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last_pleasureentry #07, One Step Closer by Charlotte Bronte
synopsis: Tomo and Yuusuke decide to take their relationship beyond the boundaries of 'friends', only to encounter numerous interuptions. During 12012's Oni-con appearances.
ratings/warnings: NC-17/Groping, swearing, sex and silliness
entered in: category 1, category 3
dartboard: yes
concrit: 3
The small group of men stumbled into the elevator, full of laughter and racing hearts as the last of the concert high still lingered in their minds. They fell silent, each lost in his own thoughts as the car took them swiftly upward, away from the excitement and roar of the hundreds of mostly young woman who had shown up to watch their first American show.
Still in concert dress, the young men spilled out of the elevator as soon as te doors opened, two heading toward one door, three toward the other beside it. Though the night was not yet late, it had been a long, exhausting first day of the convention, with still several more ahead, so they all bid each other goodnight, and headed inside.
Tomoyuki sat on the edge of one narrow bed, a curious look on his face as his temporary roommate stripped out of his outfit, disappearing into the small bathroom clad only in a loose pair of sweatpants. A small, seemingly insignificant bit of information had been passed to him earlier that day, and had been gnawing at his mind ever since, though he still wasn't sure just how to take it. He cleared his throat, his bed shirt forgottenon the bed beside him.
"Hiroaki mentioned somethiing this morning," he called over the sounds of the faucet running as Yuusuke brushed his teeth.
"Oh?" his bandmate said, only half listening as he spit out the spearmint concoction into the sink.
"He said you asked to switch rooms with him while we're here," Tomo said as the water shut off and Yuusuke emerged from the bathroom. Tomo uncrossed his legs, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.
"Why didn't you want to room with Wataru and Tooru?"
Yuusuke shrugged, making his way between the narrow beds to rummage in one of his suitcases. "Ah, you know how those two can be when they get excited," he mumbled, throwing a clean shirt over one shoulder. "I'd prefer to get at least one good nights sleep without having to hear the two of them going at it only a few feet away." He stood up and began pulling on his t-shirt when the bed behind him sqeeked squeaked softly.
"Is that the only reason?" came a soft voice from just behind his ear.
Yuusuke paused, arms half in, half out of his shirt. "What... if it isn't?" He countered, his voice barely above a whisper, curious yet almost fearful of where this question might lead. He sensed more than felt two hands ghosting over his bare upper body, not quite touching, only allowing the heat from his skin to whisper against Yuusuke's, sending chills down his spine.
"We've been friends too long for half-truths," Tomo said, his deep voice tickling the shell of Yuusuke's ear. "Are you afraid to tell me what you really want to say?"
Yuusuke let the t-shirt drop to his feet as he turned slowly around to face the taller man, his lips pulled into a sly grin. He raised one hand, rough fingertips gliding over Tomo's smooth jawline, before suddenly pulling their faces together into a fierce, deep kiss, his lips moving hungrily against the others.
Tomo was almost startled by the sudden intensity of his friend's actions, but certainly welcomed it. He parted his lips just a bit and Yuusuke immediately took the hint, plunging deep inside, massaging his tongue on deep, quick strokes. He never imagined how good of a kisser Yuusuke could be, but he suddenly felt lost, all thoughts pushed aside as the other man seemed to put every fiber of his being into this simple action. Tomo was dimly aware of hands on his hips, fingers caressing the soft skin just below the waistline of his pants as he was guided backwards. Tomo took a half step backward before his knees buckled, hitting the bed just behind him. He fell back against the mattress, calves and feet dangling over the side, and Yuusuke wasted no time, crawling over his lean body to recapture his mouth with lips and teeth, working his way down Tomo's long neck.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and the two men froze, hearts beating rapidly in their ears. They waited several, breathless moments before it came again, a clearly agitated Hiroaki cursing on the other side. Their eyes met a moment, a silent agreement passing between them, then they were up, flying across the room to reclaim clothing forgotten and tossed aside before Yuusuke reluctantly opened the door.
"I don't know why I agreed to switch with you," Aki growled as he walked inside, hair wet and rumpled, pillow and blanket under his arms, "but rest assured, I won't make the same mistake twice!" He flopped down on the nearest bed, face red in annoyance. "I can't sleep in there with those two going at it like wild rabbits!"
The other two men exchanged a pained glance, one Aki caught with narrowed eyes. "What?"
Yuusuke cleared his throat and shook his head. "Nothing." He walked around to the second bed and pulled back the covers. "You can crash here tonight, if you must. If you want to sleep then, ah, Tomo and I will share this one." He climbed into the narrow bed and flipped off the lamp on the nightstand between the two beds.
Aki threw Tomo a questioning look at the other man's odd behavior, to which the bassist just shrugged and killed the other lights before climbing in next to Yuusuke.
The three men lay in the dark room, though only one blissfully unaware at [of] the tension filling the room as Yuusuke and Tomo lay side by side, minds racing with lustful thoughts, but both unwilling to act upon them with their sleeping bandmate so nearby. But as the night seemed to drag on, both eventually succumbed to exhaustion, falling fast asleep.
Yuusuke pulled the baseball cap low over his face and stuffed his hands deep in his pockets as Wataru pushed the appropriate elevator button.
"Come on, Gaachan, we'll be fine."
Yuusuke threw his friend a disbelieving look and pulled the collar of his jacket up higher over his neck.
"There are very few Japanese here," he muttereds [muttered] and the elevator whirled to a stop. "We are gonna stand out no matter what."
Wataru rolled his eyes as he dragged the grumbling gu[i]tarist out into the Hilton lobby.
"If you keep acting suspicious and drawing attention to youself, of course someone will recognize us!" the vocalist whispered, steering them toward the walkway that would llead them to the anime convention next door. "Just act calm and casual, like back home, and we'll be just fine." They both caught sight of a group of giggling girls attired in 12012 tour shirts heading their way.
"At least, I hope..."
One of the girls was staring intently in their direction, and just when they thought they might get past them without incident, a high-pitched squeal that sounded vauguely like 'MIYAWAKI-CHAN!!!, erupted and they knew they'd been found out.
"Run!" Yuusuke cried, dragging Wataru back toward the Hilton. They ran fast, just barely making it into the elevator car before the group of fangirls could catch up. With a half chuckle, half sigh, Yuusuke sank to the floor.
"Well, that went well," Wataru grumbled, arms crossed over his chest.
Yuusuke grinned up at him, an I-told-you-so look in his eye. "Speaking of way-laid plans, Hiroaki had to escape to our rrom last night, if you didn't notice, since evidently you and Tooru can't seem to keep your hands to yourselves."
Wataru flashed Yuusuke a sheepish grin. "Eh, sorry about that." He extended a hand and helped Yuusuke to his feet. "Guess we were still a bit amped up from the live."
"You weren't the only ones," Yuusuke muttered, causing Wataru to stop dead in his tracks, eyes wide.
"WHAT?"
"Ssshh!" Yuusuke's eyes darted down the thankfully empty hallway. Wataru rolled his eye, but did lower his voice.
"What happened? And how long has this been going on?"
"Nothings been going on," Yuusuke said slowly, "and not much happened last night. We just sort of...."
"Aki didn't say anything about this...." Wataru whispered in astonishment as he leaned against the frame of his door.
"Well, like I said, we didn't go that far," Yuusuke said, somewhat wistfully, "But after all, with Hiroaki there, it didn't exactly seem quite the time to continue things further."
Wataru nodded his head as he fished in his pocket for his room key. "I understand, trust me." He paused, hand on the doorknob. "I promise we'll try to be omore considerate tonight."
Ears still buzzing from their second and final live, Yuusuke barely had the hotel room door closed before he was rather harshly pinned against it, face smashed into the cold wood, the metal doorknob digging into his hip. Long fingers snaked around his waist to the front of his dark concert pants, gripping his crotch almost painfully.
"This is for grabbing my ass during the show," Tomo hissed in his ear, his tall body perfectly molded against Yuusuke's back.
"You know you liked it," Yuusuke retorted, then gasped softly as Tomo's hand squeezed his quickly hardening cock, still trapped under several layers of fabric.
Tomo grinned, the stepped back, just far enough for Yuusuke to spin in his arms, reaching up and kissing him fiercely. Yuusuke clawed at the sparkly belly shirt the bassist had worn that night on stage, breaking their contact for a moment to pull it over Tomo's head, before resuming his actions, lips lingering on Tomo's long, sensuous neck.
Tomo had a harder time with Yuusuke's shirt, all those buttons seeming to frustrate his usually deft fingers, but eventually he succeeded , and shed him of his shirt as well, quickly moving on to Yuusuke's pants. Just as he had the guitarist's jeans pushed off his narrow hips, one of Tomo's thighs between his legs, rubbing enticingly against Yuusuke's groin, for the second night in a row, there came a knock on the door, right beside Yuusuke's head, making him nearly yelp in surprise. Tomo couldn't help but grin in mild amusement as Yuusuke stalked around the room, tossing pants and shirts into his suitcase before answering the door, clad only in crumbled boxers.
Yuusuke's annoyance must have been quite apparent, though Tomo could not see his face, for Hiroaki immediately took a step back, eyes wide.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, his long, thin arms unconsciously hugging his pillow and blanket closer to his body.
Yuusuke sighed, face falling more neutral as he stepped to the side to allow his friend in.
"It's nothing," he muttered. "I was just about to shower and hit the sack anyway." He turned away, grumbling as he closed the bathroom door behind him. "I'm gonna kill Wataru..."
Hiroaki and Tomo exchanged amused glances as Aki once again took possession of one of the beds.
"I take those two are at it again?" Tomo asked over his shoulder as he dug around for some cleasing cloths and clothes to sleep in.
"They didn't even bother to change!" Aki exclaimed, flopping back on the mattress in disgust. "I guess something got Wataru all hot and bothered during the live. Maybe it was that little shoulder rub Tooru was giving Yuusuke before the encore. The look on his face..." Aki snorted, turning on his side to face the bassist. "Not two seconds after entering the room they were already groping like teenagers, yet again unmindful of my slowly crumbling sanity..."
Tomo grinned knowingly as he wiped the stage make-up off his face. "If the fangirls only knew..."
By the time Yuusuke stepped out of the bathroom, the lights were off and the other two men were in bed. With a towel wrapped around his waist and the faint light filtering in through the window to light his way, Yuusuke crossed the small room, grabbed a pair of boxers from his suitcase, pulled them on and climbed into the bed he would once again share with Tomo. He lay there a moment, mind preoccupied, the room's silence broken only by the steady, rhythmic sounds of slumber, when an arm crept around his waist, making him jump slightly. Fingers, curious and gentle, caressed his smooth, flat stomach before finding the waistband of his boxers. After only a moment's hesitation, long fingers dipped below the elastic.
"You're still hard," came an amused whisper from behind his ear.
Yuusuke flushed slightly in the dark room, gasping as Tomo began to stroke his half hard length.
"I could hear Wataru and Tooru while I was in the shower," he whispered, trying desperately not to thrust into that oh-so-warm hand teasing him. He could practically feel Tomo smiling against his shoulder as his grip tightened.
"Did you like what you heard?" Tomo asked, though the answer was obvious enough, judging from his already aroused state. For an answer, Yuusuke growled, casting a quick glance at the still oblivious guitarist not too far away in the other bed, the[n] rolled over, pinning Tomo beneath his body. Yuusuke attacked the bassist's mouth, warm lips and sharp teeth planting a flurry of kisses and nips across Tomo's full lips, moving steadily down his neck as he straddled Tomo's hips, grinding his groin against the other. A low rumble began to form in the back of Tomo's throat as Yuusuke sucked hard at the base of his neck, already feeling the bassist's cock harden beneath him.
Tomo arched his back, head hitting the wooden headboard behind him and Yuusuke rubbed their oversensitive bodies together, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He tried to muffle his moans, biting the insides of his cheeks, then his arm, fingers tearing into the crumbled sheets, but it was all too much. All he could think about was that feeling, that overwhelming need for more, as they moved faster and faster against each other. He reached around Yuusuke's body, hands delving beneath his boxers to cup the guitarist's bare ass, pulling him closer, urging him harder, faster. He smelled of sweat, sex, and clean hair, the smells so distinctly Yuusuke, filled his nose. Suddenly, Tomo lost control, moaning loudly as he came, his thick cock throbbing between their bodies.
Yuusuke sat up, his thrusts against the other man almost frantic as he felt himself straddling the edge of euphoria. He forced his eyes open and looked down, the sight beneath him breathtaking, seeing Tomo, face flushed in the nearly black room, sweat beaded on his brow, eyes glazed over as he rode out his orgasm, was enough. With a few final, harsh thrusts, Yuusuke came hard, a choked sigh escaping his lips. He doubled over, head burried buried in the crook of Tomo's neck as waves of pleasure washed over his body, every muscle in his body trembling in the aftershock.
It took several long moments to come down enough to feel the strain in his arms, the ache in his back as he crouched low over Tomo's body. Slowly, Yuusuke lowered himself on to the mattress beside him, breath still shallow and forced, mind swimming.
"Fuck..." Yuusuke gasped, the adrenaline just starting to cool in his system.
"No wonder Wataru and Tooru....." Tomo whispered. "Hell, we were only-"
"If you two are quite finished," came a deeply annoyed growl from the forgotten bed nearby, "I'd really like to get some sleep!"
Hiroaki favored them with a final, narrow-eyed glance before gathering his pillow and blanket and slamming the door behind him.
Yuusuke couldn't help but grin, his head filled with memories of last night. None of them had gotten much sleep after that, a mixture of excitement and nervousness, unsureity and downright lust. He knew somewhere, a part of him should feel a bit guilty about having put poor Hiroaki through that, but he just couldn't really feel guilty about anything that happened. The smell of Tomo, hot and breathless, moaning under his touch as they both rushed toward ecstasy; he could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it. He cleared his throat loudly and shuffled into the bathroom, snagging his toothbrush on the counter.
"So, what do we do now?" came a voice from behind him.
Yuusuke spit out the minty toothpaste, letting the water wash it a way before splashing his face and neck.
"Well, I think they want to take some photos or something down by the beach later-" a hand lighted on his hip, fingertips cold against the warm skin just above the waistband of his boxers.
"I didn't mean with the band," Tomo murmured, his thumb gently rubbing circles across the hipbone under his palm. "I meant... with last night... what, how do you want to go about..."
Yuusuke shut off the running water and turned around, smiling up at the taller man. "What would you like to happen?"
Tomo looked a bit sheepish, lowering his head, gaze glued to his feet.
"I'd... like to get to know you more... intimately." He blushed, suddenly feeling very awkward. A hand cupped his chin, forcing his head up and eyes to meet the other's.
"I know it's a bit... unexpected," Yuusuke said, "but you never have to feel awkward around me." His grin widened. "We've been friends a long time now, seen the best and worst of each other over and over. Whatever happens, happens. But don't start getting all embarrassed on me now. You and I both know that's not like you." He brushed his thumb along Tomo's full lips then let his hand drop to his side. "Tell me what you want."
A slow smile spread across the bassist's lips, impish and very much Tomo, and he suddenly rushed Yuusuke, forcing them to bump against the high marble sink.
"Fuck me," he whispered, tongue darting out to taste the soft skin on Yuusuke's neck. "I want to feel you inside me."
Yuusuke groaned, hands delving under Tomo's rumpled t-shirt. He pulled the taller man close, feeling the muscles in his back ripple as Tomo moved, graceful even as he frantically placed a flurry of kisses over Yuusuke's face and neck, biting and licking, wanting to taste every bit he could. He felt one of Tomo's long legs pushing between his thighs, rubbing delightfully against his crotch, and he made up his mind then and there. With a growl, he guided Tomo backward out of the bathroom and onto the nearest bed. Tomo scooted farther up onto the narrow mattress, eagerly shedding his clothes as Yuusuke paused just long enough to grab something from his bag, then joined Tomo, quickly crawling over the lithe man's long torso, free hand gliding over smooth skin and taut muscles.
Tomo lifted his knees around Yuusuke, pulling impatiently at the boxers he still wore. Yuusuke grinned and leaned forward, kissing him fiercely as they worked together to rid him of the offending garment, Tomo taking liberal time to fondle and pinch Yuusuke's warm flesh. Yuusuke ground their naked bodies together and Tomo gasped, hands clenching his bare ass. Yuusuke sat back a bit and popped the cap on the small tube of lubricant he'd fished from his bag, spreading it liberally over his fingers before gently probing Tomo's entrance.
Tomo couldn't help but squirm a bit as Yuusuke first inserted one finger, then two as he stretched muscles not used to such treatment. He closed his eye for a moment, letting his other senses take over as he forced himself to relax against the intrusion. The feeling was strange, not really painful, but not exactly goo-
-a brief flash of pleasure shot through his groin, making Tomo gasp in surprise. He shot Yuusuke a startled look, but the other only smirked and repeated his action, twisting his hand and crooking his fingers just so, and pleasure shot through him again. Tomo moaned, heart beating rapidly in his chest as he waited for it again, but Yuusuke had back off for the moment, content to finishing his task. After an agonizing few minutes, Yuusuke finally pulled his hand away and Tomo looked up, locking eyes with the other. With a little help, Tomo hooked one leg over Yuusuke's shoulder, the other wrapped tightly around his waist as Yuusuke gripped Tomo's hip tightly with one hand and eased his painfully hard cock deep inside him.
Yuusuke let out a deep, airy grunt as Tomo's tight heat enveloped him, waves of pleasure washing over his entire body. It took everything in him to wait until he was sure Tomo could handle it. He looked down at the other man and all worries were banished before they were even fully formed. Tomo stared back at him, eyes impossibly dark with lust, muscles quivering with need; he needed no more reassurance than that. Easing Tomo's leg off his shoulder and wrapping it securely around his waist, Yuusuke pulled back slightly, hands firmly gripping his waist, and thrust back in, burying himself as deep as he could go.
Tomo gasped, back arching off the bed, fingers digging into the white sheets as Yuusuke set a slow but deep pace, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting all the way back in again. He burned and ached - no amount of finger preparation able to completely warn his body what was to come, but it was only a minute pain in the back of his mind. This impossibly wonderful feeling washing over him, so full and complete, he longed for more. Yet already, as his body trembled with each frenzied movement, he knew neither one of them could possibly last very long. Every other thrust and roll of Yuusuke's hips seemed to graze Tomo's prostate, setting his oversensitive body on fire, and soon the room was filled with a steady stream of moans and whimpers, mostly from the normally quiet bassist.
Yuusuke quickened his pace, reveling in each gasp and moan the other man emitted, those breathy, nonsense words as much as anything pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He ran one hand down Tomo's lean body, tight muscles flexing and releasing just under his pale skin as they moved back and forth upon the narrow bed. His hand found it's way to Tomo's cock, heavy and throbbing between their bodies. He wrapped his fingers around the thick column of flesh, instantly receiving a deep groan from the other, and pumped his hand up and down, twisting and squeezing, knowing just what felt right.
It was all too much for Tomo to handle, and with a strangled cry, he came hard, slicing their stomachs with his seed. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense and nothing could compare to this euphoria overtaking him, blocking out any other thought but pleasure. He grabbed for Yuusuke's body, pulling him down so their lips met.
"Fuck!" Tomo cried and a second later Yuusuke's orgasm suddenly overtook him, surprising them both.
Together, they rode out such overwhelming tidal waves of pleasure, each man over the edge but still craving more. Yuusuke buried his head beside Tomo's, that smell of sweat and sex so perfect as he thrust harder into the other man, wave after wave nearly causing him to collapse. With a final, gasping sigh, he stilled, lowering his body till he rested beside Tomo, their arms and legs still entwined and knotted around each other.
Yuusuke rolled over and Tomo held on, not quite coherent enough to want to let go, and he ended up half on top of Yuusuke, his long body cradled around the smaller man. With a weary smile, Yuusuke stroked Tomo's head, dark, feathery hair sticking to his sweaty skin. Tomo cracked open his eyes, thin, pitch black slits squinting in the morning light.
"God damn," he whispered as Yuusuke continued to stroke his head. "I don't think I've ever came so hard in my life!"
"That was... intense," Yuusuke agreed, tracing one finger down the vein standing out prominently on Tomo's neck as his body slowly fought to return to normalcy. "I don't think I'll be able to move for a week."
Tomo rested his head against Yuusuke's shoulder and closed his eyes. "Sounds good to me."
Yuusuke chuckled, then felt his own eyes begin to flutter. He scanned the nightstand for a clock, then smiled, letting his eyes drift closed.
They had time, all the time in the world.
synopsis: Tomo and Yuusuke decide to take their relationship beyond the boundaries of 'friends', only to encounter numerous interuptions. During 12012's Oni-con appearances.
ratings/warnings: NC-17/Groping, swearing, sex and silliness
entered in: category 1, category 3
dartboard: yes
concrit: 3
The small group of men stumbled into the elevator, full of laughter and racing hearts as the last of the concert high still lingered in their minds. They fell silent, each lost in his own thoughts as the car took them swiftly upward, away from the excitement and roar of the hundreds of mostly young woman who had shown up to watch their first American show.
Still in concert dress, the young men spilled out of the elevator as soon as te doors opened, two heading toward one door, three toward the other beside it. Though the night was not yet late, it had been a long, exhausting first day of the convention, with still several more ahead, so they all bid each other goodnight, and headed inside.
Tomoyuki sat on the edge of one narrow bed, a curious look on his face as his temporary roommate stripped out of his outfit, disappearing into the small bathroom clad only in a loose pair of sweatpants. A small, seemingly insignificant bit of information had been passed to him earlier that day, and had been gnawing at his mind ever since, though he still wasn't sure just how to take it. He cleared his throat, his bed shirt forgottenon the bed beside him.
"Hiroaki mentioned somethiing this morning," he called over the sounds of the faucet running as Yuusuke brushed his teeth.
"Oh?" his bandmate said, only half listening as he spit out the spearmint concoction into the sink.
"He said you asked to switch rooms with him while we're here," Tomo said as the water shut off and Yuusuke emerged from the bathroom. Tomo uncrossed his legs, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.
"Why didn't you want to room with Wataru and Tooru?"
Yuusuke shrugged, making his way between the narrow beds to rummage in one of his suitcases. "Ah, you know how those two can be when they get excited," he mumbled, throwing a clean shirt over one shoulder. "I'd prefer to get at least one good nights sleep without having to hear the two of them going at it only a few feet away." He stood up and began pulling on his t-shirt when the bed behind him sqeeked squeaked softly.
"Is that the only reason?" came a soft voice from just behind his ear.
Yuusuke paused, arms half in, half out of his shirt. "What... if it isn't?" He countered, his voice barely above a whisper, curious yet almost fearful of where this question might lead. He sensed more than felt two hands ghosting over his bare upper body, not quite touching, only allowing the heat from his skin to whisper against Yuusuke's, sending chills down his spine.
"We've been friends too long for half-truths," Tomo said, his deep voice tickling the shell of Yuusuke's ear. "Are you afraid to tell me what you really want to say?"
Yuusuke let the t-shirt drop to his feet as he turned slowly around to face the taller man, his lips pulled into a sly grin. He raised one hand, rough fingertips gliding over Tomo's smooth jawline, before suddenly pulling their faces together into a fierce, deep kiss, his lips moving hungrily against the others.
Tomo was almost startled by the sudden intensity of his friend's actions, but certainly welcomed it. He parted his lips just a bit and Yuusuke immediately took the hint, plunging deep inside, massaging his tongue on deep, quick strokes. He never imagined how good of a kisser Yuusuke could be, but he suddenly felt lost, all thoughts pushed aside as the other man seemed to put every fiber of his being into this simple action. Tomo was dimly aware of hands on his hips, fingers caressing the soft skin just below the waistline of his pants as he was guided backwards. Tomo took a half step backward before his knees buckled, hitting the bed just behind him. He fell back against the mattress, calves and feet dangling over the side, and Yuusuke wasted no time, crawling over his lean body to recapture his mouth with lips and teeth, working his way down Tomo's long neck.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and the two men froze, hearts beating rapidly in their ears. They waited several, breathless moments before it came again, a clearly agitated Hiroaki cursing on the other side. Their eyes met a moment, a silent agreement passing between them, then they were up, flying across the room to reclaim clothing forgotten and tossed aside before Yuusuke reluctantly opened the door.
"I don't know why I agreed to switch with you," Aki growled as he walked inside, hair wet and rumpled, pillow and blanket under his arms, "but rest assured, I won't make the same mistake twice!" He flopped down on the nearest bed, face red in annoyance. "I can't sleep in there with those two going at it like wild rabbits!"
The other two men exchanged a pained glance, one Aki caught with narrowed eyes. "What?"
Yuusuke cleared his throat and shook his head. "Nothing." He walked around to the second bed and pulled back the covers. "You can crash here tonight, if you must. If you want to sleep then, ah, Tomo and I will share this one." He climbed into the narrow bed and flipped off the lamp on the nightstand between the two beds.
Aki threw Tomo a questioning look at the other man's odd behavior, to which the bassist just shrugged and killed the other lights before climbing in next to Yuusuke.
The three men lay in the dark room, though only one blissfully unaware at [of] the tension filling the room as Yuusuke and Tomo lay side by side, minds racing with lustful thoughts, but both unwilling to act upon them with their sleeping bandmate so nearby. But as the night seemed to drag on, both eventually succumbed to exhaustion, falling fast asleep.
Yuusuke pulled the baseball cap low over his face and stuffed his hands deep in his pockets as Wataru pushed the appropriate elevator button.
"Come on, Gaachan, we'll be fine."
Yuusuke threw his friend a disbelieving look and pulled the collar of his jacket up higher over his neck.
"There are very few Japanese here," he muttereds [muttered] and the elevator whirled to a stop. "We are gonna stand out no matter what."
Wataru rolled his eyes as he dragged the grumbling gu[i]tarist out into the Hilton lobby.
"If you keep acting suspicious and drawing attention to youself, of course someone will recognize us!" the vocalist whispered, steering them toward the walkway that would llead them to the anime convention next door. "Just act calm and casual, like back home, and we'll be just fine." They both caught sight of a group of giggling girls attired in 12012 tour shirts heading their way.
"At least, I hope..."
One of the girls was staring intently in their direction, and just when they thought they might get past them without incident, a high-pitched squeal that sounded vauguely like 'MIYAWAKI-CHAN!!!, erupted and they knew they'd been found out.
"Run!" Yuusuke cried, dragging Wataru back toward the Hilton. They ran fast, just barely making it into the elevator car before the group of fangirls could catch up. With a half chuckle, half sigh, Yuusuke sank to the floor.
"Well, that went well," Wataru grumbled, arms crossed over his chest.
Yuusuke grinned up at him, an I-told-you-so look in his eye. "Speaking of way-laid plans, Hiroaki had to escape to our rrom last night, if you didn't notice, since evidently you and Tooru can't seem to keep your hands to yourselves."
Wataru flashed Yuusuke a sheepish grin. "Eh, sorry about that." He extended a hand and helped Yuusuke to his feet. "Guess we were still a bit amped up from the live."
"You weren't the only ones," Yuusuke muttered, causing Wataru to stop dead in his tracks, eyes wide.
"WHAT?"
"Ssshh!" Yuusuke's eyes darted down the thankfully empty hallway. Wataru rolled his eye, but did lower his voice.
"What happened? And how long has this been going on?"
"Nothings been going on," Yuusuke said slowly, "and not much happened last night. We just sort of...."
"Aki didn't say anything about this...." Wataru whispered in astonishment as he leaned against the frame of his door.
"Well, like I said, we didn't go that far," Yuusuke said, somewhat wistfully, "But after all, with Hiroaki there, it didn't exactly seem quite the time to continue things further."
Wataru nodded his head as he fished in his pocket for his room key. "I understand, trust me." He paused, hand on the doorknob. "I promise we'll try to be omore considerate tonight."
Ears still buzzing from their second and final live, Yuusuke barely had the hotel room door closed before he was rather harshly pinned against it, face smashed into the cold wood, the metal doorknob digging into his hip. Long fingers snaked around his waist to the front of his dark concert pants, gripping his crotch almost painfully.
"This is for grabbing my ass during the show," Tomo hissed in his ear, his tall body perfectly molded against Yuusuke's back.
"You know you liked it," Yuusuke retorted, then gasped softly as Tomo's hand squeezed his quickly hardening cock, still trapped under several layers of fabric.
Tomo grinned, the stepped back, just far enough for Yuusuke to spin in his arms, reaching up and kissing him fiercely. Yuusuke clawed at the sparkly belly shirt the bassist had worn that night on stage, breaking their contact for a moment to pull it over Tomo's head, before resuming his actions, lips lingering on Tomo's long, sensuous neck.
Tomo had a harder time with Yuusuke's shirt, all those buttons seeming to frustrate his usually deft fingers, but eventually he succeeded , and shed him of his shirt as well, quickly moving on to Yuusuke's pants. Just as he had the guitarist's jeans pushed off his narrow hips, one of Tomo's thighs between his legs, rubbing enticingly against Yuusuke's groin, for the second night in a row, there came a knock on the door, right beside Yuusuke's head, making him nearly yelp in surprise. Tomo couldn't help but grin in mild amusement as Yuusuke stalked around the room, tossing pants and shirts into his suitcase before answering the door, clad only in crumbled boxers.
Yuusuke's annoyance must have been quite apparent, though Tomo could not see his face, for Hiroaki immediately took a step back, eyes wide.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, his long, thin arms unconsciously hugging his pillow and blanket closer to his body.
Yuusuke sighed, face falling more neutral as he stepped to the side to allow his friend in.
"It's nothing," he muttered. "I was just about to shower and hit the sack anyway." He turned away, grumbling as he closed the bathroom door behind him. "I'm gonna kill Wataru..."
Hiroaki and Tomo exchanged amused glances as Aki once again took possession of one of the beds.
"I take those two are at it again?" Tomo asked over his shoulder as he dug around for some cleasing cloths and clothes to sleep in.
"They didn't even bother to change!" Aki exclaimed, flopping back on the mattress in disgust. "I guess something got Wataru all hot and bothered during the live. Maybe it was that little shoulder rub Tooru was giving Yuusuke before the encore. The look on his face..." Aki snorted, turning on his side to face the bassist. "Not two seconds after entering the room they were already groping like teenagers, yet again unmindful of my slowly crumbling sanity..."
Tomo grinned knowingly as he wiped the stage make-up off his face. "If the fangirls only knew..."
By the time Yuusuke stepped out of the bathroom, the lights were off and the other two men were in bed. With a towel wrapped around his waist and the faint light filtering in through the window to light his way, Yuusuke crossed the small room, grabbed a pair of boxers from his suitcase, pulled them on and climbed into the bed he would once again share with Tomo. He lay there a moment, mind preoccupied, the room's silence broken only by the steady, rhythmic sounds of slumber, when an arm crept around his waist, making him jump slightly. Fingers, curious and gentle, caressed his smooth, flat stomach before finding the waistband of his boxers. After only a moment's hesitation, long fingers dipped below the elastic.
"You're still hard," came an amused whisper from behind his ear.
Yuusuke flushed slightly in the dark room, gasping as Tomo began to stroke his half hard length.
"I could hear Wataru and Tooru while I was in the shower," he whispered, trying desperately not to thrust into that oh-so-warm hand teasing him. He could practically feel Tomo smiling against his shoulder as his grip tightened.
"Did you like what you heard?" Tomo asked, though the answer was obvious enough, judging from his already aroused state. For an answer, Yuusuke growled, casting a quick glance at the still oblivious guitarist not too far away in the other bed, the[n] rolled over, pinning Tomo beneath his body. Yuusuke attacked the bassist's mouth, warm lips and sharp teeth planting a flurry of kisses and nips across Tomo's full lips, moving steadily down his neck as he straddled Tomo's hips, grinding his groin against the other. A low rumble began to form in the back of Tomo's throat as Yuusuke sucked hard at the base of his neck, already feeling the bassist's cock harden beneath him.
Tomo arched his back, head hitting the wooden headboard behind him and Yuusuke rubbed their oversensitive bodies together, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He tried to muffle his moans, biting the insides of his cheeks, then his arm, fingers tearing into the crumbled sheets, but it was all too much. All he could think about was that feeling, that overwhelming need for more, as they moved faster and faster against each other. He reached around Yuusuke's body, hands delving beneath his boxers to cup the guitarist's bare ass, pulling him closer, urging him harder, faster. He smelled of sweat, sex, and clean hair, the smells so distinctly Yuusuke, filled his nose. Suddenly, Tomo lost control, moaning loudly as he came, his thick cock throbbing between their bodies.
Yuusuke sat up, his thrusts against the other man almost frantic as he felt himself straddling the edge of euphoria. He forced his eyes open and looked down, the sight beneath him breathtaking, seeing Tomo, face flushed in the nearly black room, sweat beaded on his brow, eyes glazed over as he rode out his orgasm, was enough. With a few final, harsh thrusts, Yuusuke came hard, a choked sigh escaping his lips. He doubled over, head burried buried in the crook of Tomo's neck as waves of pleasure washed over his body, every muscle in his body trembling in the aftershock.
It took several long moments to come down enough to feel the strain in his arms, the ache in his back as he crouched low over Tomo's body. Slowly, Yuusuke lowered himself on to the mattress beside him, breath still shallow and forced, mind swimming.
"Fuck..." Yuusuke gasped, the adrenaline just starting to cool in his system.
"No wonder Wataru and Tooru....." Tomo whispered. "Hell, we were only-"
"If you two are quite finished," came a deeply annoyed growl from the forgotten bed nearby, "I'd really like to get some sleep!"
Hiroaki favored them with a final, narrow-eyed glance before gathering his pillow and blanket and slamming the door behind him.
Yuusuke couldn't help but grin, his head filled with memories of last night. None of them had gotten much sleep after that, a mixture of excitement and nervousness, unsureity and downright lust. He knew somewhere, a part of him should feel a bit guilty about having put poor Hiroaki through that, but he just couldn't really feel guilty about anything that happened. The smell of Tomo, hot and breathless, moaning under his touch as they both rushed toward ecstasy; he could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it. He cleared his throat loudly and shuffled into the bathroom, snagging his toothbrush on the counter.
"So, what do we do now?" came a voice from behind him.
Yuusuke spit out the minty toothpaste, letting the water wash it a way before splashing his face and neck.
"Well, I think they want to take some photos or something down by the beach later-" a hand lighted on his hip, fingertips cold against the warm skin just above the waistband of his boxers.
"I didn't mean with the band," Tomo murmured, his thumb gently rubbing circles across the hipbone under his palm. "I meant... with last night... what, how do you want to go about..."
Yuusuke shut off the running water and turned around, smiling up at the taller man. "What would you like to happen?"
Tomo looked a bit sheepish, lowering his head, gaze glued to his feet.
"I'd... like to get to know you more... intimately." He blushed, suddenly feeling very awkward. A hand cupped his chin, forcing his head up and eyes to meet the other's.
"I know it's a bit... unexpected," Yuusuke said, "but you never have to feel awkward around me." His grin widened. "We've been friends a long time now, seen the best and worst of each other over and over. Whatever happens, happens. But don't start getting all embarrassed on me now. You and I both know that's not like you." He brushed his thumb along Tomo's full lips then let his hand drop to his side. "Tell me what you want."
A slow smile spread across the bassist's lips, impish and very much Tomo, and he suddenly rushed Yuusuke, forcing them to bump against the high marble sink.
"Fuck me," he whispered, tongue darting out to taste the soft skin on Yuusuke's neck. "I want to feel you inside me."
Yuusuke groaned, hands delving under Tomo's rumpled t-shirt. He pulled the taller man close, feeling the muscles in his back ripple as Tomo moved, graceful even as he frantically placed a flurry of kisses over Yuusuke's face and neck, biting and licking, wanting to taste every bit he could. He felt one of Tomo's long legs pushing between his thighs, rubbing delightfully against his crotch, and he made up his mind then and there. With a growl, he guided Tomo backward out of the bathroom and onto the nearest bed. Tomo scooted farther up onto the narrow mattress, eagerly shedding his clothes as Yuusuke paused just long enough to grab something from his bag, then joined Tomo, quickly crawling over the lithe man's long torso, free hand gliding over smooth skin and taut muscles.
Tomo lifted his knees around Yuusuke, pulling impatiently at the boxers he still wore. Yuusuke grinned and leaned forward, kissing him fiercely as they worked together to rid him of the offending garment, Tomo taking liberal time to fondle and pinch Yuusuke's warm flesh. Yuusuke ground their naked bodies together and Tomo gasped, hands clenching his bare ass. Yuusuke sat back a bit and popped the cap on the small tube of lubricant he'd fished from his bag, spreading it liberally over his fingers before gently probing Tomo's entrance.
Tomo couldn't help but squirm a bit as Yuusuke first inserted one finger, then two as he stretched muscles not used to such treatment. He closed his eye for a moment, letting his other senses take over as he forced himself to relax against the intrusion. The feeling was strange, not really painful, but not exactly goo-
-a brief flash of pleasure shot through his groin, making Tomo gasp in surprise. He shot Yuusuke a startled look, but the other only smirked and repeated his action, twisting his hand and crooking his fingers just so, and pleasure shot through him again. Tomo moaned, heart beating rapidly in his chest as he waited for it again, but Yuusuke had back off for the moment, content to finishing his task. After an agonizing few minutes, Yuusuke finally pulled his hand away and Tomo looked up, locking eyes with the other. With a little help, Tomo hooked one leg over Yuusuke's shoulder, the other wrapped tightly around his waist as Yuusuke gripped Tomo's hip tightly with one hand and eased his painfully hard cock deep inside him.
Yuusuke let out a deep, airy grunt as Tomo's tight heat enveloped him, waves of pleasure washing over his entire body. It took everything in him to wait until he was sure Tomo could handle it. He looked down at the other man and all worries were banished before they were even fully formed. Tomo stared back at him, eyes impossibly dark with lust, muscles quivering with need; he needed no more reassurance than that. Easing Tomo's leg off his shoulder and wrapping it securely around his waist, Yuusuke pulled back slightly, hands firmly gripping his waist, and thrust back in, burying himself as deep as he could go.
Tomo gasped, back arching off the bed, fingers digging into the white sheets as Yuusuke set a slow but deep pace, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting all the way back in again. He burned and ached - no amount of finger preparation able to completely warn his body what was to come, but it was only a minute pain in the back of his mind. This impossibly wonderful feeling washing over him, so full and complete, he longed for more. Yet already, as his body trembled with each frenzied movement, he knew neither one of them could possibly last very long. Every other thrust and roll of Yuusuke's hips seemed to graze Tomo's prostate, setting his oversensitive body on fire, and soon the room was filled with a steady stream of moans and whimpers, mostly from the normally quiet bassist.
Yuusuke quickened his pace, reveling in each gasp and moan the other man emitted, those breathy, nonsense words as much as anything pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He ran one hand down Tomo's lean body, tight muscles flexing and releasing just under his pale skin as they moved back and forth upon the narrow bed. His hand found it's way to Tomo's cock, heavy and throbbing between their bodies. He wrapped his fingers around the thick column of flesh, instantly receiving a deep groan from the other, and pumped his hand up and down, twisting and squeezing, knowing just what felt right.
It was all too much for Tomo to handle, and with a strangled cry, he came hard, slicing their stomachs with his seed. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense and nothing could compare to this euphoria overtaking him, blocking out any other thought but pleasure. He grabbed for Yuusuke's body, pulling him down so their lips met.
"Fuck!" Tomo cried and a second later Yuusuke's orgasm suddenly overtook him, surprising them both.
Together, they rode out such overwhelming tidal waves of pleasure, each man over the edge but still craving more. Yuusuke buried his head beside Tomo's, that smell of sweat and sex so perfect as he thrust harder into the other man, wave after wave nearly causing him to collapse. With a final, gasping sigh, he stilled, lowering his body till he rested beside Tomo, their arms and legs still entwined and knotted around each other.
Yuusuke rolled over and Tomo held on, not quite coherent enough to want to let go, and he ended up half on top of Yuusuke, his long body cradled around the smaller man. With a weary smile, Yuusuke stroked Tomo's head, dark, feathery hair sticking to his sweaty skin. Tomo cracked open his eyes, thin, pitch black slits squinting in the morning light.
"God damn," he whispered as Yuusuke continued to stroke his head. "I don't think I've ever came so hard in my life!"
"That was... intense," Yuusuke agreed, tracing one finger down the vein standing out prominently on Tomo's neck as his body slowly fought to return to normalcy. "I don't think I'll be able to move for a week."
Tomo rested his head against Yuusuke's shoulder and closed his eyes. "Sounds good to me."
Yuusuke chuckled, then felt his own eyes begin to flutter. He scanned the nightstand for a clock, then smiled, letting his eyes drift closed.
They had time, all the time in the world.
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Date: 2007-01-11 04:22 pm (UTC)Mechanics and style: 25
Dart 2 (Red) ~~ worth up to 35 points
Storytelling and effectiveness: 20
Dart 3 (Yellow) ~~ worth up to 30 points
Characterization and dialogue: 15
I'd add my personal bonus board, but honestly, there are too many grammar mistakes for the point limit. I don't want to sound too harsh, but though (I'm assuming) this has been beta-read, the corrections the beta made were left in in places, and not actually corrected. That is sloppy. I'm guessing the author isn't a native English speaker, so I can be a bit more lenient, but really, this needs a thorough work-over by someone who actually knows what they're doing in terms of grammar corrections.
Now, onto characterization... There were only a few places that rang true for me in terms of personality, and I just can't see the boys acting like they do in most of the fic. I'm sorry, but the dialogue is too jarring and unrealistic in numerous places, and their actions just make me blink and wince. Much as the scenario of Hiroaki being annoyed by Wataru and Tooru is amusing, the execution of it needs a lot of work, at least so it's not such a blatant plot device. There's also the instance of Wataru and Yuusuke running from the fangirls -- they wouldn't. Simple as that, they're too polite to do such a thing, no matter how much they might want to. At most, they'd walk away hurriedly, but if the fans caught up, they'd be gracious, if somewhat rushed. And I won't even get into how rude the "-chan" suffix is in that instance, since many fangirls don't seem to know or care about that. ^^;;
Overall, this fic could be much better if the author takes the time to correct the numerous grammatical errors and fix the typos, and then works on the characterization issues. There's also the fairly minor detail of them staying in one of the hotel suites, which generally means beds for everyone (even if one is a spare bed) and plenty of room. I haven't seen the inside of the Hilton suite they were in, but I'm assuming it's fairly standard in terns of layout.
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Date: 2007-01-22 01:53 am (UTC)Read that and try to tell me it doesn't sound as though there should have been something before it in the fic to tell us who these guys are. Also, "small group of men" is vague and dull.
"What... if it isn't?" He countered
You use far too many ellipses. Don't use them like this in particular, it's irritating, which takes away what effect you wanted it to have. Also, this clearly wasn't betaed. Lowercase "he" there.
I can't take this. It blathers in circles and makes my head hurt in the first section. That's all I'm reading. I apologize for not being as helpful as I would like to be, but honestly, it's unreadable.
Strip down the excess padding and put a lot more thought into what's happening and why. Get rid of the unneeded "shading" words that are everywhere - "almost," "nearly," "slowly," "mostly" - and get rid of the plethora of adverbs. Be more specific and concise. "his bandmate," "the taller man," similar expressions - in excess as they are here, those are useless and remove much of the impact of what's happening.
No dartboard. I think it's clear enough.