untitled birthday drabble JUST IN TIME (gravitation, eiri/shuichi)
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Eiri/Shuichi
Rating: PG…-13??
Word Count: 425
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Happy birthday, Eiri Yuki. (And thanks to betterinorange for reminding me omg what would I do without you)
“What do you want for your birthday?”
Eiri glanced over his shoulder at the boy watching him dress. Shuichi’s gaze was making a slow and sleepy trail down his spine to the small of his back, his mouth a slight pout of disappointment when he reached the freshly donned pair of briefs.
“Nothing.”
“Ha,” Shuichi snorted and spread out on the bed, toes wriggling, idly rolling around in the tangled mess of sheets for no actual apparent reason. “I knew you would say that.”
“Then it was stupid to ask.” Eiri slipped on a Bad Luck T-shirt that Shuichi had brought back for him after one his tours (he refused to wear it in public but he’d slept in it more times than he’d care to admit), muttering, “But look who I’m talking to.”
“I knew you would say that, too.”
“So why are we having this conversation?” He turned back to Shuichi just as the singer was miscalculating the width of their bed and rolled off and onto the floor with a thump. “Go to sleep, dumbass.”
“No!” Shuichi stood, surprisingly unscathed from his facedown fall (Eiri swore sometimes all it would take was a hard sneeze and the boy’s nose would bleed), and stomped over to him in his unashamed nakedness. “Not until you tell me what you want!”
“I don’t-”
“I love you and it’s your birthday so I’m gonna celebrate it and you will not stop me because somewhere in there-” Hands smacked lightly at his chest in the general vicinity of his heart, before fingers curled affectionately into the shirt. “-you love me too.”
Eiri’s eyes narrowed in annoyance but he didn’t say anything, didn’t deny it; they both knew this pretty much counted as a win.
“So?” Shuichi grinned up at him. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
The curve of the writer’s lips was sudden and wicked and the hands that found his lover’s hips and slid down were making Shuichi’s cheeks pinken and his voice stutter. “Y-Yeah. Anything.”
--
“Yuki, please, god, no more!”
“You said anything.”
“I know but this is too much! I can’t take it!”
“You don’t have to be here.”
“If I leave you alone you’ll never stop and you’ll die!”
“Heh.”
“Don’t laugh, I’m serious, close your mouth right now!”
“If you say so.”
“I didn’t mean with the cake in it! Yuki, that’s number 9!”
“We should make it 10. It’s a nice even number. So is 12. 14…”
“All right, okay, I give! We won’t celebrate your birthday ever again!”
Pairing: Eiri/Shuichi
Rating: PG…-13??
Word Count: 425
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Happy birthday, Eiri Yuki. (And thanks to betterinorange for reminding me omg what would I do without you)
“What do you want for your birthday?”
Eiri glanced over his shoulder at the boy watching him dress. Shuichi’s gaze was making a slow and sleepy trail down his spine to the small of his back, his mouth a slight pout of disappointment when he reached the freshly donned pair of briefs.
“Nothing.”
“Ha,” Shuichi snorted and spread out on the bed, toes wriggling, idly rolling around in the tangled mess of sheets for no actual apparent reason. “I knew you would say that.”
“Then it was stupid to ask.” Eiri slipped on a Bad Luck T-shirt that Shuichi had brought back for him after one his tours (he refused to wear it in public but he’d slept in it more times than he’d care to admit), muttering, “But look who I’m talking to.”
“I knew you would say that, too.”
“So why are we having this conversation?” He turned back to Shuichi just as the singer was miscalculating the width of their bed and rolled off and onto the floor with a thump. “Go to sleep, dumbass.”
“No!” Shuichi stood, surprisingly unscathed from his facedown fall (Eiri swore sometimes all it would take was a hard sneeze and the boy’s nose would bleed), and stomped over to him in his unashamed nakedness. “Not until you tell me what you want!”
“I don’t-”
“I love you and it’s your birthday so I’m gonna celebrate it and you will not stop me because somewhere in there-” Hands smacked lightly at his chest in the general vicinity of his heart, before fingers curled affectionately into the shirt. “-you love me too.”
Eiri’s eyes narrowed in annoyance but he didn’t say anything, didn’t deny it; they both knew this pretty much counted as a win.
“So?” Shuichi grinned up at him. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
The curve of the writer’s lips was sudden and wicked and the hands that found his lover’s hips and slid down were making Shuichi’s cheeks pinken and his voice stutter. “Y-Yeah. Anything.”
--
“Yuki, please, god, no more!”
“You said anything.”
“I know but this is too much! I can’t take it!”
“You don’t have to be here.”
“If I leave you alone you’ll never stop and you’ll die!”
“Heh.”
“Don’t laugh, I’m serious, close your mouth right now!”
“If you say so.”
“I didn’t mean with the cake in it! Yuki, that’s number 9!”
“We should make it 10. It’s a nice even number. So is 12. 14…”
“All right, okay, I give! We won’t celebrate your birthday ever again!”