Gravitation/General/CUSTOM + Romance
Eiri was used to the question. Before, in the earlier days of their relationship, his general response had been “no” or “stop asking me that fucking question.” But as those responses grew to seem increasingly harsh, he’d decided to just start leaving the question unanswered.
Shuichi, apparently, had not been deterred.
“Yuki?” Shuichi wriggled, turning onto his side. “Do you love me?”
Eyes fixed on some unimportant spot on the wall, Eiri exhaled a stream of smoke. He felt slender singer fingers tickle absently at his hipbone and he smacked them away. He said nothing for a moment and he probably should’ve kept saying nothing, but maybe he was feeling particularly truthful or maybe he was just bored and wanted to start something or get a rise out of the boy.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“You don’t know,” Shuichi echoed blankly, and then with a bit more irritation. “You don’t know? What kind of answer is that?”
Eiri frowned faintly around his cigarette as Shuichi untangled himself from the sheets and clambered out of the bed, continuing to spout off at the writer as he redressed with sharp, jerky movements. Eiri didn’t really listen to him; he knew the singer wouldn’t be angry for long. But he was growing a little peeved himself. Shuichi was always whining about how Eiri never opened up to himself, never told him how he was feeling, and all those others complaints he’d gotten from countless women. And now he cared enough to give an honest answer, and the kid had the nerve to get mad. Un-fucking-believable.
“-I mean, geez, Yuki, you know just what to say, don’t you?”
“Look, brat,” Eiri snapped, “I’m telling you the fucking truth!” He exhaled, annoyed, and scowled as he put out his cigarette. “I just don’t know. But when I do, I’ll let you know, all right?”
Shuichi, wide-eyed with his shirt halfway off and shorts hanging loose and unzipped, stared at him for a moment or two.
“All-all right,” he said softly, suddenly sedate.
He dropped his clothes onto the floor and crawled back into bed, wordlessly snuggling up to the novelist. Eiri regarded him with amusement, all traces of annoyance gone, and decided that he might have to try this honesty thing more often, if it shut Shuichi up so splendidly.
Shuichi, apparently, had not been deterred.
“Yuki?” Shuichi wriggled, turning onto his side. “Do you love me?”
Eyes fixed on some unimportant spot on the wall, Eiri exhaled a stream of smoke. He felt slender singer fingers tickle absently at his hipbone and he smacked them away. He said nothing for a moment and he probably should’ve kept saying nothing, but maybe he was feeling particularly truthful or maybe he was just bored and wanted to start something or get a rise out of the boy.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“You don’t know,” Shuichi echoed blankly, and then with a bit more irritation. “You don’t know? What kind of answer is that?”
Eiri frowned faintly around his cigarette as Shuichi untangled himself from the sheets and clambered out of the bed, continuing to spout off at the writer as he redressed with sharp, jerky movements. Eiri didn’t really listen to him; he knew the singer wouldn’t be angry for long. But he was growing a little peeved himself. Shuichi was always whining about how Eiri never opened up to himself, never told him how he was feeling, and all those others complaints he’d gotten from countless women. And now he cared enough to give an honest answer, and the kid had the nerve to get mad. Un-fucking-believable.
“-I mean, geez, Yuki, you know just what to say, don’t you?”
“Look, brat,” Eiri snapped, “I’m telling you the fucking truth!” He exhaled, annoyed, and scowled as he put out his cigarette. “I just don’t know. But when I do, I’ll let you know, all right?”
Shuichi, wide-eyed with his shirt halfway off and shorts hanging loose and unzipped, stared at him for a moment or two.
“All-all right,” he said softly, suddenly sedate.
He dropped his clothes onto the floor and crawled back into bed, wordlessly snuggling up to the novelist. Eiri regarded him with amusement, all traces of annoyance gone, and decided that he might have to try this honesty thing more often, if it shut Shuichi up so splendidly.