[Challenge][jfetish_15] Clubbing
Title: Clubbing
Chapter: 1/1
Author: elfling_eryn
Band/Pairing: Miya/Bou/Aoi
Theme: #04. Choreophilia
Rating: R
Warnings: frotting, handjob, hints of exhibitionism/voyeurism, unsatisfied Aoi (But only at the end *grin*)
Summary: It's Aoi's day off and Bou talks him into going to a new club.
Note: Written for jfetish_15
Stretching some Aoi left his room. It was late in the day already, but it was his day off so he had lazed around in bed, read a book, then went to take a shower, before getting breakfast and going back to bed so he could read some more.
But now he was done with his book so he either had to go to buy a new one or he could to watch TV. Needless to say Aoi picked the one involving less work so a few moments later he was sprawled across the living room couch in his shirt and boxers, TV showing some mindless game show.
When Bou came home and found Aoi sprawled in the living room he laughed, moving to wrap his arms around the other from behind quickly.
"So you really are at home. I was starting to doubt it already", he teased, moving to flop down on the couch next to the other, bags of groceries standing next to it.
"Why’s that?" Aoi asked, grinning at the blond.
"Because I haven’t heard anything from your room all day, lazy-ass", the blond went on.
"It's my day off!" the raven-haired man exclaimed. "I'm entitled to be lazy~"
Bou kept laughing and shook his head some.
"You intend to laze around the rest of the day, too? Because I really want to go out again," he said, standing once more.
"Go out?" Aoi asked, sounding intrigued. "Where to?"
"There's a new club that recently opened and I was told it's great. The name's 'Black Velvet'," the younger explained, grinning.
Aoi nodded some.
"Sounds good. But I need to move to get there, right?” he complained, pouting up at the other.
"Yes you will. I won't carry you."
"What a shame," Aoi said, stretching some. "When do you want to go?"
"After Miya gets home. I asked him yesterday and he said he wanted to join in.”
Aoi nodded, stretching deliberately.
"I'll start getting changed then so Miya doesn't get annoyed later on," he said, smirking and moving in the direction of his room.
Bou nodded, taking up the groceries to bring them into the kitchen before moving up to his own room to get dressed up.
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When Bou came out of his room a little later he was clad in tight black pants as well as a blue button up. He wore light make-up and had pulled his hair back into a ponytail. Down in the living room he could already see Miya waiting for him, clad all in black, a plain T-Shirt falling down to cover his belt holding black pants in place. Just as he reached the floor a door to his right opened to let Aoi slip out. The blond chuckled inwardly, as usual surprised how enticing the raven-haired liked to dress with his long beige pants that most often looked like only skin when he was wearing them in the dim light of the club. With it went a red long-sleeve shirt that was long enough to be mistaken for a short dress. Along with that Aoi wore heavy make up, accenting large eyes and plush lips, hair hanging loosely around his shoulders to obscure part of his face.
Finally all dressed up the three friends left their apartment, heading for the train to go to the new club.
The building they entered looked run-down, but the club was completely renovated and the interior was nice. Black dominated it, the white of the table-cloths gleaming in the black light. On the walls there were all kinds of red pictures showing more or less enticing club-scenes. And while Bou went to get their drinks Aoi and Miya found an empty table beneath the red shadow of a scantily clad woman...not that either of them cared about it.
The raven-haired leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he turned his gaze to the mostly empty dance-floor.
"Seems like this club isn't that popular," he said, looking around the room. Miya nodded and hummed in agreement.
"Means more room and privacy for us," the younger one said, stretching his legs some.
Bou finally came back with their drinks, setting them down on the table before slipping into his seat.
Aoi watched his friend appreciatively. He loved the way the youngest looked when they went out, no make up and dress obscuring his gender. When they were out he really was a man and there was no way to deny it. He would be considered the most feminine of the three of them, especially in business, but on the nights the two of them ended up in bed he'd be the one moaning under the blonde’s assault, writhing under clever hands and lips.
A shiver went through him at the memory, taking up his drink to cover it up. He knew Miya didn't believe him. Neither of them was exclusive and when one of them was on tour the other two would get together to pass the time. And each relationship had its own dynamics, creating an intricate net.
For a while they just sat around, minds wandering strange roads as they sipped their drinks, talking without really caring what about.
After a while Bou stood again, leaving his friends behind to go to the dance floor, letting himself be guided by the music.
The two left behind kept sipping their drinks, watching their young friend move across the dance floor, loosing himself to beat and melody.
"Doesn't he look like he's having sex?" Miya spoke up after a while, making Aoi look at him surprised.
"How do you get that idea?" the raven-haired asked, eyes turning back to the blond, watching his movements more closely.
"Watch the way he moves. He rolls his hips just as if he was being fucked"
or fucking someone, Aoi mentally added.
"And if you look closely you can see he's licking his lips often, eyes half closed"
Aoi nodded. When Miya said it he noticed all those things, too, making him shiver.
"See the way his hands move? They're caressing someone who's not there"
Again a nod, Aoi's pants tightening as he imagined he was the one being caressed, being fucked.
Without a second thought he stood, swaying his hips as he approached the dance floor to move over to Bou who was watching him already, inviting him into his little dance with his eyes. And who was the raven-haired to object to such an invitation.
The one left behind grinned, watching the two other men engage in their dance, showing off and making out on the dance floor. It really was a sight to behold and it made him chuckle that Aoi really looked like a girl being held by Bou when the younger wrapped his arms around the taller's waist. He wouldn't join in their little game just now. He'd stay where he was, hidden in the darkness, stroking himself through his pants as his friends got it on on the dance floor. He didn't get the kick out of dancing and showing off like Bou did, but rather from watching.
Smiling some he licked his lips, happy the darkness obscured his soft blush, his black clothes merging perfectly as his hand undid the belt, slipping into his pants and boxers to caress his cock.
Aoi was meanwhile caught up in the dance, the way Bou was grinding up against him, smaller but calloused hands caressing his sides and back and ass, making him gasp because they held on tightly, kneading supple flesh. He was yearning for the other now, but by the sight of it Bou would be done soon, the showing off, the groping and the way that, for once, he was seen as a man was turning him on much more than anything else could.
The youngest was the first to loose it, eyes closing and body shuddering against Aoi as he released, leaning against the other afterwards.
Miya was the one to follow quickly, wiping his hand and crotch clean with a handkerchief.
The only one left with a raging hard-on was Aoi. But the blond merely grinned, squeezing the prominent bulge one last time before kissing the other's cheek and scooting back to Miya, telling him he'd go home.
The other guitarist agreed, grinning as he stood and followed the blond outside.
Aoi actually had to run to keep up with them, glaring since they both seemed to be not at all in the mood to take pity on him. He whined, but as they walked he was already planning his revenge.
Chapter: 1/1
Author: elfling_eryn
Band/Pairing: Miya/Bou/Aoi
Theme: #04. Choreophilia
Rating: R
Warnings: frotting, handjob, hints of exhibitionism/voyeurism, unsatisfied Aoi (But only at the end *grin*)
Summary: It's Aoi's day off and Bou talks him into going to a new club.
Note: Written for jfetish_15
Stretching some Aoi left his room. It was late in the day already, but it was his day off so he had lazed around in bed, read a book, then went to take a shower, before getting breakfast and going back to bed so he could read some more.
But now he was done with his book so he either had to go to buy a new one or he could to watch TV. Needless to say Aoi picked the one involving less work so a few moments later he was sprawled across the living room couch in his shirt and boxers, TV showing some mindless game show.
When Bou came home and found Aoi sprawled in the living room he laughed, moving to wrap his arms around the other from behind quickly.
"So you really are at home. I was starting to doubt it already", he teased, moving to flop down on the couch next to the other, bags of groceries standing next to it.
"Why’s that?" Aoi asked, grinning at the blond.
"Because I haven’t heard anything from your room all day, lazy-ass", the blond went on.
"It's my day off!" the raven-haired man exclaimed. "I'm entitled to be lazy~"
Bou kept laughing and shook his head some.
"You intend to laze around the rest of the day, too? Because I really want to go out again," he said, standing once more.
"Go out?" Aoi asked, sounding intrigued. "Where to?"
"There's a new club that recently opened and I was told it's great. The name's 'Black Velvet'," the younger explained, grinning.
Aoi nodded some.
"Sounds good. But I need to move to get there, right?” he complained, pouting up at the other.
"Yes you will. I won't carry you."
"What a shame," Aoi said, stretching some. "When do you want to go?"
"After Miya gets home. I asked him yesterday and he said he wanted to join in.”
Aoi nodded, stretching deliberately.
"I'll start getting changed then so Miya doesn't get annoyed later on," he said, smirking and moving in the direction of his room.
Bou nodded, taking up the groceries to bring them into the kitchen before moving up to his own room to get dressed up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Bou came out of his room a little later he was clad in tight black pants as well as a blue button up. He wore light make-up and had pulled his hair back into a ponytail. Down in the living room he could already see Miya waiting for him, clad all in black, a plain T-Shirt falling down to cover his belt holding black pants in place. Just as he reached the floor a door to his right opened to let Aoi slip out. The blond chuckled inwardly, as usual surprised how enticing the raven-haired liked to dress with his long beige pants that most often looked like only skin when he was wearing them in the dim light of the club. With it went a red long-sleeve shirt that was long enough to be mistaken for a short dress. Along with that Aoi wore heavy make up, accenting large eyes and plush lips, hair hanging loosely around his shoulders to obscure part of his face.
Finally all dressed up the three friends left their apartment, heading for the train to go to the new club.
The building they entered looked run-down, but the club was completely renovated and the interior was nice. Black dominated it, the white of the table-cloths gleaming in the black light. On the walls there were all kinds of red pictures showing more or less enticing club-scenes. And while Bou went to get their drinks Aoi and Miya found an empty table beneath the red shadow of a scantily clad woman...not that either of them cared about it.
The raven-haired leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he turned his gaze to the mostly empty dance-floor.
"Seems like this club isn't that popular," he said, looking around the room. Miya nodded and hummed in agreement.
"Means more room and privacy for us," the younger one said, stretching his legs some.
Bou finally came back with their drinks, setting them down on the table before slipping into his seat.
Aoi watched his friend appreciatively. He loved the way the youngest looked when they went out, no make up and dress obscuring his gender. When they were out he really was a man and there was no way to deny it. He would be considered the most feminine of the three of them, especially in business, but on the nights the two of them ended up in bed he'd be the one moaning under the blonde’s assault, writhing under clever hands and lips.
A shiver went through him at the memory, taking up his drink to cover it up. He knew Miya didn't believe him. Neither of them was exclusive and when one of them was on tour the other two would get together to pass the time. And each relationship had its own dynamics, creating an intricate net.
For a while they just sat around, minds wandering strange roads as they sipped their drinks, talking without really caring what about.
After a while Bou stood again, leaving his friends behind to go to the dance floor, letting himself be guided by the music.
The two left behind kept sipping their drinks, watching their young friend move across the dance floor, loosing himself to beat and melody.
"Doesn't he look like he's having sex?" Miya spoke up after a while, making Aoi look at him surprised.
"How do you get that idea?" the raven-haired asked, eyes turning back to the blond, watching his movements more closely.
"Watch the way he moves. He rolls his hips just as if he was being fucked"
or fucking someone, Aoi mentally added.
"And if you look closely you can see he's licking his lips often, eyes half closed"
Aoi nodded. When Miya said it he noticed all those things, too, making him shiver.
"See the way his hands move? They're caressing someone who's not there"
Again a nod, Aoi's pants tightening as he imagined he was the one being caressed, being fucked.
Without a second thought he stood, swaying his hips as he approached the dance floor to move over to Bou who was watching him already, inviting him into his little dance with his eyes. And who was the raven-haired to object to such an invitation.
The one left behind grinned, watching the two other men engage in their dance, showing off and making out on the dance floor. It really was a sight to behold and it made him chuckle that Aoi really looked like a girl being held by Bou when the younger wrapped his arms around the taller's waist. He wouldn't join in their little game just now. He'd stay where he was, hidden in the darkness, stroking himself through his pants as his friends got it on on the dance floor. He didn't get the kick out of dancing and showing off like Bou did, but rather from watching.
Smiling some he licked his lips, happy the darkness obscured his soft blush, his black clothes merging perfectly as his hand undid the belt, slipping into his pants and boxers to caress his cock.
Aoi was meanwhile caught up in the dance, the way Bou was grinding up against him, smaller but calloused hands caressing his sides and back and ass, making him gasp because they held on tightly, kneading supple flesh. He was yearning for the other now, but by the sight of it Bou would be done soon, the showing off, the groping and the way that, for once, he was seen as a man was turning him on much more than anything else could.
The youngest was the first to loose it, eyes closing and body shuddering against Aoi as he released, leaning against the other afterwards.
Miya was the one to follow quickly, wiping his hand and crotch clean with a handkerchief.
The only one left with a raging hard-on was Aoi. But the blond merely grinned, squeezing the prominent bulge one last time before kissing the other's cheek and scooting back to Miya, telling him he'd go home.
The other guitarist agreed, grinning as he stood and followed the blond outside.
Aoi actually had to run to keep up with them, glaring since they both seemed to be not at all in the mood to take pity on him. He whined, but as they walked he was already planning his revenge.