Aiji Just Can't Win

[aiienzo]

Aiji turned back into the studio, still smiling not only at the way things turned out to be, but the rollercoaster of confusion it took to get them there.

“We are going out tonight, right?”

Aiji looked up, spotting Maya jumping down from atop one of the tables and making his way towards him, moving his hair out of his face in the process. Aiji paused, watching the movement. Had Maya’s walk always had that sashaying quality to it, his hips protruding so delicately? He swallowed, not sure if he was liking this change in the way he suddenly saw Maya; the guitarist wasn’t prepared for a blatant example of how little attention he had been paying to small details.

When Aiji didn’t answer, only watched somewhat cautiously as Maya approached, the vocalist spoke out again.

“What happened between you two anyway?”

Aiji raked his eyes over Maya and bit his lip unconsciously, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides as he drank in the sight, trying to ponder why it felt so new to him. Maya’s hair had never looked so soft before, had it? Did his voice always have that underlying deep quality? Had his fingers always seemed so delicate, so experienced? Was this all from one simple kiss? Through his thoughts, it gradually occurred to him that the sound reverberating dimly in his head was Maya’s voice.

“Hun?” he asked, cocking his head and blinking stupidly.

Maya rolled his eyes and sighed. “I asked what happened between you and Miyavi-sama.”

“Nothing.” Aiji replied instantly, misconstruing the question in his hazy mindset, and Maya bit on his fingernails to hide his amusement.

“I meant back at the room. If I’m not mistaken, I believe you punched him in the face?”

Aiji sniffed somewhat apologetically and leant against the wall, crossing his arms and trying to shake his thoughts back to normality. “Well, like I said, he deserved it.”

Maya stared and smiled, staying silent, and Aiji took that as a sign to continue, still flickering his eyes across Aiji‘s body. “He came to my room, pounded on the door, called out my jealousy, and made me feel like a jackass.”

“Well. You were being a jackass.”

Aiji glared at Maya. “If I recall, you were the one that kissed him. Right in front of me.”

Maya stepped closer and responded playfully with the same accusatory tone. “If I recall, you never gave me a reason to think it would offend you.”

Aiji had nothing to say to that, so he shut his mouth and watched bitterly as Maya moved closer. The vocalist was smirking, his eyes twinkling in a way that had always spelled danger for Aiji owing to some mysterious plot to persuade him to do something either out of character or definitely drifting from Aiji’s best interests.

Maya moved in closer, smiling innocently, and Aiji swallowed. He couldn’t help the sudden thoughts that swarmed into his head knowing that the pretty, mischievous face in front of him was completely Aiji’s for the taking. He swallowed again, searching for something to get his mind off the wants his body was begging for.

“Maya, is it… true? Did you… really?”

He saw a faint blush creep up on Maya’s round cheeks and pale neck, and nearly regretted asking the burning question, but Maya simply smiled shyly, confidently.

“Think of you?” he asked softly.

Aiji nodded mindlessly and swallowed yet again. “What did you…” he cleared his throat. “What did you, you know, think about?”

The grin Maya now sported made Aiji shiver, and Maya brought his mouth close to whisper into the guitarists ear.

“Can I show you?”

Aiji hesitated, trying to recall which muscles it took to make his head move in agreement, and soon he was nodded fervently, his lips slightly parted as he awaited Maya’s next predatory move, which ensued quickly as Maya pressed him urgently against the wall, slamming their lips together forcibly; Aiji could barely focus, but he new it was the most intense kiss he had ever shared. The sensation was entirely new to him, being under another’s control, and he had time to vaguely wonder whether Maya was always like this when aroused before he felt a slim hand slip under his shirt as their bodies pressed together, and he gasped lightly into Maya’s mouth.

The wall behind him was uncomfortable and hard but he barely noticed as Maya took control, running one hand teasingly across his nipple and using the other to steady his face as Maya kissed him desperately, longingly, and rough before pulling away and moving towards his neck.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Maya’s voice was husky with arousal, and when Aiji felt himself getting hard simply at the sound, he pulled away from Maya’s ministrations and scooted away from the wall.

“Wait wait wait,” he gasped quickly, all too aware of the blood pounding all over his body. When was the last time he had been touched so intimately? That sensation of skin on skin… had it always felt that amazing? “Maya, this is… It’s…”

Maya blushed again, and Aiji felt a hot surge of empathy as he looked at Maya’s crestfallen face.

“Aiji, I’m sorry,” he said quietly, running a hand uncomfortably through his hair. “I thought you’d… maybe you’d be more into the idea if it was rushed. I know you’re not, well, romantic or anything.”

Aiji bit his lip. “I’m not,” he paused, afraid it might hurt Maya more, or possibly insult him. “I mean, why, are you?”

Maya smiled sadly, “Aiji…”

Aiji bit his lip, slightly panicked at the tone in Maya’s voice. He knew it had taken a lot for Maya to do what he did, and he didn’t want to lose this opportunity to be close to someone he hadn’t realized he cared so much for.

He moved closer and took Maya’s fingers in his own, pulling the vocalist gently towards him. “Maya, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to keep shoving you off. I’m… I’m nervous, to be honest.” He paused, allowing Maya to look up and meet his eyes. “I want this to be…something. I want to be more than what you had with Miyavi. And, well, I’ve never been with…”

Maya stopped him with a small kiss, the kind he always figured Maya would give: sweet, barely a touch at all, but so very fond, and Aiji watched him carefully, nervously.

“I know,” was all Maya said, uncharacteristically quietly, and all was silent for a moment before Maya smiled. “So then, you’ll lead?”

“Eh?” Aiji asked, completely taken aback at Maya’s smiling face.

“You lead!” Maya said happily, looking Aiji over before adding, “You know, you top. You can go as slow as you’d like to get used to it.”

A few seconds passed as Maya waited, grinning compassionately at Aiji while the guitarist gave him a perplexed look. “You…you’re sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Maya replied, running a hand down Aiji’s arm and leaning in to whisper, “It doesn’t matter what you do, as long as I get to have you. I’ve wanted you for so long, Aiji.”

Aiji swallowed thickly and bit back a groan. The combined effect of those words and the feeling of Maya’s warm body pressed against him was entirely too much after a long period of abstinence. Without another thought, he turned Maya’s head towards him and claimed his mouth, feeling his lips against Maya’s soft pink ones. They felt just like they looked, plump and inviting, and Aiji wasted no time in pressing his tongue between them to gain access into Maya’s mouth, feeling his blood start to pulse heavily again as Maya groaned.

Aiji took his newfound freedom to a new level and slowly ran his hand up under Maya’s shirt, feeling the skin beneath him tense and relax, a natural reaction Maya nearly had tamed. He curled his fingers around the vocalist’s hip, drawing him in closer until he felt that bulge against his leg, making his own erection ache for contact. That fact made him falter again, his hand losing its grip. Maya, sensing this, deepened the kiss and bit down gently on Aiji’s lip, whispering “It’s fine…” against him.

Aiji nodded, his breath coming shorter now, and pressed Maya fully against him in a rush of courage. Maya broke their kiss with a gasp as they were roughly shoved together in a delicious amount of friction.

“That’s better,” Maya mumbled, placing one hand in Aiji’s hair and lowering his mouth onto the guitarist’s neck, sucking lightly. “You know, I always thought you’d be good in bed.”

“Maya…” Aiji groaned weakly, reaching his hand down to press against the small of Maya’s back, urging him closer. Maya complied and began moving his hips gently against Aiji’s, grinding against him slowly.

Maya’s mouth moved down to the open neckline of Aiji’s shirt, licking and biting gently. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this. How badly I’ve wanted to fuck you.”

“Maya…” Aiji gasped, both at the words and contact. “Fuck…”

Aiji’s shock didn’t detour Maya, who seemed to forget their deal of taking it slow and letting Aiji lead. One hand snuck it’s way down to the buttons of Aiji’s pants and began undoing them with no hesitation. Aiji was breathing harshly and cupped one hand behind Maya’s neck, drawing his head in closer to kiss him deeply again, with much more confidence. It was rough again, and Aiji was surprised that he could feel himself warming up to the idea of taking it fast.

The blonde succeeded in opening Aiji’s pants and slipped his hand inside, immediately grabbing the hard member and smiling into Aiji’s mouth as the guitarist gasped, a sound that barely hid the beginnings of a deep moan.

“So you do wear boxers,” Maya snickered, fingering Aiji’s length through the thin fabric. “That’s interesting.”

Aiji didn’t respond, but pressed his head against Maya’s shoulder, biting his lip to prevent making noise as Maya’s nimble fingers slid his pants down his waist until they crumpled in a heap at his feet. When the blonde hooked his fingers through the elastic of Aiji’s boxers to slip them down, the guitarist was surprised to feel Maya’s body move with them, until the blonde was on his knees in front of him. Aiji suddenly realized what Maya was doing.

“Oh God, Maya, don’t--”

But his words were cut short as he felt the wet heat of Maya’s mouth envelope his length, and his fruitless protests turned into a throaty moan as Maya took him in inch after inch. Any thought he may have had to stopping Maya vanished, and his hands dropped to his side, grabbing tight hold of the ends of his shirt as he bit his lip. The urge to buck back into Maya’s mouth was overwhelming, and his fingers were twitching uncomfortably, needing something to grab onto. Maya sensed his distress as he released Aiji quickly to run his tongue over the head, and reached up to take Aiji’s hand and placed it in his hair, giving him permission.

Aiji didn’t need to be told twice as Maya engulfed him again, taking him deeper and relaxing his throat to give Aiji the ultimate pleasure, and Aiji twisted his fingers around the blonde locks, releasing a breathy gasp and he gently bobbed Maya’s head back and forth onto his cock.

His lips. His lips were perfect. He was way too good at this, and Aiji could feel the signs of release deep within in each time Maya ran his tongue along the underside, moaning lightly to send teasing vibrations all up Aiji’s length. He even looked up once or twice, his eyes dark with lust through those beautiful strands of hair, and Aiji had to squeeze his eyes shut tight to avoid cumming right then.

Finally, Maya pulled back, trying to wipe his mouth as discreetly as possibly before sitting back and looking up at Aiji expectantly.

“Well?”

Aiji took a moment to catch his breath, feeling his length twitch from the loss of contact. “Maya, I… I really don’t want to know how you got that good.”

Maya laughed lightly, “To tell you the truth, I’ve never done that before.” He grinned. “But when it’s done to you, it’s not hard to learn the fundamentals.”

“Maya, you really…didn’t…” Aiji looked a little exasperated, and Maya’s face fell momentarily before he smiled again, leaning down to look up at Aiji with half-lidded eyes.

“Aiji, I wanted to show you how good this would be. After we’re done, I never want you to think twice about sleeping with me. Ever again.”

Aiji didn’t respond, but lowered himself to the floor, keeping his eyes directly on Maya’s as he pushed the vocalist gently onto his back, climbing over him. Maya was surprised to see Aiji’s eyes darken with lust as they moved together, and Aiji lost all hesitation he had and ran his hands along Maya’s waist, leaning in to kiss the other gently, languidly, and Maya moaned lightly.

“God, you’re so…” Aiji paused, breathless, keeping his lips against Maya’s as his fingers slipped inside the waistband of Maya’s pants, feeling the smooth skin hidden underneath. He leant down again and kissed Maya’s neck, warm and pale and beautiful. “How did I go so long resisting you?”

Maya smiled and placed his hand on the back of Aiji’s head, pulling into a deeper kiss, running his tongue across the other’s lips, and Aiji could still taste that bitter flavour lingering in the vocalists mouth. His cock twitched and he felt a small shudder go through his body when he remembered exactly how Maya’s mouth felt wrapped around him.

Maya seemed to feel Aiji getting weaker above him, and he took the opportunity to switch their positions, keeping their kiss locked as he pushed Aiji gently onto his back, quickly maneuvering himself on top. Aiji seemed unfazed, but kissed back more fervently as Maya let his hands roam again, keeping one steady on the ground by Aiji’s shoulder to support himself, while the other quickly found Aiji’s exposed length and teased him gently, running his finger across the head and smearing the precum.

“Maya…” Aiji broke the kiss again to tug at Maya’s shirt. The vocalist took the hint and sat up, pulling off his shirt in the process to reveal a smooth chest, pale and soft, and Aiji stifled a groan at the sight. “Maya… I want you to…”

Maya paused, looking down at Aiji with a curious, almost concerned expression. “Are you sure?”

Aiji nodded, his eyes closed, but Maya still looked skeptical. “Aiji… it’s going to hurt. I’d rather you do it to me so--”

“Maya, please,” Aiji interrupted, shutting his eyes. “I know it’s going to hurt, but I don’t care. If anyone is going to take this from me, I want… I want it to be you.”

Maya knew that had to have been hard for him to say, so he didn’t reply. Instead, he leant down and kiss Aiji’s neck softly only to notice that the guitarist had become stiff. Determined to make Aiji’s first time memorable, he tried to urge Aiji to relax by kissing him reassuringly, running his hands through the soft brown hair. Slowly, it began to work, and Maya felt Aiji’s muscles begin to relax as he responded more and more, kissing him back and running his hands across Maya’s body.

“Are you ready?” Maya asked delicately, running a hand gently down Aiji’s cheek. Aiji, surprised at himself, felt his head lean into the touch possessively, lusting after the sensation of Maya’s skin on his own. He nodded, barely aware.

Maya sighed, “Alright,” and pulled his bag towards him, rummaging around within it’s depths. He was still positioned atop Aiji, and the brunette could feel the man above him shaking slightly, an unconscious reaction to the situation. Maya was nervous.

When he finally removed a small bottle of lotion from his bag, Maya looked down at Aiji again, offering a small, quivering smile. “Aiji, you know I…”

“I know,” Aiji interrupted. “I’m…Well, I want this. I want you.” He swallowed, feeling slightly awkward but trusting nonetheless as stared back into Maya’s eyes. “I’m just sorry we had to wait for me to come to my senses.”

Maya watched him for a moment before breaking the gaze, turning his attention back to the lotion in his hand as he squirted out a fair amount into his palm. He gazed down Aiji’s body, and Aiji felt a hot blush creep onto his cheeks as Maya’s eyes flashed with lust once again.

“Just, uh… tell me when it’s too much.”

And with that, he shifted down and placed his lubed finger against Aiji’s entrance, hesitating for a moment before pushing gently inside, lifting his head up immediately to watch his guitarist’s reaction.

Aiji was trying to concentrate on anything else other than the intruding finger, but the sensation was so strange he felt his entire body react, sending shivers up his spine. Maya pushed in a bit more, and Aiji felt an unwelcome sensation in the pit of his stomach, a sign from his body that something was happening that shouldn’t be.

“Are you alright?”

Maya was watching him carefully, ready to pull out if Aiji became too uncomfortable. Aiji nodded fervently though, unwilling to get so close, then have to pull back because of his own nerves. He forced his body to relax as he heard Maya say “I’m adding another finger.”

It hurt. Stung, really, but only a small twinge of pain compared to the discomfort. He shifted around on Maya’s fingers, adjusting his body each time Maya moved a finger in a different direction, spreading him out to prepare for something much larger. This continued on for several minutes before Aiji finally stopped wriggling, took a deep breath, and relaxed his body as much as he could.

“Okay. Just do it… I’m fine, really,” he added when Maya shot him a soft, disbelieving stare. Finally, after Maya had an internal battle with himself on whether to proceed, Aiji heard the distinct sound of the lotion bottle being opened, and a generous amount of the product being reapplied to his opening and this time, to Maya’s cock.

Maya crawled back into view, hovering above Aiji with an uncharacteristically serious face. “If you want me to stop at anytime, just say so.” Aiji nodded, but Maya bit his lip, still looking uncertain. “Aiji… I’m not lying. It’s going to hurt.”

“Maya,” Aiji said with a smile, “I have to deal with you everyday of my life. I think I can handle a little more pain.”

With a small laugh, Maya leant down and kissed him gingerly, as if already afraid the boy would break. He pulled back, however, and aligned himself to Aiji’s opening, placing Aiji’s legs outside of his and using his hand to support his weight. He opened his mouth, as if to say something once more, but decided against it, looking up to keep his eyes on Aiji as he gently pushed against him.

Aiji tried not to tighten his muscles, but it felt so intrusive that his body wouldn’t un-tense. Maya hadn’t even gotten his full head in yet and it was already stinging, enough that Aiji nearly told him to pull out. Maya was larger than the two fingers he used to prepare Aiji, and the brunette felt as if he was sticking a long knife into him rather than a cock. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, waiting for the moment when the largest part of Maya would pass through the first ring of muscles.

Maya took a small pause, then suddenly slipped into Aiji’s tight heat until he was halfway in, moaning in pleasure as Aiji simultaneous let out a choked off noise of pain, biting his lip to stay silent. Maya stopped directly after, remaining halfway in and looking down at Aiji.

“Okay?”

Aiji nodded, feeling the burning sensation pass through him at Maya‘s sudden insertion. “Just… just give me a second.”

Maya did so, panting slightly and moving his hips to let Aiji get used to the feeling. The guitarist beneath him was moving around so delicately, sending a pulse of feeling up Maya each time Aiji’s body moved around his cock. He moaned softly once or twice, feeling Aiji tense and tighten around his length as he adjusted himself, before Maya couldn’t take the sensation and finally gasped out, “Fuck, Aiji, you’re so tight.”

Aiji had never heard him use that tone of voice before, and it both shocked and aroused him immensely. His breath deepened as he finally seemed to realize the severity of what they were doing. Maya was inside of him. Maya was going to fuck him.

He groaned a little, throwing his head back. “Maya, go. Don’t worry about me. Just go.”

“Aiji…”

“Maya, fuck me!”

Maya didn’t waste another second, fully sheathing himself into Aiji and feeling that tightness engulf his length. Aiji gasped out in pain and shocking pleasure as Maya hit his spot directly on, and the sound encouraged Maya to speed up, pulling himself out only to slide back in, keeping it gentle and smooth but increasing each trust until he was going faster than he thought he would for Aiji’s first time.

Aiji was below him, sweating as his grimacing face slowly turned into one of pleasure, gasping and moaning each time Maya thrust into him, hitting that patch of nerves that made him shiver in bliss. Soon Aiji’s hands were Maya’s shoulders, grasping onto him as Maya panted, his blonde hair falling around his eyes as he took in Aiji underneath him. This was it. This is what Maya had been aching for. He never thought Aiji could have felt so good.

Aiji moaned openly, mouthing a small “fuck” as he lowered one hand down to his length, pumping in time with Maya’s thrusts as his other hand gripped Maya’s backside, urging him in more, faster, harder.

Maya was losing it. He could feel himself getting close just by the sight of Aiji, his body moving up and down slightly each time he was pounded into, his hand around his length as his orgasm grew closer. Maya could have finished by the sight alone, but being able to feel Aiji’s heat all around him, the body actually moving underneath him covered in a sheen layer of sweat, and the noises Maya was causing him to make were too much. Each movement caused Aiji to moan, gasp, and beg silently for more, and it was driving Maya to the edge.

“Aiji, I’m going to…Aiji… fuck!”

He could feel his release pooling inside him and he began to fuck Aiji harder than he had been, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in again, increasing his speed and Aiji gasped, moaning Maya’s name unabashedly. Aiji’s hand was working at his cock mindlessly, and Maya sensed it before Aiji actually came, covering his own stomach in a thick sticky white liquid and tightening every muscle in his body. Maya felt Aiji tense around him, and it only took that and the sight of Aiji’s quivering, post-orgasm body to make him cum only seconds after, gasping Aiji’s name as he fell against the guitarist.

They lay in silence for several minutes, both trying to catch their breath and come to terms with what just happened. Finally, Maya raised himself up, placing a languid kiss to Aiji’s cheek, and slid out of him. He leant over and grabbed a bunch of napkins they had left over from lunch yesterday, and proceeded to wipe up the mess coating himself and Aiji. Aiji was too worn out to even offer help, and simply let Maya clean up, refusing to even open his eyes.

“I hope I didn’t go too hard.” He heard Maya’s voice say to him softly.

Aiji smiled. “And here I thought you were taking it easy on me.”

Maya laughed, and Aiji felt him pull the cloth away from his body, and the rustling of clothes. “Here. You’d better put some pants on before anyone comes back.”

Despite the fake urgency in Maya’s voice (he wouldn’t care less if the technicians came back while they were naked), Aiji couldn’t find it in himself to raise his worn-out body off the floor. It felt a bit degrading, but he got over it relatively fast when he went to raise his head and it felt entirely too heavy to worry about.

He could hear Maya picking various pieces of clothing up off the ground and wondered lightly how the blonde could have so much energy inside of him.

“Oh, hey. Miyavi texted me.”

Aiji opened his eyes and stared across the room at Maya, who was pulling on his pants, staring at his phone, and looking entirely unbalanced in the process. As he read the message his pale face, slightly red from his earlier efforts, went from curious to shocked in such a short amount of time that Aiji felt his heart leap to his throat and he sat up instantly, feeling a pain shoot down his back.

“Maya? Maya! What does it say?”

It took Maya a second to come out of his trance before he shot Aiji a horrified look. “Um… it says. “Maya, don’t be mad--””

“Oh god.” Aiji said, placing his head in his hand. Any message from Miyavi that started like that couldn’t be good.

Maya continued, clearing his throat as a blush crept on his face. “Maya, don’t be mad, but I went back to the studio to get my wallet. I went in, and the tape was going. And um… it was recording some stuff.”

At this point, Aiji blanched, but Maya continued on, unfazed save the deep red blush on his skin.

“But don’t worry! I took the tape, so no one will find out. Cheers for being on top.”

Maya gave a small little giggle. “Haha, he still put a little smiley face at the end.”

Aiji got up, hurriedly pulling on his boxers and pants and sliding his shirt back over his head. “Maya, are you telling me that Miyavi has a recording of us fucking?”

Maya smiled and bit his lip, containing his laughter for Aiji‘s sake. “It would appear he does.”

Aiji ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before swallowing and trying to keep his emotions under control. “Maya… don’t you have any idea what this means?”

And standing there, in the middle of the recording booth shirtless and smiling a sweet, innocent smile, Aiji never realized he never truly appreciated how both agonizing and sweet Maya was, even if he had just been fucked by the boy.

“Of course I do,” Maya replied, smirking devilishly. “Looks like you’re going to have to make a fast friend with Miyavi-sama,” he laughed, kissing Aiji tenderly and holding out his phone so Aiji could see the words written on the screen. “He might find it hard to forget all those times you punched him in the face.”