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Hiro giggled, leaning on Shuichi. Maybe he shouldn't have had that
last beer.... but the day was warm and the beer was cold, and it had
tasted so good! Now they were just a little late for rehearsal, but
it was no big deal. They still had all afternoon. He got the door
open finally, and they tried to keep their voices down as they
navigated through the corridors. Everything was extremely funny,
though, and they were still giggling as they entered the small
auditorium they were to practice in.
Holding his hand over his mouth, Shuichi tried to stifle the giggles
that kept spilling out. He had no idea what he was laughing at, but
Hiro kept giggling too, and he couldn't seem to stop. He was sure
they were making quite a scene, but everything was so wonderfully
blurred and dreamy that he didn't really care. Until their third
bandmate, who had been waiting for them, turned an angry gaze their
way, his mouth set in a petulant line. The sight only sent Shuichi
into another fit of giggles, and he broke away from Hiro and bounded
over to Suguru, half tackling the boy as he attempted to hug
him. "Suuuuuuguru! Are you ready to practice?"
Hiro burst out laughing at Shuichi's actions, and then again at the
disgusted look on Suguru's face. "He's all grumpy, Shuichi," Hiro
pointed out, slurring his words just slightly. "We should have
brought him a beer! Oh, no, he's too young to drink," he giggled,
picking up his guitar and tuning it. Drunk as he was, his hands knew
just what they were doing with a guitar.
With a frustrated roll of his eyes, Suguru untangled himself from
Shuichi, and backed a safe distance away. He was completely annoyed
with the both of them. How dare they go out and get drunk when they
needed to rehearse! He wondered if he was the only one who ever took
their careers seriously. Suguru let out a little huff, and crossed
his arms over his chest. "It's pointless to try and hold a practice
when you two are drunk. It's a waste of time." He gathered up his
things and headed for the door. "Let me know when you get serious
about rehearsing." He left the auditorium, slamming the door closed
Hiro watched the boy go, then looked over at Shuichi. He rushed over
to Shuichi and hugged him tight, collapsing into giggles once
again. "You're drunk!" he crowed, trying to sound accusing but
failing. "We don't need him anyway," he added, leaning on his friend.
"I'm not drunk!" Shuichi denied, as he stuck his tongue out in the
direction Suguru had departed. "But you're right, we can do this on
our own!" He hugged his best friend tight, always glad for his
support. Both mentally and physically, at this moment.
Hiro giggled for a moment before he realized he was still clutching
Shuichi tight against him, and with a blush he released him. His
friend looked adorable as usual today, with his usual short shorts
and cropped top, and he really shouldn't be thinking of him that
way... Hiro grabbed a guitar and used it to hide the fact that
Shuichi was arousing him. "Let's play!" he exclaimed, hoping that
the singer hadn't noticed.
With a determined nod Shuichi stepped up to the microphone. He
looked over to Hiro, about to cue him to start, but his eyes locked
on the other boy's hands as they held the guitar. He had never
noticed before, but Hiro had the most amazing hands. His long,
elegant fingers moved over the instrument in a way that brought heat
to Shuichi's already flushed cheeks. "What should we start with?" He
asked, his voice a little huskier than he intended.
Hiro just stared at Shuichi for a long moment, blank. Why did he
have to be so damn pretty? Prettier than any girl, Hiro had always
thought so, but much less trouble than a girl. More fun to be with.
Too bad he hadn't known that Shuichi liked boys until it was too
late. Now he was with Yuki. "Uhhh... How about 'Rage Beat'?" He
played the guitar intro.
"Perfect." Shuichi finally tore his eyes away and grabbed the
microphone with one hand, singing out the lyrics with passion and
force. He always lost himself in the music, and now was no
exception. He pulled the mic away and started moving across the
stage, dancing with the beat, and shaking his barely clad ass.
It was a really good thing that Hiro knew his part by heart,
because he just couldn't stop watching Shuichi. Whether it was the
beer or just the fact that he hadn't gotten laid in, well, forever,
his friend was looking really good. Better than good. He watched the
singer wiggle around and got even more aroused. When the song
finished, Hiro's mouth was dry but then he had a thought. "You've
been watching Gackt videos again! You move like him!"
Shuichi laughed, and put the microphone back, running a hand through
his hair. "I have," he admitted guiltily. "I can't help it! He has
such an amazing stage presence!" Amazing wasn't really the word for
it, more like erotic, but for some reason Shuichi couldn't quite say
that to Hiro. He stole a peek at his friend, his eyes roaming over
the cascade of rich, red hair that fell down Hiro's back, with a few
strands hanging over his eyes. He wished he could have hair that
long, or just run his hands through Hiro's, it looked so
soft... "Hey!" He had to break that train of thought. "Let's do one
of his songs!"
Laughing, Hiro thought about it. Gackt definitely had stage
presence, and was a very sexy man, but he had nothing on Shuichi. In
his opinion. "I bet I know which song you want to do," he said in a
Unnoticed by the pair on stage, Yuki slipped quietly into the
auditorium from backstage and stood to the side, just out of view.
He'd had yet another interview about his novels, and once he'd
finished he decided to stop by the studio and see what Shuichi was
doing. Only, he wasn't sure he wanted his lover to be aware that
he'd been there. He couldn't help the smile that tugged up the edge
of his lips as he watched the boy bounce around the stage.
Planting his hands on his hips, Shuichi tilted his head and winked
saucily at Hiro. "Vanilla, of course! Are you up to it?" He wiggled
his pink eyebrows in challenge.
Hiro giggled. This was much more fun than they usually had. "I'm
always up for it!" he sniggered, knowing his friend was going to
pick that song. He'd walked in many a time to see Shuichi's eyes
glued to the television, watching Gackt play with his bandmates. He
just wondered if Shuichi was going to act out the video as well. He
strummed the opening chords, grinning at the singer.
Shuichi grabbed the mic and started purring out the lyrics, his
usually energetic persona mixing with Gackt's eroticism, the
combination of which was very sensual. He wrapped his fingers
loosely around the microphone stand and started sliding his hand up
and down, his slender hips thrusting forward.
Hiro's eyes threatened to fall out of his head, and he was hard
pressed to keep playing the right chords as Shuichi sang. He knew
the singer was sexy, but who knew he could move like that? His eyes
were drawn to Shuichi's slim hips as they thrust in a parody of sex.
The singer seemed to be acting out the video, as far as Hiro
remembered it. He blushed suddenly as he remembered the rest of it.
Freeing the microphone from the stand, Shuichi sauntered over to his
guitar player and circled around him like a predator, eyes roaming
all over Hiro's body. Shuichi leaned in and started singing softly,
almost like a whisper just meant for Hiro to hear. Even though the
words were loud enough to fill the small auditorium, they felt very
intimate somehow. He moved behind the redhead, and snaked an arm
around him, his nimble fingers dancing up the boy's chest. He
wondered how far he could take the reenactment of the video, the
liquor in his system spurring him on.
Hiro moaned too softly to be heard, but his body spoke for him. He
hardened fully, just from the proximity of Shuichi and the way he
was acting. Gackt had nothing on Shuichi right now, and just like in
the video, Hiro slid to his knees in front of the singer, his back
to him. He continued to play, though.
Disbelief. Yuki's vocabulary was extensive, but that was the only
word he could come up with. He'd been forced to watch the Gackt
video in what seemed like an endless loop, but that could never have
prepared him for the sight of his lover acting out the sexually
charged motions. He'd seen many sides of Shuichi, but never one this
powerful, this wanton. He wanted to storm onto the stage and yank
the boy away, but his feet seemed rooted to their spot. There was
something darkly thrilling about watching his lover entice another.
Unnoticed by any of the men, a diminutive blond figure slipped into
the auditorium. Tohma leaned against the wall, taking in the scene
before him with delight. The two boys on the stage were adorable,
but what interested him most was their audience. His brother-in-law
lurked backstage, looking like he'd swallowed his cigarette, eyes
wide and face red, not looking away from the stage. Interesting.
Shuichi ran his free hand over Hiro's hair, closing his eyes and
stumbling over the words a bit as he found the strands as silky as
he had imagined. He leaned over, wanting to feel more of his friend.
In the video the guitarist had been wearing a zippered shirt, but
Hiro's had buttons. Shuichi had to press up against him as he
fingered the buttons open and bared Hiro's chest. His body grew warm
and aroused as his hand ran down Hiro's chest, the lyrics he was
singing coming out deep and lusty.
Hiro couldn't stifle his moan this time as he leaned back, allowing
Shuichi to do what he would, looking up at the pink-haired singer.
He locked eyes with his friend as he felt the unmistakable arousal
behind him. His own cock was just as hard, but unseen behind the
guitar. God, Shuichi was hard for him, or for what they were doing,
or both, and Hiro didn't care which. This was incredibly erotic. He
kept to the script, turning and staying on his knees in front of the
singer, facing him this time, and now Hiro could clearly see the
bulge in Shuichi's shorts.
Reaching out, Shuichi buried his hands in Hiro's hair, and pulled
his head closer, taking care not to tug too hard. His singing was
choppy as he couldn't breathe properly; he was reduced to panting.
He was shocked that Hiro was allowing this to go so far, and he knew
his friend could easily see his erection outlined by his tight
shorts. But, as there were no complaints from his bandmate, Shuichi
wasn't about to stop. He thrust his hips forward as he pulled Hiro
closer, mimicking the movements of a cock being thrust into the
redhead's mouth. The very thought caused him to moan, the sound
reverberating through the auditorium.
Hiro looked up at Shuichi, not sure what he should do. It wasn't as
if he really was going to suck his friend's cock, they were just
doing what Gackt and his bandmates did in the video, but it was much
more sexually charged than the video seemed. Because they really
were aroused. He opened his mouth and looked at Shuichi's arousal,
then up at his face, and he licked his lips sensually.
Hiro was going to suck Shuichi's cock! That redheaded tart! Yuki
silently fumed backstage, having known all along that Hiro had an
eye for Shuichi. He was definitely going to put a stop to this.
Definitely. In a minute. He couldn't really stomp onto the stage
like a rabid lover, that wasn't his style. Plus, the pair might
question why his cock was so hard it was straining the front his
Tohma watched Yuki, glancing occasionally at the gyrating boys on
the stage. He moved so he could get a better view of Yuki, and
almost giggled when he saw just why his brother-in-law was so
absorbed. He was hard as a proverbial rock, that was obvious even
from here. Yuki was a voyeur! Perfect. He moved, slipping backstage,
and no one noticed him.
The sight of Hiro's wet tongue tracing along his lush mouth almost
made Shuichi climax on the spot. He'd known his best friend was very
good looking, but when had become the very picture of a sexual
fantasy? This whole scenario was getting out of control, and Shuichi
was torn as to whether or not he should stop it. His head said yes,
but other parts screamed no. He pulled away, relinquishing his hold
on the thick red tresses, and moved across the stage, singing and
writhing with the music. He just needed a moment to compose himself.
Hiro watched Shuichi dance away, almost panting with lust. He'd been
envious of Yuki ever since Shuichi had fallen in love with him, and
now he knew just what the older man was lucky enough to have every
night. The bastard. He wondered if Shuichi was going to act out the
rest of the video. He hoped so. He stayed on his knees, fingers
working the guitar almost on their own.
Shuichi paused in his dance movements and spun around, eyes locking
on Hiro's still-kneeling form. He moved back to him, hips swaying
lithely as he sang just to him. He stood in front of him for a long
moment, both of them knowing what happened next in the video.
Shuichi looked for any sign of hesitation in his friend, and when he
saw none he dropped to his knees across Hiro's lap. One hand still
held the mic, and the other pushed gently on Hiro's chest, forcing
the boy to bend back.
Whimpering, Hiro let himself be pushed back, still playing, but this
time he moved the guitar so his friend could clearly see, and feel,
what this was doing to him. He wasn't sure where this was going;
after all, they were essentially in public. But he didn't want it to
A delighted gleam lit up Shuichi's eyes as he spotted his friend's
erection. It had been hidden behind the guitar, and he hadn't been
able to tell just how much the other boy had been enjoying the
performance. It was obvious he liked it VERY much. A wicked smirk
pulled at Shuichi's lips, and he started rubbing their cocks
together through the scant layers of clothing. He could hardly keep
up the pretense of singing; the words were slurring and he was
forgetting half of them.
Tohma came up silently behind Yuki, and without warning draped
himself over his brother-in-law's back. He slung one arm around him,
over his chest, and peeked over Yuki's shoulder. "Enjoying the show,
I see," he said in a low, breathy voice. He looked down at Yuki's
crotch so it was more than obvious what he meant. "Need some help
with that?" he whispered in the man's ear, licking at it. He'd
always wanted Yuki, ever since they'd met through his sister, but
he'd never really had a chance like this.
Yuki's breath caught and his heart stopped, before it began pounding
with a rush of excitement. He couldn't believe he'd been so
engrossed in the show that he hadn't heard his brother-in-law
approaching. "T-tohma," he gasped, his cock growing harder still as
the blond man's tongue skated across his ear. "W-what..?"
"Don't play dumb, Yuki," the smaller man said in his deceptively
soft, sing-song voice. "You're turned on by watching your little boy
toy with another man. No shame in that..." He slid one small hand
down Yuki's front, just brushing over the huge bulge in the front of
the man's pants.
Letting out a soft, strangled moan, Yuki couldn't stop himself from
thrusting forward into Tohma's teasing hand. He'd known that the man
held more than brotherly affection for him, but they'd never crossed
any lines. It was wrong to do so now, but it felt so damn good. He
needed to stop this, all of this, it was going too far... But he
couldn't. He was a slave to his desires, which were currently being
stroked oh so expertly.
Tohma giggled softly when he realized that Yuki wasn't stopping him.
The other man wasn't taking his eyes off the scene in front of him,
but he was also thrusting forward for more. He expertly unfastened
Yuki's trousers just enough to slide his hand inside. He wrapped his
hand around the thick hard length he found there, and purred with
delight, "Oh, Shuichi is a lucky boy, isn't he?"
Yuki groaned, his legs almost giving out under him as his neglected
cock was finally freed and touched. Tohma had the most deliciously
wicked hands, and Yuki decided to forget everything else but the
feeling of those hands stroking him. He never looked behind him, not
wanting to break the strange spell that Shuichi was weaving over all
of them. "I'm lucky too," he panted out roughly, his voice harsh
"Yes, you are," Tohma agreed, eyes on the pair onstage. "Shuichi has
the cutest little ass... and I can see that Hiro agrees with me." He
stroked faster, addicted to the sound of Yuki's moans. "Does he
squeal when you fuck him, Yuki?" he cooed. "Does he gasp and beg for
more?" Tohma was painfully aroused himself, but that could wait.
He couldn't believe Tohma was asking him such things, and he
couldn't believe he was getting so turned on by the blond man's
words. Yuki's cock pulsed and dripped in Tohma's hand, and he had to
bite back a loud groan lest he give them away. He wanted to say his
arousal was all for Shuichi, and in part that was true... His lover
certainly had started things, but the hot looks Hiro was giving the
boy, and the teasing way Tohma was touching him were driving him
just as wild. He'd never known his desires could be so dark, or that
he wanted to indulge in them so badly. Yuki reached behind him, and
with a growl, grabbed Tohma and yanked him closer as best he
could. "More," he demanded, dropping all pretenses.
"Oh, so forceful," whispered Tohma, but he gave Yuki what he wanted,
stroking faster and more firmly. Expertly. He also pressed against
Yuki now, his arousal firm against the taller man's thigh.
Hiro was now thrusting wantonly up against Shuichi, wishing they
were naked, or that he could at least get more friction. He'd
abandoned playing the guitar when his friend had started grinding
against him, and the instrument was pushed out of the way. "Kiss me,
Shuichi," he begged, pulling the other man closer.
Tossing the microphone carelessly to the side, Shuichi buried both
hands in Hiro's hair and dragged the boy's face closer, crushing
their mouths together. He continued to rock his hips, rubbing their
cocks together over and over until he thought he'd go mad with the
teasing pleasure of it.
Hiro kissed Shuichi back with the desperation of years of desire and
too much friction, and as he clung to his friend he realized he was
going to come. In his pants. And he didn't care. It had been ages
since he'd been with anyone, and it felt so good... "Shuichi," he
gasped, "Gonna... come...." And with another whimper, he rocked hard
against his friend and climaxed, pulsing over and over within his
Being with Yuki had taught Shuichi a lot of things, but his lover
had amazing control and not once had Shuichi ever seen him climax in
his pants. It was incredibly erotic, and it made him feel so
powerful. He grabbed Hiro's hips, and with one final thrust against
him, he too came inside his tiny shorts, his pink hair flying wildly
around his face as he screamed passionately. "Hiro!"
Tohma was breathing a little harder as he watched the two young men
on stage quite obviously reach climax. "Naughty boys," he whispered,
and stroked Yuki faster, pressing against him. He wanted to feel
Yuki come now.
"Never knew," Yuki panted heavily, his chest heaving, "he could be
like that." He leaned back against Tohma, the insistent pressure of
the other man's arousal turning on even more. He would never, could
never, have imagined himself in a situation like this, but he was
enjoying it so immensely. His hips pushed forward quickly, sweat
beading along his brow. "Tohma.. I.. I'm.." Yuki let out a low,
carnal groan and came all over Tohma's hand, his seed spilling over
onto the stage.
Tohma stroked Yuki through it, until the pulses stopped. Then he
leaned up on his tip-toes and kissed Yuki's cheek softly, and
whispered, "You're beautiful when you come." Then he was gone,
slipping silently through the halls to his office, locking the door
After a long minute of trying to catch his breath, Yuki turned
around to face Tohma for the first time this afternoon, only to find
the other man gone. He was partially let down, and partially
relieved. He wanted to return the passionate favor, but perhaps it
was better this way. It had been a momentary, passing urge, and
almost like strangers they had given in, but having to face each
other might be more awkward than they could handle. With a sigh,
Yuki righted his clothing and left the stage as quietly as he had
Hiro sat up slowly, leaning on his friend as both of them panted. He
still wasn't sure what had just happened, but he'd never felt more
relaxed. And the way that Shuichi had called out his name when he'd
come... well, it made up for the sticky mess he'd made of his new
jeans. "Wow," he said to Shuichi, eyes still a bit wide. Then he
smiled. "That was fun."
Giggling breathlessly, Shuichi nodded in agreement, and with great
reluctance he forced himself to stand up. His legs still felt a bit
wobbly, and he knew he must be a sight, all flushed, his shorts
wet. "Gackt sure is... inspirational." He gave Hiro a secret little
smile, and offered a hand to help him to his feet. "I could really
go for another drink about now. I think I'm pretty much worn out."
He linked arms with his best friend, and led them out of the