Paved With Good Intentions

A/N: For liana_bluestar who inspired me to write Tohma x Shuichi. I hope it lives up to your expectations. And I don’t own Gravitation. Thank you!


Paved With Good Intentions

It’s just a ride to the airport. It’s just a ride to the airport …

Shuichi shifted self-consciously in his seat, expending all his energy keeping his focus out the tinted window and away from the man sitting next to him.

Why did I agree to this?

Bad Luck was starting a tour of Europe, and Shuichi was supposed to have left the day before with the rest of the band. Seguchi had changed the plan, insisting he remain behind for a last minute photo shoot.

A photo shoot that had been cancelled less than an hour after the flight took off.

At first Shuichi had thought it was a stroke of good luck, giving him one more night with Yuki before six long months on the road. Unfortunately Yuki had already made plans to attend a book signing out of town, which left him alone in their apartment. Maybe good luck wasn’t in the cards.

He had finally fallen asleep after two hours of tossing, turning and loneliness just to be woken up by the telephone. It was 2am when he picked up the receiver, assuming it was Yuki, only to be disappointed at the sound of Seguchi’s voice – the voice a low, drunken slur.

‘Don’t hang up Eiri-san, I need to talk to you.’

Shuichi closed his eyes tightly and tried to forget the things he’d heard last night, spoken in a state of almost desperation by the man sitting next to him.

‘I need you Eiri-san.’

SHUT UP!

Opening his eyes, Shuichi tried to keep his focus out the tinted windows. Seguchi had promised when the photo shoot was cancelled to send a car over in the morning to give him a ride to the airport. The promise had been made when the man had been sober, but Seguchi hadn’t mentioned being IN the car accompanying him.

Maybe he doesn’t remember making the call?

Your luck’s not that good.

Peering out of the corner of his eye, Shuichi risked a glance at his boss, only to find the president of NG studying him.

“Is something wrong, Seguchi-san?” His discomfort was mirrored in his voice as he returned his gaze to the cars outside.

“I think we need to talk, Shindou-san, don’t you?” Tohma’s voice was neutral, but Shuichi couldn’t help but find it menacing.

The car stopped and Shuichi bit back a groan when he realized that the previous sluggish flow of traffic had completely stopped. Now was not the time for gridlock.

“Don’t you?” Tohma prodded, bringing Shuichi’s mind away from his trapped position.

Shuichi swallowed and hesitantly asked. “About what?”

“About you, Shindou-san, and the stress you’ve been under.” Tohma smiled widely, and placed a hand on Shuichi’s knee. “I know you’ve been working hard, and we can’t have you becoming ill on tour.”

It took all Shuichi’s will power not to look at the hand currently squeezing his knee, and keep his attention directed at his face. He couldn’t allow himself to be relieved that his boss wasn’t bringing up the phone call last night; the whole situation was making him uneasy.

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t be silly, I can tell you’re not fine.” Tohma moved the hand from Shuichi’s knee to his shoulder and gave another squeeze. “Your muscles are incredibly tense, and you haven’t even arrived at the airport yet.”

Letting go, Tohma reached into a side compartment and pulled out a chilled bottle of white wine. The car was barely inching forward, giving Tohma no issue while he popped the cork and poured two glasses, handing one to the singer. “Have a drink and try to relax.”

Shuichi took a dutiful swallow. Tohma had gone beyond making Shuichi uneasy, he was downright freaked out. He had no idea what his boss was thinking, and knowing what the man was capable of made Shuichi a little afraid.

“Are you looking forward to being on stage again?” Tohma sipped his drink and set it down, eyeing Shuichi’s glass and motioning for him to drink it.

“Of course.” Shuichi answered, draining his glass. He could feel the alcohol relaxing him already, and thought that maybe Seguchi had been right. Maybe he did need to relax.

Without asking, Tohma refilled Shuichi’s glass and smiled. The traffic was barely moving forward, and that suited him just fine. “Bad Luck’s last single was well met, I think that had something to do with all the venues that sold out.”

Shuichi grinned and nodded. Seguchi’s hand was back on his knee, but it didn’t make him as nervous now. Seguchi could be a nice guy when it suited his needs, right? “I think that all the dates will sell out by the performances.”

“Confident, aren’t you?” Tohma chuckled, topping off Shuichi’s glass and leaning back into the leather upholstery. Shuichi hadn’t noticed that Tohma’s drink was forgotten and he was drinking alone. Wonderful. Reaching up and rubbing Shuichi’s shoulder, Tohma added, “You’re still all tense – we can’t have you getting on the plane like that.” Tohma moved to lean against the car door with one leg stretched on the seat and motioned for Shuichi to sit between his legs. “Come here and let me fix that tension.”

This made Shuichi hesitate, his grin faltering. Something was going on, but his mind was quickly becoming muddled with the wine and he couldn’t quite figure out what. Shrugging off the voice of concern in his mind, Shuichi slid down the seat and obediently sat between Seguchi’s spread legs, offering up his back.

“Move a little closer, I won’t bite.” Tohma pulled Shuichi back a bit by the waist. Before Shuichi could question anything, Tohma started massaging his shoulders.

The hands kneading his tense muscles felt wonderful. Shuichi drained his glass and set it on the floor, closing his eyes and relaxing at the touch. He let his mind wander, forgetting who was massaging him, just enjoying the contact. He didn’t resist when arms pulled him closer – when his back rested against a warm chest. The hands didn’t stop, and Shuichi let himself go.

“Does that feel good?” Tohma whispered into the singer’s ear. Shuichi nodded in response, not able to see Tohma’s smirk behind him.

Tohma slowly moved his hands lower, rubbing small circles on his chest and waiting for him to relax further.

Shuichi’s let his head drop back onto Seguchi’s shoulder, the wine leaving his skin tingling slightly and his muscles loose and warm. He bit his lip when Seguchi’s hands ghosted over his nipples, and moved to rub circles on his abdomen, before moving back up again. Seguchi’s fingertips grazed his nipples again causing Shuichi to suck in his breath.

If he had eyes in the back of his head, he would’ve seen a look of triumph on Tohma Seguchi’s face.

“Just relax, Shindou-san.” Tohma purred, rolling Shuichi’s nipples between his fingers. His little … cocktail was doing a wonderful job – he couldn’t be more pleased with how the singer was reacting to his touch. Taking his time, he teased Shuichi through his shirt before he pulled away and slipped his hands underneath the material. Shuichi’s skin was hot to the touch, and the smoothness of it under Tohma’s fingertips was enough to make him hard. “Does this feel good, Shindou-san?”

Shuichi instinctively shook his head, but the small moan that escaped his lips when Seguchi pinched and rubbed uncovered the lie. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He knew it was wrong. But his body felt so incredible … he really couldn’t think about anything else. His brain screamed deceit, but frankly, he could’ve cared less. When Seguchi’s hands roamed lower, and teased along the top of his jeans he whimpered.

“I think you’re lying to me, Shindou-san.” Tohma removed his hands and sighed dramatically. “I just want to help you relax, Shindou-san, and I can’t do that if you’re not honest with me.” He rested his hands on Shuichi’s thighs, so teasingly close. “Does this feel good, Shindou-san? Do you want me to keep going?”

If ever there were a moment in Shuichi’s life where an angel and a demon fought on his shoulders it was now. He knew what he should do, but for some unexplainable reason, all inhibition was out the window. “Don’t stop.”

Tohma smiled widely as he asked in an innocent tone. “Don’t stop what, Shindou-san?”

“Don’t stop touching me, Seguchi-san.” Shuichi hated the pleading tone of his voice, but he hated being neglected more.

“Say my name, Shuichi, say it…”

“Please, Tohma...”

Victory! Tohma slid his hands down Shuichi’s thighs, rubbing up the hard bulge until he reached the button on Shuichi’s jeans. He made quick work of unfastening the singer’s pants, and releasing his trapped erection. “As you wish.”

Shuichi knew this was oh so wrong, but the mouth that was currently kissing his neck, and the hands that were stroking him felt so incredibly good. He could feel Segu-, Tohma’s erection pressing against his ass and was overwhelmed with the need to touch it. Reaching behind him, he snaked his hands between their bodies and grabbed Tohma’s cock through his pants.

Tohma hadn’t anticipated this. He expected Shuichi to get caught up selfishly in his own pleasure but it had never crossed his mind that the singer would reciprocate. He calculated for a moment before removing one hand from Shuichi’s body and unfastening his pants to allow the singer access – he might as well have a little fun in the process.

Encounters like these have a way of careening out of control, even for men like Tohma Seguchi. He hadn’t figured that Shuichi writhing in his lap like a bitch in heat would be such an incredible turn on. He’d misjudged both himself and the singer, but he would succeed nonetheless.

It didn’t take long before both men were stripped of their pants and sprawled out on the seat. Tohma had never thought it would go this far, but that didn’t mean he was going to ignore the horny body beneath his, begging to be fucked. He never fathomed that Shuichi would be so tight, and inviting. Never in a million years would he have ever thought he’d enjoy this so much.

Traffic had started to pick up by the time they were both sticky and spent, wrapped around each other on the leather seat of Tohma’s car. As soon as Tohma shot his load, he immediately regretted taking things so far. He looked down at Shuichi, whose eyes were glassy and his skin flushed, and actually felt remorse. Tohma had meant to force Shuichi into a compromising situation – he hadn’t meant to join him.

Untangling himself, Tohma grabbed the small towel that had been with the wine bottle, and cleaned up before dressing quickly. Shuichi was still stretched out on the seat, his arm slung over his eyes when Tohma tossed the towel onto his chest.

“You can use that to clean up.”

“Why?” Shuichi whispered.

Tohma opened his mouth to give him an obvious answer, but stopped. He wouldn’t debase the situation any farther. “Because I can’t have you telling anyone about the little phone call last night.”

“Couldn’t you have just asked?” The rough quality of Shuichi’s voice was the only indication that he was crying. “You didn’t need to go to such extremes.”

“I don’t think so, Shindou-san. I think that it would’ve come out eventually.” Tohma kept his tone neutral; masking the guilt he was already feeling. Things shouldn’t have gone so far. “You could’ve said no.”

Shuichi removed his arm and looked at Tohma with teary eyes. “Could I have?”

Tohma slid closer, taking the towel and attempting to clean the ejaculate starting to run down Shuichi’s side. “No.”

Ripping the towel out of Tohma’s hands, he wiped himself up and reached for his clothes. Shuichi couldn’t bring himself to look at Tohma, and doubted he’d be able to look at himself in the mirror after this. Conflicting emotions raged – hatred, guilt … and longing.

They rode the rest of the way to the airport in silence. By the time the car pulled in front of the terminal, Shuichi had a headache. He felt sick, and not just physically. He was reaching for the handle to let himself out of the car, when Seguchi stopped him. “Wait a minute Shindou-san.”

“What?”

“We’ll talk about this more when you return.”

Shuichi looked at him in disbelief. “You have to be kidding me! By the time I get home you’ll have your precious Eiri-san wrapped around your finger with tales of my weakness and deception! That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Tohma smiled sadly and shook his head. “That wasn’t my intention.” He held up a small disc so Shuichi would see it before slipping it into his jacket pocket. “You have my word that I won’t discuss this with anyone before you return. But I need your word that you’ll do the same.”

Opening the door, Shuichi glared at his boss. “Like I have a choice.”

Shuichi strode into the airport without saying goodbye, leaving Tohma alone in the car with his thoughts. How quickly the web of deception gets tangled.

Slipping the disc out of his pocket, Tohma looked at it. He intended to keep his word and keep this to himself. It didn’t mean that he wouldn’t watch it again. Smiling at the thought, he instructed the driver to return to NG. At least he had a break in the tedium until Bad Luck returned.