Play List Challenge -- "I Don't Know How to Love Him" (Gravitation, Eiri/Shuichi)
Title: Easier Thought than Said
Song Prompt: “I Don’t Know How to Love Him”-Jesus Christ Superstar
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Eiri x Shuichi
Rating: PG-13
Eiri didn’t know how or when it happened. It might’ve been the day Shuichi stayed home from the studio and spent hours sitting in Eiri’s lap, wriggling pleasantly every now and then and humming pieces of new songs he was still working out in his head. And it might’ve been the night Shuichi’s back arched underneath him, skin flushed red, and called out his name-his real name-while his head thrashed against the pillow. And it might’ve been the morning Shuichi kissed him awake, tasting of chocolate cereal and strawberry milk.
In any case, somehow, someway, somewhere along the line, Eiri fell in love with Shuichi Shindou.
This in and of itself did not surprise him. He’d figured it would only be a matter of time before his tolerance and light affection for the young singer progressed into a much deeper devotion and acceptance of the fact that he both wanted and needed the pink-haired pest in his life. Ugh. He hated how gross being in love made him.
Honestly, he really didn’t mind being in love. Aside from the occasional aforementioned gross and mushy thoughts, he didn’t feel all that different. The real problem was how it made him act around Shuichi.
He found himself getting tongue-tied when Shuichi said the stupidest things like, “You smell really good,” or, “Gosh, Yuki, how is it that your voice still makes my heart pound?” He caught himself hesitating before throwing out insults that used to be second-nature; his previously brilliant verbal abuse was softening until it practically bordered the line of kind mistreatment. The days of reducing Shuichi to tears with a single glare were gone and he was certain his emotions showed clear in his eyes.
So far, Shuichi hadn’t said anything. But he knew, Eiri could tell. The singer was just waiting for him to come forward and offer something, a confession of some sorts. But though Eiri had written many scenes of characters professing their undying love, he had no idea how to do it himself. He wasn’t the type to stand in the rain or in the middle of some public place and pour his feelings out. He doesn’t want to present his heart in the form of flowers or something shiny. And he refuses to use something cheesy like the written word; besides, Shuichi had already rejected the lyrics he’d offered. With good reason, but even so, Eiri’s pride was still a little sore.
In any case, he figured his best course of action was just coming out and saying it. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it; that wasn’t his style. He wanted it to come out naturally, casually, like inquiring about the weather inside-“Do you think it’s cold enough for me to need a scarf? By the way, did you know I love you?”
So he practiced. He said if often while he was working, to his laptop, his lighter, his coffee mug, even the back of the study door. But then Shuichi got home and Eiri tried to say the words, but just couldn’t. It was easier to say it when he didn’t mean it.
God, being in love was turning him into a pussy. He needed to suck it up and spit it out. And he resolved to do just that. First thing in the morning. …Tomorrow morning.
-
Shuichi’s arms trembled as he came and he collapsed on top of Eiri with a soft, blissful sigh. Eiri hummed in response, quiet and sated, and traced a finger down the singer’s spine; the skin of his back was pleasantly warm from their coital activities and the rays of early morning sunshine that shone through their bedroom window.
“Wow,” Shuichi giggled, rubbing his face into Eiri’s neck. “That’s a great way to start a day, isn’t it?”
“If you say so.”
“Meanie!” Shuichi licked fondly at his neck and Eiri grimaced, pushing gently at his head.
“Don’t you have to go to work?”
“Aw, you’re worried about me being late!”
“Go.”
Eiri spanked his behind, making Shuichi squeal, and the singer delivered a final affectionate nip at Eiri’s neck before sitting up, still straddling the writer’s waist. He looked down at him, eyes glimmering with pure, unadulterated happiness and said, “I love you, Yuki.”
Eiri’s chest tightened, the tips of his ears reddening, and he wanted to reply, to admit that he felt the same, but Shuichi was already getting up, chattering on about some new shampoo (cinnamon apple desire or something like that) he was going to use in the shower. And before he could stop himself, Eiri sat up and reached out, grabbing the singer’s arm.
“Hey…”
“Yes?” Shuichi looked back at him, all sweetness and hope and other soft, sugary things Eiri used to despise.
“Look,” Eiri started, swallowing hard and suddenly horribly unsure. “I, uh-” He stopped. He couldn’t do it. Not now. The moment was all wrong. The planets weren’t aligned right. It wasn’t in the stars. In fact, there weren’t any stars. It would have to wait until evening when there were stars and the planets were right and he wasn’t undressed and vulnerable and-
“Oh, Yuki.” A slow, syrupy smile spread across Shuichi’s face and he bent down to kiss Eiri gently on the lips. “It’s okay. I know.” And with that, he skipped off to the shower, whistling cheerfully.
Eiri stared after him for a moment or two, then lay back on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head. Smirking, he closed his eyes and muttered, “Tch. I knew it would be easy.”
Song Prompt: “I Don’t Know How to Love Him”-Jesus Christ Superstar
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Eiri x Shuichi
Rating: PG-13
Eiri didn’t know how or when it happened. It might’ve been the day Shuichi stayed home from the studio and spent hours sitting in Eiri’s lap, wriggling pleasantly every now and then and humming pieces of new songs he was still working out in his head. And it might’ve been the night Shuichi’s back arched underneath him, skin flushed red, and called out his name-his real name-while his head thrashed against the pillow. And it might’ve been the morning Shuichi kissed him awake, tasting of chocolate cereal and strawberry milk.
In any case, somehow, someway, somewhere along the line, Eiri fell in love with Shuichi Shindou.
This in and of itself did not surprise him. He’d figured it would only be a matter of time before his tolerance and light affection for the young singer progressed into a much deeper devotion and acceptance of the fact that he both wanted and needed the pink-haired pest in his life. Ugh. He hated how gross being in love made him.
Honestly, he really didn’t mind being in love. Aside from the occasional aforementioned gross and mushy thoughts, he didn’t feel all that different. The real problem was how it made him act around Shuichi.
He found himself getting tongue-tied when Shuichi said the stupidest things like, “You smell really good,” or, “Gosh, Yuki, how is it that your voice still makes my heart pound?” He caught himself hesitating before throwing out insults that used to be second-nature; his previously brilliant verbal abuse was softening until it practically bordered the line of kind mistreatment. The days of reducing Shuichi to tears with a single glare were gone and he was certain his emotions showed clear in his eyes.
So far, Shuichi hadn’t said anything. But he knew, Eiri could tell. The singer was just waiting for him to come forward and offer something, a confession of some sorts. But though Eiri had written many scenes of characters professing their undying love, he had no idea how to do it himself. He wasn’t the type to stand in the rain or in the middle of some public place and pour his feelings out. He doesn’t want to present his heart in the form of flowers or something shiny. And he refuses to use something cheesy like the written word; besides, Shuichi had already rejected the lyrics he’d offered. With good reason, but even so, Eiri’s pride was still a little sore.
In any case, he figured his best course of action was just coming out and saying it. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it; that wasn’t his style. He wanted it to come out naturally, casually, like inquiring about the weather inside-“Do you think it’s cold enough for me to need a scarf? By the way, did you know I love you?”
So he practiced. He said if often while he was working, to his laptop, his lighter, his coffee mug, even the back of the study door. But then Shuichi got home and Eiri tried to say the words, but just couldn’t. It was easier to say it when he didn’t mean it.
God, being in love was turning him into a pussy. He needed to suck it up and spit it out. And he resolved to do just that. First thing in the morning. …Tomorrow morning.
-
Shuichi’s arms trembled as he came and he collapsed on top of Eiri with a soft, blissful sigh. Eiri hummed in response, quiet and sated, and traced a finger down the singer’s spine; the skin of his back was pleasantly warm from their coital activities and the rays of early morning sunshine that shone through their bedroom window.
“Wow,” Shuichi giggled, rubbing his face into Eiri’s neck. “That’s a great way to start a day, isn’t it?”
“If you say so.”
“Meanie!” Shuichi licked fondly at his neck and Eiri grimaced, pushing gently at his head.
“Don’t you have to go to work?”
“Aw, you’re worried about me being late!”
“Go.”
Eiri spanked his behind, making Shuichi squeal, and the singer delivered a final affectionate nip at Eiri’s neck before sitting up, still straddling the writer’s waist. He looked down at him, eyes glimmering with pure, unadulterated happiness and said, “I love you, Yuki.”
Eiri’s chest tightened, the tips of his ears reddening, and he wanted to reply, to admit that he felt the same, but Shuichi was already getting up, chattering on about some new shampoo (cinnamon apple desire or something like that) he was going to use in the shower. And before he could stop himself, Eiri sat up and reached out, grabbing the singer’s arm.
“Hey…”
“Yes?” Shuichi looked back at him, all sweetness and hope and other soft, sugary things Eiri used to despise.
“Look,” Eiri started, swallowing hard and suddenly horribly unsure. “I, uh-” He stopped. He couldn’t do it. Not now. The moment was all wrong. The planets weren’t aligned right. It wasn’t in the stars. In fact, there weren’t any stars. It would have to wait until evening when there were stars and the planets were right and he wasn’t undressed and vulnerable and-
“Oh, Yuki.” A slow, syrupy smile spread across Shuichi’s face and he bent down to kiss Eiri gently on the lips. “It’s okay. I know.” And with that, he skipped off to the shower, whistling cheerfully.
Eiri stared after him for a moment or two, then lay back on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head. Smirking, he closed his eyes and muttered, “Tch. I knew it would be easy.”