[one-shot] Before the Dawn (Prologue of Patch)
Before the Dawn
Pairing: Gum/Johnny, Ace/Arsenal, Ace/Arsenal/Toppo, Toppo/cotton-candy, and minor Jacky/Mac. (Maru/Tacchon, Ryo/Baru, Ryo/Baru/Yasu and Hina/Yoko in Prologue of Patch)
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: AU / SMUT.
Beta: no.
Warnings: m/m relationships, rather heavy description of sex, masturbation, hot dudes.
Summary: Soon, their lives will be changing. What's left is, maybe, one night. Or maybe not.
NB: So, this one goes to Yada, Tati and Kazu, who asked for all the pairings above. Also, NEW LAYOUT! \o/
- Maybe we’ll never be able to smile again…
Johnny raised his head, leaving his glass of whiskey on the counter.
- What are you talking about?
Still holding his stick in front of him, Gum just remained emotionless, mask forgotten on one of the couches. The younger one watched him break yet another empty bottle, and reached for his drink when the thoughts in his brain became too embarrassing. Thoughts related to Gum’s bulked body and to sticks, though it wasn’t the wooden ones he was thinking about. It reminded him of some dreams he had, dreams where his friend would run is hands all over his body, breaking him to pieces into such sensual ways that his head was spinning just thinking about it.
And, uh, maybe the alcohol wasn’t helping.
- Things will get more dangerous with the time. When will we be able to enjoy ourselves again?
- You say that, he snorted, and yet you spend your time exercising.
Gum looked up and straight into Johnny’s eyes; it was burning him and leaving him speechless and something else he couldn’t describe.
- Do you have something else in mind?
There was the hint of a smile on the older man’s face, and Johnny turned back to the counter to hide his blush.
- I don’t know. Maybe we can go out and-
His sentence got lost when a strong hand gripped his forearm and made him turn around; he gasped when the stool fell, almost making him stumble as well, but in a second there was a strong and muscular body against his, holding him upright. His back was painfully digging in the counter, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when he noticed the hungry look his friend was giving him.
Cold sweat took over him, and by the time Gum finally reached out and smashed their mouths together he was already panting in apprehension. A tongue forced its way between his lips, and he couldn’t stop a moan from escaping him when the kiss deepened. He was breathless, excited and a bit scared in the same way, but stopping now was out of question.
- Are you sure you want this?
It was more a warning than a question, and Johnny shivered at the hidden promises behind the words.
- More than you can imagine, he whispered before closing the distance again, his hands finding their way under Gum’s sweat-soaked t-shirt.
***
Toppo turned on the light in the small room and smiled. The neons were bright and colorful, making him at ease. It was his space, his place, the DJ booth. The others didn’t come much here, mostly because they had their own things to think about when the Club was open, and somehow he liked it better that way. It was his area.
Adjusting his glasses on his nose, he skipped his way to the pink box under the mixing table and got a little bag out of it. Grinning, he opened it and reached inside; when his fingers came back out they were full of cotton-candy. He just had to let himself fall on the floor, his back against the case in which he kept some of his discs.
There. This was the reason he liked being here alone the most. His digits found their way to his lips, and Toppo licked them hungrily. He could have killed for cotton-candy, the sweet sugar of the treat melting on his tongue and eliciting strange feelings inside of him.
He closed his eyes and let himself go, taking more. He liked the soft texture, so light and cloudy; he liked the way it stuck to his skin and the way it dissolve in his mouth. It was like bits of sky. It was making him light-headed and happy.
His toes curled as he ate more and more, an unknown melody in his mind, a feeling of intense pleasure all over his body.
Toppo didn’t see the person watching him from the other end of the Club.
***
Ace was smart enough not to go back downstairs; the noises he heard there were a good enough hint about what was going on between Gum and Johnny. He made his way to the bar, wondering where the hell the others went, and slowed his steps when he noticed a silhouette.
For a second he wanted to ask Arsenal what the hell he was doing here, and what the freaking hell he was watching like that, but a giggle made him turn his head.
Oh, so that was the object of the older man’s attention.
Through the glassy windows of the music booth, they could clearly see Toppo, half-sprawled on the floor, apparently satisfying himself to the best with candies. It was adorable, because he had that cute smile of his on his face, but somehow it was hot too.
Ace wondered briefly up to where the deejay would go, before locking his eyes back on Arsenal. The man wasn’t aware of his presence, but he seemed rather turned on by the sight of their friend having fun on his own, and if the way he was softly pressing his hand against his bulge wasn’t clear enough the way his breath was hitching could stop any doubt.
Grinning, the younger one stealthily came closer to him before grabbing Arsenal’s waist and pulling him against his body.
- Do you need a hand baby?
- Fuck you.
It came out more as a moan though when Ace’s hand traveled down the man’s torso to stop just above his belt. Ace nipped at his friend’s earlobe, earning a gasp and a growl which went straight to his crotch, before undoing Arsenal’s pants in a swift move.
It was no surprise when his fingers reached inside and closed around a very hard shaft, finishing to turn him on. By the time he found a good way of stroking him, Arsenal was insistently rubbing his ass against him, making him hiss as their eyes were settled on the harmless form of Toppo inside his booth.
- You want him, don’t you?
The older man made a pleading noise, his eyes closing and one of his hands gripping Ace’s wrist hard enough to bruise, leading him to touch him faster.
- You want that cute face of his, you want him on his knees in front of you, right?
Arsenal tried hard to keep his noises low, but the way his body was moving and the sweat on his forehead were talking for him. Ace couldn’t help but rub himself against the offered body, his erection painfully hard by now.
He would have loved that, if you were to ask him. He would have liked to have Toppo sucking him off, looking at him with innocent doe eyes - and maybe even he would have liked to come on his glasses, to watch him stick out his tongue and try to lick it as if it was cotton-candy.
Oh yeah.
He bit Arsenal’s shoulder through his shirt to stop his moan and felt him shiver.
***
Johnny moaned and gripped the wooden surface harder. The way Gum was moving inside of him was burning, fast and hard, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure he was feeling. Bent over the counter and used like a vulgar doll, he couldn’t help the needy noises to get out of his mouth, asking for more, harder, faster, please yes like that.
He could perfectly hear Gum’s groans as he was thrusting into him, and every time he would say his name Johnny would shiver, unable to control himself anymore. It was good, more than that even; it was the best thing he ever experienced. It was like in his dreams, the ones where Gum would have him in any way he wanted, over and over again, until he would scream for mercy, his body sticking with sweat and come and his brain empty of anything else but the other man.
The dream was reality somehow, and Johnny didn’t want to ask for mercy; instead he wanted to beg for it to never stop, to keep on going. He could feel his guts twisting and he knew that he would reach his peak at a moment or another, but for now he just enjoyed the way he was being taken, his thin limbs held upright only thanks to Gum’s strong arms around his waist, his calloused hands running on his skin and his fingers playing with his nipples until he would feel like melting here and now.
The same fingers traveled down his torso, tickled his navel, and curled around his hard-on, making him slump against the counter, the need of coming getting too strong for him to hold it back.
- Let it go~
Johnny moaned at the deep voice in his ear, and it only took Gum one more hard thrust to push him over the edge, spilling himself over the other man’s fingers and the counter, his knees giving out; his nails scratched the counter’s surface but his hands didn’t find the strength to hold on the wooden sides anymore, and he all but fell into Gum’s arms, his breath erratic and his sight blurry.
He almost missed the moment when the older one climaxed, a few seconds later, coming deep inside of him, making him moan softly at the feeling of his cock throbbing against his inner walls.
What happened directly after this, Johnny didn’t really know; he just knew that he closed his eyes, feeling good in Gum’s warm embrace.
***
Toppo opened his eyes, a bit surprised. He was sure he heard something - a moan, out of all possible sounds - but he was sure to be alone in-
He blinked and gaped.
On the other side of the dancefloor, he could see Arsenal, mouth open in a silent cry, his body waving against someone else’s own body - was it Ace? - and a foreign hand inside his pants, moving in a way that left nothing to imagination. The way they were standing, Toppo felt as if they have been watching him, and his whole body felt suddenly unbearably hot at this idea.
What if they actually were watching him? Peeping on him eating cotton-candy? Maybe one or the other passed by, saw him, stopped and started to jerk off - and maybe they were talking together and then they saw and launched at each other. He could imagine Arsenal getting worked up and grab Ace’s hand and push it toward his pants, in a silent order to do something about it. He wondered if they would push things forward. If they would fuck. In his mind, as his free hand reached into his lose pants, he could see Arsenal, his long hairs framing his handsome face, a sadistic smirk on his lips as Ace, under him, would wail and ask for more and scratch his back, their hips moving in perfect sync.
He winced as he bit his lips too hard, his hand going slow and tight around his cock. This was a nice fantasy, but the real thing was even better. Seeing them, like that, so close… He thought about joining, walking to them and kiss them both, maybe touching them and make them touch him in return, but somehow it was better that way.
Toppo’s grip on himself tightened even more as his eyes met other eyes.
Yeah, it was better that way.
***
Arsenal stood still suddenly, watching, amazed and a bit shocked.
Behind him, Ace chuckled and licked along his neck.
- Looks like he likes that too…
- Shut up… Just… Keep going.
The other man obeyed, his hand twisting around Arsenal’s length, making him arch his back and whimper. He didn’t know if he wanted to buck against the fist that stroked him or rub himself against Ace’s hard-on, so exciting against his ass. Maybe - he wasn’t sure about this but in the heat of the moment it seemed like a pleasant idea - maybe he would have let him fuck the daylights out of him - but only if Toppo had been there, and, yes, on his knees.
As Ace’s hand was working faster, Arsenal watched the third man, watched him jerk off watching them, and his mind got full of images of Toppo sucking him, his lips tight around his cock, his tongue licking down to his balls, making his length wet and shiny with spit and - crap, he wasn’t going to last long like that.
- Faster, he gasped out, feeling Ace behind him nearly thrusting into him through the clothes, his moves starting to lose their rhythm as he was loosing control. They were both close, so close and Arsenal was the first to come when he saw Toppo freeing his hard-on from his pants and spilling himself on the floor, head thrown back and mouth agape and eyes tightly closed; he himself let everything go - too bad for his pants and Ace’s hand, though the younger man didn’t seem to bother as he just took the fingers to his lips and licked everything while grinding himself against Arsenal. He felt his friend stiffen then, a low growl resounding in the room, and they both stumbled against the nearest wall.
They slid to the floor, trying to catch their breath, and a quick glance to the music booth told them that Toppo was in the same state, lying on the floor with his chest heaving.
- You okay?
Arsenal smirked and watched Ace’s lips shine. He leaned over and kissed them, licking the remnants of sweat and come off them. Ace just hummed in appreciation.
***
When Jacky and Mac came back from wherever they might have been, they found five guys sleeping on the couches, apparently really tired.
Mac turned to his friend and smirked.
- Looks like Toppo’s mix of herbs was a good aphrodisiac in the end.
Jacky just rolled his eyes, wondering why the hell he let the other one spice up their friends’ drinks.
.OWARI.
******
Pairing: Gum/Johnny, Ace/Arsenal, Ace/Arsenal/Toppo, Toppo/cotton-candy, and minor Jacky/Mac. (Maru/Tacchon, Ryo/Baru, Ryo/Baru/Yasu and Hina/Yoko in Prologue of Patch)
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: AU / SMUT.
Beta: no.
Warnings: m/m relationships, rather heavy description of sex, masturbation, hot dudes.
Summary: Soon, their lives will be changing. What's left is, maybe, one night. Or maybe not.
NB: So, this one goes to Yada, Tati and Kazu, who asked for all the pairings above. Also, NEW LAYOUT! \o/
- Maybe we’ll never be able to smile again…
Johnny raised his head, leaving his glass of whiskey on the counter.
- What are you talking about?
Still holding his stick in front of him, Gum just remained emotionless, mask forgotten on one of the couches. The younger one watched him break yet another empty bottle, and reached for his drink when the thoughts in his brain became too embarrassing. Thoughts related to Gum’s bulked body and to sticks, though it wasn’t the wooden ones he was thinking about. It reminded him of some dreams he had, dreams where his friend would run is hands all over his body, breaking him to pieces into such sensual ways that his head was spinning just thinking about it.
And, uh, maybe the alcohol wasn’t helping.
- Things will get more dangerous with the time. When will we be able to enjoy ourselves again?
- You say that, he snorted, and yet you spend your time exercising.
Gum looked up and straight into Johnny’s eyes; it was burning him and leaving him speechless and something else he couldn’t describe.
- Do you have something else in mind?
There was the hint of a smile on the older man’s face, and Johnny turned back to the counter to hide his blush.
- I don’t know. Maybe we can go out and-
His sentence got lost when a strong hand gripped his forearm and made him turn around; he gasped when the stool fell, almost making him stumble as well, but in a second there was a strong and muscular body against his, holding him upright. His back was painfully digging in the counter, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when he noticed the hungry look his friend was giving him.
Cold sweat took over him, and by the time Gum finally reached out and smashed their mouths together he was already panting in apprehension. A tongue forced its way between his lips, and he couldn’t stop a moan from escaping him when the kiss deepened. He was breathless, excited and a bit scared in the same way, but stopping now was out of question.
- Are you sure you want this?
It was more a warning than a question, and Johnny shivered at the hidden promises behind the words.
- More than you can imagine, he whispered before closing the distance again, his hands finding their way under Gum’s sweat-soaked t-shirt.
***
Toppo turned on the light in the small room and smiled. The neons were bright and colorful, making him at ease. It was his space, his place, the DJ booth. The others didn’t come much here, mostly because they had their own things to think about when the Club was open, and somehow he liked it better that way. It was his area.
Adjusting his glasses on his nose, he skipped his way to the pink box under the mixing table and got a little bag out of it. Grinning, he opened it and reached inside; when his fingers came back out they were full of cotton-candy. He just had to let himself fall on the floor, his back against the case in which he kept some of his discs.
There. This was the reason he liked being here alone the most. His digits found their way to his lips, and Toppo licked them hungrily. He could have killed for cotton-candy, the sweet sugar of the treat melting on his tongue and eliciting strange feelings inside of him.
He closed his eyes and let himself go, taking more. He liked the soft texture, so light and cloudy; he liked the way it stuck to his skin and the way it dissolve in his mouth. It was like bits of sky. It was making him light-headed and happy.
His toes curled as he ate more and more, an unknown melody in his mind, a feeling of intense pleasure all over his body.
Toppo didn’t see the person watching him from the other end of the Club.
***
Ace was smart enough not to go back downstairs; the noises he heard there were a good enough hint about what was going on between Gum and Johnny. He made his way to the bar, wondering where the hell the others went, and slowed his steps when he noticed a silhouette.
For a second he wanted to ask Arsenal what the hell he was doing here, and what the freaking hell he was watching like that, but a giggle made him turn his head.
Oh, so that was the object of the older man’s attention.
Through the glassy windows of the music booth, they could clearly see Toppo, half-sprawled on the floor, apparently satisfying himself to the best with candies. It was adorable, because he had that cute smile of his on his face, but somehow it was hot too.
Ace wondered briefly up to where the deejay would go, before locking his eyes back on Arsenal. The man wasn’t aware of his presence, but he seemed rather turned on by the sight of their friend having fun on his own, and if the way he was softly pressing his hand against his bulge wasn’t clear enough the way his breath was hitching could stop any doubt.
Grinning, the younger one stealthily came closer to him before grabbing Arsenal’s waist and pulling him against his body.
- Do you need a hand baby?
- Fuck you.
It came out more as a moan though when Ace’s hand traveled down the man’s torso to stop just above his belt. Ace nipped at his friend’s earlobe, earning a gasp and a growl which went straight to his crotch, before undoing Arsenal’s pants in a swift move.
It was no surprise when his fingers reached inside and closed around a very hard shaft, finishing to turn him on. By the time he found a good way of stroking him, Arsenal was insistently rubbing his ass against him, making him hiss as their eyes were settled on the harmless form of Toppo inside his booth.
- You want him, don’t you?
The older man made a pleading noise, his eyes closing and one of his hands gripping Ace’s wrist hard enough to bruise, leading him to touch him faster.
- You want that cute face of his, you want him on his knees in front of you, right?
Arsenal tried hard to keep his noises low, but the way his body was moving and the sweat on his forehead were talking for him. Ace couldn’t help but rub himself against the offered body, his erection painfully hard by now.
He would have loved that, if you were to ask him. He would have liked to have Toppo sucking him off, looking at him with innocent doe eyes - and maybe even he would have liked to come on his glasses, to watch him stick out his tongue and try to lick it as if it was cotton-candy.
Oh yeah.
He bit Arsenal’s shoulder through his shirt to stop his moan and felt him shiver.
***
Johnny moaned and gripped the wooden surface harder. The way Gum was moving inside of him was burning, fast and hard, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure he was feeling. Bent over the counter and used like a vulgar doll, he couldn’t help the needy noises to get out of his mouth, asking for more, harder, faster, please yes like that.
He could perfectly hear Gum’s groans as he was thrusting into him, and every time he would say his name Johnny would shiver, unable to control himself anymore. It was good, more than that even; it was the best thing he ever experienced. It was like in his dreams, the ones where Gum would have him in any way he wanted, over and over again, until he would scream for mercy, his body sticking with sweat and come and his brain empty of anything else but the other man.
The dream was reality somehow, and Johnny didn’t want to ask for mercy; instead he wanted to beg for it to never stop, to keep on going. He could feel his guts twisting and he knew that he would reach his peak at a moment or another, but for now he just enjoyed the way he was being taken, his thin limbs held upright only thanks to Gum’s strong arms around his waist, his calloused hands running on his skin and his fingers playing with his nipples until he would feel like melting here and now.
The same fingers traveled down his torso, tickled his navel, and curled around his hard-on, making him slump against the counter, the need of coming getting too strong for him to hold it back.
- Let it go~
Johnny moaned at the deep voice in his ear, and it only took Gum one more hard thrust to push him over the edge, spilling himself over the other man’s fingers and the counter, his knees giving out; his nails scratched the counter’s surface but his hands didn’t find the strength to hold on the wooden sides anymore, and he all but fell into Gum’s arms, his breath erratic and his sight blurry.
He almost missed the moment when the older one climaxed, a few seconds later, coming deep inside of him, making him moan softly at the feeling of his cock throbbing against his inner walls.
What happened directly after this, Johnny didn’t really know; he just knew that he closed his eyes, feeling good in Gum’s warm embrace.
***
Toppo opened his eyes, a bit surprised. He was sure he heard something - a moan, out of all possible sounds - but he was sure to be alone in-
He blinked and gaped.
On the other side of the dancefloor, he could see Arsenal, mouth open in a silent cry, his body waving against someone else’s own body - was it Ace? - and a foreign hand inside his pants, moving in a way that left nothing to imagination. The way they were standing, Toppo felt as if they have been watching him, and his whole body felt suddenly unbearably hot at this idea.
What if they actually were watching him? Peeping on him eating cotton-candy? Maybe one or the other passed by, saw him, stopped and started to jerk off - and maybe they were talking together and then they saw and launched at each other. He could imagine Arsenal getting worked up and grab Ace’s hand and push it toward his pants, in a silent order to do something about it. He wondered if they would push things forward. If they would fuck. In his mind, as his free hand reached into his lose pants, he could see Arsenal, his long hairs framing his handsome face, a sadistic smirk on his lips as Ace, under him, would wail and ask for more and scratch his back, their hips moving in perfect sync.
He winced as he bit his lips too hard, his hand going slow and tight around his cock. This was a nice fantasy, but the real thing was even better. Seeing them, like that, so close… He thought about joining, walking to them and kiss them both, maybe touching them and make them touch him in return, but somehow it was better that way.
Toppo’s grip on himself tightened even more as his eyes met other eyes.
Yeah, it was better that way.
***
Arsenal stood still suddenly, watching, amazed and a bit shocked.
Behind him, Ace chuckled and licked along his neck.
- Looks like he likes that too…
- Shut up… Just… Keep going.
The other man obeyed, his hand twisting around Arsenal’s length, making him arch his back and whimper. He didn’t know if he wanted to buck against the fist that stroked him or rub himself against Ace’s hard-on, so exciting against his ass. Maybe - he wasn’t sure about this but in the heat of the moment it seemed like a pleasant idea - maybe he would have let him fuck the daylights out of him - but only if Toppo had been there, and, yes, on his knees.
As Ace’s hand was working faster, Arsenal watched the third man, watched him jerk off watching them, and his mind got full of images of Toppo sucking him, his lips tight around his cock, his tongue licking down to his balls, making his length wet and shiny with spit and - crap, he wasn’t going to last long like that.
- Faster, he gasped out, feeling Ace behind him nearly thrusting into him through the clothes, his moves starting to lose their rhythm as he was loosing control. They were both close, so close and Arsenal was the first to come when he saw Toppo freeing his hard-on from his pants and spilling himself on the floor, head thrown back and mouth agape and eyes tightly closed; he himself let everything go - too bad for his pants and Ace’s hand, though the younger man didn’t seem to bother as he just took the fingers to his lips and licked everything while grinding himself against Arsenal. He felt his friend stiffen then, a low growl resounding in the room, and they both stumbled against the nearest wall.
They slid to the floor, trying to catch their breath, and a quick glance to the music booth told them that Toppo was in the same state, lying on the floor with his chest heaving.
- You okay?
Arsenal smirked and watched Ace’s lips shine. He leaned over and kissed them, licking the remnants of sweat and come off them. Ace just hummed in appreciation.
***
When Jacky and Mac came back from wherever they might have been, they found five guys sleeping on the couches, apparently really tired.
Mac turned to his friend and smirked.
- Looks like Toppo’s mix of herbs was a good aphrodisiac in the end.
Jacky just rolled his eyes, wondering why the hell he let the other one spice up their friends’ drinks.
.OWARI.
******