[fic?] THE ADVENTURES OF THIGH AND CORSET - Uruha/Aoi - 3 oneshots
Title: THE ADVENTURES OF THIGH AND CORSET
Chapters: 3 separate oneshots
Author: my bfffl who wishes to remain anonymous but gave me permission to post these :>
Genre: CRACK. & therefore humor I suppose.
Warnings: CRACK.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe I guess lol.
Pairings/Characters: Uruha/Aoi
Synopsis: 3 separate oneshots that don't really have anything to do with each other...
Comments: Read the warning, this is very, very crack. Also, my friend (the author) knows virtually nothing about the gazette, and is not even a fan of yaoi. SO you can imagine what level of utter crack you are in for. (Why she wrote these for me is a long long multipart story which I will not diverge into). By the way you are going to need this:
Aoi = Corset
Uruha = Thigh
Reita = Noseband
Ruki = Singer
Kai = Drummer
"The Gazette" = "The Closets"
*explanations will be vaguely provided at the end. . .
Note: These are in the order that she wrote them in, and do not follow a time line, or meant to be connected in any way.
--------------------- Story 1 ----------------------
“Help me stick it in!” Corset gasped, his voice strained. Thigh reached over and gently helped him stick it in. They sighed in unison. Thigh was pleased, and Corset was in ecstasy.
“Thanks. You know how hard it gets!” Corset said when the deed was done, looking up at Thigh, and slowly moving his gaze downwards, finally landing on his sexy thighs. He hugged his guitar case, which finally held his guitar, after so many struggles with putting the instrument into its case.
“Yeah, I know. I have to help you every single time!” Thigh smirked, and, noticing what Corset was looking at, stuck his leg on a chair and hiked up his pants (can you even call those pants?) even higher.
Corset could feel his crotch tighten in his pants looking at that milky, smoov skin, and he blushed, moving his eyes reluctantly to the ground. “S-stop it! Cover it up!” He squeaked, using his hands to cover his eyes. (Secretly peeking through the cracks to look at the thigh o baby)
“Never!” Thigh could only grin at how cute his uke was. He smirked like a creeper and made his move in a single swoop, pushing Corset’s hard chest so his back was against the wall. Thigh leaned over the shorter gay guy, and pressed his own hard barreh against Corset. He grabbed Corset’s hands away from his face, and held them against the wall.
Corset felt cornered, and he felt so unprotected with his hands gone. He looked up at Thigh, biting his lip and shivering at the various pleasant emotions he was feeling. Thigh’s expression became gentler, and he loosened his grip on Corset’s hands, still not completely letting them go. He stared at Corset’s big, dark eyes, and his juicy, plump lips, and couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
He went in for the kill, pressing his lips firmly against his gay lover’s. He could feel Corset’s face tense against his, but after staying in the same position for a while, his lips became more relaxed. Thigh moved his tongue across Corset’s upper lip, and he smiled when he realized that Corset was smiling too.
Thigh’s hands traveled down to cup Corset’s face gently, and Corset, hands finally freed, started feeling up Thigh’s slim chest.
Their kiss became fiercer, and they pressed their mouths together like they were addicted to each other, barely getting enough air. Their bodies grinded and their hands freely explored each other’s bodies, until Corset let out a quiet moan.
“I… j-jizzed, in, my pants…” He managed to gasp out, while at the same time Drummer walked in. He looked at the scene before him, and looked quickly away, embarrassed to have seen what he had just seen.
“Good GOD, guys. My eyes. They cannot unsee what has just been seen.” Drummers hands rose in the air as he backed up, inching his way out of the room. Corset pulled his hands away from stroking Thigh’s thighs, and Thigh pulled his hands out of Corset’s shirt, where he had been feeling up the smoov, firm muscles. They both blushed, and looked at each other sheepishly when Drummer stumbled out of the room in a disorientated state.
They stared at each other, until Corset broke the gaze and stared at the ground, cheeks burning. Thigh grinned at the shorter gay guy. “Shall we…. continue this in my room, or yours?”
Corset hid his face behind his hands again, the after-feel of Thigh’s smoov thighs still on his fingers. “M-mine?”
Just then, Drummer barged back in. “Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. What do you want for dinner? I’m just about to start cooking.”
Thigh answered, “Chicken teriyaki please.” He turned to Corset, and whispered slyly in his ear, “But I want you for desert.”
Corset fainted. And Thigh caught him. Princess style.
They lived happily ever after. And had lots of (protected) Gay Sex.
THE END.
--------------------- Story 2 ----------------------
The alarm was insistently ringing, causing him to groan and smack it repeatedly. He stared at the time through a slit in his eyes, and cried, “Shiiiit!” He was so, so late. Corset jumped out of bed, quickly brushed his hair in the mirror, washed up, and made his way out of the door, grabbing his guitar on the way.
A few minutes and subway stops later, he arrived at his destination. Corset breathed in deeply as he pushed open the door. Various guitar strumming filled his ears, and he felt more at ease before he realized that all of these guitarists were his opponents.
Corset shimmied his corset up, and settling down in a corner, pulled out his guitar. As soon as his fingers started moving across the frets, his mouth curved into a small smile. This was where he belonged. Soon he was lost in his favorite world, the world of music and melodies. He closed his eyes, and kept playing, as the world around him kept moving at a quick pace but somehow he had started going in slow motion.
He played and played, until some fingers lightly tapping on his shoulder dragged him out of his reveries. A deep, vibrato voice took him out of his bass drumming, and he opened his eyes to look right at the smoothest, silkiest, sexiest thigh skin he had ever seen in his entire life.
He fell right then and there deeply in love with this thigh, and made a serious and passionate vow in his mind to become friends (with benefits) with the owner of this sexy thigh. His eyes slowly traveled upwards, and he savored what he saw.
In addition to having the sexiest legs in the universe, the person also had a ridiculously attractive face. Milky smoov face, framed by long fringes of honey blond. Big, dark eyes closed slightly, and Corset noticed the attractive long lashes around them. The beautiful stranger repeated, “I think it’s your turn.”
Corset, having momentarily lost his voice, could only nod. He saw that he was the only one of the many guitarists who had come to audition left in the room. Thigh grabbed his hand, and Corset, standing up and grabbing his guitar, was led into a private room, on a stage.
His hands were clammy, but the taller, very attractive person gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, gave him a wink, and jumped off the small stage, making his way to one of the seats behind a table directly in front of the stage.
Three other people were already seated behind the table. One had a noseband, one had the obvious looks of a lead singer, and one was fat old guy in a fancy suit. Noseband was leaning back, with a look of boredom totally covering his face, the lead singer was leaning towards the stage, seemingly very concerned with the outcomes of the day, and the Manager was stuffing his face with peanuts.
Corset could feel the gaps in between his fingers where Thigh’s had been, and he felt a wave of loneliness almost crash over him until he caught the eye of Thigh, now seated, smiling up at him with a look of utmost confidence and giving him a thumbs up.
His tense shoulders relaxed, and he did a few warm up strums. The Singer leaned forward, and told him to play a song. He could do that. The guitar in his arms fit right into place as he swung his ‘ips to the beat. Magic was working at his fingers, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the delighted looks on Singer and Manager’s face. Even the disinterested Noseband had a slight nod going on.
Thigh’s face was lit up in a smirk, and Corset, feeling his face burn up, looked at the ground in embarrassment. Thigh remarked, “So I think we will all agree that this guitarist is the best one that we’ve heard by far. We’re keeping her, right?”
Corset was just about to question what he just said (HER?!), but was swiftly interrupted by a very enthusiastic leader singer.
Singer nodded vigorously. “Hellllll yes!”, he yelled, working those impressive vocal chords of his. Noseband let out a small grin and nodded. Manager too agreed with this agree immediately, but raised a hand, “But first, we have to ask him these protocol questions.”
The questions ended up being ones like, “How long have you been playing guitar?”, “How much time each week can you dedicate to practices?”, and “On a scale of 1-10, how comfortable would you say you are with playing in front of large crowds?”
Corset was able to answer these satisfactorily, apparently, because by the end of it, they gave him the okay. He was now officially part of the band, “The Closets”. When he jumped off the stage, guitar slung snugly over his back, Singer threw an arm around him, and said, “Congratulations, you’re in! Now don’t let us down please. But your playing is very freaking AWESOME. By the way, my name is Singer. And that’s Noseband, he does very good grunts. That there is Thigh, but I saw that you’ve already met.”
“I-I’m Corset. Please take care of me.” He bowed awkwardly, and smiled happily at his new teammates. The manager said, “Well, I’ll send you all the necessary paperwork tomorrow, but you can go home now.”
Singer gave him a look up and down, and added, “Hey, new guy, I like your style!” Corset looked down at his corset, and smiled bashfully. “Thank you..”
Corset bowed again, and took a long look around the giant practice area that “The Closets” had. He said his goodbyes, and walked in a daze outside. Once outside, he let out a loud whoop, and spun around, crying “Yeeeeess!” to the evening sky.
He was surprised that it was already evening. Time sure passed fast, he thought to himself, hugging his precious guitar to his chest. He squealed happily, and danced a little, only to be surprised by a deep, rumbling laughter behind him.
“I knew you could do it!” Thigh’s voice bubbled with pride. Corset yelped in embarrassment, and immediately stumbled mid-twirl. He waited for his face to make contact with cement, but instead it never arrived. His hands landed on something solid, but not quite the solid he was expecting.
His face burning, he peeked up just to find out that he was buried in Thigh’s strong arms. Corset’s slim fingers felt the muscle under his savior’s shirt, and felt extreme sexual tension right there. Thigh’s mouth was open in surprise, and Corset, catching himself, reluctantly got out of his embrace.
“Um… either you are a very breastless woman with a penis, or you’re a man. Am I right?”
Corset shrunk back. “I’m… I’m a guy..”, he whispered very quietly. He wanted to crawl into a fire and die, but there was no fire nearby, so he just grabbed his guitar from the ground, and ran for it, leaving Thigh standing there under a streetlight with an unreadable expression on his face.
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After he closed the door to this apartment behind him, he sunk into the ground, and covered his face with his hands, groaning.
So he met with a guy he fell heads over heels in love with, and not only was he the sexiest being he had ever met in his life, he somehow understood him better than anyone else too. Was that even possible? It was like he knew him from a different life, or something. And now everything was going to fall apart. Thigh thought he was a girl, and that was why he was being so nice to him. He thought that he was a GIRL. And then found out that he WASN’T.
Corset was sure that his membership to the band was going to be revoked. Thigh was going to protest, and he was going to be deprived of the one dream he had for the majority of his life. Groaning again, he sank his head lower into his knees, the guitar next to him for once forgotten.
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He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but it must have been sometime during the night, because he found himself being rudely awaken by a loud knocking on his door with the sun’s noon rays shining brightly through his windows. He was sprawled out at the floor of his apartment, and the light shone directly in his eyes.
Corset unsteadily dragged himself up, and shook the drowsiness out of his eyes. He looked through the little peek hole on his door. Crap, the manager was rocking on his stubby legs outside.
He looked down at himself, and realized with a start that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. His face looked like a completely mess, and his hair was like an separate entity from his body, it was sticking up at the worst places.
Yelling, “Just a minute!”, he ran into his room, stripping and tossing on a new set of clothes. He pulled the strings on his new corset tighter around his waist, and hopped to the bathroom, hastily brushing his hair and teeth simultaneously.
When he finally finished with his half-assed washing up, he threw open the door. The manager, holding a bundle of papers, busted in and slapped the pile onto a dining table. “So here’s all the blahblah legal stuff. You can read it when you have time, and just sign here, here, here, here, here, and here.”
Corset could only gape at him, and he managed to squeeze out, “Wait… you’re keeping me on?”
“Why wouldn’t we keep you? You da mannn. You’re a keeper, kid!” Manager laughed, looking at the complete astonishment on Corset’s face. “Okay, this legal stuff can wait. The boys are waiting for you to celebrate their newest member! Go to the practice room!”
His eyes as big as saucers, Corset finally grabbed his guitar and made a run for the door. “Thanks, Manager! I’ll see you around!” Sprinting, he heard the chuckles of Manager fade behind him.
When he finally arrived, he doubled over, gasping for breath, having run the whole way. He pushed open the door to the room where he would spend the next few years of his life. Still heavily breathing, he walked under the doorway, to be surprised with a bag of confetti falling onto his head. Party poppers were going off, and he watched in surprise as Singer, Noseband, and Thigh, with party hats on their heads, yelled a warm welcome to him.
Corset froze, and looked hesitantly at Thigh’s face, where besides happiness, no other emotion could be extracted. At that moment, he felt touched to the point of tears. It took a lot for him to stifle his tears back. He smiled shyly at the people who would become the closest people to his heart, feeling very welcome to the family.
Thigh walked forward and grabbed his hand, like he did the day before. Corset followed him, feeling the tingling sensation in his fingers spreading to his toes so they felt like they were floating.
The taller guitar player tugged on his hand and led him into a room that looked to be a closet. The space was small enough that they had to stand really close to each other, with barely any room to move.
“U-umm…” Corset started, but was shushed by a slim finger of Thigh’s. Thigh’s smoov thigh pressed against his own thigh, and suddenly he lost his voice and his legs felt like jelly.
“Corset…I never thought I would say this to a guy, but these are the facts. I am very sexually attracted to you.”
Corset fainted. Thigh caught him gently, and laughed softly, hugging the smaller guy. “Oh well. I think things in the band will be more interesting now that he’s going to be in it.”
He lifted him princess style and carried him out of the closet.
Noseband was standing outside, smirking.
“So you finally came out of the closet, I see.”
Thigh set Corset down on the ground very softly, making sure he would be in a comfortable position, and chased Noseband angrily.
THE END. 8D
--------------------- Story 3 ----------------------
The two sat curled up together on the sofa, staring intently at the TV screen. There was a lot of screaming, coming from both the TV and Corset, who was squealing in terror every three seconds.
He had an iron grip on Thigh’s arm, which was starting to lose sensitivity. Thigh was not a huge fan of scary movies, but he did not think they were very scary. His bandmate, however, loved them to death but also got as scared as hell and wouldn’t be able to go to sleep for the next week. He just didn’t understand why Corset enjoyed them and hated them at the same time.
Thigh tore his eyes away from the gory scene unfolding on the screen, and glanced at Corset, whose dark eyes were fixed on the screen. He looked down at his arm, where Corset’s nails were digging painfully into it, and sighed. This was boring him.
So he decided to nonchalantly pry his arm away from Corset’s desperate, slim fingers, and throw it around his shoulders instead. Corset squeaked, but leaned into him, not once looking away from the screen. This gave Thigh an idea. A game, to ease the boredom he was feeling. He looked once more at the television, where the protagonist sees a scary apparition in the window. Corset screamed loudly, and wrapped his arms tightly around Thigh, squeezing the breath out of him.
Thigh looked down at his (omg this is so gay) lover, and grinned evilly. The game would be to somehow distract Corset from watching the movie, and pay attention to him instead. It sounded like it would be interesting.
In the middle of Corset’s next scream, he leaned down in one fluid motion and landed his lips on softer lips. Corset was surprised, and pushed him away, but continued looking at the intense scene. The scary music was starting to quicken, so Thigh knew something scary was going to happen again.
He grabbed Corset’s ***** and started rubbing it tenderly on top of the layer of tight pants that Corset was wearing. That got his lover’s attention. Corset looked at Thigh in confusion, but didn’t do anything to resist.
Thigh smiled in triumph, and pushed Corset back on the sofa, leaning forward to give him a passionate kiss, still feeling up his *****. He leaned over Corset, who was looking at him cutely, panting. The screams coming from the TV were momentarily forgotten as Corset threw his arms around Thigh’s neck and pulled him closer to his barreh.
Thigh reached into Corset’s pants, and kept moving his limber fingers on Corset’s *****. Corset moaned blissfully, and whispered in his ear, “I-I’m about to j-jizz…”. After he arrived, Thigh gently laid his barreh on top of Corset, and fell asleep.
Corset smiled, having forgotten about the scary movie. He was not going to have nightmares that night, like he thought he would, thanks to Thigh. Corset moved his hands to Thigh’s smoov thigh, and touched it lovingly as he drifted off to sleep as well.
THE END
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So, uh, some notes about the, er, names used.
Aoi = Corset b/c the first thing I spammed to her concerning this band happened to be the Cassis PV. . . and well. . . she refuses to get over it.
Uruha = Thigh = self explanatory. (In singular form b/c I made her sit through the Decomposition Beauty Live with me where they wore Hyena outfit and therefore only one thigh was showing...)
Reita = Noseband = self explanatory.
Ruki = Singer = cuz he sings (self explanatory).
Kai = Drummer = cuz he drums (also self explanatory).
"The Gazette" = "The Closets" . . . will not be disclosed.
Chapters: 3 separate oneshots
Author: my bfffl who wishes to remain anonymous but gave me permission to post these :>
Genre: CRACK. & therefore humor I suppose.
Warnings: CRACK.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe I guess lol.
Pairings/Characters: Uruha/Aoi
Synopsis: 3 separate oneshots that don't really have anything to do with each other...
Comments: Read the warning, this is very, very crack. Also, my friend (the author) knows virtually nothing about the gazette, and is not even a fan of yaoi. SO you can imagine what level of utter crack you are in for. (Why she wrote these for me is a long long multipart story which I will not diverge into). By the way you are going to need this:
Aoi = Corset
Uruha = Thigh
Reita = Noseband
Ruki = Singer
Kai = Drummer
"The Gazette" = "The Closets"
*explanations will be vaguely provided at the end. . .
Note: These are in the order that she wrote them in, and do not follow a time line, or meant to be connected in any way.
--------------------- Story 1 ----------------------
“Help me stick it in!” Corset gasped, his voice strained. Thigh reached over and gently helped him stick it in. They sighed in unison. Thigh was pleased, and Corset was in ecstasy.
“Thanks. You know how hard it gets!” Corset said when the deed was done, looking up at Thigh, and slowly moving his gaze downwards, finally landing on his sexy thighs. He hugged his guitar case, which finally held his guitar, after so many struggles with putting the instrument into its case.
“Yeah, I know. I have to help you every single time!” Thigh smirked, and, noticing what Corset was looking at, stuck his leg on a chair and hiked up his pants (can you even call those pants?) even higher.
Corset could feel his crotch tighten in his pants looking at that milky, smoov skin, and he blushed, moving his eyes reluctantly to the ground. “S-stop it! Cover it up!” He squeaked, using his hands to cover his eyes. (Secretly peeking through the cracks to look at the thigh o baby)
“Never!” Thigh could only grin at how cute his uke was. He smirked like a creeper and made his move in a single swoop, pushing Corset’s hard chest so his back was against the wall. Thigh leaned over the shorter gay guy, and pressed his own hard barreh against Corset. He grabbed Corset’s hands away from his face, and held them against the wall.
Corset felt cornered, and he felt so unprotected with his hands gone. He looked up at Thigh, biting his lip and shivering at the various pleasant emotions he was feeling. Thigh’s expression became gentler, and he loosened his grip on Corset’s hands, still not completely letting them go. He stared at Corset’s big, dark eyes, and his juicy, plump lips, and couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
He went in for the kill, pressing his lips firmly against his gay lover’s. He could feel Corset’s face tense against his, but after staying in the same position for a while, his lips became more relaxed. Thigh moved his tongue across Corset’s upper lip, and he smiled when he realized that Corset was smiling too.
Thigh’s hands traveled down to cup Corset’s face gently, and Corset, hands finally freed, started feeling up Thigh’s slim chest.
Their kiss became fiercer, and they pressed their mouths together like they were addicted to each other, barely getting enough air. Their bodies grinded and their hands freely explored each other’s bodies, until Corset let out a quiet moan.
“I… j-jizzed, in, my pants…” He managed to gasp out, while at the same time Drummer walked in. He looked at the scene before him, and looked quickly away, embarrassed to have seen what he had just seen.
“Good GOD, guys. My eyes. They cannot unsee what has just been seen.” Drummers hands rose in the air as he backed up, inching his way out of the room. Corset pulled his hands away from stroking Thigh’s thighs, and Thigh pulled his hands out of Corset’s shirt, where he had been feeling up the smoov, firm muscles. They both blushed, and looked at each other sheepishly when Drummer stumbled out of the room in a disorientated state.
They stared at each other, until Corset broke the gaze and stared at the ground, cheeks burning. Thigh grinned at the shorter gay guy. “Shall we…. continue this in my room, or yours?”
Corset hid his face behind his hands again, the after-feel of Thigh’s smoov thighs still on his fingers. “M-mine?”
Just then, Drummer barged back in. “Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. What do you want for dinner? I’m just about to start cooking.”
Thigh answered, “Chicken teriyaki please.” He turned to Corset, and whispered slyly in his ear, “But I want you for desert.”
Corset fainted. And Thigh caught him. Princess style.
They lived happily ever after. And had lots of (protected) Gay Sex.
THE END.
--------------------- Story 2 ----------------------
The alarm was insistently ringing, causing him to groan and smack it repeatedly. He stared at the time through a slit in his eyes, and cried, “Shiiiit!” He was so, so late. Corset jumped out of bed, quickly brushed his hair in the mirror, washed up, and made his way out of the door, grabbing his guitar on the way.
A few minutes and subway stops later, he arrived at his destination. Corset breathed in deeply as he pushed open the door. Various guitar strumming filled his ears, and he felt more at ease before he realized that all of these guitarists were his opponents.
Corset shimmied his corset up, and settling down in a corner, pulled out his guitar. As soon as his fingers started moving across the frets, his mouth curved into a small smile. This was where he belonged. Soon he was lost in his favorite world, the world of music and melodies. He closed his eyes, and kept playing, as the world around him kept moving at a quick pace but somehow he had started going in slow motion.
He played and played, until some fingers lightly tapping on his shoulder dragged him out of his reveries. A deep, vibrato voice took him out of his bass drumming, and he opened his eyes to look right at the smoothest, silkiest, sexiest thigh skin he had ever seen in his entire life.
He fell right then and there deeply in love with this thigh, and made a serious and passionate vow in his mind to become friends (with benefits) with the owner of this sexy thigh. His eyes slowly traveled upwards, and he savored what he saw.
In addition to having the sexiest legs in the universe, the person also had a ridiculously attractive face. Milky smoov face, framed by long fringes of honey blond. Big, dark eyes closed slightly, and Corset noticed the attractive long lashes around them. The beautiful stranger repeated, “I think it’s your turn.”
Corset, having momentarily lost his voice, could only nod. He saw that he was the only one of the many guitarists who had come to audition left in the room. Thigh grabbed his hand, and Corset, standing up and grabbing his guitar, was led into a private room, on a stage.
His hands were clammy, but the taller, very attractive person gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, gave him a wink, and jumped off the small stage, making his way to one of the seats behind a table directly in front of the stage.
Three other people were already seated behind the table. One had a noseband, one had the obvious looks of a lead singer, and one was fat old guy in a fancy suit. Noseband was leaning back, with a look of boredom totally covering his face, the lead singer was leaning towards the stage, seemingly very concerned with the outcomes of the day, and the Manager was stuffing his face with peanuts.
Corset could feel the gaps in between his fingers where Thigh’s had been, and he felt a wave of loneliness almost crash over him until he caught the eye of Thigh, now seated, smiling up at him with a look of utmost confidence and giving him a thumbs up.
His tense shoulders relaxed, and he did a few warm up strums. The Singer leaned forward, and told him to play a song. He could do that. The guitar in his arms fit right into place as he swung his ‘ips to the beat. Magic was working at his fingers, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the delighted looks on Singer and Manager’s face. Even the disinterested Noseband had a slight nod going on.
Thigh’s face was lit up in a smirk, and Corset, feeling his face burn up, looked at the ground in embarrassment. Thigh remarked, “So I think we will all agree that this guitarist is the best one that we’ve heard by far. We’re keeping her, right?”
Corset was just about to question what he just said (HER?!), but was swiftly interrupted by a very enthusiastic leader singer.
Singer nodded vigorously. “Hellllll yes!”, he yelled, working those impressive vocal chords of his. Noseband let out a small grin and nodded. Manager too agreed with this agree immediately, but raised a hand, “But first, we have to ask him these protocol questions.”
The questions ended up being ones like, “How long have you been playing guitar?”, “How much time each week can you dedicate to practices?”, and “On a scale of 1-10, how comfortable would you say you are with playing in front of large crowds?”
Corset was able to answer these satisfactorily, apparently, because by the end of it, they gave him the okay. He was now officially part of the band, “The Closets”. When he jumped off the stage, guitar slung snugly over his back, Singer threw an arm around him, and said, “Congratulations, you’re in! Now don’t let us down please. But your playing is very freaking AWESOME. By the way, my name is Singer. And that’s Noseband, he does very good grunts. That there is Thigh, but I saw that you’ve already met.”
“I-I’m Corset. Please take care of me.” He bowed awkwardly, and smiled happily at his new teammates. The manager said, “Well, I’ll send you all the necessary paperwork tomorrow, but you can go home now.”
Singer gave him a look up and down, and added, “Hey, new guy, I like your style!” Corset looked down at his corset, and smiled bashfully. “Thank you..”
Corset bowed again, and took a long look around the giant practice area that “The Closets” had. He said his goodbyes, and walked in a daze outside. Once outside, he let out a loud whoop, and spun around, crying “Yeeeeess!” to the evening sky.
He was surprised that it was already evening. Time sure passed fast, he thought to himself, hugging his precious guitar to his chest. He squealed happily, and danced a little, only to be surprised by a deep, rumbling laughter behind him.
“I knew you could do it!” Thigh’s voice bubbled with pride. Corset yelped in embarrassment, and immediately stumbled mid-twirl. He waited for his face to make contact with cement, but instead it never arrived. His hands landed on something solid, but not quite the solid he was expecting.
His face burning, he peeked up just to find out that he was buried in Thigh’s strong arms. Corset’s slim fingers felt the muscle under his savior’s shirt, and felt extreme sexual tension right there. Thigh’s mouth was open in surprise, and Corset, catching himself, reluctantly got out of his embrace.
“Um… either you are a very breastless woman with a penis, or you’re a man. Am I right?”
Corset shrunk back. “I’m… I’m a guy..”, he whispered very quietly. He wanted to crawl into a fire and die, but there was no fire nearby, so he just grabbed his guitar from the ground, and ran for it, leaving Thigh standing there under a streetlight with an unreadable expression on his face.
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After he closed the door to this apartment behind him, he sunk into the ground, and covered his face with his hands, groaning.
So he met with a guy he fell heads over heels in love with, and not only was he the sexiest being he had ever met in his life, he somehow understood him better than anyone else too. Was that even possible? It was like he knew him from a different life, or something. And now everything was going to fall apart. Thigh thought he was a girl, and that was why he was being so nice to him. He thought that he was a GIRL. And then found out that he WASN’T.
Corset was sure that his membership to the band was going to be revoked. Thigh was going to protest, and he was going to be deprived of the one dream he had for the majority of his life. Groaning again, he sank his head lower into his knees, the guitar next to him for once forgotten.
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He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but it must have been sometime during the night, because he found himself being rudely awaken by a loud knocking on his door with the sun’s noon rays shining brightly through his windows. He was sprawled out at the floor of his apartment, and the light shone directly in his eyes.
Corset unsteadily dragged himself up, and shook the drowsiness out of his eyes. He looked through the little peek hole on his door. Crap, the manager was rocking on his stubby legs outside.
He looked down at himself, and realized with a start that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. His face looked like a completely mess, and his hair was like an separate entity from his body, it was sticking up at the worst places.
Yelling, “Just a minute!”, he ran into his room, stripping and tossing on a new set of clothes. He pulled the strings on his new corset tighter around his waist, and hopped to the bathroom, hastily brushing his hair and teeth simultaneously.
When he finally finished with his half-assed washing up, he threw open the door. The manager, holding a bundle of papers, busted in and slapped the pile onto a dining table. “So here’s all the blahblah legal stuff. You can read it when you have time, and just sign here, here, here, here, here, and here.”
Corset could only gape at him, and he managed to squeeze out, “Wait… you’re keeping me on?”
“Why wouldn’t we keep you? You da mannn. You’re a keeper, kid!” Manager laughed, looking at the complete astonishment on Corset’s face. “Okay, this legal stuff can wait. The boys are waiting for you to celebrate their newest member! Go to the practice room!”
His eyes as big as saucers, Corset finally grabbed his guitar and made a run for the door. “Thanks, Manager! I’ll see you around!” Sprinting, he heard the chuckles of Manager fade behind him.
When he finally arrived, he doubled over, gasping for breath, having run the whole way. He pushed open the door to the room where he would spend the next few years of his life. Still heavily breathing, he walked under the doorway, to be surprised with a bag of confetti falling onto his head. Party poppers were going off, and he watched in surprise as Singer, Noseband, and Thigh, with party hats on their heads, yelled a warm welcome to him.
Corset froze, and looked hesitantly at Thigh’s face, where besides happiness, no other emotion could be extracted. At that moment, he felt touched to the point of tears. It took a lot for him to stifle his tears back. He smiled shyly at the people who would become the closest people to his heart, feeling very welcome to the family.
Thigh walked forward and grabbed his hand, like he did the day before. Corset followed him, feeling the tingling sensation in his fingers spreading to his toes so they felt like they were floating.
The taller guitar player tugged on his hand and led him into a room that looked to be a closet. The space was small enough that they had to stand really close to each other, with barely any room to move.
“U-umm…” Corset started, but was shushed by a slim finger of Thigh’s. Thigh’s smoov thigh pressed against his own thigh, and suddenly he lost his voice and his legs felt like jelly.
“Corset…I never thought I would say this to a guy, but these are the facts. I am very sexually attracted to you.”
Corset fainted. Thigh caught him gently, and laughed softly, hugging the smaller guy. “Oh well. I think things in the band will be more interesting now that he’s going to be in it.”
He lifted him princess style and carried him out of the closet.
Noseband was standing outside, smirking.
“So you finally came out of the closet, I see.”
Thigh set Corset down on the ground very softly, making sure he would be in a comfortable position, and chased Noseband angrily.
THE END. 8D
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The two sat curled up together on the sofa, staring intently at the TV screen. There was a lot of screaming, coming from both the TV and Corset, who was squealing in terror every three seconds.
He had an iron grip on Thigh’s arm, which was starting to lose sensitivity. Thigh was not a huge fan of scary movies, but he did not think they were very scary. His bandmate, however, loved them to death but also got as scared as hell and wouldn’t be able to go to sleep for the next week. He just didn’t understand why Corset enjoyed them and hated them at the same time.
Thigh tore his eyes away from the gory scene unfolding on the screen, and glanced at Corset, whose dark eyes were fixed on the screen. He looked down at his arm, where Corset’s nails were digging painfully into it, and sighed. This was boring him.
So he decided to nonchalantly pry his arm away from Corset’s desperate, slim fingers, and throw it around his shoulders instead. Corset squeaked, but leaned into him, not once looking away from the screen. This gave Thigh an idea. A game, to ease the boredom he was feeling. He looked once more at the television, where the protagonist sees a scary apparition in the window. Corset screamed loudly, and wrapped his arms tightly around Thigh, squeezing the breath out of him.
Thigh looked down at his (omg this is so gay) lover, and grinned evilly. The game would be to somehow distract Corset from watching the movie, and pay attention to him instead. It sounded like it would be interesting.
In the middle of Corset’s next scream, he leaned down in one fluid motion and landed his lips on softer lips. Corset was surprised, and pushed him away, but continued looking at the intense scene. The scary music was starting to quicken, so Thigh knew something scary was going to happen again.
He grabbed Corset’s ***** and started rubbing it tenderly on top of the layer of tight pants that Corset was wearing. That got his lover’s attention. Corset looked at Thigh in confusion, but didn’t do anything to resist.
Thigh smiled in triumph, and pushed Corset back on the sofa, leaning forward to give him a passionate kiss, still feeling up his *****. He leaned over Corset, who was looking at him cutely, panting. The screams coming from the TV were momentarily forgotten as Corset threw his arms around Thigh’s neck and pulled him closer to his barreh.
Thigh reached into Corset’s pants, and kept moving his limber fingers on Corset’s *****. Corset moaned blissfully, and whispered in his ear, “I-I’m about to j-jizz…”. After he arrived, Thigh gently laid his barreh on top of Corset, and fell asleep.
Corset smiled, having forgotten about the scary movie. He was not going to have nightmares that night, like he thought he would, thanks to Thigh. Corset moved his hands to Thigh’s smoov thigh, and touched it lovingly as he drifted off to sleep as well.
THE END
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So, uh, some notes about the, er, names used.
Aoi = Corset b/c the first thing I spammed to her concerning this band happened to be the Cassis PV. . . and well. . . she refuses to get over it.
Uruha = Thigh = self explanatory. (In singular form b/c I made her sit through the Decomposition Beauty Live with me where they wore Hyena outfit and therefore only one thigh was showing...)
Reita = Noseband = self explanatory.
Ruki = Singer = cuz he sings (self explanatory).
Kai = Drummer = cuz he drums (also self explanatory).
"The Gazette" = "The Closets" . . . will not be disclosed.