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Title: Must Love Dogs 4/?
Previous Chapters: ||Ch. 1|| Ch. 2|| Ch. 3||
Word Count: 5014
Pairing: AijixMaya, MiyavixMaya
Summary: We all have secrets, some of them just happen to be bigger than others.
Rating: NC-17 over all, NC-17 here
Warnings: Language, AU, Sexual situations
Author's Notes: I am seriously amazed at how fast I've been updating this thing holy shit wtf is wrong with me.
“What's that, Yamazakichan? I can't quite hear you.”
Maya glared up at the taller man from beneath sweaty bangs, the gag in his mouth preventing him from doing much but grunting in response. Somehow he had ended up strapped to the operating table, the flimsy nurse's uniform missing a few buttons from the man handling he had endured on the doctor's behalf and thus exposed his chest and a good portion of his midriff. His wrists and ankles were strapped to the table to prevent him from escaping. Saliva spilled down the sides of his mouth steadily from having his jaw open for so long, and slowly but surely the sensation of being unable to close his jaw even if the ball wasn't there began to creep into the forefront of his mind. The nurse whimpered in response, looking coyly away from the nude man in front of him.
“That's what I thought,” Miyavi purred, giving one of those round cheeks an affectionate stroke as he wandered over to the small table besides the operating one that had a display of sexual toys on display rather than medical devices.
“Cut!” the director's voice echoed through the set and almost instantly Miyavi unbuckled the gag from his co-star's mouth, watching as Maya gasped for air and shot a haughty glare in the direction of their employer. “I know the script we gave you didn't call for much dialogue but I think you should speak to him more than just that, Miyavi. Our viewers enjoy the dialogue between you and Maya the most so if you just jump into touching him it's not going to have as strong a reaction. Do it again.”
“Can we have at least a fifteen minute break, first? My jaw is about to fall off from my skull,” Maya whined, rattling the straps that held him captive as he arched his head backwards to peer at the director.
“And we can't have that. Then who's going to suck my dick in act two?” Miyavi smirked, chuckling under his breath as Maya's tongue immediately shot out in the younger man's direction.
The director merely gave an exasperated sigh in response, announcing that everyone would be taking a ten minute break. Five minutes less than Maya had petitioned for, but a break nonetheless. Miyavi propped himself up on the operating table Maya was strapped to, taking two water bottles from one of the stage hands and opening one up to sip from casually. The blonde beneath him scowled deeply, wiggling this way and that to get his attention but only proved to make Miyavi look anywhere but at the man strapped right next to him.
“Thirsty?” Miyavi grinned finally, tipping the second water bottle to his friend's lips and watching as Maya drank for a moment only to whine loudly around his mouthful. “Something to say?” He rose the bottle from Maya's mouth.
“Can you please untie me, you prick? I'd like to sit up and not die of a heat stroke from being on this table under all these lights, regardless of how good they make me look,” Maya faked a pout, lower lip jutting out and making the other man chuckle as he undid the blonde's wrist bindings but left the ankle ones on.
Fine with the compromise, Maya sat up, rubbing at his wrists and grabbed his water bottle from Miyavi, chugging a good portion of it with a frustrated sound. Working under stage lights was the biggest pain in the ass (well, besides the job itself in the literal sense). Naturally his body ran hotter than most to begin with, so it didn't take long for him to become exhausted by the heat. The blushes people claimed to see on his face from his more demure characters on screen were more than likely due to how warm he felt, not from being embarrassed that his senpai wanted him to touch his dick. Rolling his jaw a bit, Maya glanced over at the assortment of toys that would be used for the scene they were shooting. A vibrator, cock ring, cat-o-ninetails. Who would have known the handsome doctor on screen was such a sadist?
“Your roommate doesn't really know what you do for a living, does he?” Miyavi asked to break the silence, watching with a smirk as Maya's head snapped over towards him. “I mean, he seemed to know at first. But he was so casual. He thinks you do something else and you're just letting him believe it, huh?”
“Of course I am. What I do for a living is nobody's business but my own. All he needs to know is what kind of dog treats Moco likes and to lock the door when he leaves for work,” Maya huffed, taking another large gulp of his water.
“Maayatan~, you're so cold. It would probably be nice if you told him. What if he finds out? Then how will you explain yourself?”
“How will he find out! It's not like he's going to go around looking for gay porn to jerk off to. Use your head, Ishihara!”
“Are you kidding me? The guy's gayer than a unicorn wearing leather chaps. Of course he's going to find out!” Miyavi laughed, watching as Maya stared at him almost hopefully.
“You think so?”
“From the looks of things it seems like you want him to find out. What's this? Maayatan has a crush on his roommate? Oh how taboo! Sounds like a good idea for a new flick starring you know who,” the taller man grinned as he gave that button nose a little poke.
Maya merely whined in response, squirming and swatting the pesky hand away from his face to avoid any further unnecessary touching. Sure, so he thought Aiji was cute, but that was to be expected. He was gay after all, so it was common for him to check out guys. But Aiji just seemed so cool and collected and so...unknowingly charming. What with his guitar playing and his job at a bookstore and how he tried so hard to be indifferent to all of Maya's childish nuances. It was hard not to be attracted to the type of person Aiji was.
“Maayatan, you should ask him out. You've been alone for over three years now. I think it's time for you to start dating again. Don't let your career hold you back on an opportunity to feel like a normal person, huh? I want you to be happy,” Miyavi spoke softly, tattooed fingers moving to rest on the finely manicured hand resting on the table.
“I am happy,” Maya dismissed with a haughty look over the shoulder, nibbling on the lip of his water bottle as he glared the entire time Miyavi stared at him with that disapproving look. “What! I am! I have you as a friend, that counts as something. And I have Moco. I don't need anybody else. Besides, Aiji is just..I don't know, he's hard to understand. He works all the time and is constantly trying to make money so it's not like he has any time to date. I haven't even seen him bring anyone home before. Maybe he's just asexual.”
“With you around, I don't think anyone can be asexual, sweetie,” Miyavi chuckled, delighting in the way the smaller man beamed so proudly at the compliment he received.
“Aw, Miya~. Are you trying to flirt with me?”
“Miyavisan, Mayasan! We're about to start shooting, mind if I do my job?” A woman interrupted the pair's conversation, referring obviously to her position as a fluffer-someone who had the responsibility of making sure the actors were hard to pick up on a scene they had been shooting only moments before as the break allowed their bodies to calm down.
“You must be new here,” Maya smirked, a little glint in his eyes causing Miyavi to chuckle as he felt the older man's chin rest on his shoulder. “We don't use fluffers,” he replied calmly, pointing from Miyavi and to himself.
“You don't? Then..how do you get ready to start?” the girl asked curiously, staring up at Maya with wide eyes and reddened cheeks. It was hard not to feel warm all over with how Maya had a tendency to look at people.
“You just had to ask, didn't you?” Miyavi chuckled, reaching back to scratch through the blonde's hair affectionately as he felt those full lips ghost across his throat. “There's no running away, now.”
“Sit over there,” Maya demanded haughtily, pointing at a chair on the set. The fluffer obeyed immediately, both frightened and turned on by the actor's demand as she took her seat. “Just watch, ne? Maybe you can learn a trick or two,” he suggested with the slightest hint of a smirk, arms wrapping around Miyavi's waist and his hand moving to wrap long digits around his half-hard member. The girl immediately gasped in surprise and looked away, only to hear Maya's voice, “Ah-ah, I said sit over there so you can watch. Not so you can act shy. Besides, you do this for a living.”
“You're such a voyeur,” Miyavi gasped, hips pushing forward into the older man's fingers and watching as Maya handled him with practiced ease, thumb rubbing under the delicate head and squeezing along the base. His freehand moved to join the other, cupping his sac gingerly and rolling it between his fingers to get a rise out of Miyavi as the dark haired man moaned his appreciation.
“And you love it. Admit it, you wouldn't want anyone else to get you hard if I was around,” Maya practically purred, nipping at a pierced earlobe and pulling gently. “Ne, Miyakun, play with me, too,” the blonde whined, his voice going up an octave in a mock youthful voice before he broke out into one of those Cheshire grins Miyavi was so fond of.
“Brat,” he chuckled breathlessly, hand moving behind himself to grasp at Maya's cock, pinching the head between his thumb and forefinger and listening at the startled gasp that left his scene partner's lips. There was nothing more erotic to Miyavi than the sound of his partner's voice in his ear and he knew for a fact that Maya was playing that to his advantage. He whispered heated little commands for more into Miyavi's ear, the entire time watching the embarrassed girl watching the two work at each other.
Miyavi's fingers moved smoothly along Maya's cock, stroking in slow, concentrated movements as he twisted his palm against the base of his cock. Maya shuttered in delight, his own fingers moving to tap along the protruding vein and listen to the way Miyavi hissed in pleasure.
“Careful, Maayatan. You keep jerking..fuck..me off and I'm gonna make a mess..all over those pretty fingers.”
“Oh, please, nothing would make me happier. Make a mess for me, baby,” he teased between heated gasps and whines, Miyavi knowing for damn sure half of them were show to make the poor fluffer embarrassed as he stroked Maya into a full erection, the fact that they were tormenting a stage hand doing well to turn the brat on. And just like that Miyavi pulled his fingers away, listening in delight to the whine it had provoked.
The pair were left hard and frustrated all over again, wanting nothing more than to continue with the scene as Miyavi laid Maya back down onto the table and buckled those wrists back onto the operating table. He nearly groaned at the expression Maya shot him, completely back into character as Miyavi pushed the gag between those swollen lips and buckled it around his head. Needy, borderline whorish. Honestly he had no idea how Maya could be so damn appealing to him even after all these years.
“You can go now,” Miyavi smiled sweetly over at the hot and bothered looking woman, moving to approach her to speak quietly. “Don't mind him. He's just a bit of a brat. It's only the case if we work on a film together which isn't often. Otherwise, you're more than welcome to do your job how you were told.”
“Is Mayasan always this difficult?” she murmured softly, casting a wary glance up at the ridiculously tall actor.
“You have no idea!” Miyavi chuckled, returning to his mark before hearing the words 'action'.
-♣-
Aiji had spent his day off looking at BBS forums involving the blonde man that preoccupied his mind. The only time he had left his room was to go ahead and walk Moco, still able to keep good on his promise of watching the dog despite how preoccupied his mind was. From his investigative work he had learned that Maya had only been in the industry for roughly four years, starting out as a gravure model for nine months or so before he made his AV debut in a film where he had a bit role as a concubine for some feudal lord and only appeared in one scene involving blowing the guy off. However the fanbase was so taken by his looks that the requests for more was damn near suffocating and within four months he had earned his first starring role in a film as a high school student in love with their teacher. That explained his display photo on the label website. His first film and most highly revered one.
From then on he had only made eight more films, choosing to be more of an idol than an actual porn star as he made his living by doing more instore events and meet and greets. Of course Maya had a fair amount of goods ranging from photobooks to calendars to personalized messages to the crazed fanbase, but it seemed like Maya was hellbent on making as few movies as possible. The fact put Aiji's mind at ease, relieved by the fact that the blonde didn't seem to be too much of a slut with his low number of movies but wide variety of genres. His roommate was certainly full of surprises, that was for sure.
As he scrolled further down the page he frowned as the comments grew more hostile towards Maya, calling him a slut and a traitor and a liar. Confused, Aiji checked the date. The time read around the same of when Maya's first video would have come out, maybe three months after it's release date. Another commenter began to bash Maya's costar and upon further reading showed to be none other than the tattooed man always parking his dumb ass on their couch. So Miyavi had been Maya's costar in his first film, not just the nurse and doctor one he had saw only two days before.
The comments screamed betrayal on Maya's part, yelling about how the blonde was supposed to belong to his public and no one else. Other's told the posters to shut up and stop obsessing, that Maya was entitled to do what he liked and they never had a chance with the idol to begin with. Confusion began to build and build in Aiji's head until he came across a series of photos a user had posted. Clicking on the thumb nail, his computer screen was filled with a set of photos involving Miyavi and Maya in what appeared to be casual wear. One of the pair coming out of a restaurant, another of them standing close together with the blur of what looked like them holding hands circled for user inspection, then the last picture showing what looked like Maya tugging Miyavi into an apartment. For a moment Aiji felt his own blood boil, furious at the thought of the two together before he remembered that he had nothing to worry about. After all, the photos were three years old and Maya himself said the first day he met Miyavi that they weren't dating.
Laughing softly to himself, he exited the window and continued to read the comments. Apparently it was confirmed that the pair had dated at one point in time, and the online forum showed that they were not pleased about their beloved Maya being with someone. For the second time Aiji came across Maya's old personal information on the forum, shocked to see commentators stating they had actually gotten a hold of Maya through his phone and had ended up making the panicked AV idol cry. Another said they had went to Maya's apartment and knew him to be home but he hadn't answered the door.
A link to an article appeared the more he read into the threads. Maya had announced an apology for dating Miyavi and said that they had split because of the fanbase's reaction, even though the label he was signed to was one of the few that actually allowed their idol's to date. The consensus on the forum was satisfaction to have their beloved idol back on the market, while the occasional disgusted fan from their behavior popped up every so often. Apparently the pair had been banned from making films with each other for two years on top of the public apology to further appease the masses. The forum comments went back to nothing but adoration for Maya's work and meet and greet appearances, with the occasional nasty comment about seeing Miyavi stop by the blonde's apartment and how horrified that they all were that the two remained friends. Then the comments grew bitter over Maya changing his number and moving.
There was a campaign on the website to try and find where Maya lived, a large group of anonymous people showing their theories as to where Maya was hidden away at to avoid any more unwanted attention from his supposedly adoring public. Most of the ideas were false, and the majority of the thread was simply candid pictures of Maya at various locations around Shibuya and Akihabara whether it be grocery shopping or clothe shopping or simply being out to lunch. The majority of uses believed Maya to live in the apartment complex that he currently resided in, as they probably figured out by stalking the poor man home before being promptly denied entry into the building with their lack of access inside. The user base called for help from anyone who may potentially live in the building or work there, but so far it appeared that no one had answered their plea while others simply yelled at the stalkers to leave Maya alone.
Aiji couldn't help but grimace the entire way through, staring at the computer screen in awe as Moco waddled her way onto his feet and allowed herself to doze off. Though he had to wonder, what did the users think when Maya had returned to filming with Miyavi? Once again he looked up the thread involving Maya's latest release, reading over the thrilled reactions for Maya's performance while every other comment ragged on how the pair should never perform with one and other. In short, the public loved the video but hated the fact that Miyavi and Maya had a history together. He was floored by just how psychotic the fanbase was, but then again it could only be expected. The people that followed AV idols were the otaku type, shut ins that obsess over unattainable things and people that will never in a million years love them back.
Unable to read anymore of the obsessive comments, Aiji shut his laptop and instead took to staring down at the dog using his feet as her personal pillow. Suddenly he felt compelled to go to Maya's handshake event, not to show his face to the blonde but to make sure that no one would hurt him. It was his first live event since the release of the movie and announcement that they were filming a second. He was almost positive he'd see someone yell at Maya or at the very least threaten him. The thought had him gnashing his teeth, nails digging into his palms hard enough to cause little crescent shaped indentations. No wonder Maya had said he would rather shoot himself than date Miyavi, because dating the man practically was like holding a gun to his head the entire time with how the fans had treated him.
“You and me are going to need to figure out a way to make your mother fall in love with me without being stalked,” Aiji chuckled softly towards Moco, picking the little chihuahua up and setting her on his lap. “Why don't you just tell him to date me? Huh? And bark at all the freaky stalkers he seems to have?”
Moco simply looked up at Aiji with those large eyes, tongue waddling out of her mouth as she panted from the heat. Rolling his eyes at the fact he was having a ridiculous conversation with a dog, he set her back onto the ground before collapsing on his futon with a loud groan. Since when had it become eleven at night? Had he really spent the entire day and night reading about his roommate online and watching clips of videos he had starred in? Despite the fact he had been able to sleep in, Aiji was still exhausted. Probably because of the fact that his investigation work had caused him to need to jerk off several times in order to go on. It was hard learning about your damn roommate when you hadn't gotten laid in damn near a year and all you heard about him was how good he was with his tongue or how foul mouthed he could be in bed.
Closing his eyes, Aiji allowed his mind to wander to one of the short clips he had seen of Maya online. The blonde had been dressed in a revealing PVC pair of shorts, black leather thigh highs making him look even taller than he already was. His torso was simply covered with a black leather jacket with studs, a military uniform cap planted neatly on his head to finish off the intimidating yet terribly attractive appearance. And as the cherry on Aiji's sundae of ways to turn him on, red lipstick that made him want to do nothing more than kiss the stupid blonde breathless. Accompanying Maya had been a handsome yet uninspiring man seated on a chair with a book balanced on his head as he sat straight up as if frightened to let the book fall down.
“You want to fuck me, right?” Maya had practically purred, seating himself neatly on the man's lap and rubbing his clothed bottom against his cock for emphasis.
“Y-yes sir,” the man stuttered, staying still despite how badly he had wanted to rub up against that perfect ass.
“You want to make me scream?” Maya smiled with those ruby red lips, walking his fingers down the naked man's chest. It was amazing to Aiji how well he could play coy and demure as well as bitchy and demanding.
“Yes, sir!” the man spoke with more confidence, only to cry out sharply in masochistic glee as Maya's hand slapped harshly against his cock.
Maya took to slapping his cock with a heavy hand, the man grunting and groaning his approval at the sensation as his eyes remained upward as if he were frightened to make eye contact with Maya. Those black lacquered nails scratched their way slowly down his prey's chest and up again, delighting in the red lines they created but not at all satisfied by the lack of reaction he got from the man. So instead he reached down and smacked gently against his sac, watching as the man cried out in pain.The shock caused the man to jump, the book dropping onto the ground and making the pretty little thing seated on his lap grin widely, dimples and all.
“Oh, baby boy! Look what you did. You know what that means, right?” Maya purred, grabbing hold of the other man's chin and squeezing firmly. “That means I get to punish you.”
And just like that the clip had stopped. It had taken all his self control not to want to jerk off again at the thought alone. At times It drove him crazy just how fixated with Maya he really was. Aiji groaned at the image that kept replaying in his head over and over again, bitter about not being able to see more but he sure as hell wasn't going to buy the DVD or purchase it online or download the video illegally for fear that Maya would find him out. Feeling himself become aroused once again, the guitarist instead grabbed his cigarettes and lighter and made a move to head outside. “Stay, Moco,” he spoke to the dog firmly before heading down stairs to the lobby, waving to the woman working the counter that evening and heading to the pool.
As per usual no one was around, just like how Aiji enjoyed it. He pulled open his carton and took out one of the cigarettes, lighting it and sticking it in his mouth with a satisfied moan. The nicotine did well to calm his nerves and soothe the rushing of blood around in his body, angered that he had gotten so bothered by Maya of all people when the kid wasn't even around. Aiji had to wonder if it was his hormones that had him wanting Maya so badly, or the man himself. But he had to admit, the blonde was beautiful and charming in his silly little ways. Whether it be with how he constantly whined at Aiji to entertain him when he wasn't working or how he always watched those stupid girly anime in the middle of the night. He had to face it, Maya was charming, and he loved having the brat around. And ultimately he didn't just want sex with him. He wanted a relationship and was too chicken shit to ask, and now that he knew that Maya was a porn star he knew damn well he'd be even more paranoid to ask him out.
Sucking on the stick, Aiji exhaled slowly and watched the smoke billow and float in front of his face. Then there was the factor of Maya's fanbase. What if someone found out about him? It was bad enough that he was living with Maya. Then again no one knew where the blonde lived anymore and the apartment complex was so private that no one would know which apartment he lived in unless they stood right outside the blonde's door. But if he started dating Maya, going out with him in public and acting suspicious, it was sure to appear online. Aiji grimaced at the thought, sucking harder on his cigarette. There was no way in hell he would be able to tolerate some fucking mouth breather calling his cell phone up or his work number and trying to act hard with him. Hell, he didn't even know if Maya was interested in him or not and the thought already pissed him off.
He needed to approach this very carefully. There was no way he could ask Maya out right away, he still needed to see if he was even interested in him at all as he didn't exactly drop any hints that Aiji was his type. And judging by the fact that Maya had dated Miyavi, he could only assume he was close enough with his tattoos despite the fact he wasn't covered in them like the younger man was. Hopefully Maya was into the calm and cool type, and to him that was what Miyavi seemed like.
“Dear God, don't tell me I'm comparing myself to that dumb ass,” Aiji chuckled softly around his cigarette, shaking his head in disbelief. His phone began to buzz in his lap, startling him at the fact he was getting a text so late at night. To his surprise it was none other than the person who had been occupying his thoughts for so long. Clicking on the message, he damn near fainted at what the words said.
Aiji~! I saw what you were doing you naughty boy. I get to punish you now. Fufufu! Come up already, I don't like to be kept waiting. ♥
Oh God, had he found out what he had been doing this entire weekend? Had he found the DVD that he had hidden in his pile of movies? Or had he checked the cameras that Aiji was so sure existed in the apartment to ensure he took care of Moco properly? Regardless Aiji was terrified to meet his roommate. His mind immediately went to the clip that had been replaying in his mind all evening. What was Maya going to do to him! He was going to tie him up and whip him bloody. Or maybe he was going to get him excited and suck him off only to leave right before he came. Or maybe..God, the list was endless and Aiji found himself both horrified and painfully turned on by his options.
With a grimace he snuffed out his cigarette and pocketed his items before he dragged himself up the stairs to his apartment. His mind was a flurry of potential outcomes for what he had just read via text message, all of which involved Maya in a compromising position and him both enjoying and dreading whatever punishment the blonde could dream up of. But what he really wanted to know was how in God's name he had been found out? And so quickly, too! For a while he hesitated outside the door, looking all kinds of nervous as he let himself in with a quiet, “I'm home.” And there Maya sat on the couch, legs crossed and smirking like the cat who caught the mouse.
Previous Chapters: ||Ch. 1|| Ch. 2|| Ch. 3||
Word Count: 5014
Pairing: AijixMaya, MiyavixMaya
Summary: We all have secrets, some of them just happen to be bigger than others.
Rating: NC-17 over all, NC-17 here
Warnings: Language, AU, Sexual situations
Author's Notes: I am seriously amazed at how fast I've been updating this thing holy shit wtf is wrong with me.
“What's that, Yamazakichan? I can't quite hear you.”
Maya glared up at the taller man from beneath sweaty bangs, the gag in his mouth preventing him from doing much but grunting in response. Somehow he had ended up strapped to the operating table, the flimsy nurse's uniform missing a few buttons from the man handling he had endured on the doctor's behalf and thus exposed his chest and a good portion of his midriff. His wrists and ankles were strapped to the table to prevent him from escaping. Saliva spilled down the sides of his mouth steadily from having his jaw open for so long, and slowly but surely the sensation of being unable to close his jaw even if the ball wasn't there began to creep into the forefront of his mind. The nurse whimpered in response, looking coyly away from the nude man in front of him.
“That's what I thought,” Miyavi purred, giving one of those round cheeks an affectionate stroke as he wandered over to the small table besides the operating one that had a display of sexual toys on display rather than medical devices.
“Cut!” the director's voice echoed through the set and almost instantly Miyavi unbuckled the gag from his co-star's mouth, watching as Maya gasped for air and shot a haughty glare in the direction of their employer. “I know the script we gave you didn't call for much dialogue but I think you should speak to him more than just that, Miyavi. Our viewers enjoy the dialogue between you and Maya the most so if you just jump into touching him it's not going to have as strong a reaction. Do it again.”
“Can we have at least a fifteen minute break, first? My jaw is about to fall off from my skull,” Maya whined, rattling the straps that held him captive as he arched his head backwards to peer at the director.
“And we can't have that. Then who's going to suck my dick in act two?” Miyavi smirked, chuckling under his breath as Maya's tongue immediately shot out in the younger man's direction.
The director merely gave an exasperated sigh in response, announcing that everyone would be taking a ten minute break. Five minutes less than Maya had petitioned for, but a break nonetheless. Miyavi propped himself up on the operating table Maya was strapped to, taking two water bottles from one of the stage hands and opening one up to sip from casually. The blonde beneath him scowled deeply, wiggling this way and that to get his attention but only proved to make Miyavi look anywhere but at the man strapped right next to him.
“Thirsty?” Miyavi grinned finally, tipping the second water bottle to his friend's lips and watching as Maya drank for a moment only to whine loudly around his mouthful. “Something to say?” He rose the bottle from Maya's mouth.
“Can you please untie me, you prick? I'd like to sit up and not die of a heat stroke from being on this table under all these lights, regardless of how good they make me look,” Maya faked a pout, lower lip jutting out and making the other man chuckle as he undid the blonde's wrist bindings but left the ankle ones on.
Fine with the compromise, Maya sat up, rubbing at his wrists and grabbed his water bottle from Miyavi, chugging a good portion of it with a frustrated sound. Working under stage lights was the biggest pain in the ass (well, besides the job itself in the literal sense). Naturally his body ran hotter than most to begin with, so it didn't take long for him to become exhausted by the heat. The blushes people claimed to see on his face from his more demure characters on screen were more than likely due to how warm he felt, not from being embarrassed that his senpai wanted him to touch his dick. Rolling his jaw a bit, Maya glanced over at the assortment of toys that would be used for the scene they were shooting. A vibrator, cock ring, cat-o-ninetails. Who would have known the handsome doctor on screen was such a sadist?
“Your roommate doesn't really know what you do for a living, does he?” Miyavi asked to break the silence, watching with a smirk as Maya's head snapped over towards him. “I mean, he seemed to know at first. But he was so casual. He thinks you do something else and you're just letting him believe it, huh?”
“Of course I am. What I do for a living is nobody's business but my own. All he needs to know is what kind of dog treats Moco likes and to lock the door when he leaves for work,” Maya huffed, taking another large gulp of his water.
“Maayatan~, you're so cold. It would probably be nice if you told him. What if he finds out? Then how will you explain yourself?”
“How will he find out! It's not like he's going to go around looking for gay porn to jerk off to. Use your head, Ishihara!”
“Are you kidding me? The guy's gayer than a unicorn wearing leather chaps. Of course he's going to find out!” Miyavi laughed, watching as Maya stared at him almost hopefully.
“You think so?”
“From the looks of things it seems like you want him to find out. What's this? Maayatan has a crush on his roommate? Oh how taboo! Sounds like a good idea for a new flick starring you know who,” the taller man grinned as he gave that button nose a little poke.
Maya merely whined in response, squirming and swatting the pesky hand away from his face to avoid any further unnecessary touching. Sure, so he thought Aiji was cute, but that was to be expected. He was gay after all, so it was common for him to check out guys. But Aiji just seemed so cool and collected and so...unknowingly charming. What with his guitar playing and his job at a bookstore and how he tried so hard to be indifferent to all of Maya's childish nuances. It was hard not to be attracted to the type of person Aiji was.
“Maayatan, you should ask him out. You've been alone for over three years now. I think it's time for you to start dating again. Don't let your career hold you back on an opportunity to feel like a normal person, huh? I want you to be happy,” Miyavi spoke softly, tattooed fingers moving to rest on the finely manicured hand resting on the table.
“I am happy,” Maya dismissed with a haughty look over the shoulder, nibbling on the lip of his water bottle as he glared the entire time Miyavi stared at him with that disapproving look. “What! I am! I have you as a friend, that counts as something. And I have Moco. I don't need anybody else. Besides, Aiji is just..I don't know, he's hard to understand. He works all the time and is constantly trying to make money so it's not like he has any time to date. I haven't even seen him bring anyone home before. Maybe he's just asexual.”
“With you around, I don't think anyone can be asexual, sweetie,” Miyavi chuckled, delighting in the way the smaller man beamed so proudly at the compliment he received.
“Aw, Miya~. Are you trying to flirt with me?”
“Miyavisan, Mayasan! We're about to start shooting, mind if I do my job?” A woman interrupted the pair's conversation, referring obviously to her position as a fluffer-someone who had the responsibility of making sure the actors were hard to pick up on a scene they had been shooting only moments before as the break allowed their bodies to calm down.
“You must be new here,” Maya smirked, a little glint in his eyes causing Miyavi to chuckle as he felt the older man's chin rest on his shoulder. “We don't use fluffers,” he replied calmly, pointing from Miyavi and to himself.
“You don't? Then..how do you get ready to start?” the girl asked curiously, staring up at Maya with wide eyes and reddened cheeks. It was hard not to feel warm all over with how Maya had a tendency to look at people.
“You just had to ask, didn't you?” Miyavi chuckled, reaching back to scratch through the blonde's hair affectionately as he felt those full lips ghost across his throat. “There's no running away, now.”
“Sit over there,” Maya demanded haughtily, pointing at a chair on the set. The fluffer obeyed immediately, both frightened and turned on by the actor's demand as she took her seat. “Just watch, ne? Maybe you can learn a trick or two,” he suggested with the slightest hint of a smirk, arms wrapping around Miyavi's waist and his hand moving to wrap long digits around his half-hard member. The girl immediately gasped in surprise and looked away, only to hear Maya's voice, “Ah-ah, I said sit over there so you can watch. Not so you can act shy. Besides, you do this for a living.”
“You're such a voyeur,” Miyavi gasped, hips pushing forward into the older man's fingers and watching as Maya handled him with practiced ease, thumb rubbing under the delicate head and squeezing along the base. His freehand moved to join the other, cupping his sac gingerly and rolling it between his fingers to get a rise out of Miyavi as the dark haired man moaned his appreciation.
“And you love it. Admit it, you wouldn't want anyone else to get you hard if I was around,” Maya practically purred, nipping at a pierced earlobe and pulling gently. “Ne, Miyakun, play with me, too,” the blonde whined, his voice going up an octave in a mock youthful voice before he broke out into one of those Cheshire grins Miyavi was so fond of.
“Brat,” he chuckled breathlessly, hand moving behind himself to grasp at Maya's cock, pinching the head between his thumb and forefinger and listening at the startled gasp that left his scene partner's lips. There was nothing more erotic to Miyavi than the sound of his partner's voice in his ear and he knew for a fact that Maya was playing that to his advantage. He whispered heated little commands for more into Miyavi's ear, the entire time watching the embarrassed girl watching the two work at each other.
Miyavi's fingers moved smoothly along Maya's cock, stroking in slow, concentrated movements as he twisted his palm against the base of his cock. Maya shuttered in delight, his own fingers moving to tap along the protruding vein and listen to the way Miyavi hissed in pleasure.
“Careful, Maayatan. You keep jerking..fuck..me off and I'm gonna make a mess..all over those pretty fingers.”
“Oh, please, nothing would make me happier. Make a mess for me, baby,” he teased between heated gasps and whines, Miyavi knowing for damn sure half of them were show to make the poor fluffer embarrassed as he stroked Maya into a full erection, the fact that they were tormenting a stage hand doing well to turn the brat on. And just like that Miyavi pulled his fingers away, listening in delight to the whine it had provoked.
The pair were left hard and frustrated all over again, wanting nothing more than to continue with the scene as Miyavi laid Maya back down onto the table and buckled those wrists back onto the operating table. He nearly groaned at the expression Maya shot him, completely back into character as Miyavi pushed the gag between those swollen lips and buckled it around his head. Needy, borderline whorish. Honestly he had no idea how Maya could be so damn appealing to him even after all these years.
“You can go now,” Miyavi smiled sweetly over at the hot and bothered looking woman, moving to approach her to speak quietly. “Don't mind him. He's just a bit of a brat. It's only the case if we work on a film together which isn't often. Otherwise, you're more than welcome to do your job how you were told.”
“Is Mayasan always this difficult?” she murmured softly, casting a wary glance up at the ridiculously tall actor.
“You have no idea!” Miyavi chuckled, returning to his mark before hearing the words 'action'.
-♣-
Aiji had spent his day off looking at BBS forums involving the blonde man that preoccupied his mind. The only time he had left his room was to go ahead and walk Moco, still able to keep good on his promise of watching the dog despite how preoccupied his mind was. From his investigative work he had learned that Maya had only been in the industry for roughly four years, starting out as a gravure model for nine months or so before he made his AV debut in a film where he had a bit role as a concubine for some feudal lord and only appeared in one scene involving blowing the guy off. However the fanbase was so taken by his looks that the requests for more was damn near suffocating and within four months he had earned his first starring role in a film as a high school student in love with their teacher. That explained his display photo on the label website. His first film and most highly revered one.
From then on he had only made eight more films, choosing to be more of an idol than an actual porn star as he made his living by doing more instore events and meet and greets. Of course Maya had a fair amount of goods ranging from photobooks to calendars to personalized messages to the crazed fanbase, but it seemed like Maya was hellbent on making as few movies as possible. The fact put Aiji's mind at ease, relieved by the fact that the blonde didn't seem to be too much of a slut with his low number of movies but wide variety of genres. His roommate was certainly full of surprises, that was for sure.
As he scrolled further down the page he frowned as the comments grew more hostile towards Maya, calling him a slut and a traitor and a liar. Confused, Aiji checked the date. The time read around the same of when Maya's first video would have come out, maybe three months after it's release date. Another commenter began to bash Maya's costar and upon further reading showed to be none other than the tattooed man always parking his dumb ass on their couch. So Miyavi had been Maya's costar in his first film, not just the nurse and doctor one he had saw only two days before.
The comments screamed betrayal on Maya's part, yelling about how the blonde was supposed to belong to his public and no one else. Other's told the posters to shut up and stop obsessing, that Maya was entitled to do what he liked and they never had a chance with the idol to begin with. Confusion began to build and build in Aiji's head until he came across a series of photos a user had posted. Clicking on the thumb nail, his computer screen was filled with a set of photos involving Miyavi and Maya in what appeared to be casual wear. One of the pair coming out of a restaurant, another of them standing close together with the blur of what looked like them holding hands circled for user inspection, then the last picture showing what looked like Maya tugging Miyavi into an apartment. For a moment Aiji felt his own blood boil, furious at the thought of the two together before he remembered that he had nothing to worry about. After all, the photos were three years old and Maya himself said the first day he met Miyavi that they weren't dating.
Laughing softly to himself, he exited the window and continued to read the comments. Apparently it was confirmed that the pair had dated at one point in time, and the online forum showed that they were not pleased about their beloved Maya being with someone. For the second time Aiji came across Maya's old personal information on the forum, shocked to see commentators stating they had actually gotten a hold of Maya through his phone and had ended up making the panicked AV idol cry. Another said they had went to Maya's apartment and knew him to be home but he hadn't answered the door.
A link to an article appeared the more he read into the threads. Maya had announced an apology for dating Miyavi and said that they had split because of the fanbase's reaction, even though the label he was signed to was one of the few that actually allowed their idol's to date. The consensus on the forum was satisfaction to have their beloved idol back on the market, while the occasional disgusted fan from their behavior popped up every so often. Apparently the pair had been banned from making films with each other for two years on top of the public apology to further appease the masses. The forum comments went back to nothing but adoration for Maya's work and meet and greet appearances, with the occasional nasty comment about seeing Miyavi stop by the blonde's apartment and how horrified that they all were that the two remained friends. Then the comments grew bitter over Maya changing his number and moving.
There was a campaign on the website to try and find where Maya lived, a large group of anonymous people showing their theories as to where Maya was hidden away at to avoid any more unwanted attention from his supposedly adoring public. Most of the ideas were false, and the majority of the thread was simply candid pictures of Maya at various locations around Shibuya and Akihabara whether it be grocery shopping or clothe shopping or simply being out to lunch. The majority of uses believed Maya to live in the apartment complex that he currently resided in, as they probably figured out by stalking the poor man home before being promptly denied entry into the building with their lack of access inside. The user base called for help from anyone who may potentially live in the building or work there, but so far it appeared that no one had answered their plea while others simply yelled at the stalkers to leave Maya alone.
Aiji couldn't help but grimace the entire way through, staring at the computer screen in awe as Moco waddled her way onto his feet and allowed herself to doze off. Though he had to wonder, what did the users think when Maya had returned to filming with Miyavi? Once again he looked up the thread involving Maya's latest release, reading over the thrilled reactions for Maya's performance while every other comment ragged on how the pair should never perform with one and other. In short, the public loved the video but hated the fact that Miyavi and Maya had a history together. He was floored by just how psychotic the fanbase was, but then again it could only be expected. The people that followed AV idols were the otaku type, shut ins that obsess over unattainable things and people that will never in a million years love them back.
Unable to read anymore of the obsessive comments, Aiji shut his laptop and instead took to staring down at the dog using his feet as her personal pillow. Suddenly he felt compelled to go to Maya's handshake event, not to show his face to the blonde but to make sure that no one would hurt him. It was his first live event since the release of the movie and announcement that they were filming a second. He was almost positive he'd see someone yell at Maya or at the very least threaten him. The thought had him gnashing his teeth, nails digging into his palms hard enough to cause little crescent shaped indentations. No wonder Maya had said he would rather shoot himself than date Miyavi, because dating the man practically was like holding a gun to his head the entire time with how the fans had treated him.
“You and me are going to need to figure out a way to make your mother fall in love with me without being stalked,” Aiji chuckled softly towards Moco, picking the little chihuahua up and setting her on his lap. “Why don't you just tell him to date me? Huh? And bark at all the freaky stalkers he seems to have?”
Moco simply looked up at Aiji with those large eyes, tongue waddling out of her mouth as she panted from the heat. Rolling his eyes at the fact he was having a ridiculous conversation with a dog, he set her back onto the ground before collapsing on his futon with a loud groan. Since when had it become eleven at night? Had he really spent the entire day and night reading about his roommate online and watching clips of videos he had starred in? Despite the fact he had been able to sleep in, Aiji was still exhausted. Probably because of the fact that his investigation work had caused him to need to jerk off several times in order to go on. It was hard learning about your damn roommate when you hadn't gotten laid in damn near a year and all you heard about him was how good he was with his tongue or how foul mouthed he could be in bed.
Closing his eyes, Aiji allowed his mind to wander to one of the short clips he had seen of Maya online. The blonde had been dressed in a revealing PVC pair of shorts, black leather thigh highs making him look even taller than he already was. His torso was simply covered with a black leather jacket with studs, a military uniform cap planted neatly on his head to finish off the intimidating yet terribly attractive appearance. And as the cherry on Aiji's sundae of ways to turn him on, red lipstick that made him want to do nothing more than kiss the stupid blonde breathless. Accompanying Maya had been a handsome yet uninspiring man seated on a chair with a book balanced on his head as he sat straight up as if frightened to let the book fall down.
“You want to fuck me, right?” Maya had practically purred, seating himself neatly on the man's lap and rubbing his clothed bottom against his cock for emphasis.
“Y-yes sir,” the man stuttered, staying still despite how badly he had wanted to rub up against that perfect ass.
“You want to make me scream?” Maya smiled with those ruby red lips, walking his fingers down the naked man's chest. It was amazing to Aiji how well he could play coy and demure as well as bitchy and demanding.
“Yes, sir!” the man spoke with more confidence, only to cry out sharply in masochistic glee as Maya's hand slapped harshly against his cock.
Maya took to slapping his cock with a heavy hand, the man grunting and groaning his approval at the sensation as his eyes remained upward as if he were frightened to make eye contact with Maya. Those black lacquered nails scratched their way slowly down his prey's chest and up again, delighting in the red lines they created but not at all satisfied by the lack of reaction he got from the man. So instead he reached down and smacked gently against his sac, watching as the man cried out in pain.The shock caused the man to jump, the book dropping onto the ground and making the pretty little thing seated on his lap grin widely, dimples and all.
“Oh, baby boy! Look what you did. You know what that means, right?” Maya purred, grabbing hold of the other man's chin and squeezing firmly. “That means I get to punish you.”
And just like that the clip had stopped. It had taken all his self control not to want to jerk off again at the thought alone. At times It drove him crazy just how fixated with Maya he really was. Aiji groaned at the image that kept replaying in his head over and over again, bitter about not being able to see more but he sure as hell wasn't going to buy the DVD or purchase it online or download the video illegally for fear that Maya would find him out. Feeling himself become aroused once again, the guitarist instead grabbed his cigarettes and lighter and made a move to head outside. “Stay, Moco,” he spoke to the dog firmly before heading down stairs to the lobby, waving to the woman working the counter that evening and heading to the pool.
As per usual no one was around, just like how Aiji enjoyed it. He pulled open his carton and took out one of the cigarettes, lighting it and sticking it in his mouth with a satisfied moan. The nicotine did well to calm his nerves and soothe the rushing of blood around in his body, angered that he had gotten so bothered by Maya of all people when the kid wasn't even around. Aiji had to wonder if it was his hormones that had him wanting Maya so badly, or the man himself. But he had to admit, the blonde was beautiful and charming in his silly little ways. Whether it be with how he constantly whined at Aiji to entertain him when he wasn't working or how he always watched those stupid girly anime in the middle of the night. He had to face it, Maya was charming, and he loved having the brat around. And ultimately he didn't just want sex with him. He wanted a relationship and was too chicken shit to ask, and now that he knew that Maya was a porn star he knew damn well he'd be even more paranoid to ask him out.
Sucking on the stick, Aiji exhaled slowly and watched the smoke billow and float in front of his face. Then there was the factor of Maya's fanbase. What if someone found out about him? It was bad enough that he was living with Maya. Then again no one knew where the blonde lived anymore and the apartment complex was so private that no one would know which apartment he lived in unless they stood right outside the blonde's door. But if he started dating Maya, going out with him in public and acting suspicious, it was sure to appear online. Aiji grimaced at the thought, sucking harder on his cigarette. There was no way in hell he would be able to tolerate some fucking mouth breather calling his cell phone up or his work number and trying to act hard with him. Hell, he didn't even know if Maya was interested in him or not and the thought already pissed him off.
He needed to approach this very carefully. There was no way he could ask Maya out right away, he still needed to see if he was even interested in him at all as he didn't exactly drop any hints that Aiji was his type. And judging by the fact that Maya had dated Miyavi, he could only assume he was close enough with his tattoos despite the fact he wasn't covered in them like the younger man was. Hopefully Maya was into the calm and cool type, and to him that was what Miyavi seemed like.
“Dear God, don't tell me I'm comparing myself to that dumb ass,” Aiji chuckled softly around his cigarette, shaking his head in disbelief. His phone began to buzz in his lap, startling him at the fact he was getting a text so late at night. To his surprise it was none other than the person who had been occupying his thoughts for so long. Clicking on the message, he damn near fainted at what the words said.
Aiji~! I saw what you were doing you naughty boy. I get to punish you now. Fufufu! Come up already, I don't like to be kept waiting. ♥
Oh God, had he found out what he had been doing this entire weekend? Had he found the DVD that he had hidden in his pile of movies? Or had he checked the cameras that Aiji was so sure existed in the apartment to ensure he took care of Moco properly? Regardless Aiji was terrified to meet his roommate. His mind immediately went to the clip that had been replaying in his mind all evening. What was Maya going to do to him! He was going to tie him up and whip him bloody. Or maybe he was going to get him excited and suck him off only to leave right before he came. Or maybe..God, the list was endless and Aiji found himself both horrified and painfully turned on by his options.
With a grimace he snuffed out his cigarette and pocketed his items before he dragged himself up the stairs to his apartment. His mind was a flurry of potential outcomes for what he had just read via text message, all of which involved Maya in a compromising position and him both enjoying and dreading whatever punishment the blonde could dream up of. But what he really wanted to know was how in God's name he had been found out? And so quickly, too! For a while he hesitated outside the door, looking all kinds of nervous as he let himself in with a quiet, “I'm home.” And there Maya sat on the couch, legs crossed and smirking like the cat who caught the mouse.