Gift fic for asinful
To: asinful
From: snoozing_kitten
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: but what i really want to know is- are you gonna go my way?
Pairing/Group: Shige/Ryo/Koyama + NewS
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Threesome
Notes: I sincerely apologize for the change in style half way through!
Summary: Something is wrong with Koyama and Shige’s too busy to figure it out, and when things get out of hand Ryo has no choice but to step in.
The lights flashed -electronic heartbeat- neon dancing against the inky black cosmos, the universe’s own starlight show paled in comparison. Lovers walking in Shibuya, how completely contrite and unbelievably cliché, Shige pressed his hat down and pushed his glasses further up his nose in the same motion. Two idols shopping together, not something completely unusual either, but when you take A and add B, the sum is like something totally unexpected. Yet, Shige though wryly, imagined across Japan if the fanboards were any indication.
Damn filthy minded high school girls anyways (he’d be out of a job without them, it was a bit of a love-hate relationship).
Ryo was being rather silent, ogling the mannequins in the windows and their strange peacock-bright plumage, almost as interesting as some of the other pedestrians. Ryo sort of liked walking down here, because he wasn’t the strangest thing to be seen, and sometime he could even hold Shige’s hand while they strolled in the fake day-glo surrealistic scenery without being noticed. Not that he’d admit to openly about the latter opinion, having a tough and manly face to keep up and all.
Usually at least one of them was talking, Shige filling the space between them with words, endless, useless words. Lawyers liked words, long words and short words and words that no one else understands, so Shige too did like words. Ryo squinted at a girl wearing too much lace, and one orange striped knee sock, while the other was purple with polka dots, and she chose to dress like this? Not in the least forced by some sadist-cum-fashion designer paid to abuse sparkly sequin suits, not to mention the boys on the other end. It was almost too much to believe.
“I want to look in here.” Nothing Ryo ever said was posed as a question, boundless self-confidence was in equal parts annoying and endearing. Shige nodded along, trailing after the older man as he ducked into one of the fashion stores. There were always birthdays to shop for, and Ryo’s barely hidden shoppoholic-syndrome loved it like nothing else. Being the awesome boyfriend he was, Shige bugged him endlessly about it -on national television if possible- and then he had to put out to calm Ryo the jilted monster. Usually it was a ploy, a means to an end that included rough almost angry sex that he enjoyed oh so much.
Shige sighed to himself, ignoring Ryo’s look of bliss as he took to the shelves as fast as he could while making it look like he didn’t want to be there. His awkward almost jolting walk was usually enough to bring an indulgent smile to Shige’s lips, Ryo after all tried so hard that it was cute, but tonight he wasn’t even watching. You know who else loved to shop? Gets almost the exact same glazed over expression as he runs over-loving fingers across fabric of all textures and colours (he likes the soft things in darker, autumn colours). Koyama. Shige’s own homosexual life partner, in a non-sexual kind of way, since he’s already got one of those. He’s the best kind of friend he could ask for, supportive, talkative, optimistic, funny, and he just sort of shrugged that first time he caught Shige with his hands down Ryo’s pants, turning around and walking the other direction.
That’s a real friend right there.
They would often take trips together, sitting in a coffee shop with their pile of purchases, laughing and joking around with each other over steaming mugs and ignoring the click-snick of mobile phone cameras going off. He sort of figured he would be one of the ones that didn’t make it if not for Koyama, you know the ones who are there, cute and chubby as a junior, but you never really see them again, nameless and next to faceless, just a back-up dancing shadow really. Together, they’ve made it this far, and Shige figured that they had a ways to go before either was really satisfied. Koyama after all was the kind of person who’d give you his kidney if you said you needed it. And after a few years; the mostly disturbing thought occurred to Shige, that he too would give up a kidney for Koyama. If friendship could be counted in kidneys anyways.
Body parts aside, recently something was off with Koyama. Nothing big, but enough to set off Shige’s Kei-chan senses tingling. Of course he didn’t know what, and Koyama would rather keel over dead then burden someone else with his problems- he was sort of stupid that way.
“Do you like this? Hey.” Ryo shoved his shoulder and Shige jolted, thoughts slipping from his ears and spilling across the floor, he blinked in the harsh light and narrowed his eyes at Ryo in question.
“What?”
“I said ‘do you like this?’” Ryo rolled his eyes, and like totally duh, you’re a moron kind of way -valley girl tone and all. He gave the shirt in question a critical eye, deep red, usually that colour looked nice against Ryo’s skin, he nodded curtly. With an annoyed huff, that clearly stated ‘if I didn’t like you so much I’d hit you’ Ryo moved back to the clothing at hand. Shige devoted his considerable mental powers to trying to reign in his scattered thoughts.
Ryo was going through the farthest rack, fingers skittering appraisingly over the shirts. When he picked something out usually it came with a face attached to it, a mental tag that said, you know YamaPi would love this, or this is totally Jin’s style. His fingers lingered over this one, everything screaming at him to buy it, black with splashes of checker-pattern and skulls, completely unintelligible English across the bottom, but it looked cool anyways. He wouldn’t just present it to Shige, because that would be overstepping the invisible macho-man boundaries and he couldn’t just do that. So he’d do what he does with all the clothing he buys Shige -slip it into his laundry. Sneaky and cool. Putting it over his arm, he deemed it about time to find his next target, and drag annoying quiet Shige along with him.
After about an hour Ryo was fed right the fuck up to there. Annoyed with the fact that here, now, in these few precious moments he could fit into a schedule that barely allows him time to breath and sleep, and Shige’s not even really here with him. Slowly creeping into his tone real venom in the fake barbs, and real malice in the joking comments. So far his oh-so-intuitive lover was completely oblivious -what a total jerk-off.
“God. Those are so fake.” Ryo sneered, leering at some girl’s breasts, showcased in a low cut shirt. Her boyfriend’s arm was around her waist, squeezed tiny with a wide belt; and he kept sneaking peeks down her shirt. You’re not going to find heaven there buddy, just a crap-load of silicon- the jiggly-wiggly stuff that separated Barbie there from the average Jane.
“Yeah.” Shige gave a brief glance over at the couple, and then shifted his eyes back to the street on the other side of their window seat. They had a conversation going before the food came, but it broke down pretty quickly. See that he still didn’t have Shige’s interest he changed topics.
“What do you think of that?” Shige nodded across the way where the people parted occasionally and a familiar face stared back at them, over and over, the same ad plastering an entire ply-board wall.
“God, he’s like a paper-cut out of a whore.” Ryo narrowed his eyes, and YamaPi’s face looked back at him impassive and impassive and impassive… “It’s everywhere.” Telling them to buy Toshiba. Toshiba. Toshiba. Toshiba, you get the point.
“That doesn’t even make sense.” Shige sighed.
“Whatever.” Ryo took a sip from his green tea, and resolutely did not pout.
“Is something bothering you?” Shige sounded genuinely curious, and for a moment Ryo was almost annoyed enough to flip him off, yes right there in the middle of the noodle-house.
“No.”
“Good.” Shige rolled his eyes, and continued eating ignoring Ryo’s obviously ‘not-all-right’ behavior. Seriously, he was acting like a child, which is fine when it comes from YamaPi, but Ryo’s usually at least a little more mature. Well if Ryo wanted to be fine, he too could be just fine. “Want to go to the cinema after?”
“No.” Ryo took a long drink from his tea. “I want to buy Massu a hat.”
“A hat?” Shige frowned, his forehead crinkling a little as he fought to remember if he was missing a very important date.
“Yes a hat.” It was Ryo’s turn to roll his eyes, drumming his fingers on the tabletop and generally looking prissy. “I forgot his other hat on the plane, remember?” Shige had been so dead tired, every single fiber of his being just melting into the seat to catch an hour of sleep that he didn’t even remember take-off. So he just sort of nodded, Ryo would assume he knew what he was talking about. “So I need to buy him a new one.”
“Of course.” Whatever you say Ryo-chan.
They crashed through the front door, Shige trying to pin Ryo down with his greater mass, and Ryo proving just a little too evasive. His back hit the wall making the end table rattle, giving a sound to their barely tamed violence. “Would you stop wiggling?” Shige grit out, pressing one of his thighs between Ryo’s, the smaller man wiggling until he was rubbing his crotch against it and making breathy little sounds. “Oh fuck.”
“Well yeah.” Ryo bit the line of his jaw lightly, fingers clutching at the back of his jacket. “Now get on with it already.”
“You’re so demanding.” Shige pressed against him harder, grinding up against his tummy while providing rough friction. Ryo bit his neck, sharp teeth stung -damn vampire. They writhed together, completely uncoordinated and without out any rhythm at all, their dance teacher would be horrified to see them now, for more then just the obvious reasons- although Ryo does have his suspicions about him.
Shige tossed his head back moaning loud enough that the neighbors were probably going ‘bloody hell, not again.’ Because yeah, when they are alone together Shige has trouble keeping his hands out of Ryo’s pants- it doesn’t help when he does that thing where he runs his tongue along his teeth and goes all hazy-eyed. Ryo the damn loveable nympho. His jacket hit the ground, the over sized buttons making a loud clatter, and he only has half a breath to lament and his t-shirt is roughly being pulled over his head, catching on his watch before Ryo was upon him once again.
“You better get the rest off now, or I’m doing this without you.” Ryo snarled; voice caught between breathless and gravel-low.
“I’d like to see you try.” He stumbled when two hands firm on his chest shoved him back and off his band-mate, Ryo snorted inelegantly and turned away from him making a beeline for the bedroom. He toed off his own shoes and tossed his jacket on the couch as he passed through. Shaking his head and running a hand through his short hair Shige sighed and picked up his discarded t-shirt throwing it on the couch as well.
“Well come on.” Ryo was sitting up against the headboards; legs spread artlessly, completely naked, pale flush spilling down his throat and across his chest. Shige though that Ryo had never looked hotter, not even decked out in designer fashions with his face almost completely painted on did he ever look so utterly delectable. “Hurry the fuck up.” One lazy hand trailed down his chest, teasing lightly over the muscles in his abs, reaching out to curl around his dick flushed red and engorged with blood.
“Don’t” He grabbed the other man’s wrist just as fingers brushed their destination, he could feel the grind of bone just under his fingers and it sent a shiver racing down his spine. Dark eyes met his, Ryo’s narrowed with challenge, a smirk on his thin lips.
“Make me.”
Shige always did like a challenge.
Sometimes he wished he could have a normal girlfriend and lead a normal life, instead of the hectic life of an idol and the twisted love affair he had going with his band mate. That feeling lasted usually only long enough for Ryo to come back from activities with Kanjani 8 and for them to fuck at least twice, then everything was all squared away again. Right now, they were better then squared away; it was a square with their names written in cursive surrounded by loopy hearts.
“Fuck.” Ryo’s spine curved, the lines converging at his tight ass raised invitingly as he clawed at the bed sheets, Shige’s eyes drawn towards where two of his fingers slipped in and out. That pink pucker gripping him tight, drawing him deeper, Ryo moaning through clenched teeth making his ache with need. “Dammit Shige.” Ryo gone whiny-rough, and he smirked; biting into the smooth curve of Ryo’s ass feeling the other man’s entire body jolt. Patience really was a virtue Ryo needed to learn more of- because gay sex with your band mate is just oh so very virtuous usually.
“Relax.” He pressed a hot kiss to the abused skin, tonguing the indentations his teeth left.
“Now.” He whined, that tone right at the edge of desperate and ’I’m going to flip you over and do it the hell myself’ which was about as far as Shige could push him without risking serious harm when Ryo took his eventual revenge. Slipping his fingers free -having worked his way up to three just because he liked the way Ryo seemed to start vibrating as he pushed them roughly in, finger fucking him with just the right pressure and crook of his wrist, and curl of his fingers.
Condom slick-slide saved a messy clean up later; smooth latex slipping down over his skin and it took a the rest of his self control -he’s patient but Ryo’s the greatest test yet- not to linger on his own touch. He’s so hard he could probably hammer with it, assuming he ever wanted to do something so stupid -as he’d much rather nail Ryo. The older man spread his knees further, lifting up, snarling something unintelligible, just enough preparation. Sensation exploding like gunfire down his spine, all his impressive mental powers focused completely on tightsofuckinghotgodsotight. Ryo arched back against him, setting up a quick and punishing tempo. Heat flushed through his body, sweat beading under his hair, he drove harder and faster, Ryo moaning counterpoint to his own deep voice.
Fingers hooked into the sheets, if he were stronger or the sheets weaker they would have been torn to ribbons by now. Pinned down and open by Shige’s hands on his hips, palms almost burning hot on the curve of his hipbones using the grip to pull him back against sharp thrusts. Moving so deep inside; Ryo will be able to feel it the next day sitting on the train listening to his ipod, looking out the window and imagining Shige fucking him just like this all over again. His brain turned to jelly and pulsed down his veins settling low in his belly with the rest of him, everything balancing on the knifepoint of orgasm. All it took was one of his hands, palm already slick with perspiration, cupping over the head curling his fingers around the shaft and it was just too fucking much.
Ryo stilled, his whole body caught for a moment in bliss before spilling over, moaning loudly and splashing hot semen across the bed sheets. Holding on and riding him like a rodeo-star; his own moan trapped in his chest, coming out as a feral growl. Hip snap thrust hard, Ryo’s body not quite limp against the sheets, pulling him deeper harder- oh fuck right there. Hitting him like a flashover; everything igniting and surging forward; pinpoint of clarity and it’s washing over him and wringing him dry.
They liked to snuggle, well Ryo did, and Shige was caught between afterglow and sticky so he let the smaller man curl around him. “Night.” Ryo slurred against his chest and Shige rolled his eyes.
“Don’t sleep you’re all sweaty and my bed is gross.”
“…” With a huff Shige wiggled out of Ryo’s grip and set about properly getting ready for bed.
--
Shige got bored and sort of horny really fast when Ryo left. It had been a week now, Ryo off with his other band; he called and Shige found a quiet place to jerk off over while he bit his palm to stay silent -of course Ryo always knew, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Koyama you’re taking a long time to get this, are you feeling okay?” The dance teacher was right up in the tall man’s personal space; hand resting on his shoulder.
“Of course, I’m sorry- I’ll work harder.” One more critical once over, as if he could find what was wrong just by reading it off his low riding sweat pants and ridiculous pink shirt. “I’m fine really.”
“Alright.” He didn’t look convinced, but when Koyama gave you that soft sweet smile there was no choice but to agree with him and move right along.
It smoothly progressed from just Shige thinking something was off to everyone harassing Koyama. For which he, of course, nodded and reassured everyone he was indeed fine, just feeling a little under the weather. ‘You must have done something really terrible to get sick so often’, the stylist joked and Koyama laughed along with her. They all remember the tour, and how pathetic Koyama gets when he’s sick- and really ‘he must have been a mass murdered to deserve getting that sick again so soon.’
Had he been focused a little less on his dick and thinking a little more with his upstairs brain he might have caught Koyama’s lie -he was after all supposed to be the smart one.
Four days later, they were two down, from six to four. YamaPi sitting on the sofa, sunglasses perched on his head, legs cross flipping through a magazine. Massu and Tego were on the other sofa sitting close enough so that they could share a pair of headphones watching something on the ipod between them.
Koyama was apparently sick enough to be exempt from vocal practice that day- probably at home going over the lyrics during the commercial breaks in dramas anyways. Shige found the blank space in his rap sort of distressing; everyone waiting the required beats for Koyama’s part to end before chugging on like an unstoppable train.
The day after that, they were back up to five. Ryo amusing himself by pulling Massu’s hair every time he tried to raise chopsticks to his mouth making him miss and spill rice down his shirt. Tego of course found this hilarious and was giggling uncontrollably at the other boy’s expense, Massu getting more and more disgruntled as his meat slipped back into the bowl; Ryo having pushed his arm this time. If it was because Ryo was harassing him or because he got grumpy when he was hungry was yet to be seen.
“Koyama’s still not feeling better?” YamaPi draped an arm across Shige’s shoulders, smirking when Massu tried to stab Ryo’s hand with his chopsticks next, if he wasn’t careful it would be the eye next time. Sometimes Shige didn’t put Massu above cannibalism - he saw him eat a package of pretzels he found under the seat in their bus when he was starving once. Not quite knowing the answer -after all Ryo got back the evening before, and they spent the entire time celebrating, and then sleeping like the dead. He’d forgot to check-up on Koyama. He just shrugged.
“Ask him yourself.”
Ryo was wincing, having taken a punch to the ribs from Massu who was practically snarling, shoveling his cheeks chipmunk-full of food. He thought Tego might break something laughing, even YamaPi ever -whom normally can’t be bothered to take interest in other people- was chuckling. It seemed sort of empty without Koyama running intercept, soothing Massu by relinquishing his pudding or giving mock scolding looks at Ryo.
Another day still, they had a photo shoot to attend. Meaning Koyama had to show- death’s bed or not photographers don’t wait up. It was just starting to fade from summer to the autumn, and he wore a scarf pulled up over his face and a sweater. “Battling a snow storm?” He asked and Koyama laughed, voice high and slightly breathless.
“Is it too early?” He looked down at the sleeves that overlapped his hands.
“A bit.” Shige nudged him and Koyama just shrugged.
“Shige, you’re next in make-up.” Massu announced loudly, hair still tied back away from his face, plain grey shirt -for once, but only long enough to get make-up and hair done, then it’ll be back to dizzying pattern and colour. “Hurry, she seems to be a in a bad mood today.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Shige clapped Koyama on the shoulder and got a smile in return.
They break for lunch, because there are unions of pop-stars that state you can only make them go for so long without feeding them, that or they were worth too much to let shrivel away. Possibly could be because Massu and Tego begged, and looked pathetic and hungry until the staff all called a break for food. Either way, Shige was glad because his stomach was about ready to start digesting itself out of desperation.
Ryo was sitting next to him, bumping shoulders occasionally, and generally giving off that ‘I’m happy- the world bows to my feet’ vibe. Koyama sat across from him, legs crossed and bento box balanced on one leg, he was talking, both hands flapping as he babbled, chopsticks left resting untouched in his pocket.
“She actually threw up in my shoe.” Referring of course to his cat, and not any woman he’s met with the habit of defiling his precious shoes. “I wasn’t sure how to clean it, but I loved those shoes.”
“That’s gross.”
“Well yeah, it was my shoes.”
By the end -many hours later- Koyama looks pale as a sheet, sitting in the corner, eyes closed breathing deep and even. Oddly enough it was Ryo who was sitting next to him, glaring at anyone who came over to disturb them- like one of those guard dogs (a tiny cute guard dog, but he’ll bit your hand if you said so). Shige smiled fondly watching them, his two favourite people together sitting so peaceful and calm.
Shige took the keys to Koyama’s car, waving cheerfully at YamaPi and Tego as they left. The taller boy protested, but was physically shoved into the passenger seat, too weak and tired to really put up a fight. The headlights for his own car reflecting in the rearview mirror- Ryo behind the wheel tailing them.
“So how are you feeling now?” He looked at Koyama out of the corner of his eye; the tall man was slumped against the window watching Tokyo fly by as they whipped along the highway.
“Fine.” No more smiles, just slack jaw and deep bags under his eyes. Shige narrowed his eyes, fingers tightened on the wheel.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Awkward silence, and it’s strange because Koyama is one of his closest friends and silence with him was usually never awkward. This one was full and fat with things left unsaid, and Shige really had no clue how to get them to spill. Usually when Koyama had a secret, he vibrated with it, and all it took was a little cunning and the older man was flailing and telling him everything. This time there wasn’t vibrating, in fact he looked sullen.
“Koyama?”
“I’m just tired, sorry.” His smile looked almost painful for him, straining at his colourless cheeks.
“Yeah, okay.” Shige looked back at the road, and tried not to think that it hurt when Koyama cut him out like that. Really, if not for him, who else did Koyama have?
“I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” They were parked in the garage for Koyama’s apartment building, Shige’s car was idling behind them, Ryo bopping his head along with the radio -muffled sound slipping out the barely open window.
“Rest up.”
“I will.” With that promise and another half smile Koyama took back his car keys and slung his pack across his chest heading for the elevator.
“What’s wrong with him?” Ryo cocked his head to the side, reaching out to turn down the volume, craning his neck to look behind them as he threw the car in reverse. There was a lot of things you could accuse Ryo of, being a bit of a jackass the most prominent, but unobservant wasn’t one of them.
“I really don’t know.” He paused, words catching in his throat, he’s been spending a lot of his free time with Ryo since they got together, and they spent most of that limited free time fucking. Leaving Koyama to his own devices - in itself a dangerous- and Koyama wasn’t going to complain that he was being ignored. Guilt settled in his belly, a solid weight to an intangible emotion. “I.” How could he tell Ryo without making him feel bad?
“Stop being stupid.” Ryo snarled at him, risking a glance at him, before looking back at the road. “I know what you’re thinking. You know Koyama better then that- he wouldn’t be angry at you for spending time with me.” Scarily observant in fact, or he just knew him far too well. “If he won’t tell you what’s wrong, then he has his own reasons.”
He sighed, tapping his fingers absently on the armrest, short nails biting into the faux leather. “I’m still worried about him.”
“We all are, baby.” They were stopped at a red light and Ryo took the opportunity to knot his hands in Shige’s hair pulling him into a fierce kiss so fast his seatbelt locked. Appropriately distracted Shige sat back with a small smile on his face.
--
Koyama sighed, pressing his palm to his forehead trying to get the throbbing to settle, if only for a little anyways. He needed to get over this quick, everyone else kept asking him what was wrong and he just wouldn’t be a burden for them. After all look what happened last time.
His stomach clenched with the thought trying to force out food that wasn’t there.
Left standing alone, trying to pick of the pieces of his broken heart, knowing full well he was supposed prepared for this. After all he’d found the signs, knew that he was being betrayed and that they were slipping apart long before the finale, unable to do anything. ‘Koyama, you’re much too sensitive.’ Maybe, next time he would listen.
Frowning, and rubbing absently at his stomach. “Why are you so weird?” He asked his empty apartment absently.
His cell-phone rang, Ai Uta filling in the sound, louder then the television shrill and incapable of being missed. He flipped it up and blinked at the caller-id. “Hello, Ryo?”
“Have you eaten dinner yet?”
“What?”
“Dinner.”
“…No.” Forehead crinkled in confusion, squinting at Ryo’s face from the magazine sitting on his coffee table as if it could really explain things to him.
“Then let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To get dinner.” Ryo had that tone again, the one that managed to imply without out any effort from him that you were the stupidest thing to ever crawl out of the evolutionary pool.
“Oh.”
“I know this really good noodle shop, it’s in Shibuya, you can help me pick out a new hat for Massu. After all Shige is useless at it -some kind of smart person he is. I’ll be by in a bit to pick you up okay?”
“Yeah sure.” Koyama agreed- Ryo after all was the type of person who left you no choice but to comply or risk the fallout.
“Great see you then. Bye.”
“Bye.” The line went dead and Koyama lowered his mobile to stare at it oddly. It wasn’t common for Ryo to seek him out personally, probably had something to do with Shige. Maybe they were fighting and he needed advice? Possibly an anniversary and he needed to know what to get for Shige, who else would you go to for that other then Koyama?!
Feeling content and more needed then any time in the past week he went to fix his hair and get dressed for going out with Ryo.
They chatted about all sorts of things on the way there, Koyama being a good passenger and not touching the radio, sitting demurely with his hands folded on his lap. Hat pulled over fly-away blond hair, long-sleeved pale pink shirt and a brown vest- at least Ryo wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with him like when he had lunch with Subaru or Yasuda.
They went to the place with the wall of YamaPi ads, Ryo pointing them out to Koyama- who was good naturedly amused by the fact that YamaPi was staring at them eating. He watched with critical eyes, as Koyama’s food went back mostly uneaten. They were put on some crazy diets sometimes, when a drama called for such things, but not eating was strictly forbidden. The last thing management wanted was their boys collapsing into heaps everywhere from malnutrition. Wouldn’t that be a scandal? ‘Johnny’s boys spend more on flashy jewelry then food, starving, buy albums and we might just feed them.’ Ryo snickered to himself, amused by the thought.
“So.” Ryo stated, having paid both their bills out of the kindness of his black black heart. “When are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Wrong? There is nothing wrong.” Koyama smiled at him, dismissive hand gesture and everything. “Don’t you dare lie to me- I’ll hurt you. Hey, let’s go in there.” He pointed down the street to the store with the biggest gaudiest ‘SALE ON NOW’ sign. Confused, Koyama agreed.
--
Shige sighed, thinking about Koyama. No matter what Ryo said, he was still responsible, him and Koyama? They were kidney buddies after all, and that kind of friendship demanded total disclosure! Ignoring the fact that he kept Ryo a secret as long as possible, and he really hadn’t been upholding his end of their friendship well lately.
Thinking about Koyama, Ryo, kidneys, and sex he pressed the button for the lift. Ryo and sex were pretty normal, Koyama also was normal -there were a few more unmentionable fantasies that included all of the above minus the kidney aspect.
He turned the key in the lock, and technically this was Ryo’s apartment, but when they have time, they like to be together, as most young couples are known to do. He toed off his shoes; the television was on in the living room, and everything else was silent. Stepping into the living room his heart almost stopped when he stepped around the wall and found Ryo sitting on the couch watching him. Holding a hand to his chest, and trying to get his heart back down to normal, he caught sight of golden brown hair.
“What?!” For a moment he couldn’t put the picture together, it just didn’t work, A + B didn’t equal C, it was more like OMG. Koyama was curled into a tiny ball on the couch, head pillowed in Ryo’s lap fast asleep.
“Shh, you’ll wake him.” Shige opened his mouth to say something, closed it again and promptly bit his tongue. The pain didn’t wake him up so he wasn’t sleeping. “He just fell asleep.” Shige nodded like that made a lot of sense, Koyama after all took naps on Ryo all the time.
He stared, sort of transfixed as Ryo arched his back, his hips, all while wiggling, and used his natural flexibility; and quite a bit of upper body strength to slide out from under Koyama without waking him. Impressed, and still mildly disturbed he followed his shorter lover into the kitchen.
“Shige.” Ryo pinned him with dark eyes and under any other circumstance he didn’t mind being pinned by Ryo, eyes or not. “Did you know Koyama was seeing someone?”
“Someone?” He racked his brain, pushing aside test questions and random bits of knowledge; looking for anything Koyama might have told him. “I think, he mentioned it a few times, but not since; it’s been months now.”
“To make a long, and really sort of pointless story short. He got dumped.” Ryo cocked his hip leaning back against the counter. He tapped his fingers against his mouth. “You of all people should know that he doesn’t take that sort of thing well. He’s special.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Koyama was standing in the doorway, hair rumpled, eyes still red from crying, but shy curve of his lips made Shige feel instantly better.
“Freak.” Ryo sighed.
“Kei.” Shige took a hesitant step forwards. “You could have told me you know. You’re really stupid sometimes.” The tall man looked sheepish, staring down at the checkerboard pattern of the kitchen floor.
“I. You were too happy.”
“Don’t be an idiot.” Shige was right up in his face now, causing Koyama to go cross-eyed to look at him.
“Shige?”
“Do you know how worried about you I got?”
“S-sorry.” Koyama took a step back, after all Ryo was standing right there watching them with a tiny smirk. “I’ll try and not be an idiot next time.” Nodding like it’s a promise he could keep.
Something was blooming in his chest and in his stomach an eerily familiar feeling, suddenly seen in a different context. Protectiveness, because Koyama really could be an airhead sometimes, camaraderie and affection mixing in, all together swelling and ebbing with the steady beat of his heart. So close, so right there, and he pulled away grinning at Koyama’s confused expression.
“Shige.” Ryo cut in, having contented himself to watch up to this point. “Just kiss him.”
“What?” Looking adorably confused, Koyama swiveled from Shige to Ryo and back to Shige. Then he saw nothing more but a close up of Shige’s as he was grabbed, and soft lips pressed against his own. As far as kisses went it wasn’t too great, with Koyama too freaked out to react, and Shige still caught in his impulsive movement. Ryo almost choked on his laugh, trying not to ruin the moment. Settling his hands awkwardly on Shige’s hips he closed his eyes, and tried to relax.
“You know Koyama.” Ryo’s voice was a lot closer then he expected and Koyama jumped. “Just let us take care of you, right Shige?”
“Hmm.” Shige pressed his face against Koyama’s neck, kissing softly at the tanned skin.
“I’m okay with being your rebound.” Ryo leaned in close, resting his sharp chin on Koyama’s shoulder. “We just want you to feel better.”
“You’re both crazy.”
“Probably.” Ryo agreed easily, grinning at him.
Later Koyama would say it was a moment of complete insanity, because normal people don’t usually agree to have threesomes with their best friend to get over a cheating boyfriend and oh, it’s sort of hard to think with Shige biting his ear like that. Not thinking about things like how weird this was, or what work was going to be like after this thing, knowing what it felt like to have both of them kissing him. No he was already thinking with his downstairs brain about what an awesome friend Shige really was.
“I just cleaned the kitchen. We’re not getting it dirty.” Ryo growled, sound muffled by Shige’s shoulder where he had pulled the loose shirt away. Six legs; trying to fit in the space of one person, like some sort of giant bug, tripping over itself; Koyama giggling the entire way. Breathless, amused, and horny he tipped backwards onto Ryo’s bed, bouncing a little as he settled.
“So we’re really going to do this?” He licked his bottom lip looking up at them through his blond bangs.
“I’d say so.” Ryo shifted his weight to his other foot leaning into Shige’s space. “Wouldn’t you?” Shige nodded, head floppy, caught between watching Koyama and Ryo, and working really hard not to think about it. When he though too hard, things stopped making sense, so he just put his brain on mute and followed Ryo’s lead -despite popular belief he really could do that. He followed Ryo right into a scorching kiss, opening his mouth so the smaller man could lick along his teeth, moaning at the sensation.
Narrow eyes gone wide, that one time he caught them already paled in comparison to this -mostly because at that time he had been trying really hard to look at anything but them, and this time he couldn’t look away. Shige fisting his hands in the material of Ryo’s shirt, allowing Ryo to try and eat him from the inside out, the shorter man more then happy to do so. He could probably get off nice and easy just sitting here watching them do their thing, a little pull here, and a tug there- and it’d be over with head spinning speed.
Shige it seemed had different plans, falling on him; and tugging at his shirt and placing sloppy kisses against his cheek. Pinned to the bed in a most uncomfortable fashion Koyama arched back up against Shige trying to untangle their legs and secretly wishing it had been Ryo -if only because he was lighter. Then Shige shifted up, moving so he was in the cradle of Koyama’s hips and they were kissing, and for a moment it was perfect. Flat planes of their body pressed together, tight as two people could possibly be, Shige’s tongue flicking across his lips, and his belt buckle digging into his tummy; just enough sensation to keep him in the here and now. They rolled across the bed, Koyama ending on top, knees to each side of Shige’s hips looking down at him and smiling, it was the same smile as when they were fooling around in the dressing room sticking pins in each other’s hair to make it stand on end.
Leaning down he kissed a line along Shige’s jaw, flicking his tongue against the underside with a soft purring sound. Button snap and zipper rasp, Shige lifted himself on his elbows forcing Koyama back on his folded legs, both of them twisting to watch Ryo. Now with an audience he smirked at him, flinging his shirt to the side, and wiggling out of his white undershirt, hips rolling, skinny chest covered in freckles, Shige’s mouth almost watering thinking about kissing each and every one of them. Jeans undone and just clinging to his legs, he twisted and they slipped down, pooling at his knees. Discarded, leaving Ryo standing confidently in his black boxer briefs and nothing else, the line of his cock stretching the cotton.
The bed dipped with Ryo’s added weight, a bit of a tight squeeze with three people, a good thing none of them where by any standards large. Nimble fingers lifting the hem of Koyama’s shirt, surprisingly gentle kisses pressed to the soft skin just under his ear. With a soft laugh Koyama lifted his arms allowing Ryo to pull away the shirt and throw it wherever it was he threw his own. Breath caught in Shige’s throat, looking up the long long long lines of Koyama’s chest, he’s seen it before; after all Koyama worked for the muscle he had and he sort of enjoyed flaunting it- but he’s never been allowed to touch before.
He giggled, tossing hair from his face and smiling, Shige’s hands running over his abs, tracing the curves with his nail, Ryo’s hands fluttering over his shoulders, sweeping lines towards his nipples. Leaning back arching his hips forward, dick hard and pressing against his jeans, Shige -smart boy- caught the hint, popping the button.
Koyama slipped off him, standing so he could push his pants all the way off, flushing when they both watched him. Shy smile obscured from Shige’s view for a moment as he pulled his own shirt off. Desperate to be just as naked as the other two, miles of soft smooth skin exposed, and he wanted rub against it all. Pants and underwear decorating the floor as fast as he could pull them down his legs.
“What do you want?” Shige spoke, shattering the almost reverent silence they had been maintaining. Koyama’s blush turned up a notch, turning deeper pink.
“Anything.” Which really meant everything, looking at those two, hard and eager for him, him, Koyama! He wanted to fuck and be fucked, suck them both down and drink everything they had to offer- wallow in sex for days on end until he was ready to just die from it. The feeling was heady and almost liberating.
“We can do that.” Ryo grinned, hands hot against Koyama’s shoulders, mouth hotter against his nipple. Sucking, nipping borderline pain with sharp white teeth; he couldn’t stop arching into it, Shige fitting in behind him, chest to back, hands smoothing over his hips running painted nails along the insides of his thighs.
There was Shige, and Ryo, Shige, Ryo, ShigeRyo; everywhere, running over his skin, seeping in through osmosis, filling him with a light and giddy feeling from the tips of his toes and up to his eyeballs. Thrusting up into the circle of Shige’s fist, and grinding back against Shige’s dick pressed against his ass. Ryo’s hands everywhere, his lips sucking and biting trails across his chest. He sucked in a deep breath and almost choked on it when a slick finger circled his entrance; by this point completely unsure whose it was- and mostly just not caring.
Koyama’s skin tasted like sunlight, smooth all over, he ran his free hand down his endless legs, feeling nothing but baby smooth. A real man had leg hair, but he had to admit it felt nice against his palm, the smoothness, he watched Shige’s face over Koyama’s shoulder. Something warm and squishy erupting in his heart, Shige’s eyes met his, a mix of delight and lust. He, after all wasn’t completely heartless, helping Shige help Koyama out of the kindness of his soul -and oh god was Koyama ever hot on the inside, if this is what kindness felt like he was going to be a hell of a lot nicer.
“Here, Koyama flip over.”
Shige watched Ryo, the smaller man’s pale skin flushed with blood, eyes half lidded, and that damn unshakeable smirk in place. Koyama shifted, spine slipping all over the place as he wriggled and moved until he was on his knees, face buried in Shige’s shoulder. There was some more movement and Koyama was slipping down down down, face pressed against his hip, the longer parts of his hair brushing the sensitive head and Shige might have whimpered.
“Koyama.” He moaned, cupping the back of his best friend’s skull and guiding his mouth to where it could be put to the most use. At the same time Ryo tipped his ass up, running soothing hands over the bony curve. He wished he could lie there and watch Koyama suck Shige off, his eyes would be closed, blond tinged eyelashes fluttering against the sharp line of his cheeks, pretty pink lips pulled tight around Shige’s cock, bobbing with the his own beat. He slipped two fingers in this time, and the other two men moaned in synchronism; Koyama’s obviously the more muffled of the pair.
Muscles flexed and bunched against his palm, Koyama fucking himself on his fingers, hands clawing short nails into the bed sheets. “Shige.” He hissed, surprised his voice came out so strained, cleared his throat and continued. “Baby.”
“Hmm?” Shige looked at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth, cheeks flushed. He just had to lean over Koyama and kiss him, wrist aching with the angle. Slick and soft, lips warm against his own, suckling on Shige’s tongue and feeling Koyama’s entire body jolt when he pressed just so.
“Ready for me?” He breathed the words against Shige’s spit-damp mouth, petting down Koyama’s back.
“Please.” He moaned, pressing his face to Shige’s thigh, right hand wrapped loosely around Shige’s cock, fingers slipping over the superheated skin.
Ryo’s stomach tightened, Koyama begged so pretty, he was half tempted to make him say it again. Instead he ran his fingers along the curve of his spine, pressing slick kisses to his shoulders and the back of his rib cage. Fumbling blindly with the condom package, barely managing to roll it down without hurting himself. Koyama went shock still when Ryo pushed in, completely limp caught between the two of them. Shige was watching him, eyes gone completely black, breath coming in stuttering pants.
The feeling was like nothing else, every bit of him focused on Koyama’s tight heat. He could barely control the urge to slam his hips against Koyama’s bruise himself on the overly sharp jut of his bones. He held himself in check, lest he bottom out and loose it too soon- Shige would bug him about it for days. But it was so damn hard.
He felt like he every nerve in his body was torn, the heat of Shige’s cock against his cheek, every breath filling his lungs with the sharp musky scent. Air knocked from him as Ryo rode him so smoothly, anyways, choking on nothing and feeling too sensitive. Everything was spinning so out of his control he couldn’t do anything but hang on and allow it to happen.
Shige watched them, Koyama’s mouth suckling on the head of his dick, tongue pressed to against the bundle of nerves on the underside sending jolts of pleasure zinging down his spine. Ryo’s face gone slack, tip of his tongue touching the corner of his lips, fingers digging into Koyama’s hips, somehow it’s almost hotter watching Ryo fuck someone else then it was getting to see Ryo fucking him.
When it got to be too much for him, Koyama mouthed hotly at his thigh letting Shige fuck his fist as he moaned, jerking himself off with his other hand. Too much, so much, he felt light headed and filled so completely; he couldn’t withstand it any longer. He came so hard he saw stars. Moaning, entire body pulsing with the frantic beat of his heart, settled deep in his groin and moving outward in waves. Ryo behind him hissed, groaning low in his throat as he snapped his hips harder and faster looking for his own end. Soothing fingers running through his hair as he panted, unable to breath properly, the whole thing an embarrassing mess of whines and gasps.
“God.” Ryo moaned, back pulling taught, such a harsh curve that it seemed about to snap as he drove himself in deep. So deep, so hot, just so everything, reaching the boiling point, empting everything he had into the latex tip of the condom, shuddering through the aftershocks balanced on muscles that threatened to give way.
“So hot.” Shige muttered, eyes wide and breath coming quick, lacing his fingers with Koyama’s on his cock and tugging it harshly. So much friction it almost hurt, a soft tongue pressed to the tip, Koyama balanced on one come-slick hand pressed to his leg, lapping softly and looked up at him through his bangs, face gone flushed with orgasm. Shige bit his lip; he wasn’t going to last. Another hand pressed to his trembling belly, Ryo biting at his neck possessively. Hips thrusting up, fingers curled tight around him, and he was moaning, splashing Koyama’s cheek with sticky white, the tall man gasping in shocked surprise.
“Kinky.” Ryo snorted when Shige was lying limp against the headboard, looking down at Koyama who was trying to wipe his face with already stick fingers.
“What part of this wasn’t?” Shige sighed. Koyama gave up and just used the sheet under them to get it all off. “So that was…”
“Great.” Ryo pinched his shoulder. “So don’t start thinking about it.”
“Yeah yeah.” Shige shrugged, he was after all the smart one, he could understand that this wasn’t something to be analyzed to death, second-guessed, and most of all never regretted.
“Agreed.” Stretching out like a cat, Koyama watched them with lazy eyes.
“We should do it again some time.” Ryo reached across Shige to cup one of Koyama’s cheeks. “And again, and again.” The older man laughed, pressing a kiss to Ryo’s palm.
“And again.” He added.
Shige couldn’t agree more.
From: snoozing_kitten
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: but what i really want to know is- are you gonna go my way?
Pairing/Group: Shige/Ryo/Koyama + NewS
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Threesome
Notes: I sincerely apologize for the change in style half way through!
Summary: Something is wrong with Koyama and Shige’s too busy to figure it out, and when things get out of hand Ryo has no choice but to step in.
The lights flashed -electronic heartbeat- neon dancing against the inky black cosmos, the universe’s own starlight show paled in comparison. Lovers walking in Shibuya, how completely contrite and unbelievably cliché, Shige pressed his hat down and pushed his glasses further up his nose in the same motion. Two idols shopping together, not something completely unusual either, but when you take A and add B, the sum is like something totally unexpected. Yet, Shige though wryly, imagined across Japan if the fanboards were any indication.
Damn filthy minded high school girls anyways (he’d be out of a job without them, it was a bit of a love-hate relationship).
Ryo was being rather silent, ogling the mannequins in the windows and their strange peacock-bright plumage, almost as interesting as some of the other pedestrians. Ryo sort of liked walking down here, because he wasn’t the strangest thing to be seen, and sometime he could even hold Shige’s hand while they strolled in the fake day-glo surrealistic scenery without being noticed. Not that he’d admit to openly about the latter opinion, having a tough and manly face to keep up and all.
Usually at least one of them was talking, Shige filling the space between them with words, endless, useless words. Lawyers liked words, long words and short words and words that no one else understands, so Shige too did like words. Ryo squinted at a girl wearing too much lace, and one orange striped knee sock, while the other was purple with polka dots, and she chose to dress like this? Not in the least forced by some sadist-cum-fashion designer paid to abuse sparkly sequin suits, not to mention the boys on the other end. It was almost too much to believe.
“I want to look in here.” Nothing Ryo ever said was posed as a question, boundless self-confidence was in equal parts annoying and endearing. Shige nodded along, trailing after the older man as he ducked into one of the fashion stores. There were always birthdays to shop for, and Ryo’s barely hidden shoppoholic-syndrome loved it like nothing else. Being the awesome boyfriend he was, Shige bugged him endlessly about it -on national television if possible- and then he had to put out to calm Ryo the jilted monster. Usually it was a ploy, a means to an end that included rough almost angry sex that he enjoyed oh so much.
Shige sighed to himself, ignoring Ryo’s look of bliss as he took to the shelves as fast as he could while making it look like he didn’t want to be there. His awkward almost jolting walk was usually enough to bring an indulgent smile to Shige’s lips, Ryo after all tried so hard that it was cute, but tonight he wasn’t even watching. You know who else loved to shop? Gets almost the exact same glazed over expression as he runs over-loving fingers across fabric of all textures and colours (he likes the soft things in darker, autumn colours). Koyama. Shige’s own homosexual life partner, in a non-sexual kind of way, since he’s already got one of those. He’s the best kind of friend he could ask for, supportive, talkative, optimistic, funny, and he just sort of shrugged that first time he caught Shige with his hands down Ryo’s pants, turning around and walking the other direction.
That’s a real friend right there.
They would often take trips together, sitting in a coffee shop with their pile of purchases, laughing and joking around with each other over steaming mugs and ignoring the click-snick of mobile phone cameras going off. He sort of figured he would be one of the ones that didn’t make it if not for Koyama, you know the ones who are there, cute and chubby as a junior, but you never really see them again, nameless and next to faceless, just a back-up dancing shadow really. Together, they’ve made it this far, and Shige figured that they had a ways to go before either was really satisfied. Koyama after all was the kind of person who’d give you his kidney if you said you needed it. And after a few years; the mostly disturbing thought occurred to Shige, that he too would give up a kidney for Koyama. If friendship could be counted in kidneys anyways.
Body parts aside, recently something was off with Koyama. Nothing big, but enough to set off Shige’s Kei-chan senses tingling. Of course he didn’t know what, and Koyama would rather keel over dead then burden someone else with his problems- he was sort of stupid that way.
“Do you like this? Hey.” Ryo shoved his shoulder and Shige jolted, thoughts slipping from his ears and spilling across the floor, he blinked in the harsh light and narrowed his eyes at Ryo in question.
“What?”
“I said ‘do you like this?’” Ryo rolled his eyes, and like totally duh, you’re a moron kind of way -valley girl tone and all. He gave the shirt in question a critical eye, deep red, usually that colour looked nice against Ryo’s skin, he nodded curtly. With an annoyed huff, that clearly stated ‘if I didn’t like you so much I’d hit you’ Ryo moved back to the clothing at hand. Shige devoted his considerable mental powers to trying to reign in his scattered thoughts.
Ryo was going through the farthest rack, fingers skittering appraisingly over the shirts. When he picked something out usually it came with a face attached to it, a mental tag that said, you know YamaPi would love this, or this is totally Jin’s style. His fingers lingered over this one, everything screaming at him to buy it, black with splashes of checker-pattern and skulls, completely unintelligible English across the bottom, but it looked cool anyways. He wouldn’t just present it to Shige, because that would be overstepping the invisible macho-man boundaries and he couldn’t just do that. So he’d do what he does with all the clothing he buys Shige -slip it into his laundry. Sneaky and cool. Putting it over his arm, he deemed it about time to find his next target, and drag annoying quiet Shige along with him.
After about an hour Ryo was fed right the fuck up to there. Annoyed with the fact that here, now, in these few precious moments he could fit into a schedule that barely allows him time to breath and sleep, and Shige’s not even really here with him. Slowly creeping into his tone real venom in the fake barbs, and real malice in the joking comments. So far his oh-so-intuitive lover was completely oblivious -what a total jerk-off.
“God. Those are so fake.” Ryo sneered, leering at some girl’s breasts, showcased in a low cut shirt. Her boyfriend’s arm was around her waist, squeezed tiny with a wide belt; and he kept sneaking peeks down her shirt. You’re not going to find heaven there buddy, just a crap-load of silicon- the jiggly-wiggly stuff that separated Barbie there from the average Jane.
“Yeah.” Shige gave a brief glance over at the couple, and then shifted his eyes back to the street on the other side of their window seat. They had a conversation going before the food came, but it broke down pretty quickly. See that he still didn’t have Shige’s interest he changed topics.
“What do you think of that?” Shige nodded across the way where the people parted occasionally and a familiar face stared back at them, over and over, the same ad plastering an entire ply-board wall.
“God, he’s like a paper-cut out of a whore.” Ryo narrowed his eyes, and YamaPi’s face looked back at him impassive and impassive and impassive… “It’s everywhere.” Telling them to buy Toshiba. Toshiba. Toshiba. Toshiba, you get the point.
“That doesn’t even make sense.” Shige sighed.
“Whatever.” Ryo took a sip from his green tea, and resolutely did not pout.
“Is something bothering you?” Shige sounded genuinely curious, and for a moment Ryo was almost annoyed enough to flip him off, yes right there in the middle of the noodle-house.
“No.”
“Good.” Shige rolled his eyes, and continued eating ignoring Ryo’s obviously ‘not-all-right’ behavior. Seriously, he was acting like a child, which is fine when it comes from YamaPi, but Ryo’s usually at least a little more mature. Well if Ryo wanted to be fine, he too could be just fine. “Want to go to the cinema after?”
“No.” Ryo took a long drink from his tea. “I want to buy Massu a hat.”
“A hat?” Shige frowned, his forehead crinkling a little as he fought to remember if he was missing a very important date.
“Yes a hat.” It was Ryo’s turn to roll his eyes, drumming his fingers on the tabletop and generally looking prissy. “I forgot his other hat on the plane, remember?” Shige had been so dead tired, every single fiber of his being just melting into the seat to catch an hour of sleep that he didn’t even remember take-off. So he just sort of nodded, Ryo would assume he knew what he was talking about. “So I need to buy him a new one.”
“Of course.” Whatever you say Ryo-chan.
They crashed through the front door, Shige trying to pin Ryo down with his greater mass, and Ryo proving just a little too evasive. His back hit the wall making the end table rattle, giving a sound to their barely tamed violence. “Would you stop wiggling?” Shige grit out, pressing one of his thighs between Ryo’s, the smaller man wiggling until he was rubbing his crotch against it and making breathy little sounds. “Oh fuck.”
“Well yeah.” Ryo bit the line of his jaw lightly, fingers clutching at the back of his jacket. “Now get on with it already.”
“You’re so demanding.” Shige pressed against him harder, grinding up against his tummy while providing rough friction. Ryo bit his neck, sharp teeth stung -damn vampire. They writhed together, completely uncoordinated and without out any rhythm at all, their dance teacher would be horrified to see them now, for more then just the obvious reasons- although Ryo does have his suspicions about him.
Shige tossed his head back moaning loud enough that the neighbors were probably going ‘bloody hell, not again.’ Because yeah, when they are alone together Shige has trouble keeping his hands out of Ryo’s pants- it doesn’t help when he does that thing where he runs his tongue along his teeth and goes all hazy-eyed. Ryo the damn loveable nympho. His jacket hit the ground, the over sized buttons making a loud clatter, and he only has half a breath to lament and his t-shirt is roughly being pulled over his head, catching on his watch before Ryo was upon him once again.
“You better get the rest off now, or I’m doing this without you.” Ryo snarled; voice caught between breathless and gravel-low.
“I’d like to see you try.” He stumbled when two hands firm on his chest shoved him back and off his band-mate, Ryo snorted inelegantly and turned away from him making a beeline for the bedroom. He toed off his own shoes and tossed his jacket on the couch as he passed through. Shaking his head and running a hand through his short hair Shige sighed and picked up his discarded t-shirt throwing it on the couch as well.
“Well come on.” Ryo was sitting up against the headboards; legs spread artlessly, completely naked, pale flush spilling down his throat and across his chest. Shige though that Ryo had never looked hotter, not even decked out in designer fashions with his face almost completely painted on did he ever look so utterly delectable. “Hurry the fuck up.” One lazy hand trailed down his chest, teasing lightly over the muscles in his abs, reaching out to curl around his dick flushed red and engorged with blood.
“Don’t” He grabbed the other man’s wrist just as fingers brushed their destination, he could feel the grind of bone just under his fingers and it sent a shiver racing down his spine. Dark eyes met his, Ryo’s narrowed with challenge, a smirk on his thin lips.
“Make me.”
Shige always did like a challenge.
Sometimes he wished he could have a normal girlfriend and lead a normal life, instead of the hectic life of an idol and the twisted love affair he had going with his band mate. That feeling lasted usually only long enough for Ryo to come back from activities with Kanjani 8 and for them to fuck at least twice, then everything was all squared away again. Right now, they were better then squared away; it was a square with their names written in cursive surrounded by loopy hearts.
“Fuck.” Ryo’s spine curved, the lines converging at his tight ass raised invitingly as he clawed at the bed sheets, Shige’s eyes drawn towards where two of his fingers slipped in and out. That pink pucker gripping him tight, drawing him deeper, Ryo moaning through clenched teeth making his ache with need. “Dammit Shige.” Ryo gone whiny-rough, and he smirked; biting into the smooth curve of Ryo’s ass feeling the other man’s entire body jolt. Patience really was a virtue Ryo needed to learn more of- because gay sex with your band mate is just oh so very virtuous usually.
“Relax.” He pressed a hot kiss to the abused skin, tonguing the indentations his teeth left.
“Now.” He whined, that tone right at the edge of desperate and ’I’m going to flip you over and do it the hell myself’ which was about as far as Shige could push him without risking serious harm when Ryo took his eventual revenge. Slipping his fingers free -having worked his way up to three just because he liked the way Ryo seemed to start vibrating as he pushed them roughly in, finger fucking him with just the right pressure and crook of his wrist, and curl of his fingers.
Condom slick-slide saved a messy clean up later; smooth latex slipping down over his skin and it took a the rest of his self control -he’s patient but Ryo’s the greatest test yet- not to linger on his own touch. He’s so hard he could probably hammer with it, assuming he ever wanted to do something so stupid -as he’d much rather nail Ryo. The older man spread his knees further, lifting up, snarling something unintelligible, just enough preparation. Sensation exploding like gunfire down his spine, all his impressive mental powers focused completely on tightsofuckinghotgodsotight. Ryo arched back against him, setting up a quick and punishing tempo. Heat flushed through his body, sweat beading under his hair, he drove harder and faster, Ryo moaning counterpoint to his own deep voice.
Fingers hooked into the sheets, if he were stronger or the sheets weaker they would have been torn to ribbons by now. Pinned down and open by Shige’s hands on his hips, palms almost burning hot on the curve of his hipbones using the grip to pull him back against sharp thrusts. Moving so deep inside; Ryo will be able to feel it the next day sitting on the train listening to his ipod, looking out the window and imagining Shige fucking him just like this all over again. His brain turned to jelly and pulsed down his veins settling low in his belly with the rest of him, everything balancing on the knifepoint of orgasm. All it took was one of his hands, palm already slick with perspiration, cupping over the head curling his fingers around the shaft and it was just too fucking much.
Ryo stilled, his whole body caught for a moment in bliss before spilling over, moaning loudly and splashing hot semen across the bed sheets. Holding on and riding him like a rodeo-star; his own moan trapped in his chest, coming out as a feral growl. Hip snap thrust hard, Ryo’s body not quite limp against the sheets, pulling him deeper harder- oh fuck right there. Hitting him like a flashover; everything igniting and surging forward; pinpoint of clarity and it’s washing over him and wringing him dry.
They liked to snuggle, well Ryo did, and Shige was caught between afterglow and sticky so he let the smaller man curl around him. “Night.” Ryo slurred against his chest and Shige rolled his eyes.
“Don’t sleep you’re all sweaty and my bed is gross.”
“…” With a huff Shige wiggled out of Ryo’s grip and set about properly getting ready for bed.
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Shige got bored and sort of horny really fast when Ryo left. It had been a week now, Ryo off with his other band; he called and Shige found a quiet place to jerk off over while he bit his palm to stay silent -of course Ryo always knew, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Koyama you’re taking a long time to get this, are you feeling okay?” The dance teacher was right up in the tall man’s personal space; hand resting on his shoulder.
“Of course, I’m sorry- I’ll work harder.” One more critical once over, as if he could find what was wrong just by reading it off his low riding sweat pants and ridiculous pink shirt. “I’m fine really.”
“Alright.” He didn’t look convinced, but when Koyama gave you that soft sweet smile there was no choice but to agree with him and move right along.
It smoothly progressed from just Shige thinking something was off to everyone harassing Koyama. For which he, of course, nodded and reassured everyone he was indeed fine, just feeling a little under the weather. ‘You must have done something really terrible to get sick so often’, the stylist joked and Koyama laughed along with her. They all remember the tour, and how pathetic Koyama gets when he’s sick- and really ‘he must have been a mass murdered to deserve getting that sick again so soon.’
Had he been focused a little less on his dick and thinking a little more with his upstairs brain he might have caught Koyama’s lie -he was after all supposed to be the smart one.
Four days later, they were two down, from six to four. YamaPi sitting on the sofa, sunglasses perched on his head, legs cross flipping through a magazine. Massu and Tego were on the other sofa sitting close enough so that they could share a pair of headphones watching something on the ipod between them.
Koyama was apparently sick enough to be exempt from vocal practice that day- probably at home going over the lyrics during the commercial breaks in dramas anyways. Shige found the blank space in his rap sort of distressing; everyone waiting the required beats for Koyama’s part to end before chugging on like an unstoppable train.
The day after that, they were back up to five. Ryo amusing himself by pulling Massu’s hair every time he tried to raise chopsticks to his mouth making him miss and spill rice down his shirt. Tego of course found this hilarious and was giggling uncontrollably at the other boy’s expense, Massu getting more and more disgruntled as his meat slipped back into the bowl; Ryo having pushed his arm this time. If it was because Ryo was harassing him or because he got grumpy when he was hungry was yet to be seen.
“Koyama’s still not feeling better?” YamaPi draped an arm across Shige’s shoulders, smirking when Massu tried to stab Ryo’s hand with his chopsticks next, if he wasn’t careful it would be the eye next time. Sometimes Shige didn’t put Massu above cannibalism - he saw him eat a package of pretzels he found under the seat in their bus when he was starving once. Not quite knowing the answer -after all Ryo got back the evening before, and they spent the entire time celebrating, and then sleeping like the dead. He’d forgot to check-up on Koyama. He just shrugged.
“Ask him yourself.”
Ryo was wincing, having taken a punch to the ribs from Massu who was practically snarling, shoveling his cheeks chipmunk-full of food. He thought Tego might break something laughing, even YamaPi ever -whom normally can’t be bothered to take interest in other people- was chuckling. It seemed sort of empty without Koyama running intercept, soothing Massu by relinquishing his pudding or giving mock scolding looks at Ryo.
Another day still, they had a photo shoot to attend. Meaning Koyama had to show- death’s bed or not photographers don’t wait up. It was just starting to fade from summer to the autumn, and he wore a scarf pulled up over his face and a sweater. “Battling a snow storm?” He asked and Koyama laughed, voice high and slightly breathless.
“Is it too early?” He looked down at the sleeves that overlapped his hands.
“A bit.” Shige nudged him and Koyama just shrugged.
“Shige, you’re next in make-up.” Massu announced loudly, hair still tied back away from his face, plain grey shirt -for once, but only long enough to get make-up and hair done, then it’ll be back to dizzying pattern and colour. “Hurry, she seems to be a in a bad mood today.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Shige clapped Koyama on the shoulder and got a smile in return.
They break for lunch, because there are unions of pop-stars that state you can only make them go for so long without feeding them, that or they were worth too much to let shrivel away. Possibly could be because Massu and Tego begged, and looked pathetic and hungry until the staff all called a break for food. Either way, Shige was glad because his stomach was about ready to start digesting itself out of desperation.
Ryo was sitting next to him, bumping shoulders occasionally, and generally giving off that ‘I’m happy- the world bows to my feet’ vibe. Koyama sat across from him, legs crossed and bento box balanced on one leg, he was talking, both hands flapping as he babbled, chopsticks left resting untouched in his pocket.
“She actually threw up in my shoe.” Referring of course to his cat, and not any woman he’s met with the habit of defiling his precious shoes. “I wasn’t sure how to clean it, but I loved those shoes.”
“That’s gross.”
“Well yeah, it was my shoes.”
By the end -many hours later- Koyama looks pale as a sheet, sitting in the corner, eyes closed breathing deep and even. Oddly enough it was Ryo who was sitting next to him, glaring at anyone who came over to disturb them- like one of those guard dogs (a tiny cute guard dog, but he’ll bit your hand if you said so). Shige smiled fondly watching them, his two favourite people together sitting so peaceful and calm.
Shige took the keys to Koyama’s car, waving cheerfully at YamaPi and Tego as they left. The taller boy protested, but was physically shoved into the passenger seat, too weak and tired to really put up a fight. The headlights for his own car reflecting in the rearview mirror- Ryo behind the wheel tailing them.
“So how are you feeling now?” He looked at Koyama out of the corner of his eye; the tall man was slumped against the window watching Tokyo fly by as they whipped along the highway.
“Fine.” No more smiles, just slack jaw and deep bags under his eyes. Shige narrowed his eyes, fingers tightened on the wheel.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Awkward silence, and it’s strange because Koyama is one of his closest friends and silence with him was usually never awkward. This one was full and fat with things left unsaid, and Shige really had no clue how to get them to spill. Usually when Koyama had a secret, he vibrated with it, and all it took was a little cunning and the older man was flailing and telling him everything. This time there wasn’t vibrating, in fact he looked sullen.
“Koyama?”
“I’m just tired, sorry.” His smile looked almost painful for him, straining at his colourless cheeks.
“Yeah, okay.” Shige looked back at the road, and tried not to think that it hurt when Koyama cut him out like that. Really, if not for him, who else did Koyama have?
“I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” They were parked in the garage for Koyama’s apartment building, Shige’s car was idling behind them, Ryo bopping his head along with the radio -muffled sound slipping out the barely open window.
“Rest up.”
“I will.” With that promise and another half smile Koyama took back his car keys and slung his pack across his chest heading for the elevator.
“What’s wrong with him?” Ryo cocked his head to the side, reaching out to turn down the volume, craning his neck to look behind them as he threw the car in reverse. There was a lot of things you could accuse Ryo of, being a bit of a jackass the most prominent, but unobservant wasn’t one of them.
“I really don’t know.” He paused, words catching in his throat, he’s been spending a lot of his free time with Ryo since they got together, and they spent most of that limited free time fucking. Leaving Koyama to his own devices - in itself a dangerous- and Koyama wasn’t going to complain that he was being ignored. Guilt settled in his belly, a solid weight to an intangible emotion. “I.” How could he tell Ryo without making him feel bad?
“Stop being stupid.” Ryo snarled at him, risking a glance at him, before looking back at the road. “I know what you’re thinking. You know Koyama better then that- he wouldn’t be angry at you for spending time with me.” Scarily observant in fact, or he just knew him far too well. “If he won’t tell you what’s wrong, then he has his own reasons.”
He sighed, tapping his fingers absently on the armrest, short nails biting into the faux leather. “I’m still worried about him.”
“We all are, baby.” They were stopped at a red light and Ryo took the opportunity to knot his hands in Shige’s hair pulling him into a fierce kiss so fast his seatbelt locked. Appropriately distracted Shige sat back with a small smile on his face.
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Koyama sighed, pressing his palm to his forehead trying to get the throbbing to settle, if only for a little anyways. He needed to get over this quick, everyone else kept asking him what was wrong and he just wouldn’t be a burden for them. After all look what happened last time.
His stomach clenched with the thought trying to force out food that wasn’t there.
Left standing alone, trying to pick of the pieces of his broken heart, knowing full well he was supposed prepared for this. After all he’d found the signs, knew that he was being betrayed and that they were slipping apart long before the finale, unable to do anything. ‘Koyama, you’re much too sensitive.’ Maybe, next time he would listen.
Frowning, and rubbing absently at his stomach. “Why are you so weird?” He asked his empty apartment absently.
His cell-phone rang, Ai Uta filling in the sound, louder then the television shrill and incapable of being missed. He flipped it up and blinked at the caller-id. “Hello, Ryo?”
“Have you eaten dinner yet?”
“What?”
“Dinner.”
“…No.” Forehead crinkled in confusion, squinting at Ryo’s face from the magazine sitting on his coffee table as if it could really explain things to him.
“Then let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To get dinner.” Ryo had that tone again, the one that managed to imply without out any effort from him that you were the stupidest thing to ever crawl out of the evolutionary pool.
“Oh.”
“I know this really good noodle shop, it’s in Shibuya, you can help me pick out a new hat for Massu. After all Shige is useless at it -some kind of smart person he is. I’ll be by in a bit to pick you up okay?”
“Yeah sure.” Koyama agreed- Ryo after all was the type of person who left you no choice but to comply or risk the fallout.
“Great see you then. Bye.”
“Bye.” The line went dead and Koyama lowered his mobile to stare at it oddly. It wasn’t common for Ryo to seek him out personally, probably had something to do with Shige. Maybe they were fighting and he needed advice? Possibly an anniversary and he needed to know what to get for Shige, who else would you go to for that other then Koyama?!
Feeling content and more needed then any time in the past week he went to fix his hair and get dressed for going out with Ryo.
They chatted about all sorts of things on the way there, Koyama being a good passenger and not touching the radio, sitting demurely with his hands folded on his lap. Hat pulled over fly-away blond hair, long-sleeved pale pink shirt and a brown vest- at least Ryo wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with him like when he had lunch with Subaru or Yasuda.
They went to the place with the wall of YamaPi ads, Ryo pointing them out to Koyama- who was good naturedly amused by the fact that YamaPi was staring at them eating. He watched with critical eyes, as Koyama’s food went back mostly uneaten. They were put on some crazy diets sometimes, when a drama called for such things, but not eating was strictly forbidden. The last thing management wanted was their boys collapsing into heaps everywhere from malnutrition. Wouldn’t that be a scandal? ‘Johnny’s boys spend more on flashy jewelry then food, starving, buy albums and we might just feed them.’ Ryo snickered to himself, amused by the thought.
“So.” Ryo stated, having paid both their bills out of the kindness of his black black heart. “When are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Wrong? There is nothing wrong.” Koyama smiled at him, dismissive hand gesture and everything. “Don’t you dare lie to me- I’ll hurt you. Hey, let’s go in there.” He pointed down the street to the store with the biggest gaudiest ‘SALE ON NOW’ sign. Confused, Koyama agreed.
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Shige sighed, thinking about Koyama. No matter what Ryo said, he was still responsible, him and Koyama? They were kidney buddies after all, and that kind of friendship demanded total disclosure! Ignoring the fact that he kept Ryo a secret as long as possible, and he really hadn’t been upholding his end of their friendship well lately.
Thinking about Koyama, Ryo, kidneys, and sex he pressed the button for the lift. Ryo and sex were pretty normal, Koyama also was normal -there were a few more unmentionable fantasies that included all of the above minus the kidney aspect.
He turned the key in the lock, and technically this was Ryo’s apartment, but when they have time, they like to be together, as most young couples are known to do. He toed off his shoes; the television was on in the living room, and everything else was silent. Stepping into the living room his heart almost stopped when he stepped around the wall and found Ryo sitting on the couch watching him. Holding a hand to his chest, and trying to get his heart back down to normal, he caught sight of golden brown hair.
“What?!” For a moment he couldn’t put the picture together, it just didn’t work, A + B didn’t equal C, it was more like OMG. Koyama was curled into a tiny ball on the couch, head pillowed in Ryo’s lap fast asleep.
“Shh, you’ll wake him.” Shige opened his mouth to say something, closed it again and promptly bit his tongue. The pain didn’t wake him up so he wasn’t sleeping. “He just fell asleep.” Shige nodded like that made a lot of sense, Koyama after all took naps on Ryo all the time.
He stared, sort of transfixed as Ryo arched his back, his hips, all while wiggling, and used his natural flexibility; and quite a bit of upper body strength to slide out from under Koyama without waking him. Impressed, and still mildly disturbed he followed his shorter lover into the kitchen.
“Shige.” Ryo pinned him with dark eyes and under any other circumstance he didn’t mind being pinned by Ryo, eyes or not. “Did you know Koyama was seeing someone?”
“Someone?” He racked his brain, pushing aside test questions and random bits of knowledge; looking for anything Koyama might have told him. “I think, he mentioned it a few times, but not since; it’s been months now.”
“To make a long, and really sort of pointless story short. He got dumped.” Ryo cocked his hip leaning back against the counter. He tapped his fingers against his mouth. “You of all people should know that he doesn’t take that sort of thing well. He’s special.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Koyama was standing in the doorway, hair rumpled, eyes still red from crying, but shy curve of his lips made Shige feel instantly better.
“Freak.” Ryo sighed.
“Kei.” Shige took a hesitant step forwards. “You could have told me you know. You’re really stupid sometimes.” The tall man looked sheepish, staring down at the checkerboard pattern of the kitchen floor.
“I. You were too happy.”
“Don’t be an idiot.” Shige was right up in his face now, causing Koyama to go cross-eyed to look at him.
“Shige?”
“Do you know how worried about you I got?”
“S-sorry.” Koyama took a step back, after all Ryo was standing right there watching them with a tiny smirk. “I’ll try and not be an idiot next time.” Nodding like it’s a promise he could keep.
Something was blooming in his chest and in his stomach an eerily familiar feeling, suddenly seen in a different context. Protectiveness, because Koyama really could be an airhead sometimes, camaraderie and affection mixing in, all together swelling and ebbing with the steady beat of his heart. So close, so right there, and he pulled away grinning at Koyama’s confused expression.
“Shige.” Ryo cut in, having contented himself to watch up to this point. “Just kiss him.”
“What?” Looking adorably confused, Koyama swiveled from Shige to Ryo and back to Shige. Then he saw nothing more but a close up of Shige’s as he was grabbed, and soft lips pressed against his own. As far as kisses went it wasn’t too great, with Koyama too freaked out to react, and Shige still caught in his impulsive movement. Ryo almost choked on his laugh, trying not to ruin the moment. Settling his hands awkwardly on Shige’s hips he closed his eyes, and tried to relax.
“You know Koyama.” Ryo’s voice was a lot closer then he expected and Koyama jumped. “Just let us take care of you, right Shige?”
“Hmm.” Shige pressed his face against Koyama’s neck, kissing softly at the tanned skin.
“I’m okay with being your rebound.” Ryo leaned in close, resting his sharp chin on Koyama’s shoulder. “We just want you to feel better.”
“You’re both crazy.”
“Probably.” Ryo agreed easily, grinning at him.
Later Koyama would say it was a moment of complete insanity, because normal people don’t usually agree to have threesomes with their best friend to get over a cheating boyfriend and oh, it’s sort of hard to think with Shige biting his ear like that. Not thinking about things like how weird this was, or what work was going to be like after this thing, knowing what it felt like to have both of them kissing him. No he was already thinking with his downstairs brain about what an awesome friend Shige really was.
“I just cleaned the kitchen. We’re not getting it dirty.” Ryo growled, sound muffled by Shige’s shoulder where he had pulled the loose shirt away. Six legs; trying to fit in the space of one person, like some sort of giant bug, tripping over itself; Koyama giggling the entire way. Breathless, amused, and horny he tipped backwards onto Ryo’s bed, bouncing a little as he settled.
“So we’re really going to do this?” He licked his bottom lip looking up at them through his blond bangs.
“I’d say so.” Ryo shifted his weight to his other foot leaning into Shige’s space. “Wouldn’t you?” Shige nodded, head floppy, caught between watching Koyama and Ryo, and working really hard not to think about it. When he though too hard, things stopped making sense, so he just put his brain on mute and followed Ryo’s lead -despite popular belief he really could do that. He followed Ryo right into a scorching kiss, opening his mouth so the smaller man could lick along his teeth, moaning at the sensation.
Narrow eyes gone wide, that one time he caught them already paled in comparison to this -mostly because at that time he had been trying really hard to look at anything but them, and this time he couldn’t look away. Shige fisting his hands in the material of Ryo’s shirt, allowing Ryo to try and eat him from the inside out, the shorter man more then happy to do so. He could probably get off nice and easy just sitting here watching them do their thing, a little pull here, and a tug there- and it’d be over with head spinning speed.
Shige it seemed had different plans, falling on him; and tugging at his shirt and placing sloppy kisses against his cheek. Pinned to the bed in a most uncomfortable fashion Koyama arched back up against Shige trying to untangle their legs and secretly wishing it had been Ryo -if only because he was lighter. Then Shige shifted up, moving so he was in the cradle of Koyama’s hips and they were kissing, and for a moment it was perfect. Flat planes of their body pressed together, tight as two people could possibly be, Shige’s tongue flicking across his lips, and his belt buckle digging into his tummy; just enough sensation to keep him in the here and now. They rolled across the bed, Koyama ending on top, knees to each side of Shige’s hips looking down at him and smiling, it was the same smile as when they were fooling around in the dressing room sticking pins in each other’s hair to make it stand on end.
Leaning down he kissed a line along Shige’s jaw, flicking his tongue against the underside with a soft purring sound. Button snap and zipper rasp, Shige lifted himself on his elbows forcing Koyama back on his folded legs, both of them twisting to watch Ryo. Now with an audience he smirked at him, flinging his shirt to the side, and wiggling out of his white undershirt, hips rolling, skinny chest covered in freckles, Shige’s mouth almost watering thinking about kissing each and every one of them. Jeans undone and just clinging to his legs, he twisted and they slipped down, pooling at his knees. Discarded, leaving Ryo standing confidently in his black boxer briefs and nothing else, the line of his cock stretching the cotton.
The bed dipped with Ryo’s added weight, a bit of a tight squeeze with three people, a good thing none of them where by any standards large. Nimble fingers lifting the hem of Koyama’s shirt, surprisingly gentle kisses pressed to the soft skin just under his ear. With a soft laugh Koyama lifted his arms allowing Ryo to pull away the shirt and throw it wherever it was he threw his own. Breath caught in Shige’s throat, looking up the long long long lines of Koyama’s chest, he’s seen it before; after all Koyama worked for the muscle he had and he sort of enjoyed flaunting it- but he’s never been allowed to touch before.
He giggled, tossing hair from his face and smiling, Shige’s hands running over his abs, tracing the curves with his nail, Ryo’s hands fluttering over his shoulders, sweeping lines towards his nipples. Leaning back arching his hips forward, dick hard and pressing against his jeans, Shige -smart boy- caught the hint, popping the button.
Koyama slipped off him, standing so he could push his pants all the way off, flushing when they both watched him. Shy smile obscured from Shige’s view for a moment as he pulled his own shirt off. Desperate to be just as naked as the other two, miles of soft smooth skin exposed, and he wanted rub against it all. Pants and underwear decorating the floor as fast as he could pull them down his legs.
“What do you want?” Shige spoke, shattering the almost reverent silence they had been maintaining. Koyama’s blush turned up a notch, turning deeper pink.
“Anything.” Which really meant everything, looking at those two, hard and eager for him, him, Koyama! He wanted to fuck and be fucked, suck them both down and drink everything they had to offer- wallow in sex for days on end until he was ready to just die from it. The feeling was heady and almost liberating.
“We can do that.” Ryo grinned, hands hot against Koyama’s shoulders, mouth hotter against his nipple. Sucking, nipping borderline pain with sharp white teeth; he couldn’t stop arching into it, Shige fitting in behind him, chest to back, hands smoothing over his hips running painted nails along the insides of his thighs.
There was Shige, and Ryo, Shige, Ryo, ShigeRyo; everywhere, running over his skin, seeping in through osmosis, filling him with a light and giddy feeling from the tips of his toes and up to his eyeballs. Thrusting up into the circle of Shige’s fist, and grinding back against Shige’s dick pressed against his ass. Ryo’s hands everywhere, his lips sucking and biting trails across his chest. He sucked in a deep breath and almost choked on it when a slick finger circled his entrance; by this point completely unsure whose it was- and mostly just not caring.
Koyama’s skin tasted like sunlight, smooth all over, he ran his free hand down his endless legs, feeling nothing but baby smooth. A real man had leg hair, but he had to admit it felt nice against his palm, the smoothness, he watched Shige’s face over Koyama’s shoulder. Something warm and squishy erupting in his heart, Shige’s eyes met his, a mix of delight and lust. He, after all wasn’t completely heartless, helping Shige help Koyama out of the kindness of his soul -and oh god was Koyama ever hot on the inside, if this is what kindness felt like he was going to be a hell of a lot nicer.
“Here, Koyama flip over.”
Shige watched Ryo, the smaller man’s pale skin flushed with blood, eyes half lidded, and that damn unshakeable smirk in place. Koyama shifted, spine slipping all over the place as he wriggled and moved until he was on his knees, face buried in Shige’s shoulder. There was some more movement and Koyama was slipping down down down, face pressed against his hip, the longer parts of his hair brushing the sensitive head and Shige might have whimpered.
“Koyama.” He moaned, cupping the back of his best friend’s skull and guiding his mouth to where it could be put to the most use. At the same time Ryo tipped his ass up, running soothing hands over the bony curve. He wished he could lie there and watch Koyama suck Shige off, his eyes would be closed, blond tinged eyelashes fluttering against the sharp line of his cheeks, pretty pink lips pulled tight around Shige’s cock, bobbing with the his own beat. He slipped two fingers in this time, and the other two men moaned in synchronism; Koyama’s obviously the more muffled of the pair.
Muscles flexed and bunched against his palm, Koyama fucking himself on his fingers, hands clawing short nails into the bed sheets. “Shige.” He hissed, surprised his voice came out so strained, cleared his throat and continued. “Baby.”
“Hmm?” Shige looked at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth, cheeks flushed. He just had to lean over Koyama and kiss him, wrist aching with the angle. Slick and soft, lips warm against his own, suckling on Shige’s tongue and feeling Koyama’s entire body jolt when he pressed just so.
“Ready for me?” He breathed the words against Shige’s spit-damp mouth, petting down Koyama’s back.
“Please.” He moaned, pressing his face to Shige’s thigh, right hand wrapped loosely around Shige’s cock, fingers slipping over the superheated skin.
Ryo’s stomach tightened, Koyama begged so pretty, he was half tempted to make him say it again. Instead he ran his fingers along the curve of his spine, pressing slick kisses to his shoulders and the back of his rib cage. Fumbling blindly with the condom package, barely managing to roll it down without hurting himself. Koyama went shock still when Ryo pushed in, completely limp caught between the two of them. Shige was watching him, eyes gone completely black, breath coming in stuttering pants.
The feeling was like nothing else, every bit of him focused on Koyama’s tight heat. He could barely control the urge to slam his hips against Koyama’s bruise himself on the overly sharp jut of his bones. He held himself in check, lest he bottom out and loose it too soon- Shige would bug him about it for days. But it was so damn hard.
He felt like he every nerve in his body was torn, the heat of Shige’s cock against his cheek, every breath filling his lungs with the sharp musky scent. Air knocked from him as Ryo rode him so smoothly, anyways, choking on nothing and feeling too sensitive. Everything was spinning so out of his control he couldn’t do anything but hang on and allow it to happen.
Shige watched them, Koyama’s mouth suckling on the head of his dick, tongue pressed to against the bundle of nerves on the underside sending jolts of pleasure zinging down his spine. Ryo’s face gone slack, tip of his tongue touching the corner of his lips, fingers digging into Koyama’s hips, somehow it’s almost hotter watching Ryo fuck someone else then it was getting to see Ryo fucking him.
When it got to be too much for him, Koyama mouthed hotly at his thigh letting Shige fuck his fist as he moaned, jerking himself off with his other hand. Too much, so much, he felt light headed and filled so completely; he couldn’t withstand it any longer. He came so hard he saw stars. Moaning, entire body pulsing with the frantic beat of his heart, settled deep in his groin and moving outward in waves. Ryo behind him hissed, groaning low in his throat as he snapped his hips harder and faster looking for his own end. Soothing fingers running through his hair as he panted, unable to breath properly, the whole thing an embarrassing mess of whines and gasps.
“God.” Ryo moaned, back pulling taught, such a harsh curve that it seemed about to snap as he drove himself in deep. So deep, so hot, just so everything, reaching the boiling point, empting everything he had into the latex tip of the condom, shuddering through the aftershocks balanced on muscles that threatened to give way.
“So hot.” Shige muttered, eyes wide and breath coming quick, lacing his fingers with Koyama’s on his cock and tugging it harshly. So much friction it almost hurt, a soft tongue pressed to the tip, Koyama balanced on one come-slick hand pressed to his leg, lapping softly and looked up at him through his bangs, face gone flushed with orgasm. Shige bit his lip; he wasn’t going to last. Another hand pressed to his trembling belly, Ryo biting at his neck possessively. Hips thrusting up, fingers curled tight around him, and he was moaning, splashing Koyama’s cheek with sticky white, the tall man gasping in shocked surprise.
“Kinky.” Ryo snorted when Shige was lying limp against the headboard, looking down at Koyama who was trying to wipe his face with already stick fingers.
“What part of this wasn’t?” Shige sighed. Koyama gave up and just used the sheet under them to get it all off. “So that was…”
“Great.” Ryo pinched his shoulder. “So don’t start thinking about it.”
“Yeah yeah.” Shige shrugged, he was after all the smart one, he could understand that this wasn’t something to be analyzed to death, second-guessed, and most of all never regretted.
“Agreed.” Stretching out like a cat, Koyama watched them with lazy eyes.
“We should do it again some time.” Ryo reached across Shige to cup one of Koyama’s cheeks. “And again, and again.” The older man laughed, pressing a kiss to Ryo’s palm.
“And again.” He added.
Shige couldn’t agree more.