Fic: Melt Into You [Kai X Uruha, NC-17]
Title: Melt Into You
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure PWP smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, frottage, erotic use of mud/oil
Pairing: Kai X Uruha
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Kai was only trying to make their new home look nice. How did he know he would end up covered in muck - and that it would be the hottest thing Uruha ever saw?
Comments: Like the Melt pamphlet WASN’T going to inspire porn. (Kai is covered in paint or just oil in the actual shoot, but I went with an oil/mud mix for story purposes).
The house wasn’t big. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t something you would expect a rock star couple to be living in. Heck, it had formerly belonged to a mechanic, the real estate agent told them - he used to work on his cars in the backyard.
But for Kai and Uruha, it was just what they needed. It was quiet and out of the way, giving them privacy. It had just enough room - a living room, kitchen and bedroom, plus space in the basement for them to turn into a music studio.
“You sure about this?” Kai asked Uruha before they signed the final papers to lease it. “I mean, it’s okay for what I want, but if you want something fancier . . .”
Uruha pressed his hand on Kai’s. “I was never more sure about anything,” he said. “What do we need a ton of space for? We’re busy all the time. We’re only home when we need to be. All I want is to get out of the apartment house and be with you.”
Which was the whole reason they were moving, wasn’t it? Both of them had grown weary of apartment life, of always having neighbors in close proximity - including some who didn’t appreciate them keeping rock star hours, and others who weren’t crazy about the idea of two men in a loving relationship.
They needed a house so they could have room to be, well, them. With a house, they’d still have neighbors, sure - but there would be at least a little space between them.
“All right, then.” Kai signed the paper with a flourish, then passed it to Uruha. “It’s ours, then.”
Once they were done, Uruha said, “We’re officially domestic now. This is new for me. I haven’t lived in a house since I was a kid.”
Kai smiled, looking down. “I haven’t lived in a house ever. My parents had an apartment, and then, after they split . . . my mother and I lived in a smaller apartment. So this is even newer to me than it is to you. But we’ll make it work, won’t we? I mean, how hard can it be? A house is just an apartment with a yard, right?”
* * *
As soon as they were settled in, Kai decided he was going to make the lawn his personal project.
“The guy who had this house before didn’t take very good care of it,” he told Uruha. “Look, there’s crabgrass and weeds everywhere.”
“What are you going to do about it?” This was something Uruha was gladly going to leave to his lover. Lawns were something he knew next to nothing about.
“Put in fresh sod and seed,” Kai said, proudly. “And then put sprinklers on it.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Uruha said.
“I looked it up online,” Kai said. “They had step-by-step directions. All I have to do is follow them and I’ll be fine.”
And he attacked his new project with gusto, ripping out the old lawn, front yard and back. Except there was a spot in the back yard where nothing seemed to want to grow - even the crabgrass.
“Huh, this must be where the guy worked on his cars,” Kai said, poking at the dirt with his shovel. “Oh, well. There’s plenty of other lawn.”
Aoi came over when Kai was engrossed in his project. He observed him for a few minutes, then went back in to where Uruha was hanging curtains in the living room.
“You need to get out there,” he said. “Your boyfriend looks like a porno.”
“Looks like WHAT?” Uruha swayed on his stepladder and looked, for a moment, like he was going to go tumbling off.
“Well, he’s out there with a shovel, digging in the dirt, and he’s covered with dirt and sweat. Looks like a handyman in a porno.” He walked over to the ladder and gave Uruha a wide grin. “Better get out there before some horny housewife gets hold of him.”
“He’s not doing anything related to porno,” Uruha said, fitting the curtain rod in place. “He’s decided the lawn is his personal project.”
“He picked a photogenic personal project, then,” Aoi said. “You’re going to have lines of people in front of your house with cameras.”
“We’d better not,” Uruha replied, coming down from the ladder. “Privacy is half the reason we got this place.”
“Not going to get much privacy with a hot guy looking like that in front of your house,” Aoi said.
Uruha quickly looked out the window. Did Aoi have a point? Were there people liked up looking at his boyfriend? No, no, there was only Kai, finishing his digging and starting to lay the sod, looking at Uruha with a wave and a smile.
But, damn, his bandmate was right about one thing. Uruha’s eyes ran over Kai, hot and sweaty and dirty, thinking he had never, ever looked that hot. Good Lord, what was it with the combination of Kai and dirt? Maybe it was because he was usually the cute one, immaculately clean whenever they were before the cameras, managing to somehow look pure when they were in the middle of a live and he was damp with exertion . . .
Oh, yes, there was the leader in the role of a handyman. And it was erotic as hell. Suddenly, Uruha found himself in a position he shouldn’t be in, not with a friend there - the position of being turned on as hell.
“Uruha?” Aoi said. “Uruha! Hey, earth to Uruha!”
Uruha’s eyes were still on his lover, imagining him covered in that dirt, head to toe, pushing Uruha down on the ground, holding him there . . .
“Okay, I’m going, since you’re obviously in orbit somewhere,” Aoi said. “I need to meet up with Kazuki, anyway.” He patted Uruha’s arm. “Remember, don’t let any horny housewives steal your man!”
Uruha was still watching Kai when his friend left. Oh, there was no risk of that. At all. Kai was all his, and he suddenly felt very, very glad of that.
* * *
Kai stepped back, taking a deep breath. It was done. Everything was sodded and seeded. All he had to do now was turn on the sprinklers. He felt a real sense of accomplishment - something different than he’d ever felt on stage, even at Budokan or Tokyo Dome.
It was the feeling of shaping something with his own hands, of creation, of having something that was entirely his.
No wonder people were so eager to live in homes. Apartment living was passive. This was hands-on.
He stripped off his shirt, dropping it on the ground - he was hot, all right, but it was a good kind of hot. He turned the faucet, watching sprays of water douse his work, feeding the new seed, bringing it to life. . . .
Except he’d misplaced one of the sprinklers. It wasn’t dousing the seeds. It was just pouring onto the barren plain where the car repairs had taken place. “Damn,” Kai said, turning the dial, trying to shut it off . . .
And only turning the water on higher. The barren plain was now a sea of oily muck. He twisted the dial in the other direction, rapidly. Okay, that worked.
Now, he just had to get over to the pesky sprinkler and move it. He began crossing the sea of muck . . .
* * *
Uruha stepped out of the shower, sighing in contentment. Well, that helped calm the raging hormones - at least a little.
He lightly towel-dried his hair and reached for his clothes. He’d blow-dry himself later. He’d go ask Kai if he wanted to get takeout tonight, or . . .
He paused. What was that noise outside? It was a like a loud splat - accompanied by a lot of swearing. The hell? Kai didn’t normally curse like that. He was going to have to go investigate this.
Still mostly wet - especially his hair - and wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, he headed downstairs.
* * *
Kai was floundering around in oily muck.
He’d just wanted to get to the sprinkler. Unfortunately, that meant crossing the sea of mud - which promptly gave way beneath his feet, sending him slipping, sliding and, ultimately, falling.
He was covered in the stuff. It was slicker than normal mud. It was cool against his heated skin from the water. It . . .
It felt strangely nice. He couldn’t figure out why, but there was something, well, almost sensual about the texture of this stuf. It didn’t feel like dirt. It almost felt like something that would be used in a spa, for a massage, and . . .
And his brain had been baking in the sun too long. Time to get out of this mud pit. He tried to scramble to his feet, only to slip and fall again - and let loose another torrent of words usually associated with Ruki.
Planting his hands firmly on the ground, he tried to push himself up - and beheld a heavenly vision.
There stood Uruha, plainly fresh from the shower, his hair still wet and hanging around his face. Heck, there was even some of the moisture still clinging to his body, making his clothes stick to him.
He looked like the box art of a porn video.
That was the last thing in the world he needed to see - his lover looking hotter than hell on fire. Bad enough that the strangely sensual texture of the muck had made him feel things one shouldn’t while stuck in a mud pit.
And all he could do was just stare at Uruha. But that’s okay - because Uruha was just staring at him, too.
* * *
Uruha couldn’t remember Kai ever looking so hot.
There he was, bare-chested, covered in oily muck, his hair hanging in his eyes. He looked, well, defiled. The normally sweet, polite, well-scrubbed leader wallowing in filth . . .
He knew he needed to help the other man up. But all he could do was stare. God, he wished he had a camera right now. The hell with a camera, he wished he had his hands all over Kai right now.
Mud and all? Oh, yes. That was the best part.
Kai was silently extending a hand to him. He wanted to be helped up, of course. Of course. Uruha took it, and clasped it, and they just kept staring at each other . . .
Uruha wasn’t sure if he toppled forward or Kai pulled him down or a combination of both. Bur suddenly, Uruha was falling, and Kai was catching him in his arms, the two of them ending up in the pit, Kai underneath, Uruha on top.
There was a moment where they just stared again, breathing heavily, and then Uruha lowered his head, the two men wrapping their arms around each other as they kissed - skipping the slow and sensual part and going straight for hot.
Their mouths moved against each other, tongues pushing forward to rub together, Uruha’s teeth lightly nipping at Kai’s lip, as if to establish possession - this deliciously dirty creature was his, all his.
Uruha pulled back long enough to strip his shirt off and dove right back in, kissing Kai fiercely, feeling his freshly-showered chest pressing against the other man’s dirty one. Clean and messy, what wonderful opposites.
As they began to writhe, he felt the mud rubbing off on his own skin, defiling him as well. No, it wasn’t just mud - it seemed to be made of an equal amount of oil.
Which, of course, made it all the more deliciously dirty.
Uruha pulled back, grabbing a handful of the stuff, and began to rub it over Kai’s chest. Now he could feel the sensual texture of the substance as he smoothed it over him with both hands, watching the beloved flesh become even dirtier, feeling the bumps of hardening nipples under his fingertips . . .
He paused there, rubbing the buds, feeling Kai arch up against him, erection pressing against Uruha’s thigh. Oh, that just made Uruha want to get this man naked, now . . .
Kai let out a small moan as Uruha unzipped his pants, yanking them and his underwear off in one swift motion. Now he had a half-dirty, half-clean Kai in front of him, the skin on his undefiled lower half gleaming in the sunlight.
“I’ll just have to take care of this, won’t I?” Uruha said, grabbing handfuls of the mud. He grasped Kai’s ankle in both hands and slid upward, slicking the mud over the surface, watching the flesh darken. He was making Kai a very dirty boy - literally. It was a delicious sight, especially the way the other man was starting to writhe in the mud, not caring that it was all over his body, his hair.
He seemed to glory in it.
When Uruha reached the upper part of the thigh, he pinched gently in a sensitive area, knowing that would make the other man arch and cry out. “Ohh, yes,” Kai groaned.
“You want more?” Uruha said, sliding his fingers upward until they were tantalizingly near the other man’s cock.
“Please,” Kai panted.
“Not yet,” Uruha said, filling his hands with mud again, moving down Kai’s other leg - and the groan of mixed sensuality and disappointment he heard was music to his ears. He took his time, sliding his hands from thigh to knee to calf, gently massaging the muscles as he went - letting his lover feel his fingers through the mud, making him want more.
When he reached Kai’s foot, Uruha stood up, stripping off his shorts, then getting down in the pit on his hands and knees, putting his ass and thighs on full display.
“Now,” he said, looking back over his shoulder with a heavy-lidded, sensual glance, “don’t you want to do that do me?”
Kai pulled himself up on his knees, dipping his hands in the muck, and lay his palms flat on Uruha’s ass. Oh, yes, it was glorious under any circumstances, but feeling those firm curves through the sheen of the mud as he caressed him was positively luscious.
He squeezed, moving his fingers slowly, savoring the slippery texture, the feeling of naughtiness, of doing something they were told was forbidden since they were children - playing in the mud.
Uruha moved back against him, purring, and he started a gentle massage, moving his hands downward, then up, thoroughly covering every part of that ass with the oily substance. When he squeezed, they both moaned, and when he let one slick finger slide up and down the cleft, he felt the other man shudder.
He paused to coat his hands again, and then moved downward, over those wonderful, gorgeous, worshipful thighs.
Here he was, dirtying the things that untold numbers of women and men drooled over, marking them as his own. There was the familiar smooth skin, the shape like that of a marble statue, the hard muscle underneath . . .
All made that much more sensual by the cool glide of the muck over the heated skin. Kai closed his eyes, just reveling on how it all felt, in pure erotic texture.
His thumbs pressed into the sensitive areas on the inside of Uruha’s thighs, gliding them upward, hearing the other man’s moan in response. Reaching upward, he let his fingers slip briefly against his balls.
“I know what you want,” he murmured to Uruha
“Tell me,” Uruha replied.
“You want to feel this on your cock, don’t you?”
“You want to feel it on your cock, too,” Uruha groaned.
Oh, Kai had a lovely idea for how that was going to happen. He picked up two handfuls of the muck. One, he began to rub over Uruha’s cock, slicking it, making the other man moan loudly.
The way it felt to slide his fingers through the wonderfully filthy substance, spreading it over hot hardness. . . he was tempted to take him all the way to climax like this. But he resisted - what he had in mind was better.
With his other hand, he quickly slicked his own cock, moaning a little at the texture, then flipped over on his back, gladly lying in the muck. He reached up and pulled Uruha down on top of him.
Uruha got the message right away. He brought his lips to Kai’s, shifting his hips so their cocks were in alignment, rubbing up against each other.
“Oh, yes,” Uruha moaned as he started to move, grinding against Kai, feeling the mud act as lubrication, easing the friction, creating a sensual glide of hard against hard. And it was made all the sexier by the sense of the dirty, the nasty, the forbidden.
“Good,” Kai moaned as he started to move his hips, grinding along with his lover. “So good . . . “ And Uruha’s hair, despite having clumps of oily muck in it now, was still wet, still hanging around his face in unkempt strands, still made him look like some sort of erotic dream . . .
“So damn hot,” Uruha panted as he began to speed up, his hips pushing into his lover, grinding hard, cock rubbing against cock. “You’ve never looked this sexy.”
“Ooohh, yes,” Kai moaned, Uruha’s words were just spurring on the heat inside him even more, hips pumping harder, hands reaching for Uruha’s ass, squeezing it hard, wanting to hear a louder moan from his lover.
Uruha gave it to him, and moved against him faster, trying to keep his eyes open, to bask in the vision of a deliciously dirty Kai in the heat of passion, lips open and panting, muscular chest and arms tense under the coating of muck.
“Oh, so damn hot, you feel so good,” Kai moaned, moving faster now, grinding up against the other man, and Uruha ground back, their hips pumping hard now, cock sliding against cock over and over, their tips sending trickles of precome cutting through the mud and wiping it away.
“Kai,” Uruha gasped. “I’m close, I think I’m going to . . .”
“Come for me,” Kai panted. “Don’t hold back.”
Uruha thrust, and thrust again, and suddenly, he leaned back, crying out, white come pouring from him and mixing with the black mud. He leaned forward, panting . . . and took Kai’s cock in his hand, stroking it rapidly, pushing his lover toward climax as well.
Kai arched forward, shouting Uruha’s name, his come pouring over Uruha’s fingers, washing away the muck there.
Uruha leaned down, and they kissed, Kai reaching up to pull him closer. They snuggled together, not caring they were still in mud . . .
Until Uruha raised his head, and said, “The neighbors aren’t home, I hope.”
Kai’s eyes suddenly shot wide. Uh-oh. He hadn’t even thought of that. Oh, the irony - they’d moved to a house to get away from neighbors, and here they were, worrying about neighbors. “Um . . . well, we have high hedges . . .” And thank the J-rock gods for that.
Uruha shrugged. “Well, we have that. And if they heard us? Let them wonder.” He kissed Kai’s mud-covered nose. “We could always say we were out and that it was another couple.”
Kai didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d yelled his lover’s name, and he doubted there were very many other guys on this block called “Uruha.” Unless, of course, they were living in some sort of visual kei colony. Which he doubted.
“You know this means I’m going to have to take another shower, doesn’t it?” Uruha said, snuggling against Kai.
Kai nuzzled him, just spreading the mud further. “It will be worth the water bill,” he said.
They stood up, disconnected the hose from one of the sprinklers and used that to wash the thicker layers of mud from each other before going inside, hand-in-hand and laughing, to take their showers.
It was only several hours later, after a few more bouts of lovemaking, that Kai finally remembered he needed to go outside and move that sprinkler. Fortunately, by that point, the muck had dried.
* * *
Several months later, when it came time to shoot their tour final pamphlet, most of the band members picked their own concepts for their shoots - except Kai and Uruha, who decided they’d pick each other’s. Their manager just kind of shrugged. Everyone at PSC knew they were a couple, even though it was kept under tight wraps from the public.
After it was released, however, there were some eyebrow-raising questions. Where on earth did these concepts come from? Especially Kai’s? Why did Uruha think the fans wanted to see Kai covered in oily muck?
However, the questions subsided when they realized the fangirls didn’t exactly mind the pictures (which was an understatement). And so, the conversations turned to the next topic - how very nice Kai’s lawn always looked.
Of course, there was the curious matter of the muddy pit in the middle of the back yard, which always looked like people rolled around in it a lot . . .
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure PWP smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, frottage, erotic use of mud/oil
Pairing: Kai X Uruha
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Kai was only trying to make their new home look nice. How did he know he would end up covered in muck - and that it would be the hottest thing Uruha ever saw?
Comments: Like the Melt pamphlet WASN’T going to inspire porn. (Kai is covered in paint or just oil in the actual shoot, but I went with an oil/mud mix for story purposes).
The house wasn’t big. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t something you would expect a rock star couple to be living in. Heck, it had formerly belonged to a mechanic, the real estate agent told them - he used to work on his cars in the backyard.
But for Kai and Uruha, it was just what they needed. It was quiet and out of the way, giving them privacy. It had just enough room - a living room, kitchen and bedroom, plus space in the basement for them to turn into a music studio.
“You sure about this?” Kai asked Uruha before they signed the final papers to lease it. “I mean, it’s okay for what I want, but if you want something fancier . . .”
Uruha pressed his hand on Kai’s. “I was never more sure about anything,” he said. “What do we need a ton of space for? We’re busy all the time. We’re only home when we need to be. All I want is to get out of the apartment house and be with you.”
Which was the whole reason they were moving, wasn’t it? Both of them had grown weary of apartment life, of always having neighbors in close proximity - including some who didn’t appreciate them keeping rock star hours, and others who weren’t crazy about the idea of two men in a loving relationship.
They needed a house so they could have room to be, well, them. With a house, they’d still have neighbors, sure - but there would be at least a little space between them.
“All right, then.” Kai signed the paper with a flourish, then passed it to Uruha. “It’s ours, then.”
Once they were done, Uruha said, “We’re officially domestic now. This is new for me. I haven’t lived in a house since I was a kid.”
Kai smiled, looking down. “I haven’t lived in a house ever. My parents had an apartment, and then, after they split . . . my mother and I lived in a smaller apartment. So this is even newer to me than it is to you. But we’ll make it work, won’t we? I mean, how hard can it be? A house is just an apartment with a yard, right?”
* * *
As soon as they were settled in, Kai decided he was going to make the lawn his personal project.
“The guy who had this house before didn’t take very good care of it,” he told Uruha. “Look, there’s crabgrass and weeds everywhere.”
“What are you going to do about it?” This was something Uruha was gladly going to leave to his lover. Lawns were something he knew next to nothing about.
“Put in fresh sod and seed,” Kai said, proudly. “And then put sprinklers on it.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Uruha said.
“I looked it up online,” Kai said. “They had step-by-step directions. All I have to do is follow them and I’ll be fine.”
And he attacked his new project with gusto, ripping out the old lawn, front yard and back. Except there was a spot in the back yard where nothing seemed to want to grow - even the crabgrass.
“Huh, this must be where the guy worked on his cars,” Kai said, poking at the dirt with his shovel. “Oh, well. There’s plenty of other lawn.”
Aoi came over when Kai was engrossed in his project. He observed him for a few minutes, then went back in to where Uruha was hanging curtains in the living room.
“You need to get out there,” he said. “Your boyfriend looks like a porno.”
“Looks like WHAT?” Uruha swayed on his stepladder and looked, for a moment, like he was going to go tumbling off.
“Well, he’s out there with a shovel, digging in the dirt, and he’s covered with dirt and sweat. Looks like a handyman in a porno.” He walked over to the ladder and gave Uruha a wide grin. “Better get out there before some horny housewife gets hold of him.”
“He’s not doing anything related to porno,” Uruha said, fitting the curtain rod in place. “He’s decided the lawn is his personal project.”
“He picked a photogenic personal project, then,” Aoi said. “You’re going to have lines of people in front of your house with cameras.”
“We’d better not,” Uruha replied, coming down from the ladder. “Privacy is half the reason we got this place.”
“Not going to get much privacy with a hot guy looking like that in front of your house,” Aoi said.
Uruha quickly looked out the window. Did Aoi have a point? Were there people liked up looking at his boyfriend? No, no, there was only Kai, finishing his digging and starting to lay the sod, looking at Uruha with a wave and a smile.
But, damn, his bandmate was right about one thing. Uruha’s eyes ran over Kai, hot and sweaty and dirty, thinking he had never, ever looked that hot. Good Lord, what was it with the combination of Kai and dirt? Maybe it was because he was usually the cute one, immaculately clean whenever they were before the cameras, managing to somehow look pure when they were in the middle of a live and he was damp with exertion . . .
Oh, yes, there was the leader in the role of a handyman. And it was erotic as hell. Suddenly, Uruha found himself in a position he shouldn’t be in, not with a friend there - the position of being turned on as hell.
“Uruha?” Aoi said. “Uruha! Hey, earth to Uruha!”
Uruha’s eyes were still on his lover, imagining him covered in that dirt, head to toe, pushing Uruha down on the ground, holding him there . . .
“Okay, I’m going, since you’re obviously in orbit somewhere,” Aoi said. “I need to meet up with Kazuki, anyway.” He patted Uruha’s arm. “Remember, don’t let any horny housewives steal your man!”
Uruha was still watching Kai when his friend left. Oh, there was no risk of that. At all. Kai was all his, and he suddenly felt very, very glad of that.
* * *
Kai stepped back, taking a deep breath. It was done. Everything was sodded and seeded. All he had to do now was turn on the sprinklers. He felt a real sense of accomplishment - something different than he’d ever felt on stage, even at Budokan or Tokyo Dome.
It was the feeling of shaping something with his own hands, of creation, of having something that was entirely his.
No wonder people were so eager to live in homes. Apartment living was passive. This was hands-on.
He stripped off his shirt, dropping it on the ground - he was hot, all right, but it was a good kind of hot. He turned the faucet, watching sprays of water douse his work, feeding the new seed, bringing it to life. . . .
Except he’d misplaced one of the sprinklers. It wasn’t dousing the seeds. It was just pouring onto the barren plain where the car repairs had taken place. “Damn,” Kai said, turning the dial, trying to shut it off . . .
And only turning the water on higher. The barren plain was now a sea of oily muck. He twisted the dial in the other direction, rapidly. Okay, that worked.
Now, he just had to get over to the pesky sprinkler and move it. He began crossing the sea of muck . . .
* * *
Uruha stepped out of the shower, sighing in contentment. Well, that helped calm the raging hormones - at least a little.
He lightly towel-dried his hair and reached for his clothes. He’d blow-dry himself later. He’d go ask Kai if he wanted to get takeout tonight, or . . .
He paused. What was that noise outside? It was a like a loud splat - accompanied by a lot of swearing. The hell? Kai didn’t normally curse like that. He was going to have to go investigate this.
Still mostly wet - especially his hair - and wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, he headed downstairs.
* * *
Kai was floundering around in oily muck.
He’d just wanted to get to the sprinkler. Unfortunately, that meant crossing the sea of mud - which promptly gave way beneath his feet, sending him slipping, sliding and, ultimately, falling.
He was covered in the stuff. It was slicker than normal mud. It was cool against his heated skin from the water. It . . .
It felt strangely nice. He couldn’t figure out why, but there was something, well, almost sensual about the texture of this stuf. It didn’t feel like dirt. It almost felt like something that would be used in a spa, for a massage, and . . .
And his brain had been baking in the sun too long. Time to get out of this mud pit. He tried to scramble to his feet, only to slip and fall again - and let loose another torrent of words usually associated with Ruki.
Planting his hands firmly on the ground, he tried to push himself up - and beheld a heavenly vision.
There stood Uruha, plainly fresh from the shower, his hair still wet and hanging around his face. Heck, there was even some of the moisture still clinging to his body, making his clothes stick to him.
He looked like the box art of a porn video.
That was the last thing in the world he needed to see - his lover looking hotter than hell on fire. Bad enough that the strangely sensual texture of the muck had made him feel things one shouldn’t while stuck in a mud pit.
And all he could do was just stare at Uruha. But that’s okay - because Uruha was just staring at him, too.
* * *
Uruha couldn’t remember Kai ever looking so hot.
There he was, bare-chested, covered in oily muck, his hair hanging in his eyes. He looked, well, defiled. The normally sweet, polite, well-scrubbed leader wallowing in filth . . .
He knew he needed to help the other man up. But all he could do was stare. God, he wished he had a camera right now. The hell with a camera, he wished he had his hands all over Kai right now.
Mud and all? Oh, yes. That was the best part.
Kai was silently extending a hand to him. He wanted to be helped up, of course. Of course. Uruha took it, and clasped it, and they just kept staring at each other . . .
Uruha wasn’t sure if he toppled forward or Kai pulled him down or a combination of both. Bur suddenly, Uruha was falling, and Kai was catching him in his arms, the two of them ending up in the pit, Kai underneath, Uruha on top.
There was a moment where they just stared again, breathing heavily, and then Uruha lowered his head, the two men wrapping their arms around each other as they kissed - skipping the slow and sensual part and going straight for hot.
Their mouths moved against each other, tongues pushing forward to rub together, Uruha’s teeth lightly nipping at Kai’s lip, as if to establish possession - this deliciously dirty creature was his, all his.
Uruha pulled back long enough to strip his shirt off and dove right back in, kissing Kai fiercely, feeling his freshly-showered chest pressing against the other man’s dirty one. Clean and messy, what wonderful opposites.
As they began to writhe, he felt the mud rubbing off on his own skin, defiling him as well. No, it wasn’t just mud - it seemed to be made of an equal amount of oil.
Which, of course, made it all the more deliciously dirty.
Uruha pulled back, grabbing a handful of the stuff, and began to rub it over Kai’s chest. Now he could feel the sensual texture of the substance as he smoothed it over him with both hands, watching the beloved flesh become even dirtier, feeling the bumps of hardening nipples under his fingertips . . .
He paused there, rubbing the buds, feeling Kai arch up against him, erection pressing against Uruha’s thigh. Oh, that just made Uruha want to get this man naked, now . . .
Kai let out a small moan as Uruha unzipped his pants, yanking them and his underwear off in one swift motion. Now he had a half-dirty, half-clean Kai in front of him, the skin on his undefiled lower half gleaming in the sunlight.
“I’ll just have to take care of this, won’t I?” Uruha said, grabbing handfuls of the mud. He grasped Kai’s ankle in both hands and slid upward, slicking the mud over the surface, watching the flesh darken. He was making Kai a very dirty boy - literally. It was a delicious sight, especially the way the other man was starting to writhe in the mud, not caring that it was all over his body, his hair.
He seemed to glory in it.
When Uruha reached the upper part of the thigh, he pinched gently in a sensitive area, knowing that would make the other man arch and cry out. “Ohh, yes,” Kai groaned.
“You want more?” Uruha said, sliding his fingers upward until they were tantalizingly near the other man’s cock.
“Please,” Kai panted.
“Not yet,” Uruha said, filling his hands with mud again, moving down Kai’s other leg - and the groan of mixed sensuality and disappointment he heard was music to his ears. He took his time, sliding his hands from thigh to knee to calf, gently massaging the muscles as he went - letting his lover feel his fingers through the mud, making him want more.
When he reached Kai’s foot, Uruha stood up, stripping off his shorts, then getting down in the pit on his hands and knees, putting his ass and thighs on full display.
“Now,” he said, looking back over his shoulder with a heavy-lidded, sensual glance, “don’t you want to do that do me?”
Kai pulled himself up on his knees, dipping his hands in the muck, and lay his palms flat on Uruha’s ass. Oh, yes, it was glorious under any circumstances, but feeling those firm curves through the sheen of the mud as he caressed him was positively luscious.
He squeezed, moving his fingers slowly, savoring the slippery texture, the feeling of naughtiness, of doing something they were told was forbidden since they were children - playing in the mud.
Uruha moved back against him, purring, and he started a gentle massage, moving his hands downward, then up, thoroughly covering every part of that ass with the oily substance. When he squeezed, they both moaned, and when he let one slick finger slide up and down the cleft, he felt the other man shudder.
He paused to coat his hands again, and then moved downward, over those wonderful, gorgeous, worshipful thighs.
Here he was, dirtying the things that untold numbers of women and men drooled over, marking them as his own. There was the familiar smooth skin, the shape like that of a marble statue, the hard muscle underneath . . .
All made that much more sensual by the cool glide of the muck over the heated skin. Kai closed his eyes, just reveling on how it all felt, in pure erotic texture.
His thumbs pressed into the sensitive areas on the inside of Uruha’s thighs, gliding them upward, hearing the other man’s moan in response. Reaching upward, he let his fingers slip briefly against his balls.
“I know what you want,” he murmured to Uruha
“Tell me,” Uruha replied.
“You want to feel this on your cock, don’t you?”
“You want to feel it on your cock, too,” Uruha groaned.
Oh, Kai had a lovely idea for how that was going to happen. He picked up two handfuls of the muck. One, he began to rub over Uruha’s cock, slicking it, making the other man moan loudly.
The way it felt to slide his fingers through the wonderfully filthy substance, spreading it over hot hardness. . . he was tempted to take him all the way to climax like this. But he resisted - what he had in mind was better.
With his other hand, he quickly slicked his own cock, moaning a little at the texture, then flipped over on his back, gladly lying in the muck. He reached up and pulled Uruha down on top of him.
Uruha got the message right away. He brought his lips to Kai’s, shifting his hips so their cocks were in alignment, rubbing up against each other.
“Oh, yes,” Uruha moaned as he started to move, grinding against Kai, feeling the mud act as lubrication, easing the friction, creating a sensual glide of hard against hard. And it was made all the sexier by the sense of the dirty, the nasty, the forbidden.
“Good,” Kai moaned as he started to move his hips, grinding along with his lover. “So good . . . “ And Uruha’s hair, despite having clumps of oily muck in it now, was still wet, still hanging around his face in unkempt strands, still made him look like some sort of erotic dream . . .
“So damn hot,” Uruha panted as he began to speed up, his hips pushing into his lover, grinding hard, cock rubbing against cock. “You’ve never looked this sexy.”
“Ooohh, yes,” Kai moaned, Uruha’s words were just spurring on the heat inside him even more, hips pumping harder, hands reaching for Uruha’s ass, squeezing it hard, wanting to hear a louder moan from his lover.
Uruha gave it to him, and moved against him faster, trying to keep his eyes open, to bask in the vision of a deliciously dirty Kai in the heat of passion, lips open and panting, muscular chest and arms tense under the coating of muck.
“Oh, so damn hot, you feel so good,” Kai moaned, moving faster now, grinding up against the other man, and Uruha ground back, their hips pumping hard now, cock sliding against cock over and over, their tips sending trickles of precome cutting through the mud and wiping it away.
“Kai,” Uruha gasped. “I’m close, I think I’m going to . . .”
“Come for me,” Kai panted. “Don’t hold back.”
Uruha thrust, and thrust again, and suddenly, he leaned back, crying out, white come pouring from him and mixing with the black mud. He leaned forward, panting . . . and took Kai’s cock in his hand, stroking it rapidly, pushing his lover toward climax as well.
Kai arched forward, shouting Uruha’s name, his come pouring over Uruha’s fingers, washing away the muck there.
Uruha leaned down, and they kissed, Kai reaching up to pull him closer. They snuggled together, not caring they were still in mud . . .
Until Uruha raised his head, and said, “The neighbors aren’t home, I hope.”
Kai’s eyes suddenly shot wide. Uh-oh. He hadn’t even thought of that. Oh, the irony - they’d moved to a house to get away from neighbors, and here they were, worrying about neighbors. “Um . . . well, we have high hedges . . .” And thank the J-rock gods for that.
Uruha shrugged. “Well, we have that. And if they heard us? Let them wonder.” He kissed Kai’s mud-covered nose. “We could always say we were out and that it was another couple.”
Kai didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d yelled his lover’s name, and he doubted there were very many other guys on this block called “Uruha.” Unless, of course, they were living in some sort of visual kei colony. Which he doubted.
“You know this means I’m going to have to take another shower, doesn’t it?” Uruha said, snuggling against Kai.
Kai nuzzled him, just spreading the mud further. “It will be worth the water bill,” he said.
They stood up, disconnected the hose from one of the sprinklers and used that to wash the thicker layers of mud from each other before going inside, hand-in-hand and laughing, to take their showers.
It was only several hours later, after a few more bouts of lovemaking, that Kai finally remembered he needed to go outside and move that sprinkler. Fortunately, by that point, the muck had dried.
* * *
Several months later, when it came time to shoot their tour final pamphlet, most of the band members picked their own concepts for their shoots - except Kai and Uruha, who decided they’d pick each other’s. Their manager just kind of shrugged. Everyone at PSC knew they were a couple, even though it was kept under tight wraps from the public.
After it was released, however, there were some eyebrow-raising questions. Where on earth did these concepts come from? Especially Kai’s? Why did Uruha think the fans wanted to see Kai covered in oily muck?
However, the questions subsided when they realized the fangirls didn’t exactly mind the pictures (which was an understatement). And so, the conversations turned to the next topic - how very nice Kai’s lawn always looked.
Of course, there was the curious matter of the muddy pit in the middle of the back yard, which always looked like people rolled around in it a lot . . .