FIC: One Week of Shuji to Akira
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Chapter: Monday
Series: Nobuta wo Produce
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Yaoi/ Shonen-ai
A/N: I've been writing this at the same time as my A Mystery to the Both of Them fic (also Shuji to Akira). This rating is somewhat lower, because I can't bring myself to write pronny Shuji/Akira material before my other fic is complete. I decided to write this because I was in the mood for another Shuji to Akira fic, partly to do with the slow-coming inspiration with my AMBT fic, and also because I was inspired by a concept by a community that does 50 sentences for a pairing. Anyway, this is not nearly my best work, so please bear with me, I have been on an emotional rollercoaster in the last two weeks, so I need to write to cheer me up. This is written in a drabble-y style.
Monday
Akira seemed to really want a piggyback ride today, Shuji noted irritably. Despite the fact that they were both full grown 17 year old boys, Akira still insisted on riding around on Shuji's back like a kindergartener every time they went to the beach.
To make matters worse, Shuji was more than aware that Akira was a little taller than he was, which made it a little awkward to wade through the sand as the boys long legs wrapped around Shuji's waist and knocked against his thighs.
Right now, Akira was mercifully loosening his vice grip on Shuji's waist, in favor of running down the beach and happily chasing after the seagulls. Shuji smiled and ran after him. One thing could be said about Akira, he thought. If you spent enough time alone with Akira, you couldn't help but have fun anytime or place. He sort of rubbed off on you.
"Literally and figuratively," Shuji mused, blushing slightly as he remembered the extremely pleasurable events of the previous night. He slowed to a jog as he neared his loud companion who was currently using a stick to write their names in the sand, and making extra sure he didn't forget to add a big heart around both names.
"Oi, I do believe I deserve some kind of payment for carrying you a kilometer and a half across a beach!" he said, voice filled with mock irritation. Akira turned to face him with a look of confusion and a major pout. "But Shuji-kun…Akira doesn't have cash on him at the moment!" He seemed to contemplate something for a moment and said hopefully, "Ano…Akira has a gold card on him though, does Shuji accept credit?"
Shuji could barely contain his amusement, but kept his face serious and said, "Gomen, I don't accept gold cards, although" – he moved closer to the taller boy and cupped Akira's face with a smile –"I know something that will work even better." Akira giggled, and Shuji closed his eyes and sealed their lips together in a sweet, but passionate kiss. Moments later, Akira broke the kiss with a grin. "So, how many kisses will you need to carry me all the way home?"
Shuji laughed. God, did he ever have a knack for choosing interesting best friend/boyfriends. "Price has gone up. You'll need more than a couple kisses to get me to drag you all the way back again." He smirked. "I will need an bonus backrub when we get home."
Owari.
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