Crazier Things [NC-17] 1/3
anonymous
March 25 2010, 13:54:37 UTC
Oh anon, I hope I did this justice. >.< Plz to pardon my PWP and complete OOCness of characters.
---- Something was wrong. Joshima could feel it. It nagged at the back of his mildly (okay, maybe more than mildly) intoxicated brain, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He only-maybe-kind-of stumbled down the hotel hallway to his room, dark colors of the carpet playing on his impaired vision. It took several shots at the impossibly tiny slot before he could make his plastic card key work properly.
Day three of the tour and his body was buzzing with nervous energy. Joshima loved little more than standing in front of a crowd playing music - playing his music - and getting an immediate reaction. Watching people sing along and clap and dance filled him with joy like nothing else. This was what he'd been waiting his whole life for and he couldn't imagine anything better.
He slipped into his room, toeing off his shoes with some difficulty and tossing his jacket in the general direction of the small closet just inside the door. He had his shirt half unbuttoned when he finally took notice of them.
"Wha-....." Joshima's eyes went wide and confused. He shook his head once, closed his eyes to try to dispel the image, but there they were when he opened them again - Nagase and Taichi, limbs and tongues and bodies completely entwined...on HIS hotel bed.
Taichi looked up at the sound, eyebrows raising a fraction, lust-filled eyes surveying their leader. Nagase took the smaller man's distraction as an opportunity to attack his neck, alternating soft sucking and lapping at Taichi's pulse point. Joshima couldn't take his eyes away. Surely he was dreaming. Nightmare, maybe.
"Lea-der~," Taichi drawled, extracting one hand from the back of Nagase's pants to reach toward him.
Nagase frowned and bit down lightly on Taichi's clavicle. "Put that back," he growled. "I liked it there." Nagase glanced up at Joshima and smiled that wicked smile of his. "Come on in, Leader. The water's fine."
"....I'm going to stay in Mabo's room." Joshima turned to walk out only to find his path blocked faster than he thought possible. Nagase stared down at him with teeth bared in what Joshima was sure he thought was a sexy smile. It was more shark-like than anything else. "P-please move, Tomoya," he whispered in a vain attempt to push past.
"I don't think so, Leader." Nagase took a step forward. Joshima instinctively took a step back. Again. And again. "You should stay and play with us." Nagase leaned in to whisper as the back of Joshima's legs hit the bed, "Tai-chan's always had a thing for you, you know." He winked conspiratorially. Taichi sat up to kneel on the bed, molding himself to Joshima's back and running his hands up and down the older man's chest. He nipped lightly at Joshima's ear and practically purred at the shiver that rippled through the older man.
"Please~, Leader," Taichi whispered breathily in his ear. "The monkey just isn't enough for me tonight."
"OI!" Nagase cried, hands already working on Leader's pants.
Taichi grinned wickedly as his fingers deftly undid Joshima's remaining shirt buttons. "You know I love you, Tomo-chan." He paused his undressing of Leader and pulled Nagase in for a sloppy kiss over the older man's shoulder. Joshima stood sandwiched between the two, forced to only watch as they kissed, and again, passionately, heatedly.
----
Something was wrong. Joshima could feel it. It nagged at the back of his mildly (okay, maybe more than mildly) intoxicated brain, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He only-maybe-kind-of stumbled down the hotel hallway to his room, dark colors of the carpet playing on his impaired vision. It took several shots at the impossibly tiny slot before he could make his plastic card key work properly.
Day three of the tour and his body was buzzing with nervous energy. Joshima loved little more than standing in front of a crowd playing music - playing his music - and getting an immediate reaction. Watching people sing along and clap and dance filled him with joy like nothing else. This was what he'd been waiting his whole life for and he couldn't imagine anything better.
He slipped into his room, toeing off his shoes with some difficulty and tossing his jacket in the general direction of the small closet just inside the door. He had his shirt half unbuttoned when he finally took notice of them.
"Wha-....." Joshima's eyes went wide and confused. He shook his head once, closed his eyes to try to dispel the image, but there they were when he opened them again - Nagase and Taichi, limbs and tongues and bodies completely entwined...on HIS hotel bed.
Taichi looked up at the sound, eyebrows raising a fraction, lust-filled eyes surveying their leader. Nagase took the smaller man's distraction as an opportunity to attack his neck, alternating soft sucking and lapping at Taichi's pulse point. Joshima couldn't take his eyes away. Surely he was dreaming. Nightmare, maybe.
"Lea-der~," Taichi drawled, extracting one hand from the back of Nagase's pants to reach toward him.
Nagase frowned and bit down lightly on Taichi's clavicle. "Put that back," he growled. "I liked it there." Nagase glanced up at Joshima and smiled that wicked smile of his. "Come on in, Leader. The water's fine."
"....I'm going to stay in Mabo's room." Joshima turned to walk out only to find his path blocked faster than he thought possible. Nagase stared down at him with teeth bared in what Joshima was sure he thought was a sexy smile. It was more shark-like than anything else. "P-please move, Tomoya," he whispered in a vain attempt to push past.
"I don't think so, Leader." Nagase took a step forward. Joshima instinctively took a step back. Again. And again. "You should stay and play with us." Nagase leaned in to whisper as the back of Joshima's legs hit the bed, "Tai-chan's always had a thing for you, you know." He winked conspiratorially. Taichi sat up to kneel on the bed, molding himself to Joshima's back and running his hands up and down the older man's chest. He nipped lightly at Joshima's ear and practically purred at the shiver that rippled through the older man.
"Please~, Leader," Taichi whispered breathily in his ear. "The monkey just isn't enough for me tonight."
"OI!" Nagase cried, hands already working on Leader's pants.
Taichi grinned wickedly as his fingers deftly undid Joshima's remaining shirt buttons. "You know I love you, Tomo-chan." He paused his undressing of Leader and pulled Nagase in for a sloppy kiss over the older man's shoulder. Joshima stood sandwiched between the two, forced to only watch as they kissed, and again, passionately, heatedly.
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