EraserMic Oneshots

One night stand

A/N: This is kind of a college AU, so they are around 22/23. This chapter is not explicit sex, but it is a little spicy, so you have been warned (and also the title kinda gives it away lol).

It may have been the fact that he was used to getting next go no sleep that made him wake up so early. Or maybe he subconsciously knew he had to leave. Whatever the reason was, Shouta's eyes slowly opened as he took in his surroundings.

The heavy curtain in front of the window made the room almost completely dark. Only a little light seeping in from the street lights outside, but it was enough for Shouta make out everything around him. He carefully turned and bit his lip as he looked at the sweet, angelic face of the blond beside him.

They'd met at a bar the night before, and they'd began talking about something Shouta couldn't remember. To his surprise, they'd gotten along really well, considering talkative blonds usually weren't his type, and their conversation continued until they were both laughing with each other. Casual conversation turned into flirty touches, nervous smiling and blushing.

After a few drinks they had moved out of the bar, still laughing and joking. Some part of them were always touching, hand on the shoulder or arm, the tip of their finger brushing against the others hand. Every touch made Shouta warm inside, making him unaffected by the cold evening wind.

Somewhere along the line, the alcohol gave Shouta the confidence boost he needed to pull the blond into a heated kiss. Neither of them were drunk, so they both knew what they were doing. But the adrenaline of the situation made them incapable of tearing their eyes off the other, needing to be close, to touch.

Before Shouta knew what was happening, they were on his bed, fumbling to remove their clothes, his arms wrapped around Shouta's body, Shouta's lips at his neck, and then finally.... together.

At that moment nothing else mattered, like they were the only two people in the whole world. Skin against skin, inseparable, connected, like they had melted into one entity that moved as one.

Just the memory of the sounds the blond had been able to coax out of Shouta made him warm all over again. He bit his lip to suppressed a groan, because it had been a one night stand. Nothing else. No matter how wonderful this guy had been, there was no way he would want anything more to do with Shouta. That's how it always was, what Shouta was used to.

As carefully as he could, he moved the warm hand around him and got out of the bed. He gathered his clothes, which was all over the place from last night, and put them on as silently as he could. He didn't remember what time they'd fallen asleep last night, but according to the clock on the nightstand it was now only six thirty in the morning.

Shouta looked over at the blond, who thankfully remained peacefully asleep as he got dressed and ready to leave. He hesitated a moment, running his hand over the sleeping man's strong shoulder one last time. His skin was still a little red in a few places from Shouta's nails last night.

He sighed as he turned towards the door, slipping out of the room and leaving the small apartment. Chilly morning air hit Shouta and for a moment he wished he was back under the covers with warm arms around him, legs tangled together. He shook the idea away as he walked quickly down the sidewalk to the train station. He was only a short train ride away from his own apartment.

As he sat on the train watching the landscape blurr past the window, he couldn't help but reminisce about the previous night. It wasn't just the sex, which didn't feel at all like a one night stand type of sex, but the talking. The laughing, the jokes, the shy smiles and the closeness. Somehow one night with one stranger had been better than every single past relationship Shouta had experienced.