The Camera Eye: The People Have Spoken 2/2 [Mahiro x Junji x Tomoya x Subaru, NC-17]
Title: The Camera Eye: The People Have Spoken
Chapter: Installment 64 overall in The Camera Eye series, and the 16th story in Season 3. Links to previous installments can be found here Cut in two because of LJ's post limits, Part 1 is here
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Porn industry AU, drama, smut, romance
Warnings: Male/male sex, foursome, rimming
Pairing: Mahiro x Junji (Kiryu) x Tomoya x Subaru (Royz), Hayato x Kana (Codomo Dragon) (main), MiA x Koichi (Mejibray), Kai x Uruha (GazettE), Yo-ka (DIAURA) x Yuuki (Lycaon)
Disclaimer: Royz, Kiryu and Codomo Dragon belong to B.P. Records, Mejibray belongs to White Side Group, DIAURA belongs to Ains, the now-disbanded Lycaon belonged to Vogue Entertainment, I own the story only
Summary: The first-ever Viewer's Choice Awards brings high expectations for the evening - Hayato is on his first red carpet, Koichi wants people to notice his designs, Uruha is looking to stay one step ahead of his rivals - and one person has a crisis that will take his existing relationships in new directions.
Notes: The designs Codomo Dragon are wearing, which in this story were designed by Koichi, are the group's Family Party outfits. Kiryu characters are wearing the Irodori outfits, Royz characters the Supernova costumes. Koichi's outfit is here and MiA's is here.
Subaru couldn't help but notice that Mahiro was quiet as they rode in the van to the Suicide Ball.
They'd piled everyone who'd been at their table . . . yes, Uruha's B.P. Video announcement made their seating arrangements seem a lot more clear now . . . into one van, which meant things were rather stuffed, even though the van had three bench seats in the back. Takemasa volunteered to be the one to ride in the front seat with the driver.
Hayato, of course, was happily babbling away. “Kamijou said hi to me!” he said. “KAMIJOU! He said he saw our video and he loved it!”
“He's not going to be at the Suicide Ball, you know,” meN-meN said. “He's major.”
“I know he's not!” Hayato said. “That's why it's such a big thing that he said hi to me at the awards! Oh, and I got interviewed! My first red carpet interview! And I've heard that some real actors might pop in at the Ball, like . . .”
Meanwhile, in a seat in front of him, Junji and Tomoya were whispering to each other. They had plans for the evening - regarding a certain someone. “I'm going to ask him to sit down with us for a little while when we get to the ball,” Junji said.
Tomoya glanced over at meN-meN quickly. “Do you think he'll go for it?” he said. “I mean, it's his first party in the industry . . .”
“Of course he'll go for it,” Junji replied. “It's not like we're asking him to come upstairs with us.” Pause. “Yet.”
Subaru leaned over and squeezed Mahiro's hand. “Sure you're all right?” he said. “You're not tired, are you?”
Mahiro shook his head. How could he put into words what was really bothering him? He would sound foolish if he talked about how what had happened that OTHER awards night was playing over and over in his head . . .
This is dumb, he thought. I've been to other awards since that happened, right? I presented a JAVA to Yuuki, I co-won a JAVA with Junji . . .
He figured he'd be all right once he got to the party. That was in a totally different locale than that one on the fateful evening. All he had to do was go into the mansion, have a couple of drinks . . . and he'd relax and forget all about it. Right?
* * *
Hayato walked into the party with his head swiveling from the right to the left and back again, trying to take in everything at once.
“My God, Kana!” he said. “Look at this place!” They were walking into the foyer of an elegant mansion - the same one where the Suicide Ball had been the previous year. “Even the paint looks expensive! Look at that furniture - I'd be afraid to even sit in it!”
“It's impressive, all right,” Kana said, holding onto his arm. He was looking around the room, too - though not quite as rapidly as his lover.
“You think we might have a place like this someday?” Hayato said. “You never know. If we make enough money doing films . . . real films, that is. We're still going to move up to real films someday, right? This is just a launching pad for us. But my God, what a launching pad!!”
A waiter walked up to them with a tray of champagne. Hayato's eyes nearly bugged out. “Look!” he said. “Mobile champagne service! Amazing! And I'll bet it's the good stuff, too! Of course it is, they wouldn't serve just any old crap on an occasion like this, would they? I think that it's . . .”
“Sir,” the waiter said in a clearly holding-back-his-patience tone, “would you like to take a glass?”
“Oh, yeah, sure!” Hayato said. “Can I have one for me and one for my date?”
“That is what they are there for, sir,” the waiter said.
“All right!” Hayato took the glasses, and the waiter got away quickly, apparently glad to be putting distance between himself and this odd creature.
Across the room, meN-meN had already headed for one of the bars, deciding he was going to take advantage of the free drinks, because a guy didn't have an opportunity like that every night. A short distance away, two men were sizing up their target.
“I'll go up to him and ask him if he's enjoying his evening,” Junji said. “Then you just casually sidle up to me. We open up conversation about the awards show, and then we'll take it from there.”
“What if he doesn't want to go with both of us?” Tomoya said.
“We play it by ear,” Junji said. “But I can tell you from experience, these parties do get people to do things they normally wouldn't. Hey, a party like this brought you and I together, didn't it?”
Closer to the room where the dining tables were being laid out, Yo-ka grabbed Subaru. “How are you making out?” he said.
“I'm making out great,” Subaru said. “Well, other than having three medals around my neck. Why?”
“Just making sure that things are going well with the relationship. Or maybe it should be relationships. I was going to ask you at the awards, but I didn't want to say anything in front of Yuuki. You know how he can be.”
“All too well,” Subaru said. “There's nothing to be concerned about, Yo-ka. Really. I'm happy with the way things are. Really, truly happy. They're all, well . . . terrific. We have to work at it, of course - but it's so worth it. It's not something I would have envisioned myself in when I was a teenager, of course, but . . . I wouldn't have envisioned myself in this business when I was a teenager, either.”
Back at the bar, meN-meN suddenly found himself with a guy on either side of him - Junji from Kiryu Video, and wasn't that Subaru's boyfriend with him? - paying him more than a fair amount of attention.
“So you made it through your first awards show without being bored out of your mind?” Junji said. “That's quite an accomplishment in the modern porn industry.”
“I think I was just confused most of the time,” meN-meN said. “There was so much going on all at once, and all I could do was kind of smile and nod.”
“We've all been there,” Junji said. “Right, Tomoya? You went to your first awards show at the most recent JAVAs.”
“Oh, yes,” Tomoya said. “It was an experience, all right.”
“You get used to it as time goes on,” Junji said. “Right now, though, it's just time to relax and have fun. The having to listen to boring stuff is over. Well, it's not boring when you or one of your friends is nominated, but until then . . .”
And then, he saw something out of the corner of his eye that made his blood freeze. There was Mahiro, in a corner, leaning against the wall, looking . . . well, the only way that it could be described was pain. Not physical, either. Emotional.
Oh, shit, Junji thought. Shit, shit, shit . . .
He suddenly bolted, yelling over his shoulder, “Tomoya, I need to go.”
“What's wrong?” Tomoya called.
“I'll tell you later,” said Junji.
The hell with conquest of a hot guy. His baby needed him.
Meanwhile, Subaru was talking to Yo-ka about the filming of Boy in a Bottle when saw Junji flying across the room, and the way the other man was running, it couldn't be good. He turned to his friend. “Yo-ka? I think I need to go.”
“What's wrong?”
“It's Mahiro, I think. Junji just went running over there.”
Junji arrived at his lover's side, and threw his arms around him. “Baby?” he said. “What's wrong?”
Mahiro took a deep breath. “It's nothing.”
“It is NOT nothing and you know it. Come on, I'm getting you out of here.”
“I don't want to take you away from the party,” Mahiro said.
“Bullshit,” Junji said. “If you're looking like that, there's no way in hell I'm going to hang out here having fun.”
Subaru rushed over to them. “What is it?” he said.
“He hasn't told me yet,” Junji said.
“I'm fine,” Mahiro said. “Go back to what you were doing.”
Tomoya rushed up to the group. “What's going on?” he said.
“All right,” Junji said. “Since you refuse to leave the party, we're going to take you upstairs to one of the bedrooms and you're going to tell us what's bothering you. And we're not letting you out of the room until you do.”
Mahiro sighed. “Fine,” he said.
The group led him upstairs, finding the first room that was available - it was early in the evening, so people hadn't started pairing and tripling off yet. Junji shut the door and guided Mahiro to sit on the edge of the bed. “All right, baby,” he said. “What is it?”
Mahiro looked at the wall for a long moment. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, “I thought I'd be okay. I've been to two awards shows since then and I was fine. I was even on stage to get another award with you last time. But something about tonight . . .”
He sighed and ran a hand over his hair. “It's like someone flipped a switch in my head. Or opened a door up there. And all the memories of THAT night came out, and they wouldn't go away. It's like . . . like it's a video playing over and over. I hear him telling me his boyfriend was supposed to win that award, that I didn't deserve it, and then him shoving the broken umbrella at me . . .”
Subaru began to feel ill. He knew exactly what Mahiro was talking about - the night he won the Best Supporting Actor JAVA, when he'd been attacked by his boss at Hard Candy. He suddenly sat on the edge of the bed, hugging Mahiro - and Junji sat on the other side, hugging him from the other direction.
“Baby, it's all right,” Subaru said. “It's okay. That's in the past. It happened, it's over, you survived. You're here with us now, and you're perfectly safe.”
“But why now?” Mahiro said. “Why am I having these flashbacks, why won't they leave me alone . . .”
“PTSD,” Tomoya said. “It's post-traumatic stress. Anyone who's suffered any kind of trauma can suffer it to at least some extent. And being attacked by a boss is a trauma.” He sat on the bed and reached out, putting an arm on Mahiro's shoulder. “You were triggered by the award you won tonight.”
“But . . . but I won an award this past JAVAs . . .”
“You had me with you then,” Junji said. “This is the first time you've gone on stage alone to accept an award since that night. And you received a Supporting Actor award - that's the same award you got that evening. The same one that bastard said you didn't deserve.” Junji hugged him again. “But you DID deserve it. Just like you deserve the one you won tonight.”
“What you did NOT deserve was what he did to you,” Subaru said. “Nobody deserves that.”
“But nobody is going to hurt you,” Junji said. “Nobody's going to hurt you like that ever again - or they'll have to answer to me. I've got some pretty heavy tools I use to build scenery.”
“You have us,” Subaru said.
“All of us,” Tomoya added.
Mahiro reached up and put his hand on top of Tomoya's. “You didn't have to come up here with me,” he said. “You could have stayed at the party and . . .”
“Yes, I did,” Tomoya said. “If any of us is hurting, the rest of us are hurting. That's how it is. We're all together, right?”
Mahiro leaned forward, so his forehead was gently touching Tomoya's. “Thank you,” he said. He hugged the other two closer. “Thank all of you. I wasn't going to bother you with my . . .”
“Mahiro, I love you more than anything, but if I hear you say something like that, I'm going to whap you with a pool noodle,” Junji said. “This was no bother at all. I have my priorities, and my top priority is you. Always. You know that.” He kissed Mahiro's lips, softly. “Hey - I have an idea. There's a rich people's bathroom attached to this bedroom.”
“How do you know that?” Subaru said.
“Mahiro and I were up here last year with another guy,” Junji said. “Not anyone you know. So anyway . . . there's a hot tub over there, remember? We're going to deposit you in the hot tub and let you have a nice, long relaxing soak. And at least one of us will be next to you at all times. In fact, we're only going to leave your side if you want something to eat or drink. We'll go downstairs and get it.”
Mahiro was going to say something else - but he just hugged his lovers again. “What did I do to deserve you?” he said.
“You're you,” Junji said. “You're just you.”
They led him to the next room, where there was a rather sizable hot tub. Junji and Subaru, working together, rid Mahiro of his fancy costume, laying the pieces out on a cabinet. Mahiro went over to the shower, rinsing off as the others filled the tub.
“Now, into the water with you,” Junji said. “And just lay back and relax.”
Mahiro stepped gingerly into the water. It was damn hot, all right. Just about at the border of too hot. In other words, a proper Japanese bath.
He sank down, exhaling a long breath as he felt it bubbling all around him, the water moving around his naked flesh, seeming to relax every muscle, to ease the tension out of him. The anxiety, the post-traumatic feeling, was still there at the back of his mind, but . . .
There was less of it than there was before. A whole lot less.
Subaru leaned over the side of the tub. “Want company?” he said.
Mahiro opened his eyes. “That could be fun,” he said.
“All right!” Subaru said, heading for the shower. “Hey, could someone go downstairs and bring back some beers? That might go great with being in the hot tub!”
“I'll go!” Tomoya said. “I'll be right back!” He left the room.
Junji sat at the edge of the tub, draping an arm across Mahiro's chest. “How are you feeling?” he said.
“You're messing up your outfit,” Mahiro said.
“So?” said Junji. “There's more important things than an outfit.”
“Don't let Koichi and Yuuki hear you say that,” Mahiro said. “They'll have heart attacks.”
Junji leaned over so his face was against Mahiro's hair. “Seriously - how do you feel?”
Mahiro closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Better,” he said.
“Good,” Junji said. “And you know that we're all going to stay with you as long as you want or need, right?”
Mahiro nodded. “You and Tomoya had plans tonight, didn't you?”
“You mean meN-meN?” Junji said. “Well, yes. But the operative word there is had. I have my priorities, and nothing is bigger priority than you. There will be other chances with him. But when you need me? I drop everything.”
Subaru came out of the shower, naked and wet, and hopped in opposite Mahiro. “Oooh!” he said. “This is . . . nice! Hot, but really nice!”
“Kind of like Mahiro himself, huh?” Junji said.
“He's really hot,” Subaru said. “One of the hottest guys I've ever seen. But . . . there's a lot more to him than physical, right? I mean . . . you have a beautiful soul. A truly, truly beautiful soul.”
Mahiro suddenly leaned over and kissed Subaru - long, hard and wet. Subaru responded right away, wrapping his arms around his lover and pulling him closer, gently pushing his tongue into his mouth.
Junji leaned over toward the two of them, putting his arms around both their shoulders. “Hey, hey, what's this?” he said. “Am I going to let the two of you have all the fun here?”
Subaru eased back from Mahiro, and Junji took his place, kissing him hard, not caring that he was on the verge of falling over into the hot tub. What did it matter? The main part of the evening was over. It was, at the moment, just them. So what if his finery got wet?
He leaned back and said, “What do you say we get you two toweled off and we take this back to the bedroom?”
“But . . . do we have . . .”
“They equip these parties,” Junji said. “Believe me, they know what's going to happen.”
When Tomoya came back bearing four beers - which the bartender had thoughtfully put in a six-pack carrier - he nearly dropped them on the floor. He wasn't expecting to see Subaru, Mahiro and Junji on the bed, all naked.
Compounding things was the fact that Subaru was leaning over Mahiro's chest, tonguing his nipple slowly, and Junji was down at the other end, kissing the tip of Mahiro's growing erection, his fingers moving up and down the shaft.
Tomoya set the beers on the floor, slowly. He wasn't sure what to do. Did he take his own clothes off and join in? Did he quietly go downstairs and leave them to what they were doing? Or did he just stand there and watch . . .
His decision was made for him when Subaru raised his head. “Hi,” he said. “Come over here, love.”
Tomoya didn't waste time. He stripped his clothes off, leaving them on the floor with the beers, and sat on the bed next to Subaru, who raised his head, pulling Tomoya in and kissing him as deeply as he'd kissed Mahiro before.
Junji moved up and kissed Mahiro's lips, flicking his tongue in and out of his lover's mouth, and Mahiro ran his hands over Junji's chest. Junji reached around, stroking and caressing Mahiro's ass, drawing a small moan from his lover.
Mahiro rolled over on his back, and instantly, Subaru and Junji pounced on him, kissing either side of his neck, caressing his chest and stomach.
Tomoya watched them for a moment. Until now, even when all four of them had been in bed together, it had been Mahiro with Subaru and Junji with Tomoya, or Mahiro with Junji and Subaru with Tomoya. But right now, something felt different.
Maybe it was his desire to comfort Mahiro after his traumatic flashbacks. Maybe it was just that time in their unique foursome had deepened his feelings for the man. But suddenly, he wanted to do more than just watch . . .
He bent over, running his tongue slowly from the bottom of Mahiro's erection to the top, and Mahiro raised his head, gasping. “Oh, my God!” he said.
The surprised expression of pleasure just made Tomoya all the more adventurous. He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the tip of the other man's hardness, starting to suck, moving down slowly.
He felt different in his mouth than Subaru did, or Junji . . . and the difference was all the more thrilling. He found himself moaning as he started to suck, to move his head up and down.
Subaru let out a soft whisper of “Tomoya . . .” He sounded surprised, and amazed, and more than a little bit turned on.
Junji just watched in amazement. Watching one man he loved going down on the other man he loved? Fuck, yes, it was hot. He watched Tomoya as he eagerly moved up and down, the cock sliding through his lips, and then he let his eyes travel up to Mahiro's face, wearing an expression of bliss, reaching down to caress Tomoya's hair.
Well, Junji wasn't the type to just watch. He was going to take action. He reached in the nighttable drawer, looking for something . . .
Tomoya suddenly drew in a deep breath, raising his head off Mahiro's erection, when he felt lube poured on his ass. There was a feeling of the cheeks being gently spread apart, and something draped between them . . .
As Junji's tongue pushed into him, Tomoya nearly choked on Mahiro. He started sucking faster, harder . . .
Now it was Subaru who didn't quite know what to do. He was mesmerized by the sight in front of him - Mahiro writhing on the sheets in bliss, an ecstatic look on his face; Tomoya eagerly sucking him, head moving rapidly back and forth; Junji with his face buried in Tomoya's ass, pleasuring him as Tomoya was being pleasured, tongue-fucking him as Tomoya's mouth was fucked by Mahiro . . .
And then, Mahiro was reaching out, finding Subaru's ass, running his hand along it. Subaru quickly found the tube of lube that Junji had used on Tomoya, grabbed it, and poured lube on Mahiro's fingers.
He got on all fours, making sure his ass was in Mahiro's reach. Mahiro ran his fingers along the cleft, gently starting to push one in, moving it in and out, feeling for the sensitive spots within the younger man that would make him moan and cry out.
Subaru gripped the bed, mind filling with a picture of how this must look - Mahiro's fingers in him, his cock in Tomoya's mouth, Junji's tongue up Tomoya's ass. They were all connected, all moving together, all moaning in bliss.
Mahiro slid a second finger into Subaru, then a third, moving faster, opening him up, and Subaru moved back against him, moaning louder, wanting to be opened up, to be ready for him.
Gently, they separated, Junji moving away from Tomoya first, then Tomoya from Mahiro. Mahiro reached for the lube, preparing himself quickly. He knew what he wanted to do next. Subaru got up on all fours, and he got behind him, leaning over him . . .
As he gently started to push in, Junji lubed his fingers, bending over Tomoya, pushing one into him - and whispering in his ear about what he should do next. Tomoya shuddered a little - the prospect of it was a big intimidating, but it was hot. Oh, yes, so incredibly hot.
He was most definitely game for it.
Mahiro's ass was sticking up in the air very nicely as he gently began to thrust inside Subaru - and it was nothing at all for Tomoya to slide a finger inside him, starting to open him up. Mahiro's eyes flew open, and he let out a gasp . . .
Oh, my God, was Tomoya going to . . . yes, he really was, Mahiro was going to experience taking and being taken at the same time, he was going to belong to both of them at once, he was going to be sandwiched between this beautiful couple who had shown him so much love.
Tomoya moved quickly, eager to open him up, but careful not to move too fast - he didn't want to under-prepare him. This had to be special for them all. He felt Junji parting his own cleft, pouring lube over it . . .
As Tomoya positioned himself behind Mahiro, Junji positioned himself behind Tomoya. Subaru felt the additional weight, looked over his shoulder . . . and nearly came just from the sight.
There was Mahiro fucking him, Tomoya fucking Mahiro, Junji fucking Tomoya . . . and Subaru felt like every one of them was making love to him.
Tomoya was breathing deeply as he sank into Mahiro and Junji sank into him. Oh, God . . . this was amazing. He'd fantasized about what it would be like to take and be taken at the same time - especially in the wake of the first time he'd bottomed to Junji - but this was beyond even his wildest dreams. It was sensation seeming to come from every pleasure center. It was filling and being filled, experiencing both the hardness of Junji's cock and the tightness of Mahiro's ass . . .
Mahiro, meanwhile, was just reveling in the warmth, in the sensation of being enveloped in hot, sweat-damp man-flesh, of feeling Subaru moving under him and Tomoya behind him, knowing Junji was moving against Tomoya as well. He began to move faster, pushing into Subaru, feeling Tomoya push into him, speeding up when they sped up . . .
They fell into a rhythm, nobody really sure who was setting the pace, nobody caring, just that they were all in sync, moving as one being, moaning louder as they sped up more. Junji pushed harder into Tomoya, who thrust harder into Mahiro, who pushed deeper into Subaru . . .
Mahiro leaned his head back, moaning uncontrollably now, feeling like he'd dissolved completely into the others, there were no individuals, just one big mass of ecstasy, he just might merge into all of them for good . . .
Their breathing got heavier, their movements increasingly ragged and erratic, and it was just a matter of who was going to explode into ecstasy first, they were all trembling on the brink . . .
It was Mahiro who suddenly arched upward, then forward, pushing back against Tomoya, forward into Subaru . . . and he cried out at the top of his lungs, ecstasy shooting through his whole body like fiery heat, coming and coming, feeling Tomoya thrust hard into him again as the last shudders faded.
Mahiro reached around Subaru's body, wrapping his fingers around his erection and stroking rapidly, and Subaru was the next to dissolve into bliss, thrusting hard into Mahiro's hand as he poured out over him, and poured some more.
Tomoya came within seconds of Subaru, his cries harmonizing with his lover's, and Junji was not long after that, pulling out of Tomoya, coming all over his ass, some droplets spattering over the other two.
The four of them collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily, not willing to let go of each other. They were silent for a long moment - because they were stunned at what had just happened, at the intensity of it all.
Mahiro was lying with his head on Subaru's chest, and Tomoya's head pillowed in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He reached out and gently caressed the hair of both men.
The intimacy between him and Tomoya for the first time brought a whole extra dimension into this passion - into their relationship as a whole. He felt like they'd all taken a step together, that they'd strengthened their bond even more.
His trauma, the stress, the memories of that awful night at the JAVAs were far away now.
Mahiro raised his head. “I love you,” he said. “I love you all . . . ever so much . . .”
“You know that I love you, too,” Subaru said. “I always have, and I always will.”
“I don't think I need to say anything, do I?” Junji said, leaning over and kissing his significant other.
Tomoya didn't reply. He just clung to Mahiro. He wasn't ready to say it aloud, but he didn't need to. They all knew what tonight meant.
* * *
They looked as if nothing had happened when they came down the stairs, laughing and talking, the now-warm-but-nobody-minded beers in their hands. Well, Junji's fancy outfit was still a little damp, but hey.
Hayato came up to them. “Hey!” he said. “Where have you guys been? We've been having a great evening! First we ran into a couple of friends of Yuuki's, and they introduced us to . . .”
He began rattling off a tale of meeting the cream of the indie porn crop, moving from person to person, telling them how terrific they all were, being flustered when he received praise for their video. “I mean, can you believe it?” he said. “They've all watched it! All of them!”
“See? I told you everyone would love your video!” Subaru said.
“And then I went looking for you guys, to tell you all the people I've met, but I couldn't find you, and then I ran into MiA, and I told him all about it, and I asked him where Koichi was but he said Koichi was off talking to someone, and then I went looking for meN-meN to tell him all our good news, and . . .” He took a deep breath.
“We couldn't find him, either,” Kana said.
“And I asked around, and finally someone told me that he'd gone upstairs, and you wouldn't believe who he went upstairs with!”
Junji and Tomoya exchanged a glance. “Who?” Junji said.
“Koichi! I didn't believe it myself, but hey. They seem kind of mismatched, and Koichi has a boyfriend already, but hey, who am I to judge, I've fooled around with you guys, right, and you have a boyfriend, too. Two times over, you have boyfriends! MiA didn't seem bothered, guess because he's been in the industry awhile, too. In fact, for some reason, he got out his phone and called Director-san - you know, Uruha. He's at the other party, I think.”
Now it was Subaru and Tomoya who exchanged a glance. They knew that MiA hadn't wanted to resume his affair with Uruha until Koichi had found a side lover. Now, it seemed, he had found one.
“So, yeah, I'm glad I found you guys! I haven't really eaten yet, I've been too busy!”
“We tried to get near the food room,” Kana said. “But every time we did, we met up with someone else.”
“So . . . wanna see if they have some food now?”
Mahiro smiled. “I'm actually hungry,” he said.
“Me, too,” Subaru said. “Let's go eat!”
As they headed for the next room, Tomoya whispered to Junji, “Well, it seems meN-meN found someone other than us.”
“It's okay,” Junji whispered back. “I think we had a pretty damn good evening anyway, right?”
Tomoya smiled over at Mahiro. He thought about the new bonding that had taken place that night, the strengthening of their relationship.
As bad as it was that Mahiro had to go through the traumatic flashbacks, something very good had come of it.
“We had a very, very good evening,” he said.
* * *
Mahiro woke up on the floor, yawning. Of course, everyone else was on the floor, too. Soon as they got back to his and Junji's apartment, they'd just thrown some futons down, taken off their fancy outfits, tossed them anywhere and collapsed. They hadn't even bothered with blankets, and pillows were whatever they could grab.
He lifted his head and saw the sunlight glinting off the Supporting Actor medal. He blinked at it.
It had none of the power it had the night before. It wasn't going to bring back bad memories, return him to the moment when he had a broken umbrella shoved in his face. His lovers had broken that spell.
He looked around The others were all still sprawled about - Junji on his back, Tomoya with his head pillowed on Junji's stomach, Subaru kind of rolled in a ball next to Tomoya. One of his hands was touching Junji's - which Mahiro found kind of symbolic.
He hoped something would happen between Junji and Subaru next, like something had happened between him and Tomoya last night, and complete their circle of intimacy.
Mahiro got slowly to his feet and stumbled toward the bathroom. When he came out, he had a yukata tied over his underwear.
Which was a good thing, because at that moment, there was a knock at the door.
He stumbled over to answer it - to find Hayato and Kana in the hall. Hayato looked only slightly less energetic than he had the night before. Mahiro couldn't figure out how he did it. He quietly wondered if the fledgling filmmaker had a battery pack somewhere in his back.
“Hey, there,” Hayato said. “How are you guys doing?”
“Asleep,” Mahiro said. “Well, the others are asleep. I just woke up.”
“I just hope you guys had as much fun as we did,” Hayato said. “Seriously, it was one of the best nights of my life. Just incredible!”
“He hasn't stopped talking about it,” Kana said.
“I want to go to more awards shows,” Hayato said. “Heck, I don't want to just go to them, I want to be nominated!”
“You will be,” Kana said. “You're talented.”
“So, yeah, what did you do after we ate?” Indeed, the group had gone back into the “food room,” found enough food to satisfy them all - there was actually more left than they thought, since most people at the party had priorities other than eating - and then went their separate ways.
“Went home and fell asleep,” Mahiro said.
“We went home, too,” Hayato said. “And everyone was there but meN-meN. He didn't come in until much later.”
“He woke us up,” Kana said.
“And then when Kana and I got up, I tried to message you guys, but you weren't answering. So I tried to get hold of MiA to see if he wanted to go out and catch Pokemon, but he wasn't answering, either.”
Mahiro quietly wondered how MiA's evening ended. He remembered very well him calling Uruha.
“So, yeah, we decided to come see how you were doing, but if you're still sleeping, we'll leave you alone.” He paused. “You DID have a fun night, didn't you?”
Mahiro didn't know how to answer it. The first part, with him consumed by flashbacks and anxiety. But the second . . .
He glanced back to the group on the futon and remembered the feeling of being enveloped in their warmth, safe from anything the world could throw at him.
“Yes,” he said. “Better than I ever thought it would be.”
Chapter: Installment 64 overall in The Camera Eye series, and the 16th story in Season 3. Links to previous installments can be found here Cut in two because of LJ's post limits, Part 1 is here
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Porn industry AU, drama, smut, romance
Warnings: Male/male sex, foursome, rimming
Pairing: Mahiro x Junji (Kiryu) x Tomoya x Subaru (Royz), Hayato x Kana (Codomo Dragon) (main), MiA x Koichi (Mejibray), Kai x Uruha (GazettE), Yo-ka (DIAURA) x Yuuki (Lycaon)
Disclaimer: Royz, Kiryu and Codomo Dragon belong to B.P. Records, Mejibray belongs to White Side Group, DIAURA belongs to Ains, the now-disbanded Lycaon belonged to Vogue Entertainment, I own the story only
Summary: The first-ever Viewer's Choice Awards brings high expectations for the evening - Hayato is on his first red carpet, Koichi wants people to notice his designs, Uruha is looking to stay one step ahead of his rivals - and one person has a crisis that will take his existing relationships in new directions.
Notes: The designs Codomo Dragon are wearing, which in this story were designed by Koichi, are the group's Family Party outfits. Kiryu characters are wearing the Irodori outfits, Royz characters the Supernova costumes. Koichi's outfit is here and MiA's is here.
Subaru couldn't help but notice that Mahiro was quiet as they rode in the van to the Suicide Ball.
They'd piled everyone who'd been at their table . . . yes, Uruha's B.P. Video announcement made their seating arrangements seem a lot more clear now . . . into one van, which meant things were rather stuffed, even though the van had three bench seats in the back. Takemasa volunteered to be the one to ride in the front seat with the driver.
Hayato, of course, was happily babbling away. “Kamijou said hi to me!” he said. “KAMIJOU! He said he saw our video and he loved it!”
“He's not going to be at the Suicide Ball, you know,” meN-meN said. “He's major.”
“I know he's not!” Hayato said. “That's why it's such a big thing that he said hi to me at the awards! Oh, and I got interviewed! My first red carpet interview! And I've heard that some real actors might pop in at the Ball, like . . .”
Meanwhile, in a seat in front of him, Junji and Tomoya were whispering to each other. They had plans for the evening - regarding a certain someone. “I'm going to ask him to sit down with us for a little while when we get to the ball,” Junji said.
Tomoya glanced over at meN-meN quickly. “Do you think he'll go for it?” he said. “I mean, it's his first party in the industry . . .”
“Of course he'll go for it,” Junji replied. “It's not like we're asking him to come upstairs with us.” Pause. “Yet.”
Subaru leaned over and squeezed Mahiro's hand. “Sure you're all right?” he said. “You're not tired, are you?”
Mahiro shook his head. How could he put into words what was really bothering him? He would sound foolish if he talked about how what had happened that OTHER awards night was playing over and over in his head . . .
This is dumb, he thought. I've been to other awards since that happened, right? I presented a JAVA to Yuuki, I co-won a JAVA with Junji . . .
He figured he'd be all right once he got to the party. That was in a totally different locale than that one on the fateful evening. All he had to do was go into the mansion, have a couple of drinks . . . and he'd relax and forget all about it. Right?
* * *
Hayato walked into the party with his head swiveling from the right to the left and back again, trying to take in everything at once.
“My God, Kana!” he said. “Look at this place!” They were walking into the foyer of an elegant mansion - the same one where the Suicide Ball had been the previous year. “Even the paint looks expensive! Look at that furniture - I'd be afraid to even sit in it!”
“It's impressive, all right,” Kana said, holding onto his arm. He was looking around the room, too - though not quite as rapidly as his lover.
“You think we might have a place like this someday?” Hayato said. “You never know. If we make enough money doing films . . . real films, that is. We're still going to move up to real films someday, right? This is just a launching pad for us. But my God, what a launching pad!!”
A waiter walked up to them with a tray of champagne. Hayato's eyes nearly bugged out. “Look!” he said. “Mobile champagne service! Amazing! And I'll bet it's the good stuff, too! Of course it is, they wouldn't serve just any old crap on an occasion like this, would they? I think that it's . . .”
“Sir,” the waiter said in a clearly holding-back-his-patience tone, “would you like to take a glass?”
“Oh, yeah, sure!” Hayato said. “Can I have one for me and one for my date?”
“That is what they are there for, sir,” the waiter said.
“All right!” Hayato took the glasses, and the waiter got away quickly, apparently glad to be putting distance between himself and this odd creature.
Across the room, meN-meN had already headed for one of the bars, deciding he was going to take advantage of the free drinks, because a guy didn't have an opportunity like that every night. A short distance away, two men were sizing up their target.
“I'll go up to him and ask him if he's enjoying his evening,” Junji said. “Then you just casually sidle up to me. We open up conversation about the awards show, and then we'll take it from there.”
“What if he doesn't want to go with both of us?” Tomoya said.
“We play it by ear,” Junji said. “But I can tell you from experience, these parties do get people to do things they normally wouldn't. Hey, a party like this brought you and I together, didn't it?”
Closer to the room where the dining tables were being laid out, Yo-ka grabbed Subaru. “How are you making out?” he said.
“I'm making out great,” Subaru said. “Well, other than having three medals around my neck. Why?”
“Just making sure that things are going well with the relationship. Or maybe it should be relationships. I was going to ask you at the awards, but I didn't want to say anything in front of Yuuki. You know how he can be.”
“All too well,” Subaru said. “There's nothing to be concerned about, Yo-ka. Really. I'm happy with the way things are. Really, truly happy. They're all, well . . . terrific. We have to work at it, of course - but it's so worth it. It's not something I would have envisioned myself in when I was a teenager, of course, but . . . I wouldn't have envisioned myself in this business when I was a teenager, either.”
Back at the bar, meN-meN suddenly found himself with a guy on either side of him - Junji from Kiryu Video, and wasn't that Subaru's boyfriend with him? - paying him more than a fair amount of attention.
“So you made it through your first awards show without being bored out of your mind?” Junji said. “That's quite an accomplishment in the modern porn industry.”
“I think I was just confused most of the time,” meN-meN said. “There was so much going on all at once, and all I could do was kind of smile and nod.”
“We've all been there,” Junji said. “Right, Tomoya? You went to your first awards show at the most recent JAVAs.”
“Oh, yes,” Tomoya said. “It was an experience, all right.”
“You get used to it as time goes on,” Junji said. “Right now, though, it's just time to relax and have fun. The having to listen to boring stuff is over. Well, it's not boring when you or one of your friends is nominated, but until then . . .”
And then, he saw something out of the corner of his eye that made his blood freeze. There was Mahiro, in a corner, leaning against the wall, looking . . . well, the only way that it could be described was pain. Not physical, either. Emotional.
Oh, shit, Junji thought. Shit, shit, shit . . .
He suddenly bolted, yelling over his shoulder, “Tomoya, I need to go.”
“What's wrong?” Tomoya called.
“I'll tell you later,” said Junji.
The hell with conquest of a hot guy. His baby needed him.
Meanwhile, Subaru was talking to Yo-ka about the filming of Boy in a Bottle when saw Junji flying across the room, and the way the other man was running, it couldn't be good. He turned to his friend. “Yo-ka? I think I need to go.”
“What's wrong?”
“It's Mahiro, I think. Junji just went running over there.”
Junji arrived at his lover's side, and threw his arms around him. “Baby?” he said. “What's wrong?”
Mahiro took a deep breath. “It's nothing.”
“It is NOT nothing and you know it. Come on, I'm getting you out of here.”
“I don't want to take you away from the party,” Mahiro said.
“Bullshit,” Junji said. “If you're looking like that, there's no way in hell I'm going to hang out here having fun.”
Subaru rushed over to them. “What is it?” he said.
“He hasn't told me yet,” Junji said.
“I'm fine,” Mahiro said. “Go back to what you were doing.”
Tomoya rushed up to the group. “What's going on?” he said.
“All right,” Junji said. “Since you refuse to leave the party, we're going to take you upstairs to one of the bedrooms and you're going to tell us what's bothering you. And we're not letting you out of the room until you do.”
Mahiro sighed. “Fine,” he said.
The group led him upstairs, finding the first room that was available - it was early in the evening, so people hadn't started pairing and tripling off yet. Junji shut the door and guided Mahiro to sit on the edge of the bed. “All right, baby,” he said. “What is it?”
Mahiro looked at the wall for a long moment. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, “I thought I'd be okay. I've been to two awards shows since then and I was fine. I was even on stage to get another award with you last time. But something about tonight . . .”
He sighed and ran a hand over his hair. “It's like someone flipped a switch in my head. Or opened a door up there. And all the memories of THAT night came out, and they wouldn't go away. It's like . . . like it's a video playing over and over. I hear him telling me his boyfriend was supposed to win that award, that I didn't deserve it, and then him shoving the broken umbrella at me . . .”
Subaru began to feel ill. He knew exactly what Mahiro was talking about - the night he won the Best Supporting Actor JAVA, when he'd been attacked by his boss at Hard Candy. He suddenly sat on the edge of the bed, hugging Mahiro - and Junji sat on the other side, hugging him from the other direction.
“Baby, it's all right,” Subaru said. “It's okay. That's in the past. It happened, it's over, you survived. You're here with us now, and you're perfectly safe.”
“But why now?” Mahiro said. “Why am I having these flashbacks, why won't they leave me alone . . .”
“PTSD,” Tomoya said. “It's post-traumatic stress. Anyone who's suffered any kind of trauma can suffer it to at least some extent. And being attacked by a boss is a trauma.” He sat on the bed and reached out, putting an arm on Mahiro's shoulder. “You were triggered by the award you won tonight.”
“But . . . but I won an award this past JAVAs . . .”
“You had me with you then,” Junji said. “This is the first time you've gone on stage alone to accept an award since that night. And you received a Supporting Actor award - that's the same award you got that evening. The same one that bastard said you didn't deserve.” Junji hugged him again. “But you DID deserve it. Just like you deserve the one you won tonight.”
“What you did NOT deserve was what he did to you,” Subaru said. “Nobody deserves that.”
“But nobody is going to hurt you,” Junji said. “Nobody's going to hurt you like that ever again - or they'll have to answer to me. I've got some pretty heavy tools I use to build scenery.”
“You have us,” Subaru said.
“All of us,” Tomoya added.
Mahiro reached up and put his hand on top of Tomoya's. “You didn't have to come up here with me,” he said. “You could have stayed at the party and . . .”
“Yes, I did,” Tomoya said. “If any of us is hurting, the rest of us are hurting. That's how it is. We're all together, right?”
Mahiro leaned forward, so his forehead was gently touching Tomoya's. “Thank you,” he said. He hugged the other two closer. “Thank all of you. I wasn't going to bother you with my . . .”
“Mahiro, I love you more than anything, but if I hear you say something like that, I'm going to whap you with a pool noodle,” Junji said. “This was no bother at all. I have my priorities, and my top priority is you. Always. You know that.” He kissed Mahiro's lips, softly. “Hey - I have an idea. There's a rich people's bathroom attached to this bedroom.”
“How do you know that?” Subaru said.
“Mahiro and I were up here last year with another guy,” Junji said. “Not anyone you know. So anyway . . . there's a hot tub over there, remember? We're going to deposit you in the hot tub and let you have a nice, long relaxing soak. And at least one of us will be next to you at all times. In fact, we're only going to leave your side if you want something to eat or drink. We'll go downstairs and get it.”
Mahiro was going to say something else - but he just hugged his lovers again. “What did I do to deserve you?” he said.
“You're you,” Junji said. “You're just you.”
They led him to the next room, where there was a rather sizable hot tub. Junji and Subaru, working together, rid Mahiro of his fancy costume, laying the pieces out on a cabinet. Mahiro went over to the shower, rinsing off as the others filled the tub.
“Now, into the water with you,” Junji said. “And just lay back and relax.”
Mahiro stepped gingerly into the water. It was damn hot, all right. Just about at the border of too hot. In other words, a proper Japanese bath.
He sank down, exhaling a long breath as he felt it bubbling all around him, the water moving around his naked flesh, seeming to relax every muscle, to ease the tension out of him. The anxiety, the post-traumatic feeling, was still there at the back of his mind, but . . .
There was less of it than there was before. A whole lot less.
Subaru leaned over the side of the tub. “Want company?” he said.
Mahiro opened his eyes. “That could be fun,” he said.
“All right!” Subaru said, heading for the shower. “Hey, could someone go downstairs and bring back some beers? That might go great with being in the hot tub!”
“I'll go!” Tomoya said. “I'll be right back!” He left the room.
Junji sat at the edge of the tub, draping an arm across Mahiro's chest. “How are you feeling?” he said.
“You're messing up your outfit,” Mahiro said.
“So?” said Junji. “There's more important things than an outfit.”
“Don't let Koichi and Yuuki hear you say that,” Mahiro said. “They'll have heart attacks.”
Junji leaned over so his face was against Mahiro's hair. “Seriously - how do you feel?”
Mahiro closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Better,” he said.
“Good,” Junji said. “And you know that we're all going to stay with you as long as you want or need, right?”
Mahiro nodded. “You and Tomoya had plans tonight, didn't you?”
“You mean meN-meN?” Junji said. “Well, yes. But the operative word there is had. I have my priorities, and nothing is bigger priority than you. There will be other chances with him. But when you need me? I drop everything.”
Subaru came out of the shower, naked and wet, and hopped in opposite Mahiro. “Oooh!” he said. “This is . . . nice! Hot, but really nice!”
“Kind of like Mahiro himself, huh?” Junji said.
“He's really hot,” Subaru said. “One of the hottest guys I've ever seen. But . . . there's a lot more to him than physical, right? I mean . . . you have a beautiful soul. A truly, truly beautiful soul.”
Mahiro suddenly leaned over and kissed Subaru - long, hard and wet. Subaru responded right away, wrapping his arms around his lover and pulling him closer, gently pushing his tongue into his mouth.
Junji leaned over toward the two of them, putting his arms around both their shoulders. “Hey, hey, what's this?” he said. “Am I going to let the two of you have all the fun here?”
Subaru eased back from Mahiro, and Junji took his place, kissing him hard, not caring that he was on the verge of falling over into the hot tub. What did it matter? The main part of the evening was over. It was, at the moment, just them. So what if his finery got wet?
He leaned back and said, “What do you say we get you two toweled off and we take this back to the bedroom?”
“But . . . do we have . . .”
“They equip these parties,” Junji said. “Believe me, they know what's going to happen.”
When Tomoya came back bearing four beers - which the bartender had thoughtfully put in a six-pack carrier - he nearly dropped them on the floor. He wasn't expecting to see Subaru, Mahiro and Junji on the bed, all naked.
Compounding things was the fact that Subaru was leaning over Mahiro's chest, tonguing his nipple slowly, and Junji was down at the other end, kissing the tip of Mahiro's growing erection, his fingers moving up and down the shaft.
Tomoya set the beers on the floor, slowly. He wasn't sure what to do. Did he take his own clothes off and join in? Did he quietly go downstairs and leave them to what they were doing? Or did he just stand there and watch . . .
His decision was made for him when Subaru raised his head. “Hi,” he said. “Come over here, love.”
Tomoya didn't waste time. He stripped his clothes off, leaving them on the floor with the beers, and sat on the bed next to Subaru, who raised his head, pulling Tomoya in and kissing him as deeply as he'd kissed Mahiro before.
Junji moved up and kissed Mahiro's lips, flicking his tongue in and out of his lover's mouth, and Mahiro ran his hands over Junji's chest. Junji reached around, stroking and caressing Mahiro's ass, drawing a small moan from his lover.
Mahiro rolled over on his back, and instantly, Subaru and Junji pounced on him, kissing either side of his neck, caressing his chest and stomach.
Tomoya watched them for a moment. Until now, even when all four of them had been in bed together, it had been Mahiro with Subaru and Junji with Tomoya, or Mahiro with Junji and Subaru with Tomoya. But right now, something felt different.
Maybe it was his desire to comfort Mahiro after his traumatic flashbacks. Maybe it was just that time in their unique foursome had deepened his feelings for the man. But suddenly, he wanted to do more than just watch . . .
He bent over, running his tongue slowly from the bottom of Mahiro's erection to the top, and Mahiro raised his head, gasping. “Oh, my God!” he said.
The surprised expression of pleasure just made Tomoya all the more adventurous. He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the tip of the other man's hardness, starting to suck, moving down slowly.
He felt different in his mouth than Subaru did, or Junji . . . and the difference was all the more thrilling. He found himself moaning as he started to suck, to move his head up and down.
Subaru let out a soft whisper of “Tomoya . . .” He sounded surprised, and amazed, and more than a little bit turned on.
Junji just watched in amazement. Watching one man he loved going down on the other man he loved? Fuck, yes, it was hot. He watched Tomoya as he eagerly moved up and down, the cock sliding through his lips, and then he let his eyes travel up to Mahiro's face, wearing an expression of bliss, reaching down to caress Tomoya's hair.
Well, Junji wasn't the type to just watch. He was going to take action. He reached in the nighttable drawer, looking for something . . .
Tomoya suddenly drew in a deep breath, raising his head off Mahiro's erection, when he felt lube poured on his ass. There was a feeling of the cheeks being gently spread apart, and something draped between them . . .
As Junji's tongue pushed into him, Tomoya nearly choked on Mahiro. He started sucking faster, harder . . .
Now it was Subaru who didn't quite know what to do. He was mesmerized by the sight in front of him - Mahiro writhing on the sheets in bliss, an ecstatic look on his face; Tomoya eagerly sucking him, head moving rapidly back and forth; Junji with his face buried in Tomoya's ass, pleasuring him as Tomoya was being pleasured, tongue-fucking him as Tomoya's mouth was fucked by Mahiro . . .
And then, Mahiro was reaching out, finding Subaru's ass, running his hand along it. Subaru quickly found the tube of lube that Junji had used on Tomoya, grabbed it, and poured lube on Mahiro's fingers.
He got on all fours, making sure his ass was in Mahiro's reach. Mahiro ran his fingers along the cleft, gently starting to push one in, moving it in and out, feeling for the sensitive spots within the younger man that would make him moan and cry out.
Subaru gripped the bed, mind filling with a picture of how this must look - Mahiro's fingers in him, his cock in Tomoya's mouth, Junji's tongue up Tomoya's ass. They were all connected, all moving together, all moaning in bliss.
Mahiro slid a second finger into Subaru, then a third, moving faster, opening him up, and Subaru moved back against him, moaning louder, wanting to be opened up, to be ready for him.
Gently, they separated, Junji moving away from Tomoya first, then Tomoya from Mahiro. Mahiro reached for the lube, preparing himself quickly. He knew what he wanted to do next. Subaru got up on all fours, and he got behind him, leaning over him . . .
As he gently started to push in, Junji lubed his fingers, bending over Tomoya, pushing one into him - and whispering in his ear about what he should do next. Tomoya shuddered a little - the prospect of it was a big intimidating, but it was hot. Oh, yes, so incredibly hot.
He was most definitely game for it.
Mahiro's ass was sticking up in the air very nicely as he gently began to thrust inside Subaru - and it was nothing at all for Tomoya to slide a finger inside him, starting to open him up. Mahiro's eyes flew open, and he let out a gasp . . .
Oh, my God, was Tomoya going to . . . yes, he really was, Mahiro was going to experience taking and being taken at the same time, he was going to belong to both of them at once, he was going to be sandwiched between this beautiful couple who had shown him so much love.
Tomoya moved quickly, eager to open him up, but careful not to move too fast - he didn't want to under-prepare him. This had to be special for them all. He felt Junji parting his own cleft, pouring lube over it . . .
As Tomoya positioned himself behind Mahiro, Junji positioned himself behind Tomoya. Subaru felt the additional weight, looked over his shoulder . . . and nearly came just from the sight.
There was Mahiro fucking him, Tomoya fucking Mahiro, Junji fucking Tomoya . . . and Subaru felt like every one of them was making love to him.
Tomoya was breathing deeply as he sank into Mahiro and Junji sank into him. Oh, God . . . this was amazing. He'd fantasized about what it would be like to take and be taken at the same time - especially in the wake of the first time he'd bottomed to Junji - but this was beyond even his wildest dreams. It was sensation seeming to come from every pleasure center. It was filling and being filled, experiencing both the hardness of Junji's cock and the tightness of Mahiro's ass . . .
Mahiro, meanwhile, was just reveling in the warmth, in the sensation of being enveloped in hot, sweat-damp man-flesh, of feeling Subaru moving under him and Tomoya behind him, knowing Junji was moving against Tomoya as well. He began to move faster, pushing into Subaru, feeling Tomoya push into him, speeding up when they sped up . . .
They fell into a rhythm, nobody really sure who was setting the pace, nobody caring, just that they were all in sync, moving as one being, moaning louder as they sped up more. Junji pushed harder into Tomoya, who thrust harder into Mahiro, who pushed deeper into Subaru . . .
Mahiro leaned his head back, moaning uncontrollably now, feeling like he'd dissolved completely into the others, there were no individuals, just one big mass of ecstasy, he just might merge into all of them for good . . .
Their breathing got heavier, their movements increasingly ragged and erratic, and it was just a matter of who was going to explode into ecstasy first, they were all trembling on the brink . . .
It was Mahiro who suddenly arched upward, then forward, pushing back against Tomoya, forward into Subaru . . . and he cried out at the top of his lungs, ecstasy shooting through his whole body like fiery heat, coming and coming, feeling Tomoya thrust hard into him again as the last shudders faded.
Mahiro reached around Subaru's body, wrapping his fingers around his erection and stroking rapidly, and Subaru was the next to dissolve into bliss, thrusting hard into Mahiro's hand as he poured out over him, and poured some more.
Tomoya came within seconds of Subaru, his cries harmonizing with his lover's, and Junji was not long after that, pulling out of Tomoya, coming all over his ass, some droplets spattering over the other two.
The four of them collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily, not willing to let go of each other. They were silent for a long moment - because they were stunned at what had just happened, at the intensity of it all.
Mahiro was lying with his head on Subaru's chest, and Tomoya's head pillowed in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He reached out and gently caressed the hair of both men.
The intimacy between him and Tomoya for the first time brought a whole extra dimension into this passion - into their relationship as a whole. He felt like they'd all taken a step together, that they'd strengthened their bond even more.
His trauma, the stress, the memories of that awful night at the JAVAs were far away now.
Mahiro raised his head. “I love you,” he said. “I love you all . . . ever so much . . .”
“You know that I love you, too,” Subaru said. “I always have, and I always will.”
“I don't think I need to say anything, do I?” Junji said, leaning over and kissing his significant other.
Tomoya didn't reply. He just clung to Mahiro. He wasn't ready to say it aloud, but he didn't need to. They all knew what tonight meant.
* * *
They looked as if nothing had happened when they came down the stairs, laughing and talking, the now-warm-but-nobody-minded beers in their hands. Well, Junji's fancy outfit was still a little damp, but hey.
Hayato came up to them. “Hey!” he said. “Where have you guys been? We've been having a great evening! First we ran into a couple of friends of Yuuki's, and they introduced us to . . .”
He began rattling off a tale of meeting the cream of the indie porn crop, moving from person to person, telling them how terrific they all were, being flustered when he received praise for their video. “I mean, can you believe it?” he said. “They've all watched it! All of them!”
“See? I told you everyone would love your video!” Subaru said.
“And then I went looking for you guys, to tell you all the people I've met, but I couldn't find you, and then I ran into MiA, and I told him all about it, and I asked him where Koichi was but he said Koichi was off talking to someone, and then I went looking for meN-meN to tell him all our good news, and . . .” He took a deep breath.
“We couldn't find him, either,” Kana said.
“And I asked around, and finally someone told me that he'd gone upstairs, and you wouldn't believe who he went upstairs with!”
Junji and Tomoya exchanged a glance. “Who?” Junji said.
“Koichi! I didn't believe it myself, but hey. They seem kind of mismatched, and Koichi has a boyfriend already, but hey, who am I to judge, I've fooled around with you guys, right, and you have a boyfriend, too. Two times over, you have boyfriends! MiA didn't seem bothered, guess because he's been in the industry awhile, too. In fact, for some reason, he got out his phone and called Director-san - you know, Uruha. He's at the other party, I think.”
Now it was Subaru and Tomoya who exchanged a glance. They knew that MiA hadn't wanted to resume his affair with Uruha until Koichi had found a side lover. Now, it seemed, he had found one.
“So, yeah, I'm glad I found you guys! I haven't really eaten yet, I've been too busy!”
“We tried to get near the food room,” Kana said. “But every time we did, we met up with someone else.”
“So . . . wanna see if they have some food now?”
Mahiro smiled. “I'm actually hungry,” he said.
“Me, too,” Subaru said. “Let's go eat!”
As they headed for the next room, Tomoya whispered to Junji, “Well, it seems meN-meN found someone other than us.”
“It's okay,” Junji whispered back. “I think we had a pretty damn good evening anyway, right?”
Tomoya smiled over at Mahiro. He thought about the new bonding that had taken place that night, the strengthening of their relationship.
As bad as it was that Mahiro had to go through the traumatic flashbacks, something very good had come of it.
“We had a very, very good evening,” he said.
* * *
Mahiro woke up on the floor, yawning. Of course, everyone else was on the floor, too. Soon as they got back to his and Junji's apartment, they'd just thrown some futons down, taken off their fancy outfits, tossed them anywhere and collapsed. They hadn't even bothered with blankets, and pillows were whatever they could grab.
He lifted his head and saw the sunlight glinting off the Supporting Actor medal. He blinked at it.
It had none of the power it had the night before. It wasn't going to bring back bad memories, return him to the moment when he had a broken umbrella shoved in his face. His lovers had broken that spell.
He looked around The others were all still sprawled about - Junji on his back, Tomoya with his head pillowed on Junji's stomach, Subaru kind of rolled in a ball next to Tomoya. One of his hands was touching Junji's - which Mahiro found kind of symbolic.
He hoped something would happen between Junji and Subaru next, like something had happened between him and Tomoya last night, and complete their circle of intimacy.
Mahiro got slowly to his feet and stumbled toward the bathroom. When he came out, he had a yukata tied over his underwear.
Which was a good thing, because at that moment, there was a knock at the door.
He stumbled over to answer it - to find Hayato and Kana in the hall. Hayato looked only slightly less energetic than he had the night before. Mahiro couldn't figure out how he did it. He quietly wondered if the fledgling filmmaker had a battery pack somewhere in his back.
“Hey, there,” Hayato said. “How are you guys doing?”
“Asleep,” Mahiro said. “Well, the others are asleep. I just woke up.”
“I just hope you guys had as much fun as we did,” Hayato said. “Seriously, it was one of the best nights of my life. Just incredible!”
“He hasn't stopped talking about it,” Kana said.
“I want to go to more awards shows,” Hayato said. “Heck, I don't want to just go to them, I want to be nominated!”
“You will be,” Kana said. “You're talented.”
“So, yeah, what did you do after we ate?” Indeed, the group had gone back into the “food room,” found enough food to satisfy them all - there was actually more left than they thought, since most people at the party had priorities other than eating - and then went their separate ways.
“Went home and fell asleep,” Mahiro said.
“We went home, too,” Hayato said. “And everyone was there but meN-meN. He didn't come in until much later.”
“He woke us up,” Kana said.
“And then when Kana and I got up, I tried to message you guys, but you weren't answering. So I tried to get hold of MiA to see if he wanted to go out and catch Pokemon, but he wasn't answering, either.”
Mahiro quietly wondered how MiA's evening ended. He remembered very well him calling Uruha.
“So, yeah, we decided to come see how you were doing, but if you're still sleeping, we'll leave you alone.” He paused. “You DID have a fun night, didn't you?”
Mahiro didn't know how to answer it. The first part, with him consumed by flashbacks and anxiety. But the second . . .
He glanced back to the group on the futon and remembered the feeling of being enveloped in their warmth, safe from anything the world could throw at him.
“Yes,” he said. “Better than I ever thought it would be.”