[FIC] IMAIXSELF - BUCK-TICK - WET AND SHINY - ONESHO
Title: Wet and Shiny
Band: Buck Tick
Pairing: ImaiXself
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation
Disclaimer: In my basement. Not mine!
Summary: But he kept playing the chords, even as hands brushed his back.
Beta: alta13
Word Count: 534
Comments: Okay, so it was Imai's birthday a little over a week ago...*fails* Sorry Imai! Anyways, that's what this is, his b-day fic. Yes, it is short. What can you do? I was pressed for time and I wanted to get it out before November. *making excuses* So, I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Douzo!
The stage lights blinded him, he couldn’t see the fans, the staff, even the band he was onstage with. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his eyes so he could see again, but it didn’t help. He kept playing the chords, not messing anything up. Then he heard the vocals getting louder, coming in his direction. He hoped, just this once that Atsushi wouldn’t grope him.
But he kept playing the chords, even as hands brushed his back. He knew that his face must remain neutral though, and that he couldn’t give anything away. That was just the way he was. Those devilish hands snaked over his sides and onto his chest, stroking.
And no chord was skipped. Even when he felt a distinct tightening in his pants, he kept on playing. He was thankful for the guitar being in front of his crotch. He still couldn’t see, hadn’t seen for over an hour now and it was driving him insane. Atsushi’s voice was intoxicatingly sexy and beautiful at the same time. It only added to the pressure in his now-too-tight pants. Finally, those hands were off of him, and that voice wasn’t in his ear anymore. He sighed, thankful, but also distressed that he was gone.
He went back to dancing to his own beat and the chords came easier. As soon as the final chord was played, and the lights had gone dim, he ran backstage and into the bathroom. His erection was painful now and he wanted it taken care of before the encore. He quickly got into a stall and locked the door. Hastily he undid his pants, pulling out his throbbing length. He sighed as his own fingers wrapped around the base and he began to stroke his sex. He knew he had to hurry, they needed to be out for the encore soon and the others would be wondering where he was.
His strokes became faster as he thought of those hands on him, that deep, seductive voice singing the pants off anyone who would listen.. And how could you not listen? That voice was addicting, as was the man himself. He was so beautiful, those eyes so dark and always looking like they were about to spill tears, they oozed sex and sadness. Those were the eyes that could get you to do anything. And that mouth, so full and perfect.
He could only imagine what Atsushi could do with that mouth. His breaths became pants as he thought of him. It was making him crazy, and now he couldn’t see again because his eyes had shut. He came violently on the stall door and his own hand.
Quickly he redid his pants and unlocked the stall door so he could go out and wash his hands. He took a deep breath and left the bathroom, the staff could deal with his mess. He went to the area that lead to the stage, the rest of the band was waiting for him. They stared at him expectantly. Atsushi frowned. “What took so long?” he asked.
He shrugged. “Let’s do this.”
Owaru!