Be Authentically You, 2/2
non-no: Have you watched it?
A: Disco Bake Shop? (laughs) I’ve seen…some of it.
non-no: Really?
A: You can’t help but be curious though. You kind of get the point after the first 30 seconds, but anyhow, they found a guy who looks pretty close! They colored his hair like mine, but he’s a bit…bulkier, I guess you could say? I liked the bellbottoms! (laughs)
The “Disco Star” character in the adult film wears blue bellbottoms rather than purple and never takes them all the way off. Instead, he has a zippered panel on the front of the bellbottoms that can be removed to expose himself, allowing him to have sex with his partner, who never removes his hat. (editor’s note: the Mr. Bake character played by Ohno-san often wears hats)
non-no: Has Ohno-san watched it?
A: I think he owns a few copies. He says they’re going to be Christmas presents. He’s a funny guy, Ohno-san.
non-no: Does it make you uncomfortable, knowing this is out there?
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He couldn’t tell anyone. God, he couldn’t tell anyone!
Aiba Masaki, the star of the “Be Authentically You” music video, Japan’s newest superstar, Chiba’s biggest celebrity after Funassyi, the man whose hip thrusts had been seen around the world…
He was gay.
“I’ve slept with women before,” Aiba admitted, while they were both in his car driving back to Tokyo from the golf course. “I thought maybe I just hadn’t found the right one, but yeah…that definitely wasn’t it.”
Jun had read interviews before, with some of Aiba’s ex-girlfriends. Tabloid trash, but they’d only had nice things to say about him. It had never been a cover story, simply because there was nothing nasty to print.
“Does anyone know? Are there people out there who might say something?” Jun asked.
“No,” Aiba told him. “No. Because while I know who I am now, I haven’t quite acted on it. There’s no bitter ex out there waiting to rake in the money with a sex tape or anything. So nobody knows. Well, Kazama knows. My mom knows. I don’t think they count. And Shihori, my manager, I told her because I thought she ought to know. So basically, the only ones who know are the only people who won’t tell anybody.” Aiba had tapped his fingers on the steering wheel nervously. “And…well, now you know too.”
“I won’t say a word!” Jun promised.
“I know you won’t. I’m not going to make you sign some non-disclosure agreement. I’m not going to blackmail you or sue you.”
After that, an awkward silence had fallen in Aiba Masaki’s brand new Porsche. TV money really was good. All these months Jun hadn’t felt too bad about jerking off to a celebrity in purple bellbottoms because, statistically speaking, Disco Star was straight and probably got to sleep with models and actresses whenever he wanted. Jun’s adoration had been eternally one-sided, because it wasn’t like he’d ever meet and hang out with the guy either.
Except he was in Aiba’s car, they’d just had breakfast and two hours at the golf course driving range (so Jun could actually swing a club now), and he knew that Aiba was gay.
What the hell did he do now?
By the time Aiba was pulling his car onto a side street a few blocks from Jun’s apartment building, he felt silly. Just because he was gay and Aiba was gay didn’t mean anything. Aiba probably had a type, and boring salaryman with thick eyebrows and a short temper wasn’t it. There’d been too many strokes of good luck already, between using Nino’s connection with Sho-san to meet Aiba and their day at the golf course. The entire day that had just happened, the day they’d spent together, had only happened because Sho-san was on assignment and Jun had lied to his boss about a dentist appointment. It was foolish to think that…
“So do you want to go out sometime?” Aiba asked, speaking for the first time in half an hour and putting his car in park.
Jun turned, knowing his jaw had dropped like some cheesy actor in a TV drama. “Huh?”
“Well it’s not like I can use a dating app,” Aiba teased. “I get why you’d be uncomfortable being my friend, but I do want to see you again. I already said I wanted to get to know you. All I’ve done today is complain, and you put up with me. Please, Jun-kun, let me take you out. You already said that you like me, so let’s see what happens.”
“On…on a date?”
“Well, obviously.”
“You and me?”
“Yes.”
“You and me on a date?”
Aiba was laughing at him now. “Yes! Has nobody ever asked you out before?”
Jun couldn’t meet his eyes. “Nobody famous has ever asked me out before.”
Aiba moved closer, resting his hand on the back of Jun’s seat. “Then let me be the first. You know, you’re really cute when you’re embarrassed. But you don’t have to be embarrassed around me, okay?”
Jun nodded. “I can’t make any promises. But I will try to control myself.”
“We’ll have fun, okay? No pressure!”
Jun wondered if such a thing was possible.
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A: Not really. Kazama’s lawyers wanted him to sue, but it’s only been good for business. Though I do expect that Morinaga-san (editor’s note: Morinaga manufactures Mr. Bake) will win their lawsuit.
non-no: So knowing there’s an AV of a person who looks like you out there, a gay AV, it really doesn’t bother you?
A: Honestly, no. Because it’s not actually me. It’s the character. It’s not Aiba Masaki. It’s Disco Star.
non-no: What does Mrs. Disco Star think about this?
A: (laughs) There isn’t a Mrs. Disco Star.
non-no: Not yet?
A: No, not yet.
non-no: Our readers are curious. Is Aiba Masaki on the market? Is Aiba Masaki single and looking for love?
A: Aiba Masaki is not. And that’s all I’ll say. (laughs)
Aiba-san, despite his fame, has been extremely protective of his personal life. Though his parents’ restaurant has seen growing business, not much else is known about Aiba-san behind the bellbottoms. He’d prefer to keep it that way.
A: Really, I’m just a guy in that costume. There’s nothing about me that’s too interesting, in the end. I’m just an average guy.
-
It took three weeks before their schedules managed to match up again, but in the meantime, he and Aiba had started a lengthy email correspondence in lieu of being able to meet in person. Since he’d become famous, Aiba had endured hundreds of magazine interviews asking him the same things over and over. He forwarded on an email that was a list of “Twenty Facts You Didn’t Know About Disco Star Aiba Masaki!” from some women’s magazine, requesting that Jun fill out his own list and send it on so they could get to know each other better.
Jun had stalled around fact number seven, not sure he had anything really interesting to pass along, but Aiba’s openness, his kindness, made it difficult for him to not want to play along. He typed out his favorite bands, favorite foods, and pet peeves. They shared a few interests - baseball and surfing. Cooking, too, though both admitted that they preferred cooking for other people. “We should cook for each other sometime. Like, each make something the other likes!” Aiba’s enthusiasm helped ease Jun’s nervousness. Well, slightly. He wasn’t going to be eating all the brownies in existence in Aiba’s presence, at least.
He learned through emails with Aiba that he could be a little absent-minded. “Your email accidentally went to my spam filter again and I deleted, could you resend?” He learned that Aiba preferred spontaneity to rigid plans, which became all too apparent when their first official date suddenly turned into something different, a mere hour before Jun left the house. “Can Oh-chan come? Maybe the paparazzi will be less suspicious if there’s three of us.” When he asked why, hoping he hadn’t come across as rude, Aiba had apologetically noted that Ohno-san had an exhibition coming up in China and this would be their last chance in a while to meet up.
“You could bring a friend too,” Aiba had generously offered, not quite getting the point about why Jun was pissed off about it. He’d spent three long weeks waiting for this. Three long weeks of late work nights and Nino poking his nose around, trying to figure out why Jun was behaving differently, was spending all his breaks typing emails instead of sneaking yet another glimpse of the “Be Authentically You” video. Now all of a sudden his first real date in almost a year had turned into a going away party for the guy in the Mr. Bake adverts.
Jun found himself entering some fancy bar in Ginza on a Friday night, Aiba greeting him with a rather friendly hug before escorting him to a private room in the back where “Oh-chan” was already waiting. Ohno Satoshi, the famous Japanese artist who’d been in some failed boy band that had broken up when one of them had gotten caught with drugs. And of course he was Aiba’s “partner” in that silly porn. Ohno-san gave Jun a quick once over before nodding in greeting. Unlike his lookalike adult performer, in person Ohno Satoshi was smaller, a little older, dressed down for the occasion in a baseball cap, plaid button-down, and jeans with rips in the knees that Jun didn’t think were meant as a fashion statement. He was also red in the face, had probably been here drinking for a while.
“Yo.”
Another famous friend for Jun.
“I think Josei Seven-san was waiting outside. I think they know we’re both here,” Aiba explained as a waitress took Jun’s drink order. “Did you see any flashes when you came in?”
Jun shook his head. “No.”
“Good, good. We don’t need them prying into your life,” Aiba decided, sitting between the two of them. He made more formal introductions, although Jun was quick to notice that Aiba had only introduced him to Ohno as his friend. It seemed Ohno-san wasn’t aware of what was going on. Though Jun had wanted to spend the evening with Aiba, and only Aiba, Ohno wasn’t the worst companion. He spoke little and laughed a bit late when Aiba told jokes or related odd stories from his variety show sets, but just like his friend, he didn’t look down on Jun for being some non-famous worker bee nobody.
It took an hour before Ohno got curious. “So how did the two of you meet?”
Jun went silent. God, he had a DVD at home of this man’s lookalike getting fucked in the ass by an Aiba lookalike. It was getting increasingly difficult to look him in the face, even though his small pouty mouth and tired eyes didn’t really match up with his AV counterpart. Aiba took a sip from his beer, and Jun expected him to lie. After all, their date had suddenly become this non-date because Aiba had been so worried about the paparazzi following him.
“Jun’s my fan!” Aiba said almost proudly, clinking their glasses together.
“A fan? Really?” Ohno asked, his face perking up a bit.
“Well, he was at first,” Aiba butted in before Jun could say anything. “It’s different now.”
Ohno didn’t seem bothered by the vague reply. “I had this fan, when I was younger. This was just after we debuted, and she broke into my parents’ house and stole some underwear. But she took my dad’s by mistake so that was kind of funny.”
Aiba and Jun stared at him.
“I’m sure it’s different for you though.”
Jun, sick of the fan talk, asked instead about Ohno’s art exhibition. Sadly, it turned into an Aiba and Ohno conversation about the unique problems they faced, the two of them bonding further as the waitress brought more beers around. As the minutes ticked away, Jun felt out of place, hearing the two famous people complain about added security, about being mobbed at the airport.
Though it had been easy to talk to Aiba over email, getting to enjoy his attentions one on one, he felt like an outsider again. He felt like he was no better than the deluded woman who’d stolen Ohno’s dad’s underwear. He saw the ease with which Aiba and Ohno chatted. He felt, in those moments, that no matter how many emails he and Aiba exchanged, no matter how many hobbies or interests they shared, there’d always be this wall that would be impossible to scale. There’d always be that celebrity/fan divide.
His drinking wasn’t helping in the self-esteem department either. He’d been so nervous all day that he hadn’t eaten, and he was on beer number five (plus a tequila shot that Ohno had ordered for him). He felt miserable, and when Ohno excused himself to use the bathroom, Aiba finally noticed. He rested a hand on Jun’s thigh, a bit close given their current holding pattern of a date night. Maybe Aiba was aiming for damage control.
“Oh no, I’ve screwed this up, haven’t I?” Aiba asked, looking forlorn.
Until now, Jun had been accommodating. Jun had been humble and he’d been understanding. But one of the things he’d confessed in his own “Twenty Facts You Didn’t Know About Average Guy Matsumoto Jun” list was his childish tendency to pout when things didn’t go as he planned. And tonight was the epitome of things not going as he planned.
“Yes, you’ve screwed this up,” Jun said bluntly. When Aiba took his hand away, embarrassed, Jun only pressed on. “You’re the one who asked me out, but I’m the third wheel tonight.”
“You’re right,” Aiba admitted, his head hanging low. “I’m sorry. I thought since everything’s so new with us that you might feel more comfortable if it was a relaxed setting. If having another person around would make you feel less pressured around me. I can see now the opposite is true…”
“Aiba-san,” Jun said. “You don’t make a date with someone and then suddenly invite someone else to join you an hour before.”
“I know. God, I know, but I thought…”
“And it doesn’t help that the someone else you invited is the person from your adult video.”
Aiba smiled, despite himself. “Wait. Wait, just a minute.”
Jun shut his eyes. “I have a copy. Of Disco Bake Shop. So it’s a bit difficult, you know, to sit here with the two of you and keep a straight face.”
“Oh wow.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh wow wow wow.”
Jun opened one eye, just a sliver, to see a mischievous look on Aiba’s face. “What?”
“I thought you were cute when you were embarrassed, Jun-kun, but you’re even cuter when you’re jealous.”
He opened both eyes, blushing both from Aiba’s comment and from what he’d just freely admitted to him. “You don’t think it’s creepy I own that video? That I’ve watched that video?”
“I prefer the porn I watch to be more about the sex than about the costumes.” Aiba giggled. “It’s a funny one, though, I have to say. The actor playing me really committed to the choreography. But separate from that, Jun, separately from that I should apologize to you. I should apologize for inviting Oh-chan. I should apologize for making you sit here and listen to us whine when tonight should have been about me and you. Just me and you. I’m sorry. I tried to kill two birds with one stone on this. I tried to use time with Oh-chan as a way to keep the photographers from wondering who you are to me. I thought I was protecting you, and I was just pushing you away.”
It felt good, hearing Aiba admit that the night had not met Jun’s expectations. Coupled with Aiba’s non-reaction to Jun’s ownership of Disco Bake Shop, he felt that he could be bold. It had been a long three weeks. “If you’re that sorry, then you could make it up to me.”
Aiba had been drinking just as much that evening as Jun had, and the lazy, intrigued smile that crossed his face in that moment let Jun know that things might still be salvaged. “What did you have in mind?” Aiba asked. “Oh-chan sure is taking his time in the bathroom…”
“I don’t care if we have to take separate taxis or if we have to keep switching taxis, but come home with me. You said tonight was supposed to be just you and me. Then prove it.”
Aiba leaned forward, scooting along the cushion of the booth in their private room. Ohno might come back at any moment, but Aiba didn’t seem to mind as he slipped his arm around Jun’s shoulder. He was warm, just as warm as he’d been under the NTV studio lights. He smelled like the beers they’d been downing, and somewhere under that, a warm, musky cologne. Aiba’s breath was hot against Jun’s ear.
“That sounds like fun.”
He just had to turn his head and they could kiss, but bold as Jun had been in the last few moments, he didn’t exactly want that to happen here, when Ohno or a waitress could walk in and see. Aiba was so careful about his image, and even more than that, he cared what people might think of Jun. And Jun wanted to respect that.
“When Ohno-san comes back, I’ll leave first. I’ll text you my address. My building doesn’t exactly have rigid security measures in place…”
“No. No, you’re right, your place is better,” Aiba said, and he bit down on his lip to keep from reacting when Aiba tickled his fingers down the inside of Jun’s arm. Aiba liked to touch, he had from the day they’d met, and Jun really liked that. He was real, so much more real than in that goofy video. “There’s almost always photographers around my building this time of night.”
He felt the faintest brush of Aiba’s lips against the shell of his ear, and then he was back in his own established space in the booth, the door to the private room opening. Ohno came back in, his face showing no hints of knowing what had just been negotiated. Feeling nervous from head to toe, Jun made some awkward apologies, slipping money for his drinks onto the table and saying goodbye to Ohno and Aiba. As he headed for the door, he thought that Aiba was trying to wink at him, but maybe he was just twitching. It looked more like an unconscious twitch anyhow.
Now he just had to get home. And make sure he didn’t have any of his Disco Star merchandise lying around the apartment.
-
non-no: Can you tell us about the future? Whether it’s the future for Disco Star Pachinko or for Aiba Masaki?
A: Sure! This fall I’ve been given the privilege to appear on a new chat program with Matsuko Deluxe-san. It’s a panel show, very focused on the personalities emerging online. Especially in our culture, we’re still very TV dominant, so it’s a way to merge the online world with the Japanese variety world. I’m very excited to take part. It will be airing on NTV come October.
non-no: Do you think Mr. Bake will be invited to participate?
A: I would love to work with him, but we’ll see. I’m sure Matsuko-san would get a kick out of it, having us both on the program. I bet the Disco Bake Shop jokes would never end. But basically it’s my job to introduce new talents and to follow up on those who have fallen off the radar and why.
non-no: Will you be wearing the Disco Star costume on the air?
A: Gosh, I hope not! Those bellbottoms are polyester, you know! That would get so hot under the lights!
non-no: Did you ever imagine that appearing in that video would land you a permanent place on television?
A: No! Never!
-
Jun had never been opposed to the idea of taking someone home on a first date. He’d been on plenty of first non-dates in his life, quick hook-ups and one night stands. And with things that had turned into more permanent situations, into actual relationships, having sex right away hadn’t been a big deal. Jun went with his gut feeling when it came to getting physical. If there was a mutual attraction, why wait? If their chemistry was potent, why wait? He had to hide so much of himself, day in, day out, that when it came to sex he usually figured it was best to get a first fuck over with to determine if it was worth moving forward. Why get a month or two into a relationship and then be distressed over sexual incompatibility?
But with Aiba…with Aiba he wasn’t sure what felt right.
Because Jun knew that Aiba was still coming to terms with his sexuality and at the worst possible time, when he was under the most public scrutiny. Aiba wasn’t a virgin, but from their conversations so far and their lengthy email chains, Aiba had hinted that he had zero real life experience with men. He had confessed in one of their emails to having drunkenly kissed his friend, Kazama the pachinko guy, but that it hadn’t meant anything or gone anywhere since Kazama was straight.
So the last thing Jun wanted to do was rush him. But that was difficult to reconcile with each new text message that hit his phone. He’d been home for half an hour, had showered and sobered up, had done a bit of tidying and had even put fresh sheets on his bed (just in case, he told himself, just in case) and Aiba kept sending him messages.
“Taking a cab to Shinjuku first. Somebody is tailing me.”
“I have a hat and sunglasses on and it’s 11 PM, maybe that’s why I’m easy to spot. I put them in a trash can!!!!”
“In another cab. Can’t wait to see you!”
“What r u wearing?????? I hope it’s NOTHING!!!!”
“Made a quick stop. I swear I’m on my way!!!!”
“Stuck in traffic!! Should have kissed you at the bar!!!!!!!”
Jun had nearly dropped his phone at the last one, grinning from ear to ear. Maybe he didn’t have to worry about Aiba’s comfort level after all. Maybe he’d actually get to experience those “Be Authentically You” hip thrusts earlier than anticipated.
It was 11:47 PM when his phone finally rang. “I’m outside!” Aiba half-whispered, half-giggled into his phone. “Yo, I’m outside, let me in! Hurry!”
He buzzed Aiba in, spending the next few seconds pacing his living room until there was a knock at the door. When he looked through the peephole, he thought he was dreaming. Had he ridden in a taxi looking like this?
“You should probably open the door,” Aiba said quietly. “I don’t need anyone to see me like this.”
So Jun hurriedly let Aiba inside, locking the door after him as Aiba slipped right into the pair of guest slippers Jun had left for him, dropping a backpack in the genkan. The slippers ended up looking rather strange on him because it appeared that at some point between leaving the bar in Ginza and arriving at Jun’s apartment, Aiba had changed into the outfit he’d worn in the “Be Authentically You” video. The real, honest to goodness Disco Star outfit.
On top was a long-sleeved, button-down monstrosity of color with pink fringe on the back and sleeves. On his bottom half, Aiba wore his now iconic purple bellbottoms, a studded white belt at his narrow waist. He greeted Jun by putting his hands behind his head, elbows out in a standard Disco Star pose.
“I keep this outfit at home, so I went and changed.”
Jun stared at him.
Aiba looked down at himself, poking at the sequined stripe that went down the side of his purple pants. “Since you said you had the porno movie and all, I thought you might like an opportunity to see the real thing.”
Jun bit his lip to keep from laughing, reaching out a hand to poke gently at the hideous fringe on Aiba’s sleeve. “You went all the way home for this before coming here?”
“It’s too much, huh?” Aiba laughed.
“It’s…” Jun covered his mouth, unable to keep from laughing. “You don’t do anything half-assed, do you, Aiba-san?”
Aiba struck another of his poses, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to reveal some rock hard abs. His AV counterpart definitely didn’t look this good. “What do you think?”
Jun laughed again, shaking his head. “You don’t want to know how many times I’ve imagined this. Like, in the fantasy sense, you know? You showing up here. I’ve watched the video so many…” He had a difficult time meeting Aiba’s eyes, his gaze drifting lower to his middle, to how tightly the purple bellbottoms clung to his thighs, to his ass. “…so, so, so many times.”
“I know! Thank you for your many YouTube views.”
“In person, it’s…” Jun trailed off, flicking at the fringe on Aiba’s left sleeve. “It’s…a lot to take in.”
Aiba finally rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t planning to wear it for much longer. I figured after how badly I screwed things up earlier, I wanted to see you smile.”
“Mission accomplished, I’d say.”
Aiba leaned close and Jun felt the tickle of fringe against his arm. “If this is heading where I think it is, I’m afraid that the pants have to come all the way off. The adult video industry has done some remarkable things with the costume, but since this is an original…”
“It breaks my heart,” Jun teased. “Truly.”
Aiba traced along Jun’s jaw with his finger, licking his lips in a way that sent a pleasurable shiver down Jun’s spine. “How long are we going to stand here, huh?”
He wanted to take it slow, to savor the opportunity that was standing in his apartment, the fulfillment of months and months of fantasizing. But that soon became impossible when he discovered how much Aiba Masaki liked to kiss. For someone who had no experience kissing men, Aiba didn’t seem hesitant or nervous. Maybe his silly costume gave him courage. Or maybe, Jun thought hopefully, Aiba liked him so much that he wanted this as badly as he did.
Aiba wasn’t shy about going after what he wanted, giving Jun a little push until his back thumped against the living room wall. While his fantasy in the flesh kissed along his jaw, nipping a little roughly, Jun showed his appreciation by teasing his fingers along Aiba’s belt and later slipping his hands behind him to squeeze his ass.
“I like kissing you,” Aiba admitted, teasing along the shell of Jun’s ear with his tongue before returning to Jun’s mouth, making gentle, appreciative noises of pleasure as Jun kept up his assault. He slid his hand under Aiba’s shirt, finding his skin as firm and hot as the rest of him.
Before too long things grew more hasty, sloppier, Aiba struggling to find the heat of Jun’s mouth and settling instead for kisses at the corner of his mouth, on his chin, his cheeks. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want from me,” Aiba was saying, his voice low and raspy, the both of them letting out groans of anticipation when Jun pulled Aiba closer against him, feeling the hard length of him through those skin-tight pants.
“I want…” Jun muttered, turning his face aside, his heart pounding. He couldn’t help but be truthful. “I want to do everything with you.”
“Sounds fun.” Aiba sucked a bit teasingly on the side of Jun’s neck. “But time consuming.”
He found himself tugging on Aiba’s belt, unbuckling it and slipping it hastily through the purple loops. “You’ve never been with a guy, right? There’s so much to try…”
“That’s true,” Aiba admitted, his own fingers fumbling for the buttons of his shirt. Were they even going to make it out of the hall? “Let me ask you something then…”
“What?”
Aiba stopped Jun’s hands, squeezing them. It forced Jun to look up, meet his heavy-lidded, lustful eyes. “Jun-kun, I want to be with you. But who do you really want tonight? Disco Star or Aiba Masaki? I’m not…” He bit his lip when Jun unapologetically bucked his hips against him. “I’m not going to be disappointed with either answer, by the way. Either way I get you. But I want to do what will make you happiest.”
Jun tried to focus on breathing, though it was coming in heavy gulps. He dragged his thumb across Aiba’s swollen lips, smiling. “You’re the one who showed up at my door in costume.”
“Ahhh, you’re right.”
Jun had an idea, shutting him up for the moment with a long, slow kiss, his hand twisting back into the brown strands of Aiba’s hair. “What if I wanted both?” he said when he finally broke away from him again. “The fantasy and reality?”
Aiba chuckled quietly, scrunching up his nose a bit. “Ambitious.”
Jun leaned forward, resting a hand on Aiba’s shoulder to whisper in his ear. Turned on as he was, he thought it was best he expressed his wishes quietly. “Not so ambitious,” he said, shutting his eyes as a rather impatient Disco Star retaliated with a few thrusts of his hips against Jun’s thigh. “It’s not so ambitious if you suck me off in the costume and then fuck me without it. Disco Star, then Aiba Masaki.”
“Ohhhh,” Aiba moaned gently, seeming to like Jun’s idea very much.
“Although if you’ve never sucked cock before and you’d rather see a demonstration first…”
They barely made it to Jun’s bedroom, Aiba taking him by the hand and dragging him along. “Demonstration,” Aiba was giggling. “Definitely need a demonstration.”
Aiba kicked off the guest slippers and to Jun’s dismay, got himself out of the purple bellbottoms, tossing them in a corner. He’d worn a pair of tight green trunks underneath, a line of white stars along the waistband. Jun stepped forward, cupping Aiba’s wonderfully hard cock through the thin material. “These have to go too.”
“Bossy!” Aiba teased him.
Jun tugged them down for him, then sat Aiba down at the edge of his bed. He knelt between Aiba’s spread legs, looking up into his eyes. “You look so funny with just the shirt on, you know.”
Aiba obediently lifted his hands behind his head, jutting out his elbows yet again. “I’m still an authentic Disco Star, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” Jun said. “Believe me.”
Believe me, Jun wanted to say, I’ve imagined doing this to you hundreds of times.
But somehow reality managed to top fantasy as soon as he started to stroke his fingers along the inside of Aiba’s thighs, gently stroking his erection a few times. Aiba was already shuddering a little, his breathing shallow and a bit nervous, so Jun would have to take it easy. For a “demonstration”, Jun still took it quite seriously, showing Aiba just how badly he’d dreamed of this moment, humming quietly as he circled the head of Aiba’s cock with his tongue.
Aiba allowed the demonstration to continue for a few minutes, letting out sighs and gasps that made Jun desperate to multitask, to take his own cock in hand. But soon enough Aiba was resting a hand on the back of his neck. “I think…I think I can do it,” he shuddered. “I’ll do my best.”
Soon enough their positions were reversed and he was the one seated on the bed, his jeans and trunks forgotten in the corner of the room as Aiba’s Disco Star persona took charge. There was no hesitation, only the same confident smile from the music video, the sexy twinkle in his eyes. The pink fringe from Aiba’s sleeves tickled Jun’s thighs, making him jerk a little once Aiba was sliding his tongue experimentally up and down the length of him. It made Aiba laugh, spurring him on, encouraging him all the more.
Aiba reached out his hand, guiding Jun’s to the top of his head, encouraging him to take hold of him by the hair. “Isn’t that in the video? Isn’t it in the video at some point, Jun-kun?”
Yes, there was a point in Disco Bake Shop like this, although it was the Disco Star getting a blow job, his fingers tugging hard on Mr. Bake’s hair. But Jun appreciated Aiba’s commitment to fulfilling his dual wishes, for being willing to be both himself and the Disco Star. For someone who’d never sucked cock in his life, Aiba was a quick study. Rational thought was soon lost, one of Jun’s hands clutching his bedsheets while the other tightened in Aiba’s hair.
He tried to offer a warning, tried to gesture for the box of tissue he’d brought in and left on his nightstand, but he just heard Aiba’s throaty chuckle, heard him take a breath, and soon enough Jun’s cock had to be tickling the back of Aiba’s throat. The heat of Aiba’s mouth, the tease of Aiba’s fingers against his balls, the swift bob of Aiba’s head between his thighs and he couldn’t stop. He groaned, his head falling back, body quaking as Aiba kept right on sucking him through his euphoria.
He finally managed to look down, seeing Aiba’s arm wrap around his leg and his cheek rest against his knee. “Did I do okay?”
“You…you…” Jun smiled, patting him on the head. He was desperately searching for language, for the words he knew were in his head but he was having trouble finding them. “You’re…all good. Everything…good.”
Aiba made a funny face, his fingers stroking Jun’s calf absent-mindedly. “It’s not what I expected it to uh…taste like. No offense to you.”
“I tried to give you an out,” Jun managed to say, amused by Aiba’s honesty.
“Thank you. I did appreciate that. I just figured, well…” It seemed like the Disco Star had left the building, none of Aiba’s bravado remaining.
“We can stop. Or I can…if you want me to finish you off instead of…”
Aiba thumped his chin against his knee. “No way. No way, I’ve wanted this since you tried to hide that empty brownie plate. I want you, and it’s happening. It’s happening tonight! We’re totally going to fuck!”
Jun could only laugh, falling onto his back and barely able to keep it together. The brownies. The stupid fucking brownies at NTV. Aiba had been attracted to him even then? When Jun could barely speak? “I can’t believe any of this is real.”
Slowly, Aiba got to his feet, unbuttoning his bright shirt to show off his muscled body once again. “Oh, it’s real. And it’s going to be great. But first…” Aiba looked at him with an embarrassed grin. “You got any mouthwash?”
Jun was soon laughing his way through several minty fresh kisses, wondering how on earth he could have been sitting in that bar hours earlier feeling sorry for himself, feeling like he and Aiba were simply not going to work. That things were simply not going to happen. Because things were happening, and from Aiba’s smiles, from his honesty, from the looks Aiba had been giving him since he’d arrived in that crazy costume, Jun had a feeling tonight wasn’t going to be an isolated incident.
He was grateful he’d put down clean sheets and put a box of condoms in his drawer, and he was also grateful for another incident of Aiba honesty, when he came clean and admitted to Jun that one of his ex-girlfriends had really, really, really loved anal sex. “This part,” Aiba told him, holding the bottle of lube Jun had provided in his hand like a microphone. “This part I’m really good at.”
He wasn’t lying either, and a short while later Jun was begging for more, for more and more, eyes shut tight and body needy as Aiba drove into him again and again. “Should I sing?” Aiba was nearly growling in his ear, each careful, slow thrust leaving Jun seeing stars. “Should I sing the song while I fuck you, Jun?”
“God, no,” he protested. “Don’t you dare.”
Aiba’s breathy laugh tickled his ear, and he thankfully turned his attentions more fully to the task at hand. Jun gave up on being shy, though, since Aiba had done so much all for his sake. He wanted him, no, he needed him to know just how it felt to have all his fantasies suddenly come true.
“Fuck me,” he demanded. Aiba nearly slipped out of him, pressing a sloppy kiss to Jun’s cheek. Jun just bit back a groan of his own, clinging to Aiba’s shoulders. “Fuck me, Masaki. Fuck me, you’re so good, fuck me.”
“No fair,” Aiba was gasping, his movements becoming more erratic. He had to know that Jun wanted him in that moment, that he wanted Aiba Masaki, the person, not the flashy celebrity. He had to know how badly Jun wanted him. “Oh wow, no fair. Ohhhh damn it!”
He laughed, and Aiba did too, letting out a sigh of oddly pleased frustration as his movements slowed and he pressed a kiss to the corner of Jun’s mouth.
“You sound so hot when you beg, you jerk,” Aiba mumbled against Jun’s neck, sighing. “I’m sorry. I’ll be better next time. Be patient with me.”
Jun stroked his fingers through Aiba’s hair, remembering that he’d brought a backpack with him for the night. Maybe next time wouldn’t be so far off.
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non-no: You’ve been making guest appearances for months now, even though there’s just the one video of you out there. And now you’ll be a regular fixture on a program. Do you wonder when the Disco Star phenomenon will fade away?
A: I’m just enjoying the ride while it lasts. I’ve been very lucky, very fortunate, but if the world gets tired of me, I’ll be happy to see myself out. After all, my mom says I’m always welcome back at the restaurant. It’s good to have a backup plan.
Flash in the pan or a talento with lasting power, the future remains uncertain for almost any celebrity these days. Psy’s Gangnam Style shook the world, but now that same world has moved on. With a good head on his shoulders and the admiration of millions, we expect Aiba Masaki to go far. But how far is really up to us.
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Nino was leaning heavily against his shoulder, noisily munching on some corn snacks he’d stolen from a vacationing colleague’s stash in the break room. “Is this show really just them watching YouTube clips for an hour every week?”
Jun had his phone on the break room table, was watching streaming video of the latest episode of Web Wonders! The Online Stars Who Will Change the World. “Nah, Disco Star goes on location to talk with some of the current online stars.”
“Huh,” Nino said in reply, falling silent as the two of them listened to Matsuko Deluxe complain noisily in the studio about some video they’d just watched starring a cute Shiba Inu who could ride a skateboard.
Eventually Nino broke his silence.
“You still like him, Disco Star-sama?”
“Sure.”
“They say he’s got a new girlfriend. I saw it on a message board.”
“Good for him,” Jun said, as Matsuko continued to bitch about the skateboarding dog.
Nino poked him in the shoulder with his finger. “You met him, but you must have missed your chance. Guess he likes girls, huh?”
“If you say so,” Jun replied, not rising to Nino’s bait. “He was nice, though.” Jun’s phone eventually pinged with a new email. “Will you excuse me?”
He left the break room, finally allowing himself a smile when he saw the email that had just come through from “DS AM,” a new email account Aiba had set up so they could trade messages more privately.
“Can’t wait to see you!! Five hours and counting!!!”
He typed quickly, his face warm and his heart full. “Bellbottoms tonight?”
The reply was almost instantaneous. “You got it! Whatever makes you happy.”
For the longest time, Jun had hidden his true self. And in most situations, he still had to. But at least now there was one person who understood.
For the longest time, Jun believed that Disco Star wouldn’t let him down. Jun believed that Disco Star didn’t care that he worked in a boring, thankless office job. Jun believed that Disco Star was loud and proud and brighter than a float at a Pride parade.
All those things were true. But he’d found something better. He’d found Aiba Masaki, who didn’t let him down, didn’t care about his lack of fame, and had a smile that was brighter and kinder than any other ones he’d seen. Jun could be impatient, demanding, obsessive, but Aiba forgave him all of that.
For the longest time, Jun had hidden his true self. But around Aiba Masaki, at least, he didn’t have to hide. He could be authentically himself.
Even if that authentic self still had a weird fetish for his boyfriend’s tight purple bellbottoms.