Objects

Standard Disclaimer: One shot based on Maki\'s wonderful Gravitation, a staple in anyone\'s loving yaoi diet.


“Mm,” a certain pink haired youth giggled as he was pressed into the mattress, an intense eyes blonde looming over him. He twisted playfully as the blonde’s lips teased his navel, and arched willingly as fingers toyed with the top button of his jeans.

As that metal barrier was unclasped, the tanned boy threw back his hands, well versed, towards the bedside drawers. His nimble hands, which once played keyboard for his band, groped blindly for that something to increase their pleasure. Instead, they something else.

Blinking from the teasing tickles the blonde hair brushing against his abdomen, he brought the plastic linked objects close to his face. Squinting thru the lightheadedness caused by his companion, he read the small printed labels - and promptly started laughing.

They started out as little giggles, hardly disturbing his pattern of breathing, and ended in loud, gut busting, guffawing. He received a extremely annoyed look from the blonde, who glared up at him.

“Shuichi!” he barked, adding an edge in his voice to make his partner return to the task at hand. It didn’t work as Shuichi was already pulling himself into a sitting position, his legs crossed Indian style, the activity already forgotten as he stared in avid fascination at the stringed objects in his hands.

He opened his mouth, ready to argue the boy back into his present position when he stopped upon recognizing the items in Shuichi’s hand.

“Yuki!” Shuichi giggled out loud, lifting his bowed head and smiling, looking positively serene as he held up before him the object.

Yuki paled, and then colored profusely. He closed his eyes as he shook his head, and tired again for Shuichi to return to their former activities. He ran a hand over Shuichi’s thigh trying to be as sensual as he could be at the moment.

Shuichi however, tore one off, and held it apologetically in front of Yuki, stating with a glee voice that obviously told another story,” Sorry. You’ve been around.” Even as Shuichi collapsed into peals of giggles, Yuki turned and slid off the sheets. He was puffed from the audacity of Shuichi, even though they had been a gift from an exgirlfriend while she shared his bed regularly. After they’d broken up, he’d forgotten all about them.

Shuichi still stared down at the small rose colored square, his fingers at corners. Yuki motioned away from the bed, pulling a shirt around him, when he felt something ricocheted at him. The faint smell of cherry permeated the room.

Yuki turned and briefly encountered the following sight before catching a purple one just below his eyes : Shuichi raised on his knees, preparing it on his thumb and forefinger, aiming, one eye closed, tongue out in concentration. The scent of grape replaced the fading cherry, lying by Yuki’s feet, along with the purple one.

“Shuichi!” Yuki let out sharply, his eyes narrowing in anger,” Condoms are not to be used like that!”

Shuichi laughed again, reveling in the view of an obviously irrate Yuki. He looked down at them again, his squeals of delight forcing Yuki to leave the room in annoyance, Shuichi’s cry following him as he searched through the assorted flavors:

”Isn’t banana self contradictory?!”



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Comments: This was fun writing, especially at 1:45 am. Thanks for Kasia for the beta job and keeping me giggling (“What is it? Pocky? Stickers? Candy?”), and that one little picture I saw that inspired this. And the psycho friends who happened to alert me to the presence of something as yummy as flavored condoms ^_^;