Fanfiction: Christmas Favours
Title: Christmas Favours
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoixUruha
Rating: NC17
Spoilers/Warnings: Much smex
Disclaimers: Not mine but not for lack of trying.
Summary: Favours never come free from Aoi, that much his boyfriend Uruha knows. But when Aoi sets up a little game for Christmas, it leaves Uruha wondering just how well he knows his lover.
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Dec 17
One of the occupational hazards of being a professional guitarist was that your shoulders always ached. Repetitive shoulder strain was part and parcel of the job since most of your time was spent carrying an uneven weight.
Hence why Uruha was delighted to have found out that his lover gave the best massages this side of Tokyo.
“A little higher Aoi,” Uruha murmured, his deep voice dropping a timbre as he fought the urge to let his head fall back.
It was a typical quiet night in for Gazette’s guitarists with Aoi on the couch while Uruha sat on the floor between his boyfriend’s parted legs as the TV blared in the background.
Aoi obligingly moved his fingers to the spot just above Uruha’s right shoulder blade and worked on the knot with his thumbs until he heard the blonde let out a slow breath.
His boyfriend’s skin felt warm to the touch, his body was pliant beneath his hands and Aoi couldn’t stop himself from planting an affectionate kiss on the top of his head.
Uruha was resting his upper arms on Aoi’s thighs, a burning cigarette in his right hand. He had actually kicked the habit for more than a year now and was open about how he couldn’t stand the smell of cigarette smoke anymore.
But Aoi was still a smoker and Uruha couldn’t bear to cut their mini-therapy sessions any shorter than they needed to be.
“Smoke please Uruha,” Aoi suddenly asked politely, prompting Uruha to lift his right hand towards his lover’s mouth. After taking a drag and blowing the smoke to the side, Uruha lowered his arm and snuck a quick puff.
He may have given up smoking, but he couldn’t deny that a stolen hit of nicotine did wonders during Aoi’s massages.
“We have to stop Kai from scheduling so many practice sessions back-to-back, these knots in your back are ridiculous,” Aoi tutted as he moved his fingers to the base of Uruha’s neck. Uruha smiled as he hooked his free hand around Aoi’s leg and stroked the bare skin underneath his shorts.
“Good luck doing that with the tour so close,” Uruha said pointedly. But despite Aoi’s relaxing touch, Uruha found he couldn’t fully enjoy it. There was an anxious feeling curled in the pit of his stomach, but Uruha was hesitant to make it go away.
Aoi felt his lover fidget beneath his fingertips and his lips curved up in a wicked grin. He knew exactly what was making the blonde so antsy.
He hadn’t specified what his payment was yet.
Uruha had quickly learned that Aoi’s massages never came free. He had found out the hard way after the first time the older man had finished giving him a massage and then spanked him when he tried to walk away.
Sometimes Aoi wanted to play rough and cracked open their toy drawer. There had been one time when he insisted Uruha perform fellatio on him for three hours. Constantly sucking on his cock no matter how many times Aoi came.
But not all of Aoi’s requests were quite so brutal. Once he had just wanted to stay in bed the whole day as his lover waited on him hand and foot.
Of course Uruha had actually ended up more on his back than anything else but he hadn’t complained. It was a picnic compared to some of the kinkier shit Aoi was capable of.
The more dominant side of Uruha had actually balked at dropping and spreading quite so readily for the other guitarist. But every part of him just said a breathy yes when Aoi’s magic fingers went to work.
Those expert hands were just wonderous and Uruha always felt refreshed after one of their sessions. And he did feel bad that he could never return the favour in the same manner. The way Aoi’s features pinched when Uruha tried giving a massage told the younger man never to try it again.
Plus he was always horny as hell afterwards, so it was nice alternative to foreplay.
“That’s the last one,” Aoi said as he gave a final press to the top of Uruha’s left shoulder and gave him a gentle smack. Uruha groaned as he slowly rolled his head to work out the final kinks.
“Thank you,” Uruha said as he turned around so he could face his boyfriend. Propping his hands on either side of Aoi, Uruha pushed himself up so he could plant a lingering kiss on the older man’s lips.
“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Aoi said as tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind Uruha’s ear. But he didn’t do anything more even as Uruha leaned back on his heels and looked up at him expectantly.
“So?” Uruha finally asked after a few minutes of silence, not wanting to put off the inevitable any more than he had to.
“So?” Aoi mimicked teasingly as he lit up another cigarette. Uruha’s calm expression quickly turned to one of irritation as he waved the smoke away from his face.
“So, what it is this time Aoi?” Uruha asked as he leaned on the older man’s lap. “You want me to blow you? Or is it back to the silk ropes again? I know you really like that, you came like a freight train after.”
Aoi had to smile at his lover’s bluntness, but then Uruha was never one to mince words. He pretended to ponder Uruha’s question as he sat back and took a deep drag, but truth was he already knew what he wanted.
The more malicious part of him just liked to watch ice princess Uruha squirm.
“I tell you what, why don’t we make it different this time,” Aoi said as he pulled Uruha up so their gazes leveled. Uruha frowned, he didn’t like the sound of this.
“Why don’t you guess what I want?” he said as he tapped Uruha on the nose. Uruha swatted away his hand as he gave Aoi a hard look.
“I’m a guitarist, not a mind reader you asshole,” Uruha said curtly as he crossed his arms. “Now stop playing around and just tell me what you want.”
“This is what I want Uruha. We’ve been going out for over a year now, surely you should have an inkling of how my mind works,” Aoi said seriously.
Uruha bit his lip as his earlier anxiousness returned in the form of a cold band around his gut. Aoi’s eyes turned opaque as realisation dawned on Uruha that he wasn’t joking.
“But I will be fair, I will give you three guesses. Lets say…between now and Christmas? You do to me what you think I want, and if you get it right…I will give you massages free of charge for a month.”
“If you win?” Uruha asked with a wary twist to his mouth.
“You do whatever I want for a month. No questions, no ifs. I get to try out every dirty fantasy I ever had about you…including the ones I had before we even got together,” Aoi said, running a finger down Uruha’s clothed spine.
“How could it be any dirtier than what we’ve already tried together?” Uruha shot back as he tried to suppress a shiver.
“Oh you have no idea what sexual frustration does to the imagination. Especially when I had to make do with just my hand,” Aoi chuckled but his eyes quickly softened at Uruha’s clear trepidation.
“So what do you say?” he added quietly as he ran his thumb over his lover’s bottom lip before kissing the corner of his mouth. “We will only do this if you’re completely okay with it Uruha.”
Uruha turned over Aoi’s request in his mind as he tried to not let the older man’s gentleness distract him. It was the only thing undid him more than Aoi’s massages did.
“How can I be sure you won’t cheat?” Uruha said sharply. But he wished he could have taken his words back a second later when a flash of pure hurt crossed Aoi’s eyes.
“I won’t lie to you Uruha, you know that,” Aoi said quietly. Uruha could have kicked himself for his doubt. His lover may have possessed a twisted streak a mile wide in the bedroom but he had never given the blonde reason to doubt him when it came to the relationship side of things.
“Tell you what. Let me top for that whole month and you’ve got a deal,” Uruha said quickly to cover up his misstep. Aoi gave a forgiving half-smile as he nodded.
He was actually expecting Uruha to add something like that to their bet. Although they were both versatile, when Aoi wanted to be on top he got what he wanted ninety percent of the time. In Uruha’s case, it was more like seventy percent.
“Seal the deal with a kiss?” Aoi asked and Uruha smiled in return as pressed their lips together. Aoi’s breath caught when he felt Uruha nibble the left side of his mouth where his lip ring used to be.
He got hell from Uruha when he took it out. The other members of Gazette had wondered why Aoi was walking with a pronounced limp for a week afterwards.
“Can we start now?” Uruha whispered smokily as he toyed with the waistband of Aoi’s shorts, snapping his mind back to the present.
“Want your month to start as soon as possible huh?” Aoi teased as he hooked a finger around the strap of Uruha’s white tank top and slipped it down his shoulder.
Grabbing the remote control with his other hand, he switched off the TV so he could concentrate on his lover who was looking at him intently, no doubt planning how this evening was going to play out.
Eventually, Uruha just shrugged as he pulled his top off and tossed it on the floor, leaving him in just his dark blue boxers.
“You can think that,” he said offhandedly as he slid to the floor and pushed Aoi’s knees apart a little more. “I have other things to worry about at the moment.”
Aoi bit the tip of his tongue in order to stifle a groan as Uruha planted a line of kisses from the base of his belly button to the top of his groin.
Although Uruha enjoyed how his lover’s flesh jumped under his ministrations and slightly saltiness of his skin filling his mouth, his brow still furrowed as he looked up at the older man.
“No holding back Aoi, not while we are alone,” Uruha said sharply as he tugged at his lover’s shorts so that he could reveal the black briefs the other guitarist was wearing. To punctuate his words, he roughly traced the shape of Aoi’s cock through the material with the broad end of his tongue.
Aoi gasped and then smirked as he trailed a hand down Uruha’s pale chest to tweak one hard nipple.
“Whatever you said babe,” Aoi said before growling deep in his throat as Uruha pressed his palm against his crotch, which caused his half-hard cock to jump.
“That’s it honey, you love this don’t you?” Uruha said breathily as he pulled off Aoi’s pants completely. He ran his nose across the soft plane of Aoi’s inner thigh, lightly bruising the skin with his teeth until he was nuzzling that tantalising join between hip and pubic bone.
“I always love what you do to me Uru,” Aoi said softly as he wrapped strands of blonde hair around his head and tugged. Uruha’s heart melted a little at the endearment but he quickly brushed it aside, he wasn’t looking for tenderness at this stage.
There certainly was nothing soft about Aoi’s cock, which had already hardened under Uruha’s teasing touches and was leaving a clear wet spot on his underwear. Uruha pressed his tongue to the stain, the taste of salty musk hitting the roof of his mouth.
Aoi threw his head back as Uruha kept licking at the skin not covered by the fabric, his teeth catching and tugging at certain points. Soon Aoi felt that his underwear was way too uncomfortable and it wasn’t completely due to the damp cloth sticking to his skin.
“Uru, please,” Aoi begged as he tugged at Uruha’s hair. Uruha finally decided to take pity on his lover and hooked his thumbs around the elastic of the briefs, pulling it down just enough to reveal his cock and balls.
“I like it when you plead,” Uruha winked as he ran the tip of his tongue up and down Aoi’s length, pausing only to kiss that sensitive spot beneath the head. He wrapped a firm hand around the base of Aoi’s cock to stop him from bucking when he gently suckled at the tip.
“Ah fuck,” Aoi cursed only to moan a minute later when Uruha took more of his shaft into his mouth. Pain and pleasure pricked his skin when the blonde started touching his balls, applying just enough pressure so that Aoi felt dizzy.
And because he had to work to keep his legs open due to the restriction around his thighs, the heady rush of blood in his veins became even more pronounced.
He groaned unhappily when Uruha let his cock slip out from between his lips. But his eyes widened a moment later when the blonde rested on his haunches, arching his back as he slid his hand beneath his boxers to touch himself.
“A blowjob and a show? You spoil me Uruha,” Aoi said with a grin as he saw Uruha give his own cock a handful of fast, filthy tugs. Uruha shot him a glare.
“Oh believe me, this is not for you Aoi,” Uruha said as he pulled out his hand, his fingertips glistening with pre-cum.
Leaning forward, he pressed two fingers to Aoi’s mouth until the guitarist got the hint and started to suck. Uruha’s taste was pronouncedly different from his own, but still Aoi didn’t hesitate before taking the two digits deeper down to the knuckle.
“That’s enough,” Uruha ordered as he pulled his hand away and knelt between Aoi’s legs once more.
Aoi barely had time to catch his breath before Uruha suddenly deep-throated him, taking him so deep it bumped the back of his mouth.
“Oh yeah,” Aoi groaned as Uruha started to move, lust spiking through him at the sight of that pretty rosebud mouth wrapped so lewdly around his dick.
He jumped though when he felt Uruha’s wet fingers brush against his perineum, heading lower until they touched his entrance. He automatically flinched when Uruha penetrated him with his middle finger, sliding the digit deep into that tight heat.
“Uruha, what are you…” Aoi’s words trailed off when Uruha crooked the finger inside him, teasing the sensitive inner walls.
“What does it look like I’m doing Aoi? I’m finger fucking you,” Uruha said calmly as he withdrew his hand so he could give his finger a kittenish lick.
The sharp tinge of musk only served to arouse him further, but it was the look of flushed abandon on Aoi’s face just made him want to finish the job faster. Uruha may have acted more patient than his lover, but he was just as eager to come as Aoi was.
Putting aside his own needs, Uruha dropped his head again to take Aoi into his mouth once more. This time, he pushed both fingers in as he swallowed even more of his lover’s cock.
Aoi was moaning openly now as Uruha thrust his fingers in faster, searching for that sensitive spot inside him. When Uruha brushed against that sensitive gland, Aoi arched so hard that he could feel the springs from the couch dig into his back.
“Oh fuck yes Uruha…”
And when Uruha twisted his fingers so that his knuckles were constantly rubbing against Aoi’s prostate, the blonde had to keep a firm hold of his lover’s knee in order not to be thrown backwards as older man writhed on the sofa.
“That’s it Aoi, let go,” Uruha murmured as his movements became faster.
The feel of Aoi tightening around his fingers was the only warning Uruha had before getting a mouthful of spunk. So as not to choke, Uruha tried to swallow most of it, but some still spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Uruha didn’t even wait for Aoi to recover before raising himself up to kiss him, blindly reaching for his hand even as the other man licked away the semen from his skin.
“Come on baby,” Aoi drawled as he dug the heel of his hand against Uruha’s crotch and soon the blonde was coming just as hard as his lover, filling his boxers with cum.
Uruha’s body quivered and shook in the aftermath of such a violent orgasm as he collapsed into Aoi’s arms.
“You okay?” Aoi murmured as he dropped a kiss on the bridge of his lover’s nose. Uruha could just about answer with a nod as he struggled to stand up, wincing a little at the stickiness trailing down his thighs.
“I’m fine,” Uruha said firmly, but he still was grateful for the other guitarist’s strong hands helping him to the couch.
“That was…really good Uru,” Aoi said stroking Uruha’s hair. Uruha opened his eyes and shot Aoi a haughty smirk.
“So…was that what you wanted?” Uruha asked as his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He was so sure he had won their bet that his mouth fell open when Aoi shook his head.
“Nice try though,” Aoi said with a cocky smile, which disappeared when Uruha pushed him off the couch so that he landed painfully on his tailbone.
“You are such a dick sometimes Aoi,” Uruha said frustrated as he got to his feet. “Urgh…I’m going to take a shower.”
Aoi had to grin as he watched his boyfriend storm off in the direction of their bedroom. The next week was going to be fun, he thought amusedly as he reached for his cigarettes.
***
Dec 22
Uruha opened one eye and glared at the beeping alarm clock on their nightstand. The flashing LED’s spelt out five am, which Uruha always considered an unholy hour to get up.
But it was going to be a busy day for the band, and it was simply not worth it to hear Kai’s bitching for a couple more hours of sleep.
Stretching his arms above his head, Uruha turned around and roughly poked Aoi in the ribs. He glowered when his boyfriend didn’t move an inch and continued sleeping.
“It’s time to get up Aoi,” he said crossly, repeatedly prodding the blanket-covered lump until he heard the older man groan.
“Five more minutes mum please,” Aoi muttered groggily as he burrowed deeper into the covers. Uruha frowned as he pulled at the sheets until he could see a mass of messy black hair.
“First of all, I’m not your mother. Secondly, don’t blame me for Kai getting on your ass because you were late for whatever it is we are doing today,” Uruha said tersely, tossing the duvet onto the floor and turning around in a huff.
As Uruha’s irritated tone filtered through, Aoi finally conceded that he wasn’t going to get any more rest and sat up, hastily rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“I’m up, I’m up,” he said before letting loose a jaw-cracking yawn. “What is it that we are doing today anyway?” Aoi asked as he wrapped his arms around Uruha’s midsection so he could plant a kiss on the back of his neck.
Uruha smiled fleetingly at how affectionate his lover was when he was drowsy before grabbing his phone to look at the appointment book.
“I have a radio interview with Reita, after which we have to do a Fool’s Mate photoshoot together. You have a television interview with Kai and then one with Ruki. Then we have that group shoot at night,” Uruha sighed at their packed day as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Tell me why again we haven’t been doing many photoshoots together Uruha?” Aoi asked as he rested his chin on Uruha’s shoulder.
“Because you wouldn’t stop groping me and Kai finally got sick of it,” Uruha said wryly. “He said fans were starting to talk.”
“Let them,” Aoi said throatily as he pulled Uruha backwards until he was on top of him. Uruha glared at the older man as he tried to break free from his embrace, but all that managed to do was rub their bodies together even more.
“We have no time for this Aoi,” Uruha admonished from beneath him even as his palms brushed against Aoi’s nipples. “I’m actually already late, the radio interview starts at seven.”
“Why don’t we play hooky today? Tell everyone we’re sick and screw around in every room of the apartment,” Aoi whispered huskily as he sank his teeth into the fleshy part of Uruha’s earlobe.
Uruha was in two minds as he stared up at the tempting curve that Aoi’s neck presented while the older man's hips undulated above him in the most delicious of ways.
But the more sensible part of him knew that if Kai had found out they had skipped out on their responsibilities for sex, they would be forced to practice until their fingers bled.
And he probably would have ordered them to do it with that damn smile on his face.
“Come on stop, I really am late. In fact, I’ll have to run to Reita’s and shower there to save time,” Uruha said apologetically as he reluctantly rolled out of Aoi’s arms and walked to the closet.
Aoi gave a defeated sigh as he propped himself up on his elbows.
“Okay fine, but it’s your fault if I walk around with an erection the entire day,” Aoi grumbled as he got off the bed and grabbed his towel. He tempered his angry words though with a quick kiss to Uruha’s cheek.
“Later Uruha,” Aoi whispered in his ear and was pleasantly surprised when the blonde kissed him back hard on the lips.
“Later Aoi.”
Uruha hastily started stuffing some essentials in a bag as the sound of the shower filled the apartment. But as he was pulling on his jeans, a thought suddenly struck him.
The bet.
And the realisation that he was running out of time.
Ever since that night on the couch, both men had been too busy running Christmas errands and practice for Uruha to even start attempt number two. They barely had time for even normal sex, which explained Aoi’s ardor and Uruha’s moment of weakness this morning.
Biting his bottom lip thoughtfully, Uruha stared at the bathroom door as he remembered a particular fantasy of Aoi’s that they had yet to try out yet. They had come close, but stopped short of going all the way.
“That has to be it,” Uruha said under his breath as he reached for the pad of sticky notes next to the table. After scribbling a quick message on it, he tore it off and pasted it on Aoi’s cellphone.
He then rummaged through the drawer and took out a familiar square packet, which he put next to his lover’s phone with a smirk on his face.
“Round two Aoi,” Uruha said as he grabbed his bag and ran out the door.
***
“Commercial break,” the DJ announced with a flourish as he flipped a switch.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Uruha motioned to Reita that he was going to grab a coffee before taking his earphones off. In his experience, commercials were just long enough for a coffee machine to spit out a cappuccino.
After sliding the cup in and pushing the switch, Uruha startled a little when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He grinned though when he saw the name flashing across the screen.
Usually Uruha switched off his phone during interviews, but he had actually been expecting this call ever since he had left Aoi that little love message this morning.
“Hello?”
“Call me if you need help with your erection huh?” came Aoi’s bemused voice over the line as he read out Uruha’s note. Uruha chuckled as he took his coffee and blew off the steam.
“Well you did say it was my fault. Only fair that I should help you,” Uruha said, smiling even more as he heard Aoi toy with the condom he had left him, the foil crinkling under his fingertips. “How’s the TV interview going?”
“It hasn’t started yet and Kai has gone to see what’s up. But don’t change the subject,” Aoi said warningly. “Exactly how are you going to help me?”
After a taking a quick look around to see that no one was listening, Uruha held the phone closer and whispered huskily into the receiver, “By doing whatever you want today Aoi.”
“Uruha? What is up with you today….oh,” Aoi inhaled sharply as Uruha’s behaviour finally made sense to him. “This is your second guess isn’t it?”
“Well surely you haven’t forgotten about our little wager Aoi. Or maybe in your case you might have wish I had,” Uruha added dryly.
“Is this like some kind of long drawn-out foreplay then Uru?” Aoi drawled, the silkiness in his voice triggering a heat in the younger man’s blood. Uruha could practically hear the dirty smile on his face.
“Well I figured, just because we can’t be together physically doesn’t mean we should be far from each other’s thoughts,” the blonde reasoned, smiling beatifically at the radio station staff that happened to be mulling past.
“So you will do anything?”
“Anything. You want me to whimper your name down the phone in public, talk dirty to you, anything. Anytime….any where,” Uruha drew out the last word, rolling it over his tongue and smiling when he heard Aoi inhale sharply.
“Well, in that case….”
“Aoi! The interview is about to start. Hang up the phone will you, and since it’s probably Uruha you are speaking to, tell him hi and ask him why he’s not on radio.”
Uruha rolled his eyes and laughed as he heard Kai’s cheery voice come clear across the line along with Aoi’s groan of exasperation.
“Coming Kai…you tinhorn dictator,” Aoi muttered under his breath. “Touch your bottom lip for me Uruha. Imagine it’s me, giving you a kiss for good luck,” he added hurriedly.
Uruha obediently ran his thumb over his mouth and his breathing quickened as a fissure of pleasure shot through his body.
“That’s it Uruha,” Aoi said softly. “Talk to you later then,” he added before hanging up.
“Bye,” Uruha said but Aoi was already gone. Touching his lip again, Uruha closed his eyes as he remembered their brief kiss this morning. As always, it amazed him how Aoi could affect him with nothing more than just his words.
“Uruha? Where did you go? The commercial is almost over.”
Uruha’s eyes flew open at the sound of Reita’s voice, flushing a little when the bassist looked at him quizzically.
“Burnt my lip on the coffee, sorry. Shall we?” Uruha said smoothly, taking a quick sip in order to partially hide his cheeks. Without waiting for a reply, he tossed the cup in the bin and headed back for the studio.
Reita shook his head at his best friend’s antics. This feeling of bewilderment deepened when Uruha seemed distracted for the rest of the hour. While he had a feeling that Aoi was somehow behind this, Reita knew better than to ask.
Even under normal circumstances Uruha was never that comfortable when it came to interviews. But the blonde was positively jittery now after having given free reign to his boyfriend for the day to control his actions.
Thankfully the rest of the interview went on without incident. As the DJ drew their session to a close, Uruha was just about relax when he felt a sudden pulse against his hip that caused his stomach to turn over.
While being careful to keep his gaze straight ahead, the blonde reached into his pocket and surreptitiously checked his phone for new messages. But he almost dropped it when he saw what Aoi had text to him.
“Touch yourself, but make sure you don’t get caught. Love Aoi.”
“He can’t be serious,” Uruha’s eyes widened a little as he reread the message over. But there was no doubt in his mind that Aoi meant every word.
For a split second the guitarist thought about calling their little game off, or at very least lying to Aoi and telling him he had done it.
“No, I’m not going to give him the satisfaction,” Uruha thought, setting his jaw in a grim line. It was Uruha’s idea after all, and he couldn’t bear the thought of Aoi lording over him that he couldn’t stick to it.
While keeping one eye on Reita and the DJ, Uruha surreptitiously slid his hand down the front of his jeans until it was resting on the zipper. Taking a deep breath, he exerted a little pressure until he could feel the curve of his cock beneath his palm.
His breathing hitched as he felt himself harden under the stimulation. Uruha never figured himself for an exhibitionist. His boyfriend was the one who loved being the center of attention, arching his back and twisting his hips like a Vegas pole dancer on stage.
But Uruha found it was the very thought of getting caught doing something so dirty in public that was the turn on. It seemed that Aoi had unwittingly managed to uncover yet another kink in him.
Feeling a tad braver, Uruha curled his fingers and tugged sharply at the seam of his jeans. He had to bite back a gasp as his cock twitched due to the sudden friction.
“Do you agree with Reita, Uruha?”
Uruha spine stiffened as if he had been electrocuted as he suddenly realised that both Reita and the interviewer’s eyes were on him, patiently waiting for an answer.
“Well, I usually do,” Uruha said, trying not to stammer as he fought to regain his composure. He hoped to God that he hadn’t agreed to anything stupid and breathed a sigh of relief when the topic turned out to be about their latest tour.
Although the DJ seemed happy with Uruha’s short answer, Reita had a look of suspicion on his face.
“What’s up with you?” he hissed under his breath as their new single played in the background.
“Nothing,” Uruha answered weakly as he slumped back in his chair. He groaned inwardly and fought the sudden urge to put his head in his hands.
It was going to be a long day.
***
Uruha was getting his makeup done the next time Aoi called.
The photoshoot was yet another in a series organised by PSC in order to promote the anniversary concert in January. Reita had already done his makeup and was chatting amicably with the staff.
“Excuse me,” Uruha told the makeup artist politely as he reached for his phone. When he saw who was calling, his eyes narrowed before flipping open his cell.
“Bastard,” he said with feeling.
Uruha’s scowled when he heard Aoi give an unabashed chuckle.
“I take it your listeners got treated to an earful this morning then?” Aoi said wickedly, causing Uruha to roll his eyes.
“Nope, as per your instructions I didn’t get caught,” Uruha said in a low tone, but the smugness in his voice was clearly apparent. “Where are you anyway?”
“Driving to meet Ruki at the station, but I’m caught in traffic at the moment. You at your photoshoot?” Aoi asked, and Uruha could just about hear the rumble of the car engine in the background.
“Yeah, just waiting for some other people to show up,” Uruha replied, leaning back so that the makeup artist could add a final touch of powder and one last coat of mascara before leaving him.
“Are you alone?” Aoi’s voice fell a notch without warning and Uruha felt his pulse quicken.
“No not really,” Uruha said, swallowing hard as his throat suddenly turned dry.
“Make yourself alone,” Aoi ordered, his words suddenly carrying a very dangerous edge.
Uruha bit his lip as he assessed the situation. The Fool’s Mate photographer had just about finished setting up his equipment, but the Alice Nine guitarists were not there yet. The blonde figured that he had about a ten minute window before they were to start shooting.
He had to be quick.
“Hang on,” Uruha told Aoi as he clasped his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. He made a quick beeline for the bathroom farthest away from where they were shooting, located at the very back of the studio.
Uruha was glad to see that it was empty before promptly locking the door behind him. And to be extra sure, he picked one of the bigger stalls and barricaded himself inside.
“I’m alone now Aoi, what did you have to say to me?” Uruha said as he leaned against the wall, his knees suddenly weak with anticipation.
“I want you to talk dirty to me,” Aoi said calmly, as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“Tell me, what you would have done to me if we had decided to continue this morning. If we had the whole day to play around.”
Uruha took a shuddering breath as his pants suddenly felt too tight. He closed his eyes in order to rein in the sudden wave of lust that struck him as he undid his belt buckle with one hand.
“You were on top of me if I remember correctly Aoi,” Uruha said as he gave the base of his cock a firm squeeze.
“Yes I was, resting between your legs and pressed tightly against your morning erection, which was all warm and hard,” Aoi responded, his voice suddenly raspy.
“Am I doing the talking here or you?” Uruha said sharply, wanting to remind Aoi that it was indeed his game.
“Forgive me Uruha, please continue,” Aoi said apologetically, his submissiveness feeding the blonde’s own aggressive streak.
“I would strip you, slowly,” Uruha said assertively as he licked his lips. “Take off your T-shirt and slip your boxers down your legs until you were completely naked. And I would kiss all your sweet spots….your neck, the inside of your wrist and that spot just behind your balls.”
“That feels good Uruha,” Aoi breathed, desire thickening his words.
“But nothing feels as good as when I take your cock into my mouth. Slowly, sucking on your shaft inch by inch until my nose is buried in that pretty pubic bush of yours.”
Uruha’s cock was practically dripping now as he jerked it in his palm, Aoi’s unrestrained groans sharpening the mental image he had of them in bed together.
“But because we haven’t fucked in days, that would be all the foreplay you would get Aoi. I would flip you on your stomach and reach for the lube. But you wouldn’t mind would you? In fact you would raise your ass in the air for me.”
“Fuck yes I would Uruha, as long as you plan to fuck me into the mattress,” Aoi growled, his frustration clear even with the sound of car horns in the background.
“Are you touching yourself Aoi?” Uruha mocked lightly. “In the car? In full view of everyone?”
“Yes because that is what you do to me Uruha,” Aoi replied with a soft groan, which told Uruha he had probably given his cock an extra hard pull.
“I would stick two fingers inside you, because one would not be enough for you. Opening up that practically virgin ass of yours. And when I remove them you would whimper at the loss, but then you have to fight back from yelling out my name as put on a condom and slide my cock into you.”
Aoi moaned yet again and Uruha could hear the wet slick slide of his boyfriend’s penis encircled by his fingers.
“Do I feel good Aoi? Buried so deep inside you that you can practically taste me,” Uruha said tauntingly even as his thoughts became less coherent.
“Yes Uruha, you feel so good. Your cock always feels good to me. It feels so big as you shaft me harder. God, how I want you.”
“Oh babe, me too,” Uruha said as he gripped the wall for balance.
“Am I tight around you? Does my body squeeze your cock like a vice as you try to thrust into me?” Aoi said, and Uruha could immediately feel power shift back to him.
But the blonde was past caring who was in control. His fist was a blur as he pumped his cock, so close to his orgasm that his fingers were slick with pre-orgasmic fluid.
“Yes baby, you feel so tight. So good,” Uruha moaned openly as he rested his head against the wall. “So good as I fuck your brains out.”
“Close, so close.” The words ran a riot in his head as he imagined coming inside Aoi, his lover’s body tightening around him as he came as well.
“Stop Uruha.”
Uruha froze in shock, his hand still firmly wrapped around the middle of his cock.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Aoi! I can’t stop, I’m so close,” Uruha groaned weakly as his hand started to move again.
“Yes you can stop Uruha. Just take your hand away and splash some cold water on it,” Aoi said.
“Aoi!”
“Uruha…”
It was just one word, but Uruha knew not to push his luck. With great difficulty, he removed his hand and cleaned his cock with toilet roll before tucking it back into his trousers.
“I’ve stopped, happy?” Uruha snapped as he crumpled the tissue with more force than needed before throwing it into the bin.
“I’ll make it up to you babe. I’ll nail you to the wall and suck down every last drop of you,” Aoi purred.
“When?” Uruha asked, unable to keep a tinge of desperation out of his voice.
“At our photoshoot later. We will sneak off for a quickie promise. Now you better go, Reita is probably wondering what you are. Love you,” Aoi said before hanging up.
Uruha closed his phone with a vicious snap as he suppressed the urge to throw it against the wall. His cock throbbed in his pants as if to remind him of his lack of sexual gratification.
“Never mind Uruha. Think about when you win the bet. Aoi will find out then that payback is a real bitch,” Uruha told himself as he splashed water on his face.
After taking one last breath to calm down, Uruha walked out of the bathroom with determined look on his face.
***
Finally it was the last shoot of the day.
“Thank God,” Uruha thought to himself as he slumped on the couch. He had never remembered being this tired in a long time.
He had a hell of time explaining his disappearance to the Fool’s Mate staff and Reita earlier. Thankfully, they had bought his excuse about not feeling well given how heated his cheeks were.
“Where are the rest?” Uruha asked the bassist who was sitting on the chair opposite, when he noticed that none of the other band members were around.
“Apparently Aoi and Ruki are stuck in traffic. Kai is finishing up something at the studio, which is like the other side of town,” Reita wrinkled his nose. Well at least Uruha thought he was wrinkling his nose.
“This place is great to shoot but a pain in the ass to get to,” Reita added with a sigh as he turned his attention back to his laptop.
Uruha had to agree. For their latest shoot, management had rented them a club located on the fringe of Tokyo. It was done up like a vintage burlesque bar with ornate velvet curtains and crystal chandeliers.
But the truth was, their photoshoot was the last thing on his mind. His heart just sank and his nerves stood on edge when he realised that Aoi was not going to be able to make good on his promise.
“Well since time is money, why don’t you do your shots first Uruha?” asked the photographer as he ambled over to the two men. “That way we can just take all the individual shots as they come before going for the group.”
Uruha nodded as he dutifully walked over to the bar where they decided to take the majority of his shots. After posing on the chair for about fifteen minutes, he was suddenly aware of Aoi and Ruki crossing his line of vision.
For a minute, both of them just stood behind the photographer, watching Uruha change positions as he moved around the counter. The blonde licked his lips though when the look in Aoi’s eyes turned almost predatory.
“That’s nice Uruha, a little more sultriness for your fans,” said the photographer as his camera whirred away. Usually Uruha bridled at being overtly sexy, but figured a few frames wouldn’t kill him.
And besides, sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander he reasoned.
Biting his thumb, Uruha looked straight on at the camera as he tried to recall how he had felt this morning when Aoi had first called him. The memory was still so strong that when he opened his eyes, they were practically smouldering behind his gold-brown lenses.
Uruha then arched his neck and lightly brushed his fingertips over his collarbone, his lips parting slightly as he breathed slowly through his mouth. When he saw Ruki’s jaw drop at the mildly obscene sound, Uruha knew he had scored a bull’s-eye.
“Very nice Uruha,” the photographer said approvingly, but Uruha didn’t fail to notice how slightly uncomfortable the man was. “That should be more than enough, thank you.”
“Thank you,” Uruha responded as he walked off set, not daring to meet Aoi’s gaze. But Reita wasn’t blind to the guitarist’s little show either judging by the startled expression on his face.
“Damn, that was hot Uruha. If I wasn’t dating Ruki, I would so go after you,” Reita commented playfully. He whimpered though when the vocalist smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ass," Ruki said as he rolled his eyes. "I have to agree with him though, you do look very good today."
Uruha brushed off the compliment with a bashful smile but he was fully aware of the heated gaze resting on the back of his neck, the feeling so tangible it raised goosebumps on his skin.
“While waiting for Kai, I think I’ll go exploring,” Uruha said casually. “Call me when its time for the group okay?” he shot over his shoulder, his heart hammering in his ribcage knowing that Aoi would soon follow.
It only took his boyfriend ten minutes to find him in the upstairs bathroom. Uruha, who had his back to the door, smirked when he saw Aoi enter and lock the door through the mirror.
“What took you so long?” Uruha said with a raised eyebrow as he started to unbuckle his belt.
“You little tease,” Aoi hissed as he strode towards him. He grabbed the blonde firmly by the shoulders and turned him around so he could roughly kiss him, his teeth nipping at Uruha’s tongue when he opened his mouth.
“Look who’s talking,” Uruha said as he anxiously tugged at the front of Aoi’s trousers, pulling it open to reveal his erection. After so much foreplay, neither wanted to waste any more time on preliminaries.
Aoi dropped to his knees as he undid the rest of Uruha’s belt with unsteady fingers. It only took one tug to send his pants to the floor, his breath catching when he realised that the blonde hadn’t worn underwear.
The older man shot Uruha a dark look, which he replied with a small shrug.
“I figured since you'd end up screwing me in a bathroom, why bother?” Uruha said with a wicked glint his eye.
But his cocky expression soon melted away as Aoi swallowed him whole, sucking him without any of his usual finesse, just driven by the overwhelming need to taste his lover.
Sparks danced up Uruha’s spine as Aoi worked on his cock as their mutual lust permeated the air, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what he wanted, what Aoi had promised him.
“Fuck me Aoi. I don’t care who walks in, just fuck me,” Uruha begged as his fingers tangled in his lover’s long black hair.
“Turn around,” Aoi said huskily as he got to his feet. Uruha watched him search his pockets until he pulled out a sachet of lube and the condom he had left him this morning.
Uruha gasped when he felt Aoi’s latex covered dick press between the cleft of his buttocks. The blonde let out a keening moan when Aoi pushed his cock into him, stretching him only slightly with his fingers.
In order to make things easier for the older man, Uruha stretched on his tiptoes and leaned back, gasping loudly when Aoi’s cock was buried to the hilt. After going through a whole day of imagining it, having the real thing inside him was almost too much.
“Move,” he said through gritted teeth as he felt Aoi’s dick throb inside him.
Slipping his hand around Uruha’s smooth stomach, Aoi gave a small thrust forward while cradling his lover’s length in his hand. He picked up the pace when Uruha kept crying out in pleasure at his quick deep strokes.
“I wanted to do that…all…fucking…day Uru,” Aoi drew out his words as he clamped his mouth on the smooth line of the blonde’s neck. Uruha could only groan in response as Aoi pounded into him, his pelvis smacking loudly against his ass.
His head fell back as Aoi struck the pleasure spot inside him as he clung on to the edge of the counter when his bones threatened to turn into water.
“Yes Aoi…”
“Open your eyes Uruha,” Aoi suddenly commanded. When he did, the blonde gasped at the debauched sight in the mirror. Sweat trickling down his neck as Aoi took him from behind, his eyes turning cloudy as his lover expertly fisted his cock.
“Watch us, watch as I make you come,” Aoi murmured, arching his back a little as Uruha reached around to cup his buttocks so he could pull him in deeper.
“So close baby, just a little more,” Uruha replied closing his eyes again as the first tendrils of his orgasms spiraled around his nerve endings.
“When I thought about you waiting for me….wanting me….I couldn’t breathe Uruha,” Aoi said darkly even as the movement in his hips turned erratic.
With those words in his ear, Uruha finally came, his semen staining the counter in white streaks and Aoi’s hand firmly clamped over his mouth to muffle his cry. It only took a few more thrusts before Aoi came as well, holding on to Uruha so tight that he could barely breathe.
Uruha felt his knees give out once his climax had run its course and leaned heavily against the counter. After such a powerful orgasm, the blonde just felt drained and unable to move.
But soon their position became unbearable as Aoi’s weight on his back meant that the porcelain tiles were digging uncomfortably into the blonde’s ribs.
“Aoi? Could you?” he murmured.
“Sorry,” Aoi said gruffly as he gingerly pulled out. After disposing of the condom, he brushed back the sweaty strands of hair from his lover’s forehead before giving him a kiss.
“I love that you would do something like this for me Uruha,” he said softly against the blonde’s skin. Uruha smiled and responded with a kiss to the base of the older man’s neck, that gesture telling Aoi more than words ever could.
“We better clean up and go, otherwise everyone will know what we disappeared for,” Aoi said with a chuckle.
After straightening wiping up and straightening their clothes, Aoi was about to walk out the door when Uruha’s voice stopped him.
“So was I right this time?” Uruha asked with a confident smile.
“Nope,” Aoi answered cheerfully as he ducked out the door.
Fuck.
***
Dec 25
It was the night of Miyavi’s private Christmas party and Uruha had just about resigned himself to dressing up like a French Maid for a month.
He stared bleakly at the clock as he nursed his glass of champagne. Twenty more minutes to midnight, twenty more minutes until he was forced to do Aoi’s laundry naked.
Uruha shot his boyfriend a hard look, which he didn’t notice, as he was busy chatting to Miyavi at the other end of the room. While Uruha had a few ideas in mind, he didn’t dare to try them because he still wasn’t completely sure.
But a part of Uruha refused to call it quits just yet. Hence why he was sitting in a corner wracking his brain instead of joining in the festivities. It was a shame though, because Uruha normally loved Miyavi’s annual party.
It was the one time that all of them let their hair down and relaxed. Even Kai was not his usual workaholic self and instead was just curled contently on Miyavi’s lap.
Miyavi had outdone himself this year with decorations Uruha noted, covering every inch in tinsel and twinkling fairy lights. Everywhere he turned he could see blue and yellow candy canes nestled among swathes of Christmas greenery.
Christmas greenery?
Uruha suddenly felt a light bulb go on above his head.
“Aoi!”
Everyone in the room turned at the sound of the guitarist’s voice but Uruha really didn’t care at this point. He had five minutes until midnight and he was sure he had guessed right.
Grabbing something off the table, Uruha walked up to Aoi determinedly and dangled a piece of mistletoe above his head.
“Merry Christmas,” Uruha said before pressing their mouths together in a deep, sensual kiss. Although their lips barely parted, Uruha made sure that Aoi could feel the kiss from the top of his head until his toes.
When they broke apart, it was to catcalls and whistles from everyone, but all Uruha could see was the look of contentment on his lover’s face.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” he said with a triumphant smile.
“That’s it,” Aoi said breathlessly, pleasure flooding his chest at the romantic gesture from his usually reserved boyfriend. Hence why he wasn't expecting Uruha to suddenly frown at him before punching him hard on the shoulder.
“Ouch!”
“Asshole, you made me go through all that when all you wanted was a kiss,” Uruha said with a pout. But Aoi just shrugged and kissed him persistently on the lips until Uruha’s mouth relaxed into a slight smile.
“What can I say, I was in a good mood that day,” he grinned and then cocked his head as he heard music in the background.
“Dance with me babe?” Aoi asked as he took Uruha’s hand and lead him to the dance floor. They joined the other couples in a slow waltz shrouded by the dim light.
“Congratulations Uruha, you won our bet. That means I’m yours to do with for the next month,” Aoi said as he twined his arms around his lover.
“Was there ever any doubt?” Uruha said jokingly, but his voice soon turned serious.
“You…didn’t mind losing…did you Aoi?” Uruha asked tentatively, breathing a little easier when Aoi shook his head.
“Not in the least, just…be gentle okay?” Aoi said wryly. Uruha laughed as he pressed their bodies closer together.
“I will make it up to you promise,” he whispered in Aoi’s ear before tugging at one of his earrings with his teeth.
“How?” Aoi asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Because I’ve been taking lessons on how to give good massages,” Uruha answered with a wink.
***
The End
***
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoixUruha
Rating: NC17
Spoilers/Warnings: Much smex
Disclaimers: Not mine but not for lack of trying.
Summary: Favours never come free from Aoi, that much his boyfriend Uruha knows. But when Aoi sets up a little game for Christmas, it leaves Uruha wondering just how well he knows his lover.
***
Dec 17
One of the occupational hazards of being a professional guitarist was that your shoulders always ached. Repetitive shoulder strain was part and parcel of the job since most of your time was spent carrying an uneven weight.
Hence why Uruha was delighted to have found out that his lover gave the best massages this side of Tokyo.
“A little higher Aoi,” Uruha murmured, his deep voice dropping a timbre as he fought the urge to let his head fall back.
It was a typical quiet night in for Gazette’s guitarists with Aoi on the couch while Uruha sat on the floor between his boyfriend’s parted legs as the TV blared in the background.
Aoi obligingly moved his fingers to the spot just above Uruha’s right shoulder blade and worked on the knot with his thumbs until he heard the blonde let out a slow breath.
His boyfriend’s skin felt warm to the touch, his body was pliant beneath his hands and Aoi couldn’t stop himself from planting an affectionate kiss on the top of his head.
Uruha was resting his upper arms on Aoi’s thighs, a burning cigarette in his right hand. He had actually kicked the habit for more than a year now and was open about how he couldn’t stand the smell of cigarette smoke anymore.
But Aoi was still a smoker and Uruha couldn’t bear to cut their mini-therapy sessions any shorter than they needed to be.
“Smoke please Uruha,” Aoi suddenly asked politely, prompting Uruha to lift his right hand towards his lover’s mouth. After taking a drag and blowing the smoke to the side, Uruha lowered his arm and snuck a quick puff.
He may have given up smoking, but he couldn’t deny that a stolen hit of nicotine did wonders during Aoi’s massages.
“We have to stop Kai from scheduling so many practice sessions back-to-back, these knots in your back are ridiculous,” Aoi tutted as he moved his fingers to the base of Uruha’s neck. Uruha smiled as he hooked his free hand around Aoi’s leg and stroked the bare skin underneath his shorts.
“Good luck doing that with the tour so close,” Uruha said pointedly. But despite Aoi’s relaxing touch, Uruha found he couldn’t fully enjoy it. There was an anxious feeling curled in the pit of his stomach, but Uruha was hesitant to make it go away.
Aoi felt his lover fidget beneath his fingertips and his lips curved up in a wicked grin. He knew exactly what was making the blonde so antsy.
He hadn’t specified what his payment was yet.
Uruha had quickly learned that Aoi’s massages never came free. He had found out the hard way after the first time the older man had finished giving him a massage and then spanked him when he tried to walk away.
Sometimes Aoi wanted to play rough and cracked open their toy drawer. There had been one time when he insisted Uruha perform fellatio on him for three hours. Constantly sucking on his cock no matter how many times Aoi came.
But not all of Aoi’s requests were quite so brutal. Once he had just wanted to stay in bed the whole day as his lover waited on him hand and foot.
Of course Uruha had actually ended up more on his back than anything else but he hadn’t complained. It was a picnic compared to some of the kinkier shit Aoi was capable of.
The more dominant side of Uruha had actually balked at dropping and spreading quite so readily for the other guitarist. But every part of him just said a breathy yes when Aoi’s magic fingers went to work.
Those expert hands were just wonderous and Uruha always felt refreshed after one of their sessions. And he did feel bad that he could never return the favour in the same manner. The way Aoi’s features pinched when Uruha tried giving a massage told the younger man never to try it again.
Plus he was always horny as hell afterwards, so it was nice alternative to foreplay.
“That’s the last one,” Aoi said as he gave a final press to the top of Uruha’s left shoulder and gave him a gentle smack. Uruha groaned as he slowly rolled his head to work out the final kinks.
“Thank you,” Uruha said as he turned around so he could face his boyfriend. Propping his hands on either side of Aoi, Uruha pushed himself up so he could plant a lingering kiss on the older man’s lips.
“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Aoi said as tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind Uruha’s ear. But he didn’t do anything more even as Uruha leaned back on his heels and looked up at him expectantly.
“So?” Uruha finally asked after a few minutes of silence, not wanting to put off the inevitable any more than he had to.
“So?” Aoi mimicked teasingly as he lit up another cigarette. Uruha’s calm expression quickly turned to one of irritation as he waved the smoke away from his face.
“So, what it is this time Aoi?” Uruha asked as he leaned on the older man’s lap. “You want me to blow you? Or is it back to the silk ropes again? I know you really like that, you came like a freight train after.”
Aoi had to smile at his lover’s bluntness, but then Uruha was never one to mince words. He pretended to ponder Uruha’s question as he sat back and took a deep drag, but truth was he already knew what he wanted.
The more malicious part of him just liked to watch ice princess Uruha squirm.
“I tell you what, why don’t we make it different this time,” Aoi said as he pulled Uruha up so their gazes leveled. Uruha frowned, he didn’t like the sound of this.
“Why don’t you guess what I want?” he said as he tapped Uruha on the nose. Uruha swatted away his hand as he gave Aoi a hard look.
“I’m a guitarist, not a mind reader you asshole,” Uruha said curtly as he crossed his arms. “Now stop playing around and just tell me what you want.”
“This is what I want Uruha. We’ve been going out for over a year now, surely you should have an inkling of how my mind works,” Aoi said seriously.
Uruha bit his lip as his earlier anxiousness returned in the form of a cold band around his gut. Aoi’s eyes turned opaque as realisation dawned on Uruha that he wasn’t joking.
“But I will be fair, I will give you three guesses. Lets say…between now and Christmas? You do to me what you think I want, and if you get it right…I will give you massages free of charge for a month.”
“If you win?” Uruha asked with a wary twist to his mouth.
“You do whatever I want for a month. No questions, no ifs. I get to try out every dirty fantasy I ever had about you…including the ones I had before we even got together,” Aoi said, running a finger down Uruha’s clothed spine.
“How could it be any dirtier than what we’ve already tried together?” Uruha shot back as he tried to suppress a shiver.
“Oh you have no idea what sexual frustration does to the imagination. Especially when I had to make do with just my hand,” Aoi chuckled but his eyes quickly softened at Uruha’s clear trepidation.
“So what do you say?” he added quietly as he ran his thumb over his lover’s bottom lip before kissing the corner of his mouth. “We will only do this if you’re completely okay with it Uruha.”
Uruha turned over Aoi’s request in his mind as he tried to not let the older man’s gentleness distract him. It was the only thing undid him more than Aoi’s massages did.
“How can I be sure you won’t cheat?” Uruha said sharply. But he wished he could have taken his words back a second later when a flash of pure hurt crossed Aoi’s eyes.
“I won’t lie to you Uruha, you know that,” Aoi said quietly. Uruha could have kicked himself for his doubt. His lover may have possessed a twisted streak a mile wide in the bedroom but he had never given the blonde reason to doubt him when it came to the relationship side of things.
“Tell you what. Let me top for that whole month and you’ve got a deal,” Uruha said quickly to cover up his misstep. Aoi gave a forgiving half-smile as he nodded.
He was actually expecting Uruha to add something like that to their bet. Although they were both versatile, when Aoi wanted to be on top he got what he wanted ninety percent of the time. In Uruha’s case, it was more like seventy percent.
“Seal the deal with a kiss?” Aoi asked and Uruha smiled in return as pressed their lips together. Aoi’s breath caught when he felt Uruha nibble the left side of his mouth where his lip ring used to be.
He got hell from Uruha when he took it out. The other members of Gazette had wondered why Aoi was walking with a pronounced limp for a week afterwards.
“Can we start now?” Uruha whispered smokily as he toyed with the waistband of Aoi’s shorts, snapping his mind back to the present.
“Want your month to start as soon as possible huh?” Aoi teased as he hooked a finger around the strap of Uruha’s white tank top and slipped it down his shoulder.
Grabbing the remote control with his other hand, he switched off the TV so he could concentrate on his lover who was looking at him intently, no doubt planning how this evening was going to play out.
Eventually, Uruha just shrugged as he pulled his top off and tossed it on the floor, leaving him in just his dark blue boxers.
“You can think that,” he said offhandedly as he slid to the floor and pushed Aoi’s knees apart a little more. “I have other things to worry about at the moment.”
Aoi bit the tip of his tongue in order to stifle a groan as Uruha planted a line of kisses from the base of his belly button to the top of his groin.
Although Uruha enjoyed how his lover’s flesh jumped under his ministrations and slightly saltiness of his skin filling his mouth, his brow still furrowed as he looked up at the older man.
“No holding back Aoi, not while we are alone,” Uruha said sharply as he tugged at his lover’s shorts so that he could reveal the black briefs the other guitarist was wearing. To punctuate his words, he roughly traced the shape of Aoi’s cock through the material with the broad end of his tongue.
Aoi gasped and then smirked as he trailed a hand down Uruha’s pale chest to tweak one hard nipple.
“Whatever you said babe,” Aoi said before growling deep in his throat as Uruha pressed his palm against his crotch, which caused his half-hard cock to jump.
“That’s it honey, you love this don’t you?” Uruha said breathily as he pulled off Aoi’s pants completely. He ran his nose across the soft plane of Aoi’s inner thigh, lightly bruising the skin with his teeth until he was nuzzling that tantalising join between hip and pubic bone.
“I always love what you do to me Uru,” Aoi said softly as he wrapped strands of blonde hair around his head and tugged. Uruha’s heart melted a little at the endearment but he quickly brushed it aside, he wasn’t looking for tenderness at this stage.
There certainly was nothing soft about Aoi’s cock, which had already hardened under Uruha’s teasing touches and was leaving a clear wet spot on his underwear. Uruha pressed his tongue to the stain, the taste of salty musk hitting the roof of his mouth.
Aoi threw his head back as Uruha kept licking at the skin not covered by the fabric, his teeth catching and tugging at certain points. Soon Aoi felt that his underwear was way too uncomfortable and it wasn’t completely due to the damp cloth sticking to his skin.
“Uru, please,” Aoi begged as he tugged at Uruha’s hair. Uruha finally decided to take pity on his lover and hooked his thumbs around the elastic of the briefs, pulling it down just enough to reveal his cock and balls.
“I like it when you plead,” Uruha winked as he ran the tip of his tongue up and down Aoi’s length, pausing only to kiss that sensitive spot beneath the head. He wrapped a firm hand around the base of Aoi’s cock to stop him from bucking when he gently suckled at the tip.
“Ah fuck,” Aoi cursed only to moan a minute later when Uruha took more of his shaft into his mouth. Pain and pleasure pricked his skin when the blonde started touching his balls, applying just enough pressure so that Aoi felt dizzy.
And because he had to work to keep his legs open due to the restriction around his thighs, the heady rush of blood in his veins became even more pronounced.
He groaned unhappily when Uruha let his cock slip out from between his lips. But his eyes widened a moment later when the blonde rested on his haunches, arching his back as he slid his hand beneath his boxers to touch himself.
“A blowjob and a show? You spoil me Uruha,” Aoi said with a grin as he saw Uruha give his own cock a handful of fast, filthy tugs. Uruha shot him a glare.
“Oh believe me, this is not for you Aoi,” Uruha said as he pulled out his hand, his fingertips glistening with pre-cum.
Leaning forward, he pressed two fingers to Aoi’s mouth until the guitarist got the hint and started to suck. Uruha’s taste was pronouncedly different from his own, but still Aoi didn’t hesitate before taking the two digits deeper down to the knuckle.
“That’s enough,” Uruha ordered as he pulled his hand away and knelt between Aoi’s legs once more.
Aoi barely had time to catch his breath before Uruha suddenly deep-throated him, taking him so deep it bumped the back of his mouth.
“Oh yeah,” Aoi groaned as Uruha started to move, lust spiking through him at the sight of that pretty rosebud mouth wrapped so lewdly around his dick.
He jumped though when he felt Uruha’s wet fingers brush against his perineum, heading lower until they touched his entrance. He automatically flinched when Uruha penetrated him with his middle finger, sliding the digit deep into that tight heat.
“Uruha, what are you…” Aoi’s words trailed off when Uruha crooked the finger inside him, teasing the sensitive inner walls.
“What does it look like I’m doing Aoi? I’m finger fucking you,” Uruha said calmly as he withdrew his hand so he could give his finger a kittenish lick.
The sharp tinge of musk only served to arouse him further, but it was the look of flushed abandon on Aoi’s face just made him want to finish the job faster. Uruha may have acted more patient than his lover, but he was just as eager to come as Aoi was.
Putting aside his own needs, Uruha dropped his head again to take Aoi into his mouth once more. This time, he pushed both fingers in as he swallowed even more of his lover’s cock.
Aoi was moaning openly now as Uruha thrust his fingers in faster, searching for that sensitive spot inside him. When Uruha brushed against that sensitive gland, Aoi arched so hard that he could feel the springs from the couch dig into his back.
“Oh fuck yes Uruha…”
And when Uruha twisted his fingers so that his knuckles were constantly rubbing against Aoi’s prostate, the blonde had to keep a firm hold of his lover’s knee in order not to be thrown backwards as older man writhed on the sofa.
“That’s it Aoi, let go,” Uruha murmured as his movements became faster.
The feel of Aoi tightening around his fingers was the only warning Uruha had before getting a mouthful of spunk. So as not to choke, Uruha tried to swallow most of it, but some still spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Uruha didn’t even wait for Aoi to recover before raising himself up to kiss him, blindly reaching for his hand even as the other man licked away the semen from his skin.
“Come on baby,” Aoi drawled as he dug the heel of his hand against Uruha’s crotch and soon the blonde was coming just as hard as his lover, filling his boxers with cum.
Uruha’s body quivered and shook in the aftermath of such a violent orgasm as he collapsed into Aoi’s arms.
“You okay?” Aoi murmured as he dropped a kiss on the bridge of his lover’s nose. Uruha could just about answer with a nod as he struggled to stand up, wincing a little at the stickiness trailing down his thighs.
“I’m fine,” Uruha said firmly, but he still was grateful for the other guitarist’s strong hands helping him to the couch.
“That was…really good Uru,” Aoi said stroking Uruha’s hair. Uruha opened his eyes and shot Aoi a haughty smirk.
“So…was that what you wanted?” Uruha asked as his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He was so sure he had won their bet that his mouth fell open when Aoi shook his head.
“Nice try though,” Aoi said with a cocky smile, which disappeared when Uruha pushed him off the couch so that he landed painfully on his tailbone.
“You are such a dick sometimes Aoi,” Uruha said frustrated as he got to his feet. “Urgh…I’m going to take a shower.”
Aoi had to grin as he watched his boyfriend storm off in the direction of their bedroom. The next week was going to be fun, he thought amusedly as he reached for his cigarettes.
***
Dec 22
Uruha opened one eye and glared at the beeping alarm clock on their nightstand. The flashing LED’s spelt out five am, which Uruha always considered an unholy hour to get up.
But it was going to be a busy day for the band, and it was simply not worth it to hear Kai’s bitching for a couple more hours of sleep.
Stretching his arms above his head, Uruha turned around and roughly poked Aoi in the ribs. He glowered when his boyfriend didn’t move an inch and continued sleeping.
“It’s time to get up Aoi,” he said crossly, repeatedly prodding the blanket-covered lump until he heard the older man groan.
“Five more minutes mum please,” Aoi muttered groggily as he burrowed deeper into the covers. Uruha frowned as he pulled at the sheets until he could see a mass of messy black hair.
“First of all, I’m not your mother. Secondly, don’t blame me for Kai getting on your ass because you were late for whatever it is we are doing today,” Uruha said tersely, tossing the duvet onto the floor and turning around in a huff.
As Uruha’s irritated tone filtered through, Aoi finally conceded that he wasn’t going to get any more rest and sat up, hastily rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“I’m up, I’m up,” he said before letting loose a jaw-cracking yawn. “What is it that we are doing today anyway?” Aoi asked as he wrapped his arms around Uruha’s midsection so he could plant a kiss on the back of his neck.
Uruha smiled fleetingly at how affectionate his lover was when he was drowsy before grabbing his phone to look at the appointment book.
“I have a radio interview with Reita, after which we have to do a Fool’s Mate photoshoot together. You have a television interview with Kai and then one with Ruki. Then we have that group shoot at night,” Uruha sighed at their packed day as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Tell me why again we haven’t been doing many photoshoots together Uruha?” Aoi asked as he rested his chin on Uruha’s shoulder.
“Because you wouldn’t stop groping me and Kai finally got sick of it,” Uruha said wryly. “He said fans were starting to talk.”
“Let them,” Aoi said throatily as he pulled Uruha backwards until he was on top of him. Uruha glared at the older man as he tried to break free from his embrace, but all that managed to do was rub their bodies together even more.
“We have no time for this Aoi,” Uruha admonished from beneath him even as his palms brushed against Aoi’s nipples. “I’m actually already late, the radio interview starts at seven.”
“Why don’t we play hooky today? Tell everyone we’re sick and screw around in every room of the apartment,” Aoi whispered huskily as he sank his teeth into the fleshy part of Uruha’s earlobe.
Uruha was in two minds as he stared up at the tempting curve that Aoi’s neck presented while the older man's hips undulated above him in the most delicious of ways.
But the more sensible part of him knew that if Kai had found out they had skipped out on their responsibilities for sex, they would be forced to practice until their fingers bled.
And he probably would have ordered them to do it with that damn smile on his face.
“Come on stop, I really am late. In fact, I’ll have to run to Reita’s and shower there to save time,” Uruha said apologetically as he reluctantly rolled out of Aoi’s arms and walked to the closet.
Aoi gave a defeated sigh as he propped himself up on his elbows.
“Okay fine, but it’s your fault if I walk around with an erection the entire day,” Aoi grumbled as he got off the bed and grabbed his towel. He tempered his angry words though with a quick kiss to Uruha’s cheek.
“Later Uruha,” Aoi whispered in his ear and was pleasantly surprised when the blonde kissed him back hard on the lips.
“Later Aoi.”
Uruha hastily started stuffing some essentials in a bag as the sound of the shower filled the apartment. But as he was pulling on his jeans, a thought suddenly struck him.
The bet.
And the realisation that he was running out of time.
Ever since that night on the couch, both men had been too busy running Christmas errands and practice for Uruha to even start attempt number two. They barely had time for even normal sex, which explained Aoi’s ardor and Uruha’s moment of weakness this morning.
Biting his bottom lip thoughtfully, Uruha stared at the bathroom door as he remembered a particular fantasy of Aoi’s that they had yet to try out yet. They had come close, but stopped short of going all the way.
“That has to be it,” Uruha said under his breath as he reached for the pad of sticky notes next to the table. After scribbling a quick message on it, he tore it off and pasted it on Aoi’s cellphone.
He then rummaged through the drawer and took out a familiar square packet, which he put next to his lover’s phone with a smirk on his face.
“Round two Aoi,” Uruha said as he grabbed his bag and ran out the door.
***
“Commercial break,” the DJ announced with a flourish as he flipped a switch.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Uruha motioned to Reita that he was going to grab a coffee before taking his earphones off. In his experience, commercials were just long enough for a coffee machine to spit out a cappuccino.
After sliding the cup in and pushing the switch, Uruha startled a little when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He grinned though when he saw the name flashing across the screen.
Usually Uruha switched off his phone during interviews, but he had actually been expecting this call ever since he had left Aoi that little love message this morning.
“Hello?”
“Call me if you need help with your erection huh?” came Aoi’s bemused voice over the line as he read out Uruha’s note. Uruha chuckled as he took his coffee and blew off the steam.
“Well you did say it was my fault. Only fair that I should help you,” Uruha said, smiling even more as he heard Aoi toy with the condom he had left him, the foil crinkling under his fingertips. “How’s the TV interview going?”
“It hasn’t started yet and Kai has gone to see what’s up. But don’t change the subject,” Aoi said warningly. “Exactly how are you going to help me?”
After a taking a quick look around to see that no one was listening, Uruha held the phone closer and whispered huskily into the receiver, “By doing whatever you want today Aoi.”
“Uruha? What is up with you today….oh,” Aoi inhaled sharply as Uruha’s behaviour finally made sense to him. “This is your second guess isn’t it?”
“Well surely you haven’t forgotten about our little wager Aoi. Or maybe in your case you might have wish I had,” Uruha added dryly.
“Is this like some kind of long drawn-out foreplay then Uru?” Aoi drawled, the silkiness in his voice triggering a heat in the younger man’s blood. Uruha could practically hear the dirty smile on his face.
“Well I figured, just because we can’t be together physically doesn’t mean we should be far from each other’s thoughts,” the blonde reasoned, smiling beatifically at the radio station staff that happened to be mulling past.
“So you will do anything?”
“Anything. You want me to whimper your name down the phone in public, talk dirty to you, anything. Anytime….any where,” Uruha drew out the last word, rolling it over his tongue and smiling when he heard Aoi inhale sharply.
“Well, in that case….”
“Aoi! The interview is about to start. Hang up the phone will you, and since it’s probably Uruha you are speaking to, tell him hi and ask him why he’s not on radio.”
Uruha rolled his eyes and laughed as he heard Kai’s cheery voice come clear across the line along with Aoi’s groan of exasperation.
“Coming Kai…you tinhorn dictator,” Aoi muttered under his breath. “Touch your bottom lip for me Uruha. Imagine it’s me, giving you a kiss for good luck,” he added hurriedly.
Uruha obediently ran his thumb over his mouth and his breathing quickened as a fissure of pleasure shot through his body.
“That’s it Uruha,” Aoi said softly. “Talk to you later then,” he added before hanging up.
“Bye,” Uruha said but Aoi was already gone. Touching his lip again, Uruha closed his eyes as he remembered their brief kiss this morning. As always, it amazed him how Aoi could affect him with nothing more than just his words.
“Uruha? Where did you go? The commercial is almost over.”
Uruha’s eyes flew open at the sound of Reita’s voice, flushing a little when the bassist looked at him quizzically.
“Burnt my lip on the coffee, sorry. Shall we?” Uruha said smoothly, taking a quick sip in order to partially hide his cheeks. Without waiting for a reply, he tossed the cup in the bin and headed back for the studio.
Reita shook his head at his best friend’s antics. This feeling of bewilderment deepened when Uruha seemed distracted for the rest of the hour. While he had a feeling that Aoi was somehow behind this, Reita knew better than to ask.
Even under normal circumstances Uruha was never that comfortable when it came to interviews. But the blonde was positively jittery now after having given free reign to his boyfriend for the day to control his actions.
Thankfully the rest of the interview went on without incident. As the DJ drew their session to a close, Uruha was just about relax when he felt a sudden pulse against his hip that caused his stomach to turn over.
While being careful to keep his gaze straight ahead, the blonde reached into his pocket and surreptitiously checked his phone for new messages. But he almost dropped it when he saw what Aoi had text to him.
“Touch yourself, but make sure you don’t get caught. Love Aoi.”
“He can’t be serious,” Uruha’s eyes widened a little as he reread the message over. But there was no doubt in his mind that Aoi meant every word.
For a split second the guitarist thought about calling their little game off, or at very least lying to Aoi and telling him he had done it.
“No, I’m not going to give him the satisfaction,” Uruha thought, setting his jaw in a grim line. It was Uruha’s idea after all, and he couldn’t bear the thought of Aoi lording over him that he couldn’t stick to it.
While keeping one eye on Reita and the DJ, Uruha surreptitiously slid his hand down the front of his jeans until it was resting on the zipper. Taking a deep breath, he exerted a little pressure until he could feel the curve of his cock beneath his palm.
His breathing hitched as he felt himself harden under the stimulation. Uruha never figured himself for an exhibitionist. His boyfriend was the one who loved being the center of attention, arching his back and twisting his hips like a Vegas pole dancer on stage.
But Uruha found it was the very thought of getting caught doing something so dirty in public that was the turn on. It seemed that Aoi had unwittingly managed to uncover yet another kink in him.
Feeling a tad braver, Uruha curled his fingers and tugged sharply at the seam of his jeans. He had to bite back a gasp as his cock twitched due to the sudden friction.
“Do you agree with Reita, Uruha?”
Uruha spine stiffened as if he had been electrocuted as he suddenly realised that both Reita and the interviewer’s eyes were on him, patiently waiting for an answer.
“Well, I usually do,” Uruha said, trying not to stammer as he fought to regain his composure. He hoped to God that he hadn’t agreed to anything stupid and breathed a sigh of relief when the topic turned out to be about their latest tour.
Although the DJ seemed happy with Uruha’s short answer, Reita had a look of suspicion on his face.
“What’s up with you?” he hissed under his breath as their new single played in the background.
“Nothing,” Uruha answered weakly as he slumped back in his chair. He groaned inwardly and fought the sudden urge to put his head in his hands.
It was going to be a long day.
***
Uruha was getting his makeup done the next time Aoi called.
The photoshoot was yet another in a series organised by PSC in order to promote the anniversary concert in January. Reita had already done his makeup and was chatting amicably with the staff.
“Excuse me,” Uruha told the makeup artist politely as he reached for his phone. When he saw who was calling, his eyes narrowed before flipping open his cell.
“Bastard,” he said with feeling.
Uruha’s scowled when he heard Aoi give an unabashed chuckle.
“I take it your listeners got treated to an earful this morning then?” Aoi said wickedly, causing Uruha to roll his eyes.
“Nope, as per your instructions I didn’t get caught,” Uruha said in a low tone, but the smugness in his voice was clearly apparent. “Where are you anyway?”
“Driving to meet Ruki at the station, but I’m caught in traffic at the moment. You at your photoshoot?” Aoi asked, and Uruha could just about hear the rumble of the car engine in the background.
“Yeah, just waiting for some other people to show up,” Uruha replied, leaning back so that the makeup artist could add a final touch of powder and one last coat of mascara before leaving him.
“Are you alone?” Aoi’s voice fell a notch without warning and Uruha felt his pulse quicken.
“No not really,” Uruha said, swallowing hard as his throat suddenly turned dry.
“Make yourself alone,” Aoi ordered, his words suddenly carrying a very dangerous edge.
Uruha bit his lip as he assessed the situation. The Fool’s Mate photographer had just about finished setting up his equipment, but the Alice Nine guitarists were not there yet. The blonde figured that he had about a ten minute window before they were to start shooting.
He had to be quick.
“Hang on,” Uruha told Aoi as he clasped his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. He made a quick beeline for the bathroom farthest away from where they were shooting, located at the very back of the studio.
Uruha was glad to see that it was empty before promptly locking the door behind him. And to be extra sure, he picked one of the bigger stalls and barricaded himself inside.
“I’m alone now Aoi, what did you have to say to me?” Uruha said as he leaned against the wall, his knees suddenly weak with anticipation.
“I want you to talk dirty to me,” Aoi said calmly, as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“Tell me, what you would have done to me if we had decided to continue this morning. If we had the whole day to play around.”
Uruha took a shuddering breath as his pants suddenly felt too tight. He closed his eyes in order to rein in the sudden wave of lust that struck him as he undid his belt buckle with one hand.
“You were on top of me if I remember correctly Aoi,” Uruha said as he gave the base of his cock a firm squeeze.
“Yes I was, resting between your legs and pressed tightly against your morning erection, which was all warm and hard,” Aoi responded, his voice suddenly raspy.
“Am I doing the talking here or you?” Uruha said sharply, wanting to remind Aoi that it was indeed his game.
“Forgive me Uruha, please continue,” Aoi said apologetically, his submissiveness feeding the blonde’s own aggressive streak.
“I would strip you, slowly,” Uruha said assertively as he licked his lips. “Take off your T-shirt and slip your boxers down your legs until you were completely naked. And I would kiss all your sweet spots….your neck, the inside of your wrist and that spot just behind your balls.”
“That feels good Uruha,” Aoi breathed, desire thickening his words.
“But nothing feels as good as when I take your cock into my mouth. Slowly, sucking on your shaft inch by inch until my nose is buried in that pretty pubic bush of yours.”
Uruha’s cock was practically dripping now as he jerked it in his palm, Aoi’s unrestrained groans sharpening the mental image he had of them in bed together.
“But because we haven’t fucked in days, that would be all the foreplay you would get Aoi. I would flip you on your stomach and reach for the lube. But you wouldn’t mind would you? In fact you would raise your ass in the air for me.”
“Fuck yes I would Uruha, as long as you plan to fuck me into the mattress,” Aoi growled, his frustration clear even with the sound of car horns in the background.
“Are you touching yourself Aoi?” Uruha mocked lightly. “In the car? In full view of everyone?”
“Yes because that is what you do to me Uruha,” Aoi replied with a soft groan, which told Uruha he had probably given his cock an extra hard pull.
“I would stick two fingers inside you, because one would not be enough for you. Opening up that practically virgin ass of yours. And when I remove them you would whimper at the loss, but then you have to fight back from yelling out my name as put on a condom and slide my cock into you.”
Aoi moaned yet again and Uruha could hear the wet slick slide of his boyfriend’s penis encircled by his fingers.
“Do I feel good Aoi? Buried so deep inside you that you can practically taste me,” Uruha said tauntingly even as his thoughts became less coherent.
“Yes Uruha, you feel so good. Your cock always feels good to me. It feels so big as you shaft me harder. God, how I want you.”
“Oh babe, me too,” Uruha said as he gripped the wall for balance.
“Am I tight around you? Does my body squeeze your cock like a vice as you try to thrust into me?” Aoi said, and Uruha could immediately feel power shift back to him.
But the blonde was past caring who was in control. His fist was a blur as he pumped his cock, so close to his orgasm that his fingers were slick with pre-orgasmic fluid.
“Yes baby, you feel so tight. So good,” Uruha moaned openly as he rested his head against the wall. “So good as I fuck your brains out.”
“Close, so close.” The words ran a riot in his head as he imagined coming inside Aoi, his lover’s body tightening around him as he came as well.
“Stop Uruha.”
Uruha froze in shock, his hand still firmly wrapped around the middle of his cock.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Aoi! I can’t stop, I’m so close,” Uruha groaned weakly as his hand started to move again.
“Yes you can stop Uruha. Just take your hand away and splash some cold water on it,” Aoi said.
“Aoi!”
“Uruha…”
It was just one word, but Uruha knew not to push his luck. With great difficulty, he removed his hand and cleaned his cock with toilet roll before tucking it back into his trousers.
“I’ve stopped, happy?” Uruha snapped as he crumpled the tissue with more force than needed before throwing it into the bin.
“I’ll make it up to you babe. I’ll nail you to the wall and suck down every last drop of you,” Aoi purred.
“When?” Uruha asked, unable to keep a tinge of desperation out of his voice.
“At our photoshoot later. We will sneak off for a quickie promise. Now you better go, Reita is probably wondering what you are. Love you,” Aoi said before hanging up.
Uruha closed his phone with a vicious snap as he suppressed the urge to throw it against the wall. His cock throbbed in his pants as if to remind him of his lack of sexual gratification.
“Never mind Uruha. Think about when you win the bet. Aoi will find out then that payback is a real bitch,” Uruha told himself as he splashed water on his face.
After taking one last breath to calm down, Uruha walked out of the bathroom with determined look on his face.
***
Finally it was the last shoot of the day.
“Thank God,” Uruha thought to himself as he slumped on the couch. He had never remembered being this tired in a long time.
He had a hell of time explaining his disappearance to the Fool’s Mate staff and Reita earlier. Thankfully, they had bought his excuse about not feeling well given how heated his cheeks were.
“Where are the rest?” Uruha asked the bassist who was sitting on the chair opposite, when he noticed that none of the other band members were around.
“Apparently Aoi and Ruki are stuck in traffic. Kai is finishing up something at the studio, which is like the other side of town,” Reita wrinkled his nose. Well at least Uruha thought he was wrinkling his nose.
“This place is great to shoot but a pain in the ass to get to,” Reita added with a sigh as he turned his attention back to his laptop.
Uruha had to agree. For their latest shoot, management had rented them a club located on the fringe of Tokyo. It was done up like a vintage burlesque bar with ornate velvet curtains and crystal chandeliers.
But the truth was, their photoshoot was the last thing on his mind. His heart just sank and his nerves stood on edge when he realised that Aoi was not going to be able to make good on his promise.
“Well since time is money, why don’t you do your shots first Uruha?” asked the photographer as he ambled over to the two men. “That way we can just take all the individual shots as they come before going for the group.”
Uruha nodded as he dutifully walked over to the bar where they decided to take the majority of his shots. After posing on the chair for about fifteen minutes, he was suddenly aware of Aoi and Ruki crossing his line of vision.
For a minute, both of them just stood behind the photographer, watching Uruha change positions as he moved around the counter. The blonde licked his lips though when the look in Aoi’s eyes turned almost predatory.
“That’s nice Uruha, a little more sultriness for your fans,” said the photographer as his camera whirred away. Usually Uruha bridled at being overtly sexy, but figured a few frames wouldn’t kill him.
And besides, sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander he reasoned.
Biting his thumb, Uruha looked straight on at the camera as he tried to recall how he had felt this morning when Aoi had first called him. The memory was still so strong that when he opened his eyes, they were practically smouldering behind his gold-brown lenses.
Uruha then arched his neck and lightly brushed his fingertips over his collarbone, his lips parting slightly as he breathed slowly through his mouth. When he saw Ruki’s jaw drop at the mildly obscene sound, Uruha knew he had scored a bull’s-eye.
“Very nice Uruha,” the photographer said approvingly, but Uruha didn’t fail to notice how slightly uncomfortable the man was. “That should be more than enough, thank you.”
“Thank you,” Uruha responded as he walked off set, not daring to meet Aoi’s gaze. But Reita wasn’t blind to the guitarist’s little show either judging by the startled expression on his face.
“Damn, that was hot Uruha. If I wasn’t dating Ruki, I would so go after you,” Reita commented playfully. He whimpered though when the vocalist smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ass," Ruki said as he rolled his eyes. "I have to agree with him though, you do look very good today."
Uruha brushed off the compliment with a bashful smile but he was fully aware of the heated gaze resting on the back of his neck, the feeling so tangible it raised goosebumps on his skin.
“While waiting for Kai, I think I’ll go exploring,” Uruha said casually. “Call me when its time for the group okay?” he shot over his shoulder, his heart hammering in his ribcage knowing that Aoi would soon follow.
It only took his boyfriend ten minutes to find him in the upstairs bathroom. Uruha, who had his back to the door, smirked when he saw Aoi enter and lock the door through the mirror.
“What took you so long?” Uruha said with a raised eyebrow as he started to unbuckle his belt.
“You little tease,” Aoi hissed as he strode towards him. He grabbed the blonde firmly by the shoulders and turned him around so he could roughly kiss him, his teeth nipping at Uruha’s tongue when he opened his mouth.
“Look who’s talking,” Uruha said as he anxiously tugged at the front of Aoi’s trousers, pulling it open to reveal his erection. After so much foreplay, neither wanted to waste any more time on preliminaries.
Aoi dropped to his knees as he undid the rest of Uruha’s belt with unsteady fingers. It only took one tug to send his pants to the floor, his breath catching when he realised that the blonde hadn’t worn underwear.
The older man shot Uruha a dark look, which he replied with a small shrug.
“I figured since you'd end up screwing me in a bathroom, why bother?” Uruha said with a wicked glint his eye.
But his cocky expression soon melted away as Aoi swallowed him whole, sucking him without any of his usual finesse, just driven by the overwhelming need to taste his lover.
Sparks danced up Uruha’s spine as Aoi worked on his cock as their mutual lust permeated the air, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what he wanted, what Aoi had promised him.
“Fuck me Aoi. I don’t care who walks in, just fuck me,” Uruha begged as his fingers tangled in his lover’s long black hair.
“Turn around,” Aoi said huskily as he got to his feet. Uruha watched him search his pockets until he pulled out a sachet of lube and the condom he had left him this morning.
Uruha gasped when he felt Aoi’s latex covered dick press between the cleft of his buttocks. The blonde let out a keening moan when Aoi pushed his cock into him, stretching him only slightly with his fingers.
In order to make things easier for the older man, Uruha stretched on his tiptoes and leaned back, gasping loudly when Aoi’s cock was buried to the hilt. After going through a whole day of imagining it, having the real thing inside him was almost too much.
“Move,” he said through gritted teeth as he felt Aoi’s dick throb inside him.
Slipping his hand around Uruha’s smooth stomach, Aoi gave a small thrust forward while cradling his lover’s length in his hand. He picked up the pace when Uruha kept crying out in pleasure at his quick deep strokes.
“I wanted to do that…all…fucking…day Uru,” Aoi drew out his words as he clamped his mouth on the smooth line of the blonde’s neck. Uruha could only groan in response as Aoi pounded into him, his pelvis smacking loudly against his ass.
His head fell back as Aoi struck the pleasure spot inside him as he clung on to the edge of the counter when his bones threatened to turn into water.
“Yes Aoi…”
“Open your eyes Uruha,” Aoi suddenly commanded. When he did, the blonde gasped at the debauched sight in the mirror. Sweat trickling down his neck as Aoi took him from behind, his eyes turning cloudy as his lover expertly fisted his cock.
“Watch us, watch as I make you come,” Aoi murmured, arching his back a little as Uruha reached around to cup his buttocks so he could pull him in deeper.
“So close baby, just a little more,” Uruha replied closing his eyes again as the first tendrils of his orgasms spiraled around his nerve endings.
“When I thought about you waiting for me….wanting me….I couldn’t breathe Uruha,” Aoi said darkly even as the movement in his hips turned erratic.
With those words in his ear, Uruha finally came, his semen staining the counter in white streaks and Aoi’s hand firmly clamped over his mouth to muffle his cry. It only took a few more thrusts before Aoi came as well, holding on to Uruha so tight that he could barely breathe.
Uruha felt his knees give out once his climax had run its course and leaned heavily against the counter. After such a powerful orgasm, the blonde just felt drained and unable to move.
But soon their position became unbearable as Aoi’s weight on his back meant that the porcelain tiles were digging uncomfortably into the blonde’s ribs.
“Aoi? Could you?” he murmured.
“Sorry,” Aoi said gruffly as he gingerly pulled out. After disposing of the condom, he brushed back the sweaty strands of hair from his lover’s forehead before giving him a kiss.
“I love that you would do something like this for me Uruha,” he said softly against the blonde’s skin. Uruha smiled and responded with a kiss to the base of the older man’s neck, that gesture telling Aoi more than words ever could.
“We better clean up and go, otherwise everyone will know what we disappeared for,” Aoi said with a chuckle.
After straightening wiping up and straightening their clothes, Aoi was about to walk out the door when Uruha’s voice stopped him.
“So was I right this time?” Uruha asked with a confident smile.
“Nope,” Aoi answered cheerfully as he ducked out the door.
Fuck.
***
Dec 25
It was the night of Miyavi’s private Christmas party and Uruha had just about resigned himself to dressing up like a French Maid for a month.
He stared bleakly at the clock as he nursed his glass of champagne. Twenty more minutes to midnight, twenty more minutes until he was forced to do Aoi’s laundry naked.
Uruha shot his boyfriend a hard look, which he didn’t notice, as he was busy chatting to Miyavi at the other end of the room. While Uruha had a few ideas in mind, he didn’t dare to try them because he still wasn’t completely sure.
But a part of Uruha refused to call it quits just yet. Hence why he was sitting in a corner wracking his brain instead of joining in the festivities. It was a shame though, because Uruha normally loved Miyavi’s annual party.
It was the one time that all of them let their hair down and relaxed. Even Kai was not his usual workaholic self and instead was just curled contently on Miyavi’s lap.
Miyavi had outdone himself this year with decorations Uruha noted, covering every inch in tinsel and twinkling fairy lights. Everywhere he turned he could see blue and yellow candy canes nestled among swathes of Christmas greenery.
Christmas greenery?
Uruha suddenly felt a light bulb go on above his head.
“Aoi!”
Everyone in the room turned at the sound of the guitarist’s voice but Uruha really didn’t care at this point. He had five minutes until midnight and he was sure he had guessed right.
Grabbing something off the table, Uruha walked up to Aoi determinedly and dangled a piece of mistletoe above his head.
“Merry Christmas,” Uruha said before pressing their mouths together in a deep, sensual kiss. Although their lips barely parted, Uruha made sure that Aoi could feel the kiss from the top of his head until his toes.
When they broke apart, it was to catcalls and whistles from everyone, but all Uruha could see was the look of contentment on his lover’s face.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” he said with a triumphant smile.
“That’s it,” Aoi said breathlessly, pleasure flooding his chest at the romantic gesture from his usually reserved boyfriend. Hence why he wasn't expecting Uruha to suddenly frown at him before punching him hard on the shoulder.
“Ouch!”
“Asshole, you made me go through all that when all you wanted was a kiss,” Uruha said with a pout. But Aoi just shrugged and kissed him persistently on the lips until Uruha’s mouth relaxed into a slight smile.
“What can I say, I was in a good mood that day,” he grinned and then cocked his head as he heard music in the background.
“Dance with me babe?” Aoi asked as he took Uruha’s hand and lead him to the dance floor. They joined the other couples in a slow waltz shrouded by the dim light.
“Congratulations Uruha, you won our bet. That means I’m yours to do with for the next month,” Aoi said as he twined his arms around his lover.
“Was there ever any doubt?” Uruha said jokingly, but his voice soon turned serious.
“You…didn’t mind losing…did you Aoi?” Uruha asked tentatively, breathing a little easier when Aoi shook his head.
“Not in the least, just…be gentle okay?” Aoi said wryly. Uruha laughed as he pressed their bodies closer together.
“I will make it up to you promise,” he whispered in Aoi’s ear before tugging at one of his earrings with his teeth.
“How?” Aoi asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Because I’ve been taking lessons on how to give good massages,” Uruha answered with a wink.
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The End
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