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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravitation
  Relationship:
      Sakuma_Ryuuichi/Uesugi_Tatsuha
  Character:
      Sakuma_Ryuuichi, Uesugi_Tatsuha
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-06-11 Words: 972
****** One With Everything ******
by Rroselavy
It had all started with a joke. No, correction, it had all started with Sakuma
Ryuichi eating a hot dog, probably the single most erotic act that Uesugi
Tatsuha had witnessed in his entire short life. The black-haired teen rolled
over and smiled at the older man asleep next to him, the boy's dark eyes raking
over the other man's sculpted chest, which was now partially obscured by
Kumagoro, the rock star's ever-present plush pink bunny. Tatsuha couldn't
believe how incredibly cute Ryuichi looked, cradling the toy in his sleep.
Tatsuha had begged his brother-in-law, the impresario and musician Seguchi
Tohma, to bring him along to the Nittle Grasper record release party, if only
so that the teen could stand in the same room, at the same time, with his idol,
Nittle Grasper's lead vocalist, Sakuma Ryuichi. And yet, when that precise
moment had happened, Tatsuha hadn't known what to say. So he had just stood
there, tongue-tied, mouth agape, watching his god, the subject of countless wet
dreams, devouring the common pink sausage, while the young man tried his
damnedest not to ponder all the double entendres and innuendos that that single
mundane deed stirred in his mind. But he was, after all, a teenager, his raging
hormones, accompanied by a hard on that literally ached, reminded him. Tatsuha
imagined that a butler would be by sometime soon to inobstrusively mop his
drool from the floor before someone slipped in it.
"You must be Tohma-kun's brother-in-law, so ka? Little Tatsuha, only you aren't
little at all." Wide eyes peered imploringly into the teen's obsidian orbs.
Tatsuha shook his body out of its torpor. When had Ryuichi actually ~finished
eating~ the hot dog? And more importantly, how had the diminutive brunet
managed to sneak up on him? He nodded his head dumbly in response, before, in a
stroke of genius, he pulled the older man close to whisper conspiratorially
into his ear. "What did the Buddhist priest say to the hot dog vendor?"
The brunet pulled away, his brow knit in confusion. "Well, you're a priest, or
at least a priest-in-training, so wouldn't you already know that?"
Tatsuha grinned at the innocent response, and then leaned closer, ready to feed
the brunet the punch line, only to have Ryuichi cut him off.
"Oh I get it! Tatsuha you are so cute, I could …" Ryuichi's eyes darkened
pensively, before he finished his statement, his voice an octave lower. "Just
kiss you." He looked over the teen appraisingly, and Tatsuha got the distinct
impression that he was being judged like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop.
But then the brunet waved his hands in the air and craned his neck around the
teen searchingly. "Ah, but you must have some young girlfriend, or two, waiting
for you. I'm sure you don't want to hang out with an old man like me."
"No!" Tatsuha replied hurriedly, "I came here alone, well, actually, I came
here with Tohma and Mika, but they've kind of left me to my own devices." He
glanced about, looking for his sister and her husband, satisfied that their
apparent absence backed up his claim.
"So then you don't mind keeping me company?" Ryuichi asked coyly. "I'm really
tired of making nice with all these sycophants, they get on my nerves after a
while."
"Sure!" Tatsuha couldn't believe his ears, or his good fortune.
"In my room?" the slender brunet added, his breath a whisper across the teen's
cheek. Tatsuha thought that he would come right then and there. His body
shivered involuntarily when an elegant hand cupped his cheek. "I've seen the
way you've been looking at me," the older man continued, his hands now tousling
the teen's ebony locks, "and I have to admit, I'm a bit intrigued to see if you
really have all that experience that Tohma likes to brag about," he added,
referring to the teen's reputation as a lothario. "Are you up to the
challenge?" An artful thumb enticingly caressed Tatsuha's lower lip, as the
teen wordlessly nodded his head.
He didn't remember much after that, until they'd managed to close the door to
Ryuichi's suite behind them. There was the blur of sneaking out of the
reception hall to the elevator bank, where, once inside a car, Ryuichi's hands
were all over Tatsuha's body, first working loose the slim black tie he'd worn,
and then deftly undoing the top three buttons of the teen's purple dress shirt.
At the same time, the rock star's pink tongue was skating along Tatsuha's lower
lip, demanding entrance, and once admitted, thoroughly and leisurely exploring
the teen's mouth as if he owned it. Well, as a matter of fact, he did.
The sex though, that was something else altogether—athletic, erotic,
playful—and most importantly, unforgettable, Tatsuha thought, as he gazed out
of the floor to ceiling windows at the Tokyo skyline illuminating the ink-black
sky. Mind-blowing, too—Sakuma Ryuichi was beyond experienced, the brunet was
sex incarnate, and light-years ahead of Tatsuha in his encyclopedic knowledge
of carnal pleasure—but the teen's stamina had proven to be quite impressive.
Tatsuha had lost count of how many times they'd fucked after number four, which
had been on the floor next to the bed (where they'd fallen in the midst of
number three). He believed that there might have been two or three more after
that, including the last one (soapy and pressed against the tiles of the double
shower), but by then, they'd both been literally screwed senseless.
Not that that necessarily was a bad thing.
Tatsuha turned his attention again to his sleeping idol, only to find Ryuichi's
deep blue eyes gazing searchingly at him. After a few moments regarding the
teen, the older man spoke, smiling. "So, Tatsuha-kun, can you make me one with
everything?"
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