Have It Your Way -- Happy birthday, Eiri!
Title: Have It Your Way
Fandom: Gravitation
Characters: Eiri, Shuichi, brief flashback of Kitazawa
Rating: PG-13
Dedication: Happy birthday, Eiri! It’s lame, I know, but it’s all I could come up with. And I know I promised you smut, so I’ll try and write some later.
Slender fingers sifted through blonde hair, scraping tenderly at the scalp as a gentle and light laugh gave of music-tinted tremors around the almost teasing murmur of affection, “Happy birthday, Eiri-kun.”
Eiri’s eyes opened behind the back of the hand he held over his face. Affection, it almost made him laugh, if affection meant false sweetness and cold-hands-on-his-skin-betrayal and red wine spilling on the floor. He hated to think he’d ever celebrated such things with his ex-tutor. It didn’t give him the best memories when the occasions rolled around. All he wanted to do on those days was indulge in his misery-otherwise known as doing absolutely nothing, but sulking. And the sulking was just so he’d have an excuse to be moody and lazy.
“Yukiiiiiiii!!”
No. Go away.
He heard the sound of rapidly approaching sock covered feet and sighed, prayed that he wouldn’t be jumped on. That would completely ruin his pose of angst and remorse, and he’d have to do it all over again while trying to catch his breath and not tumble off the couch.
“Yukiiiiiiii!!”
“I’m busy, brat,” he grumbled when it sounded like the boy was within hearing range.
“No, you’re not. You’re just sulking.”
“Which requires a great deal of muscle work.”
“Yuki, come on! It’s your birthday!”
“Exactly.”
A finger poked him in the ribs and he swatted the hand away. He kept his eyes closed, so the singer wouldn’t think he was actually paying attention to him.
“I can’t give you your present when you’re like that.”
“I don’t want a present.”
“You don’t know what it is! What if it’s me dressed in something sexy?”
“…”
“…It isn’t.”
“Good.”
He could practically feel the pout he was being graced with. He simply over-exaggerated his own sulk in retaliation. He cringed when Shuichi giggled and said he looked funny.
“Get lost.”
“Oh fine, fine.” A kiss pressed to his forehead. Like the real kind of affection. “Your present’s in the fridge when you want it.”
He almost smirked when he heard the boy walking away. He knew it was cake. Shuichi was so predictable.
~~~
Shuichi lay prone on the bed, scribbling nonsensical lyrics about how sex was like a gingersnap; he could already imagine the fit Suguru would throw over this one, and it made him cackle like a demon.
Last year, he’d decided not to try and force his curmudgeon of a lover into celebrating. It had only resulted in fights and painful making up, or the novelist leaving town for a few days and then having to act like nothing had happened at all. If Eiri didn’t want a fuss made over his birthday, Shuichi would have to live with that. So instead, he just picked up strawberry shortcake, because it was the one thing he knew the writer always liked, and simply waited for the other man to initiate anything else. It made the day much smoother, allowed Eiri to mope about getting older and bad memories, and still got Shuichi some attention and the chance to make better memories. There wasn’t a party or some big elaborate gift or ribbons tied around any particular uncomfortable areas-but it made Eiri happy. And Shuichi would do anything he could to make Eiri happy, especially on his birthday.
An hour or so later, he was rewarded with a soul-searing kiss that tasted like strawberries and icing. If his mouth hadn’t been busy, Shuichi would have smirked. Eiri was so predictable.