Rating: PG-15/R
Pairing: (obvious pairing) Shuichi/Yuki (imagined pairing) Hiro/Shuichi
Disclaimer: Not mine, all these characters belong to Murakami Maki, but the plot (if you can even call it that) is mine.
A/N: Look-it! I finally freshened it up a bit! Yaaay! As you remember, this story was something that I wrote merely for the fun of it on a boring, rainy day, and even though I had every intention of updating it I obviously forgot to do so. I will make that up to you now! I will write a second chapter and maybe plan a few more ASAP! (ambition level rising)

Also, for those of you who don't appreciate bad humor and find this story to be under that category... Well, too bad for you. (ha ha) Because this pipeline has the worst sense of humor, mua ha ha ha ha!

Stuff to do

(on the phone)

- Hiro? I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it to the studio today... I'm kind of caught up in something... (stifled cry)

- Huh? Why not?

- Well, I... ah, I have stuff to do and take care of and... I'm sorry, I just won't make it. Sorry.

- But Shuichi! We're going to record our new single today! You have to come!

- I can't... I, uh... aaaahh... shit!

- What are you doing?

- I, ahh, bumped into a counter.

- A counter?

- I'm in the kitchen. Ah, shit... not there, haaahh...

- Shuichi? You're not making any sense. Should I come pick you up?

- No, I'm fine, I, haaaahh... another counter, sorry... oh shit!...

- Shuichi, are you sure you're all right?

- Yeah, I'm just fi--- (click)

- Shuichi? (no reply) Shuichi? (angry outcry) He hung up on me!

Hiro takes his motorcycle and drives over to Shuichi's place as fast as he can, convinced that something terrible is happening to his friend right in this instant. When he knocks on the door, there is no answer, and so he fears the worst has come to pass. Afraid that Shuichi might be acutely injured, or maybe even dying, he forces the door and rushes straight in to---

- Aah! Aah! Aaaaaahhh!

- (blink, blink) Shuichi!

The two naked men scramble apart. Shuichi vainly tries to hide behind the sofa, but Yuki merely leans back with a sly and self-righteous smirk on his thin lips, aware that he's well equipped.

- (glare) Uuuuhh...

- Hiro! This is not what you think!

- No? Looks to me as if you're screwing, all right.

- Yeah, we are - no, we were - but it's not what you think! I wasn't intending to ditch work to stay home with Yuki all day, he coerced me, and---

- Save it, okay? Man, I'm never going to get this picture out of my head.

- In that case you won't mind if we continue, would you? Shuichi, come back here... I wasn't finished with you.

- Yuck!

Hiro turns and leaves. Boy, will he have nightmares tonight...