An Café - Teruki x Kanon x Miku - Taking Comfort - 1/1
Title: Taking Comfort
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Smut/slight Angst
Band: アンティック珈琲店 (An Café)
Pairings: Teruki x Kanon x Miku
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex between three people; basically, this is porn.
Summary: Sex can be a comfort tool...
Notes: Okay, I realize that Bou leaving is a touchy subject. Still, I couldn't ignore this idea when it came to me. I understand some people will be upset by the idea of the other three having sex in light of their difficult time ahead without Bou, so if that's you, please, don't even bother reading. I don't have the time or energy to deal with flames from people who were warned and should have just stayed away. To everyone else, I hope you like the sex. :)
Taking Comfort
It wasn’t raining very hard outside-certainly not to the point where someone would get drenched walking out into it. Miku couldn’t even hear it on the roof or on the sidewalk as he sat in front of an open window in Teruki and Kanon’s apartment. He was sitting on a comfortable window seat that he often sat on when he came to visit, only he was usually in a much better mood when he was there. Teruki had gone to get some dinner, and he hadn’t yet seen Kanon…
A chilly breeze suddenly blew through the window, and he shivered, pulling the sleeves of his sweatshirt down so that they covered his hands. His knees were drawn up to his chest, and he used them to subdue an itch in his nose, then just rested his cheek against them, gazing out the window, trying not to cry.
It was difficult to think of Bou leaving a band that they couldn’t have formed without him. At least, that’s what Miku thought. After all, each one of them worked hard and played a part in making An Café what they were, so if Bou wasn’t there… He felt a horrible mixture of emotions, the sum of which became utter depression. He was angry because Bou was hurting everything they ever wanted. He was sad because he liked Bou and he didn’t want him to leave. He was frustrated for getting angry because that was selfish. He was scared because he didn’t know what would happen to the band next. He let out a sigh and shut his eyes, squeezing tears out of them unintentionally.
The sound of the front door opening met his ears, but he stayed quiet and seated. The window seat he was occupying was in Teruki’s room, so he could remain unseen. He hurriedly rubbed his eyes against his knees, and then resumed looking outside. The door to the bedroom was cracked open, and he heard it creak as it was pushed open all the way. “Hey, I just-“
Kanon’s voice stopped, and after a long pause in which Miku didn’t even say anything, he said, “What are you doing here?”
Miku shrugged, still staring outside. A shock of lightning illuminated everything, and he could see that the rain was starting to pick up. “Nothing.”
“Are you here to see Teruki?” Kanon kept his voice level, but Miku knew the emotion that was hiding behind it.
He turned his head to look at his friend, a soft smile playing on his face. “Jealous?”
Kanon’s cheeks turned a little pink, and he came over to sit on the corner of the bed that was near to Miku. “Usually you visit to see me…”
Miku sighed and leaned his head against the window, shivering when the cold air from outside tickled his neck. “Well, I actually came to see both of you. Teruki was the only one here, and when I asked if I could stay the night he said it was okay. He left to get dinner.”
Kanon smiled slightly. “But why did you ask? You know you’re always welcome here, Miku-kun.”
To prove his point he reached for Miku’s hand and gave it a squeeze, but didn’t let go. Miku nodded and looked back out the window, determined not to make eye-contact with Kanon, in case he should cry. “I know that, but these are different circumstances. I didn’t come to have fun or sex.” He imagined Kanon blushed again. “I came so that I wouldn’t be all alone in my apartment. I came because I feel depressed and hopeless, and I didn’t know what else to do.” He swallowed, feeling embarrassment creep through every inch of his body.
He heard Kanon get up off of the bed, and then he was being pressed against the window as he squeezed onto the window seat. It was a good thing they were both so thin, Miku thought. He turned to look at the bassist, and saw that it was Kanon who was fighting the urge to cry; tears were sparkling in his eyes, and he looked solemn as he said, “Miku, we’re all upset right now. You shouldn’t assume that we wouldn’t want you here because you’re not your same, bouncy self.” He paused to chuckle. “In fact, you wouldn’t believe all the stupid things Teruki and I have been arguing about because we’ve both been in bad moods, too. I made ramen for dinner last night, and when I asked him if he wanted any he completely flipped out and said, ‘Bou always made ramen for me, so what makes you think I want that!?’ I just yelled back that he had to forget Bou, and he said he never could, and soon my ramen was burnt and he was slamming the door as he left.”
Miku swallowed, feeling foolish all of a sudden for thinking Bou’s departure was only impacting him. Anyway, he knew Teruki and Bou were very close… “I’m sorry,” he said.
At that, Kanon chuckled once more. He found Miku’s hand again, and intertwined their fingers. “Don’t be, Miku-kun.”
Then they were quiet. Miku leaned his head against Kanon’s shoulder, and they just sat there for a little while. The rain outside could now be heard pounding on the roof, and with a shift in the wind, Miku suddenly let out a startled yelp because it began coming through the window. He pushed against Kanon, who yelled in surprise when he fell off the window seat. Then Miku fell on top of him, so they were in an undignified heap on the floor. This caused them both to laugh, though, which made Miku very happy because they hadn’t been laughing lately. “Sorry, Kanon-kun,” he chuckled.
Kanon smiled at him. They were in a very compromising position, so it was no surprise to Miku to feel Kanon’s hand stroke his cheek, sliding back to rest in his hair. He took the hint and bent down so their lips could connect, a contented sigh leaving his nostrils as they did. He realized it was really the simple things in life that needed to be most treasured, since they were often what kept him going in times of turmoil. He kissed Kanon as though he, too, could announce his departure from the band at any minute. He ran his tongue over the stud in Kanon’s lip, getting the same results as he always did when Kanon opened his mouth. Their tongues wrestled together, and fought for dominance. Miku always liked to argue that he really wasn’t an uke, but no matter how hard he tried to take control, Kanon always won in the end.
In fact, Kanon started to sit up then, forcing Miku onto his knees. Then they were both standing, and a few seconds later, Kanon was pushing Miku backward onto the bed. Miku realized that he didn’t really want to pretend to fight for the seme position because he just wanted Kanon to love on him, so he gave in and allowed Kanon to crawl on top of him. Of course, it would figure that Kanon stopped ravishing him just then so he could eye him, worry etched into his brow. “Won’t Teruki be upset that we’re doing this on his bed?”
“Nah, and we’ll be done before he gets back so he won’t even have to know,” Miku shrugged, hooking his arm around Kanon’s neck, and pulling him back down. “We’re already here, and I’m giving myself up willingly, Kanon-kun…”
For a moment Kanon’s sensible side seemed to fight with the side that just wanted to have his way with Miku. The second one gave in when he smiled and bent down to resume their kiss. He brought his hands down Miku’s sweatshirt-clad front, pausing at the hem of his pants. One hand slid back up his chest, reaching his cheek again and running fondly through his hair. The other took a moment to undo the button and zip of Miku’s pants. Miku hummed and tilted his head back, allowing Kanon to suckle on his neck. “Already, Kanon-kun? We just started!”
Kanon didn’t say anything, but he answered Miku’s question by sliding his hand into his pants so he could massage Miku through his underwear. Miku swallowed and closed his eyes, bringing a hand up to play with Kanon’s dark locks. Kanon continued giving his neck delicious attention while his hand teased… But after a few seconds Miku suddenly felt Kanon’s warm fingers on his flesh, and he let out a soft moan, arching his back to the touch.
Kanon pulled his hand away, and fiddled with Miku’s sweatshirt. He made quite a show out of trying to pull it over Miku’s head; the both of them laughed when it got stuck and Miku had to slap Kanon’s hands away to get it off himself. Kanon removed his own jacket, and then went after Miku’s tee shirt. Finally Miku got Kanon’s shirt off as well, and they resumed kissing, this time their bare chests touching. Kanon pushed Miku back against the bedspread, his hand once again heading to Miku’s pants, where his hardening member was sticking out. He gripped it, and firmly moved his hand up and down over the needy flesh. Miku brought his hand to his mouth, biting down on it to keep himself from being loud; he still couldn’t help the moan that came out when Kanon’s thumb flicked over his tip, though.
Kanon’s mouth traversed over his neck, swiping teasingly at the hickey he’d just left there. He went lower, pausing at a nipple, and biting down gently on it. His other hand toyed with the other one, and Miku moaned again, arching his back, wordlessly begging Kanon to inflict more pleasure on him.
Just then, someone appeared in the open doorway. Miku didn’t see him, but Kanon saw out of the corner of his eye, and looked over, a deer-in-the-headlights look frozen onto his face. Miku opened his eyes when he realized Kanon’s hand had stopped moving, and he looked at him curiously for just a second before turning his head to see Teruki, of course. He offered a cute smile, well aware that there were love bites on his neck, his cheeks were flushed, and Kanon’s hand was down his pants. “Oh, hi, Teruki-chan!”
Teruki didn’t look upset, but he didn’t look amused either. “What are you guys doing?” He asked bluntly.
Kanon turned bright red and said quietly, “You’re not really going to make me say are you?”
“I will,” Miku said, something akin to pride in his voice. “Kanon and I were just about to have sex.”
Kanon groaned and finally pulled his hand from Miku’s pants, looking slightly annoyed, but clearly still infatuated with Miku. Teruki gave them a nod, and looked thoughtful for a moment before coming into the room, and shutting the door behind him. “So why are you on my bed?”
If it was possible, Kanon turned even more red, while Miku exclaimed jovially, “You have the bigger bed, that’s why!” In fact, neither bed in the apartment was really bigger.
Teruki nodded, and came over to the bed, sitting down beside them. “Well, since you’re on my bed…”
Miku let out a great gasp of shock when Teruki leaned over and kissed Kanon on the mouth. Kanon looked shocked, too, but didn’t even have a chance to pull away. Teruki grabbed his shoulders so that he couldn’t, and kissed him with a fierceness Miku didn’t know he possessed. The vocalist sat up with some difficulty, since Kanon was still sitting on his legs. “Hey!” He burst. “Hey, I’m talking to you, Teruki!”
Teruki pulled away from Kanon, but whatever Miku began to say next got cut off when he chose to kiss him then. Miku let out a startled sound into the kiss, but allowed Teruki to kiss him; he even kissed back. After that, Teruki looked between the two of them, almost as though daring them to ask him what he was on about. Kanon was looking seriously confused, but Miku shrugged and said, “Sex is the ideal comfort tool, right?”
“Oh, Miku,” Kanon groaned, rubbing his forehead.
Teruki smiled, seemingly glad Miku understood. Miku leaned forward and again kissed Teruki. This time Teruki pushed him back against the mattress as he kissed him. He broke away after a moment, but only so he could look at Kanon and say, “Are you going to give him a blow job or what?”
Kanon nodded, finally snapping out of shock at the turn of events. He took a moment to get Miku’s pants and underwear off, and then bent his head and took him into his mouth. Miku’s moan was muffled by Teruki’s mouth, but he was still able to jerk his hips. Kanon set a hand firmly on them, and set to work at moving his head up and down, his tongue swirling around tip occasionally, just to tease Miku.
Miku was certainly being teased, and it only got worse as Teruki pulled away from his mouth to give generous attention to each of his nipples. Miku dug a hand into the drummer’s hair to give himself an anchor; he was gasping by now. Teruki sucked on one nipple before going to the next one and doing the same; he kissed a trail to Miku’s navel and poked his tongue inside, something that would have caused Miku to buck his hips if Kanon hadn’t been holding them down.
Teruki pulled away, and grabbed Kanon’s shoulder, so that he sat up as well. Miku opened his eyes to find the two of them kissing above him, and he sat up so he could get in on the action. The sloppy three-way kiss made them all laugh, though, and Miku said breathlessly, “Oh good, I thought you were grumpy tonight because you hadn’t laughed yet.”
He was obviously talking to Teruki, who gave him a smile and said, “Maybe I’m still grumpy. How would you make me less grumpy, Miku-chan?”
Miku grinned and sat up. “Well, first get naked.”
That caused Teruki to laugh again, but he did as Miku said. Kanon sat off to the side, looking slightly jealous. Miku didn’t notice this at first, though, and he directed Teruki next to lie on his back. Teruki did that as well, and then Miku sat on his legs, his knees on either side of the other man. “This always cheers up Kanon-kun,” he said with a devilish smile before he bent his head.
Teruki hummed, but otherwise made no other sound. He wasn’t aroused yet, but Miku set to fixing that, moving his hand and mouth synchronically over him. He paused after a moment so he could look over his shoulder at Kanon. “Are you going to help me here?”
Kanon shrugged, but didn’t move from his spot. Teruki propped himself up on his elbows and said, “I should have guessed you guys had a relationship. Well…I think I kind of knew because I really wasn’t surprised to find you in such a compromising position when I walked in here. Anyway, I don’t think Kanon is fond of you using your mouth on me, Miku-kun.”
Miku looked slightly shocked, but definitely flattered as he looked at Kanon. Kanon sighed and said, “Well, not to be a jerk or something, but…Miku’s mouth is mine.”
Teruki and Miku both laughed, and then Teruki spoke again. “Okay, Miku, better tend to poor Kanon’s needs.”
Kanon blushed, but said, “Damn right he better.”
The other two laughed again, and Miku got off of Teruki. “Well, first get naked!”
More laughter. There was a warm feeling bubbling up in Miku to replace the growing dread and depression that had been there before. He watched as Kanon stripped down, and then laid himself across the covers in Teruki’s place; the drummer had sat up and moved out of the way. First Miku gave Kanon a gentle kiss on the lips. He moved to his ear and whispered, “You’re sweet, Kanon-kun.”
Kanon said nothing, but looked slightly pleased with himself when Miku gave him a smile and then bent over him to tend to business. Teruki watched, slightly fascinated to see his band mates interacting the way they were. They had obviously been doing this for awhile; they both seemed to know each other well enough. Kanon’s eyes slipped shut rather quickly, and he took to chewing on his lip stud to keep from making any noise. One of his hands was holding tightly to Miku’s hand, while the other absently swam through his hair. Miku used his free hand to stimulate Kanon’s shaft while his tongue laved over the crown. After a little while he took him into his mouth, and the way his cheeks caved in told Teruki he was sucking. Kanon’s next breath was a sort of gasping sound, and his hips arched ever so slightly.
Teruki was getting the results he wanted as he stroked himself, feeling more and more turned on by the sight before him. It wasn’t long before he had brought himself to full hardness, and he said breathlessly, “Okay, Miku, you can stop now.”
Miku pulled away, and wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, casting Teruki a grin. “Did you like that?”
Teruki didn’t say anything; he really didn’t have to. Instead he cleared his throat and gave Miku some instructions. “All right, you need to lie down. You should rest your head on the pillows, too.”
Kanon and Miku exchanged glances; they’d known Teruki could be extremely serious when the time came for him to be, but they’d never imagined him to take charge in a sexual situation like this one. “What are you going to do?” Kanon asked, looking politely incredulous.
“You’ll see,” Teruki said simply.
Miku was obviously excited, and grabbed Kanon’s hand. “This is fun, isn’t it?”
Kanon nodded, and made himself comfortable next to Miku. They still held hands, and watched as Teruki rummaged in the night stand. “This is going to get messy,” he murmured thoughtfully, though they weren’t really sure if he was talking to them or himself. After a moment he was shutting the drawer and setting some stuff on the duvet. They saw a box of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. “Why do you have lube!?” Miku bellowed.
Teruki smiled faintly. “You didn’t expect me to give it to Bou dry, did you?”
There was an awkward silence before Miku gasped loudly and said, “What!? You and Bou!?”
“Wasn’t it obvious?” Kanon mumbled.
“But-“
“Please, Miku-kun, now isn’t the time to talk about it,” said Teruki, suddenly looking a little morose. A new sense of determination seemed to come over him at the same time. His expression hardened, and he put some lube on his fingers before carefully prodding at Miku’s entrance.
Miku gasped and gripped Kanon’s hand more firmly. A sense of morbid fascination came over Kanon as he watched Teruki stretch Miku’s opening, the vocalist letting out little gasps of pleasure, his brow scrunched from the foreign intrusion. Teruki said softly, “I suppose he’s a good uke for you, isn’t he?”
“Miku isn’t my uke,” said Kanon stiffly, “he’s my lover.”
Teruki smiled, but said nothing more. He pulled his fingers away after a moment, and put on a condom. He spread lube over himself, and then moved closer to Miku, grabbing his hips. Miku opened his eyes, looking a little curious, but also excited. He looked over at Kanon. “Is this okay?”
Kanon looked torn, but he smiled and nodded. He bent over Miku to engage him in a kiss as Teruki drove into him. It was interesting, of course, to watch Miku having sex without being apart of it-like watching him in a porn video or something. Kanon only kissed him for awhile before he pulled away to watch, feeling overwhelmingly aroused by the site of his lover. He touched himself, but Teruki’s hand suddenly grabbed his arm. “See if he’ll…” he panted out, but that was all he said before he groaned, and gripped Miku harder.
Kanon understood, though, and he carefully situated himself so that his knees were on either side of Miku. Miku opened his eyes, feeling Kanon over him. “Miku-kun, can you…” Kanon wasn’t sure how to phrase his request.
Miku nodded, looking slightly dazed; his body was moving unwillingly against the mattress as Teruki pounded into him. He still managed to direct Kanon’s cock into his mouth, and he sloppily worked him over, moaning every now and then from Teruki’s movements inside of him.
Kanon was blatantly shocked when Teruki pulled away, and grabbed his arm again. It wasn’t easy to pull away from Miku. “Okay, Kanon, your turn to lie down.”
Kanon did as he was told, although he was very confused. He watched Teruki take off the condom and discard it on the nightstand. He put some more lube on his fingers, and then said, “Have you ever been uke before?”
Kanon shook his head, and hurriedly tried to sit up when he realized where this was going. “Wait, wait-“
“No, I want to see this!” Miku burst, sitting up and settling himself right next to Kanon since he had regained his breath.
Kanon nodded, apparently ready to do anything for Miku. Teruki smiled at that, and then screwed up his face in concentration as he pushed one finger past Kanon’s entrance. Kanon clearly looked surprised and uncomfortable at the feeling. Miku grabbed his hand, grinning like Christmas had come early. “I’m going to write about this in my journal!” He sniggered.
Kanon gave him a slightly annoyed glance, but said nothing. Teruki prodding around inside of him was a little distracting, and slightly pleasurable. When a second finger entered him he felt pain, and it was even worse when a third finger finally forced its way inside. What pleasure he felt was still only dull, and for a moment he was horrorstruck when he realized this was what he had been doing to Miku for months. But then Teruki shifted his fingers a bit until he found his prostate; he had forgotten about that, and when Teruki brushed against his he felt pleasure like he’d never known before. He gasped and arched violently, stars bursting before his eyes. He heard Miku, practically giggling, say, “Do it again, Teruki!”
Kanon was about to protest, but Teruki obliged Miku’s request, and the bassist let out a moan without even meaning to, again thrashing against the bedspread at the feeling. Teruki pulled his fingers out then, leaving Kanon panting, unsure about whether he was glad he’d pulled away, or disappointed because he wanted more of that. It seemed he was going to get more, though, because then he watched as Teruki put on a new condom and covered himself in lube. “This is going to hurt,” he warned gently, “but it’s better you’re prepared this way.”
Kanon didn’t understand what he meant, but he wasn’t going to argue. He wanted to feel that pleasure again, and he was well aware of Miku’s eyes shining on him; Miku was getting sexually excited watching him give himself to Teruki. It was probably also profound for him since he was used to Kanon being the seme.
“Ready?” Teruki butted into his thoughts, positioning himself.
Kanon could feel his tip at his entrance, and he shivered, but consented. Miku grabbed one of his hands, and gave it a squeeze, and then Teruki slowly buried himself inside him, and it really was painful. It was painful enough that Kanon cried out, and gripped Miku’s hand tightly. Teruki didn’t move for a moment, and Miku bent down to leave reassuring butterfly kisses over Kanon’s visage. “It gets better,” he promised.
Kanon could only nod, somewhat afraid to say anything. After another moment he felt Teruki slide out of him, and then back in. He did that a few more times, and the pain started to ebb away into that dull pleasure Kanon had been feeling before. He made eye-contact with Teruki, which seemed to tell the drummer he was ready for more. Teruki gripped his hips, adjusted his angle, and drove back in. A sheen of white light exploded before Kanon’s eyes, and he let out a moan. He understood why Miku always let him be seme; that feeling was amazing! “Again,” he chanced saying, his voice pleading and seductive to his own ears.
Teruki did as he was requested, and he repeated it a few more times, in fact. Kanon could hardly contain himself, and each time Teruki touched his sweet spot he gasped and writhed. Suddenly he felt lips against his, and opened his eyes to see Miku. The vocalist’s lips traveled down his neck, and he breathed, “It is so sexy to see you like this.”
Kanon realized that while one of Miku’s hands was holding tightly to his, the other one was tugging at his own weeping member, so aroused was he by the things going on in front of him. “Miku,” Kanon gasped out, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Teruki pulled out of him then, much to his disappointment. “Okay, you’re ready, he said, looking slightly overwhelmed. “We need to wrap this up soon. I can barely take it anymore.”
Kanon nodded. He felt the same, and his dick hurt so much that he wished Teruki had just had his way with him and taken him hard. “What do you have in mind anyway, Teruki-kun?”
Teruki smiled between the both of them, and then ordered Miku to lie on his back. He turned to Kanon. “Now take him.”
Kanon blinked a couple of times. “Take him? Just like that?”
Teruki nodded. Miku suddenly gasped. “Ohhh, I get it! Wow, Teruki, I didn’t know you were into such kinky stuff! Come on, Kanon, bring it!”
“What are you talking about?” Kanon asked, puzzlement painted across his face.
Miku sat up, and cupped the back of his neck. “Just take me,” he hissed before giving him a brief kiss.
Kanon couldn’t refuse that. He pressed Miku’s thighs to his chest, and accepted the lube from Teruki so he could lather himself with it before pushing inside his lover. Miku groaned his name, and threw his head back. He was always so beautiful to watch, and it was easy for Kanon to take him into his arms and start a rhythm going. He felt as though he’d waited an eternity to do what they were finally doing. Miku wrapped his legs around his waist so he was able to press even closer to him, giving him distracted kisses.
They had barely gotten started when he felt Teruki’s hand on the small of his back. “Are you ready, Kanon-kun?” He said softly.
Kanon understood then, and he was filled with nervous excitement. “S-sure,” he stammered, still distracted by the compliant body writhing beneath him.
“Then you need to stop moving for a moment.”
Kanon did as he was told, and Miku opened his eyes, trying to peer around Kanon’s shoulder so he could watch Teruki. Kanon couldn’t see, but he spread his legs a little so the drummer had better access, and in the next moment he felt himself being penetrated. It was somewhat less painful, but he wasn’t sure if it was because he’d already been properly prepared or because he was in a different position. Teruki pushed in further until he was in all the way, and then he wriggled a bit, pulled out, pushed back in- Kanon saw stars again. He groaned and his head dropped to the crook of Miku’s neck.
“Now let’s finish up,” Teruki gasped out.
He started thrusting erratically into Kanon, who didn’t even have to try to please Miku since Teruki’s violent movements behind him created an impact on Miku, too. He’d never felt so good in all his life; Miku was warm and tight around him, and coupling that with each time Teruki touched his prostate… He thought he was going to go into overload and die from the euphoria of it all.
Miku was the first to reach his limit, though; he was dealing with the force of two people, and as they drove him into the bedspread again and again, he managed to squeeze his hand between his and Kanon’s sweaty torsos so he could grab himself. He moaned and gasped, and a few seconds later managed to groan out Kanon’s name as he came hard. The very moment he tightened around Kanon, Teruki drove in and hit his sweet spot. Kanon had never cried Miku’s name so loudly, and he released, too.
He fell against the other, and they both panted, feeling their hearts pounding quickly together. Teruki wasn’t done yet, though, and Kanon found himself grunting and moaning again as he pounded into him. Soon he became aware of Miku making similar noises because Teruki was causing him to pound into Miku still. It took a few more minutes before Teruki breathed, “I’m almost there…!” He was going so fast by now that Kanon felt like a fool for being unable to stop making noises, but it still felt so good, even to his over sensitized body… Finally Teruki let out a wordless groan and collapsed on top of him.
For awhile the three were motionless. At last Teruki was the first to stir, and he pulled out of Kanon. Kanon left Miku, and rolled over beside him, letting out a deep breath. Miku was already looking sleepy, and turned onto his side so he could snuggle against Kanon. Kanon watched silently as Teruki made for the edge of the bed. “You guys can sleep in here tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He got up from the bed; although Miku was obviously tired, he sat up suddenly and grabbed Teruki’s wrist. “It’s your bed! You’re sleeping here, too. Now turn off the light, and get over here.”
Teruki considered him for a moment, and then smiled and walked the two steps to the light switch. Kanon and Miku pulled the duvet up, and Teruki crawled in next to Miku. Miku yawned and latched onto Kanon’s middle. “Okay, now put your arms around me, too, Teruki. I like to be the center of attention,” he said.
The other two laughed at that. Kanon had his arms securely around Miku, and in a moment he felt Teruki’s hand resting on his waist. They were quiet for awhile until Miku said sleepily, “I think we’ll be okay, guys. Maybe we can even do this sometimes…to remind us…”
Kanon guessed he had dropped off to sleep, but he waited a moment to be sure before he said quietly to Teruki, “I like you Teruki, but let’s not do this again unless it’s a special occasion. I’d rather have Miku to myself…”
He heard Teruki chuckle, and then the drummer said softly, “That’s fine, Kanon-kun. After all, I’m still in love with a certain…guitarist…”
He sounded distinctly sad, and Kanon wasn’t sure what to say next. He realized there was really nothing he could say. After all, Bou’s departure wasn’t just hard on Teruki, it was hard on all of them, and he was still trying to come up with things to tell himself to make it all better. He nuzzled Miku and said a silent prayer that the three of them would be able to find their way without their fourth presence.
OWARI
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Notes: 1) I really have no idea where all the guys live; I had Teruki and Kanon sharing a flat in this purely for plot purposes.
2) It would have been too awful to have Teruki say Bou's name at the climax, though the thought crossed my mind. T_T
3) That's really my first An Café fanfiction... It's too bad I didn't get the gumption to write any until Bou decided to leave, but I am hoping to write more in the future. Um...I hope you guys liked it in spite of its angst and lack of Bou. I enjoyed writing it. ^^V
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Smut/slight Angst
Band: アンティック珈琲店 (An Café)
Pairings: Teruki x Kanon x Miku
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex between three people; basically, this is porn.
Summary: Sex can be a comfort tool...
Notes: Okay, I realize that Bou leaving is a touchy subject. Still, I couldn't ignore this idea when it came to me. I understand some people will be upset by the idea of the other three having sex in light of their difficult time ahead without Bou, so if that's you, please, don't even bother reading. I don't have the time or energy to deal with flames from people who were warned and should have just stayed away. To everyone else, I hope you like the sex. :)
Taking Comfort
It wasn’t raining very hard outside-certainly not to the point where someone would get drenched walking out into it. Miku couldn’t even hear it on the roof or on the sidewalk as he sat in front of an open window in Teruki and Kanon’s apartment. He was sitting on a comfortable window seat that he often sat on when he came to visit, only he was usually in a much better mood when he was there. Teruki had gone to get some dinner, and he hadn’t yet seen Kanon…
A chilly breeze suddenly blew through the window, and he shivered, pulling the sleeves of his sweatshirt down so that they covered his hands. His knees were drawn up to his chest, and he used them to subdue an itch in his nose, then just rested his cheek against them, gazing out the window, trying not to cry.
It was difficult to think of Bou leaving a band that they couldn’t have formed without him. At least, that’s what Miku thought. After all, each one of them worked hard and played a part in making An Café what they were, so if Bou wasn’t there… He felt a horrible mixture of emotions, the sum of which became utter depression. He was angry because Bou was hurting everything they ever wanted. He was sad because he liked Bou and he didn’t want him to leave. He was frustrated for getting angry because that was selfish. He was scared because he didn’t know what would happen to the band next. He let out a sigh and shut his eyes, squeezing tears out of them unintentionally.
The sound of the front door opening met his ears, but he stayed quiet and seated. The window seat he was occupying was in Teruki’s room, so he could remain unseen. He hurriedly rubbed his eyes against his knees, and then resumed looking outside. The door to the bedroom was cracked open, and he heard it creak as it was pushed open all the way. “Hey, I just-“
Kanon’s voice stopped, and after a long pause in which Miku didn’t even say anything, he said, “What are you doing here?”
Miku shrugged, still staring outside. A shock of lightning illuminated everything, and he could see that the rain was starting to pick up. “Nothing.”
“Are you here to see Teruki?” Kanon kept his voice level, but Miku knew the emotion that was hiding behind it.
He turned his head to look at his friend, a soft smile playing on his face. “Jealous?”
Kanon’s cheeks turned a little pink, and he came over to sit on the corner of the bed that was near to Miku. “Usually you visit to see me…”
Miku sighed and leaned his head against the window, shivering when the cold air from outside tickled his neck. “Well, I actually came to see both of you. Teruki was the only one here, and when I asked if I could stay the night he said it was okay. He left to get dinner.”
Kanon smiled slightly. “But why did you ask? You know you’re always welcome here, Miku-kun.”
To prove his point he reached for Miku’s hand and gave it a squeeze, but didn’t let go. Miku nodded and looked back out the window, determined not to make eye-contact with Kanon, in case he should cry. “I know that, but these are different circumstances. I didn’t come to have fun or sex.” He imagined Kanon blushed again. “I came so that I wouldn’t be all alone in my apartment. I came because I feel depressed and hopeless, and I didn’t know what else to do.” He swallowed, feeling embarrassment creep through every inch of his body.
He heard Kanon get up off of the bed, and then he was being pressed against the window as he squeezed onto the window seat. It was a good thing they were both so thin, Miku thought. He turned to look at the bassist, and saw that it was Kanon who was fighting the urge to cry; tears were sparkling in his eyes, and he looked solemn as he said, “Miku, we’re all upset right now. You shouldn’t assume that we wouldn’t want you here because you’re not your same, bouncy self.” He paused to chuckle. “In fact, you wouldn’t believe all the stupid things Teruki and I have been arguing about because we’ve both been in bad moods, too. I made ramen for dinner last night, and when I asked him if he wanted any he completely flipped out and said, ‘Bou always made ramen for me, so what makes you think I want that!?’ I just yelled back that he had to forget Bou, and he said he never could, and soon my ramen was burnt and he was slamming the door as he left.”
Miku swallowed, feeling foolish all of a sudden for thinking Bou’s departure was only impacting him. Anyway, he knew Teruki and Bou were very close… “I’m sorry,” he said.
At that, Kanon chuckled once more. He found Miku’s hand again, and intertwined their fingers. “Don’t be, Miku-kun.”
Then they were quiet. Miku leaned his head against Kanon’s shoulder, and they just sat there for a little while. The rain outside could now be heard pounding on the roof, and with a shift in the wind, Miku suddenly let out a startled yelp because it began coming through the window. He pushed against Kanon, who yelled in surprise when he fell off the window seat. Then Miku fell on top of him, so they were in an undignified heap on the floor. This caused them both to laugh, though, which made Miku very happy because they hadn’t been laughing lately. “Sorry, Kanon-kun,” he chuckled.
Kanon smiled at him. They were in a very compromising position, so it was no surprise to Miku to feel Kanon’s hand stroke his cheek, sliding back to rest in his hair. He took the hint and bent down so their lips could connect, a contented sigh leaving his nostrils as they did. He realized it was really the simple things in life that needed to be most treasured, since they were often what kept him going in times of turmoil. He kissed Kanon as though he, too, could announce his departure from the band at any minute. He ran his tongue over the stud in Kanon’s lip, getting the same results as he always did when Kanon opened his mouth. Their tongues wrestled together, and fought for dominance. Miku always liked to argue that he really wasn’t an uke, but no matter how hard he tried to take control, Kanon always won in the end.
In fact, Kanon started to sit up then, forcing Miku onto his knees. Then they were both standing, and a few seconds later, Kanon was pushing Miku backward onto the bed. Miku realized that he didn’t really want to pretend to fight for the seme position because he just wanted Kanon to love on him, so he gave in and allowed Kanon to crawl on top of him. Of course, it would figure that Kanon stopped ravishing him just then so he could eye him, worry etched into his brow. “Won’t Teruki be upset that we’re doing this on his bed?”
“Nah, and we’ll be done before he gets back so he won’t even have to know,” Miku shrugged, hooking his arm around Kanon’s neck, and pulling him back down. “We’re already here, and I’m giving myself up willingly, Kanon-kun…”
For a moment Kanon’s sensible side seemed to fight with the side that just wanted to have his way with Miku. The second one gave in when he smiled and bent down to resume their kiss. He brought his hands down Miku’s sweatshirt-clad front, pausing at the hem of his pants. One hand slid back up his chest, reaching his cheek again and running fondly through his hair. The other took a moment to undo the button and zip of Miku’s pants. Miku hummed and tilted his head back, allowing Kanon to suckle on his neck. “Already, Kanon-kun? We just started!”
Kanon didn’t say anything, but he answered Miku’s question by sliding his hand into his pants so he could massage Miku through his underwear. Miku swallowed and closed his eyes, bringing a hand up to play with Kanon’s dark locks. Kanon continued giving his neck delicious attention while his hand teased… But after a few seconds Miku suddenly felt Kanon’s warm fingers on his flesh, and he let out a soft moan, arching his back to the touch.
Kanon pulled his hand away, and fiddled with Miku’s sweatshirt. He made quite a show out of trying to pull it over Miku’s head; the both of them laughed when it got stuck and Miku had to slap Kanon’s hands away to get it off himself. Kanon removed his own jacket, and then went after Miku’s tee shirt. Finally Miku got Kanon’s shirt off as well, and they resumed kissing, this time their bare chests touching. Kanon pushed Miku back against the bedspread, his hand once again heading to Miku’s pants, where his hardening member was sticking out. He gripped it, and firmly moved his hand up and down over the needy flesh. Miku brought his hand to his mouth, biting down on it to keep himself from being loud; he still couldn’t help the moan that came out when Kanon’s thumb flicked over his tip, though.
Kanon’s mouth traversed over his neck, swiping teasingly at the hickey he’d just left there. He went lower, pausing at a nipple, and biting down gently on it. His other hand toyed with the other one, and Miku moaned again, arching his back, wordlessly begging Kanon to inflict more pleasure on him.
Just then, someone appeared in the open doorway. Miku didn’t see him, but Kanon saw out of the corner of his eye, and looked over, a deer-in-the-headlights look frozen onto his face. Miku opened his eyes when he realized Kanon’s hand had stopped moving, and he looked at him curiously for just a second before turning his head to see Teruki, of course. He offered a cute smile, well aware that there were love bites on his neck, his cheeks were flushed, and Kanon’s hand was down his pants. “Oh, hi, Teruki-chan!”
Teruki didn’t look upset, but he didn’t look amused either. “What are you guys doing?” He asked bluntly.
Kanon turned bright red and said quietly, “You’re not really going to make me say are you?”
“I will,” Miku said, something akin to pride in his voice. “Kanon and I were just about to have sex.”
Kanon groaned and finally pulled his hand from Miku’s pants, looking slightly annoyed, but clearly still infatuated with Miku. Teruki gave them a nod, and looked thoughtful for a moment before coming into the room, and shutting the door behind him. “So why are you on my bed?”
If it was possible, Kanon turned even more red, while Miku exclaimed jovially, “You have the bigger bed, that’s why!” In fact, neither bed in the apartment was really bigger.
Teruki nodded, and came over to the bed, sitting down beside them. “Well, since you’re on my bed…”
Miku let out a great gasp of shock when Teruki leaned over and kissed Kanon on the mouth. Kanon looked shocked, too, but didn’t even have a chance to pull away. Teruki grabbed his shoulders so that he couldn’t, and kissed him with a fierceness Miku didn’t know he possessed. The vocalist sat up with some difficulty, since Kanon was still sitting on his legs. “Hey!” He burst. “Hey, I’m talking to you, Teruki!”
Teruki pulled away from Kanon, but whatever Miku began to say next got cut off when he chose to kiss him then. Miku let out a startled sound into the kiss, but allowed Teruki to kiss him; he even kissed back. After that, Teruki looked between the two of them, almost as though daring them to ask him what he was on about. Kanon was looking seriously confused, but Miku shrugged and said, “Sex is the ideal comfort tool, right?”
“Oh, Miku,” Kanon groaned, rubbing his forehead.
Teruki smiled, seemingly glad Miku understood. Miku leaned forward and again kissed Teruki. This time Teruki pushed him back against the mattress as he kissed him. He broke away after a moment, but only so he could look at Kanon and say, “Are you going to give him a blow job or what?”
Kanon nodded, finally snapping out of shock at the turn of events. He took a moment to get Miku’s pants and underwear off, and then bent his head and took him into his mouth. Miku’s moan was muffled by Teruki’s mouth, but he was still able to jerk his hips. Kanon set a hand firmly on them, and set to work at moving his head up and down, his tongue swirling around tip occasionally, just to tease Miku.
Miku was certainly being teased, and it only got worse as Teruki pulled away from his mouth to give generous attention to each of his nipples. Miku dug a hand into the drummer’s hair to give himself an anchor; he was gasping by now. Teruki sucked on one nipple before going to the next one and doing the same; he kissed a trail to Miku’s navel and poked his tongue inside, something that would have caused Miku to buck his hips if Kanon hadn’t been holding them down.
Teruki pulled away, and grabbed Kanon’s shoulder, so that he sat up as well. Miku opened his eyes to find the two of them kissing above him, and he sat up so he could get in on the action. The sloppy three-way kiss made them all laugh, though, and Miku said breathlessly, “Oh good, I thought you were grumpy tonight because you hadn’t laughed yet.”
He was obviously talking to Teruki, who gave him a smile and said, “Maybe I’m still grumpy. How would you make me less grumpy, Miku-chan?”
Miku grinned and sat up. “Well, first get naked.”
That caused Teruki to laugh again, but he did as Miku said. Kanon sat off to the side, looking slightly jealous. Miku didn’t notice this at first, though, and he directed Teruki next to lie on his back. Teruki did that as well, and then Miku sat on his legs, his knees on either side of the other man. “This always cheers up Kanon-kun,” he said with a devilish smile before he bent his head.
Teruki hummed, but otherwise made no other sound. He wasn’t aroused yet, but Miku set to fixing that, moving his hand and mouth synchronically over him. He paused after a moment so he could look over his shoulder at Kanon. “Are you going to help me here?”
Kanon shrugged, but didn’t move from his spot. Teruki propped himself up on his elbows and said, “I should have guessed you guys had a relationship. Well…I think I kind of knew because I really wasn’t surprised to find you in such a compromising position when I walked in here. Anyway, I don’t think Kanon is fond of you using your mouth on me, Miku-kun.”
Miku looked slightly shocked, but definitely flattered as he looked at Kanon. Kanon sighed and said, “Well, not to be a jerk or something, but…Miku’s mouth is mine.”
Teruki and Miku both laughed, and then Teruki spoke again. “Okay, Miku, better tend to poor Kanon’s needs.”
Kanon blushed, but said, “Damn right he better.”
The other two laughed again, and Miku got off of Teruki. “Well, first get naked!”
More laughter. There was a warm feeling bubbling up in Miku to replace the growing dread and depression that had been there before. He watched as Kanon stripped down, and then laid himself across the covers in Teruki’s place; the drummer had sat up and moved out of the way. First Miku gave Kanon a gentle kiss on the lips. He moved to his ear and whispered, “You’re sweet, Kanon-kun.”
Kanon said nothing, but looked slightly pleased with himself when Miku gave him a smile and then bent over him to tend to business. Teruki watched, slightly fascinated to see his band mates interacting the way they were. They had obviously been doing this for awhile; they both seemed to know each other well enough. Kanon’s eyes slipped shut rather quickly, and he took to chewing on his lip stud to keep from making any noise. One of his hands was holding tightly to Miku’s hand, while the other absently swam through his hair. Miku used his free hand to stimulate Kanon’s shaft while his tongue laved over the crown. After a little while he took him into his mouth, and the way his cheeks caved in told Teruki he was sucking. Kanon’s next breath was a sort of gasping sound, and his hips arched ever so slightly.
Teruki was getting the results he wanted as he stroked himself, feeling more and more turned on by the sight before him. It wasn’t long before he had brought himself to full hardness, and he said breathlessly, “Okay, Miku, you can stop now.”
Miku pulled away, and wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, casting Teruki a grin. “Did you like that?”
Teruki didn’t say anything; he really didn’t have to. Instead he cleared his throat and gave Miku some instructions. “All right, you need to lie down. You should rest your head on the pillows, too.”
Kanon and Miku exchanged glances; they’d known Teruki could be extremely serious when the time came for him to be, but they’d never imagined him to take charge in a sexual situation like this one. “What are you going to do?” Kanon asked, looking politely incredulous.
“You’ll see,” Teruki said simply.
Miku was obviously excited, and grabbed Kanon’s hand. “This is fun, isn’t it?”
Kanon nodded, and made himself comfortable next to Miku. They still held hands, and watched as Teruki rummaged in the night stand. “This is going to get messy,” he murmured thoughtfully, though they weren’t really sure if he was talking to them or himself. After a moment he was shutting the drawer and setting some stuff on the duvet. They saw a box of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. “Why do you have lube!?” Miku bellowed.
Teruki smiled faintly. “You didn’t expect me to give it to Bou dry, did you?”
There was an awkward silence before Miku gasped loudly and said, “What!? You and Bou!?”
“Wasn’t it obvious?” Kanon mumbled.
“But-“
“Please, Miku-kun, now isn’t the time to talk about it,” said Teruki, suddenly looking a little morose. A new sense of determination seemed to come over him at the same time. His expression hardened, and he put some lube on his fingers before carefully prodding at Miku’s entrance.
Miku gasped and gripped Kanon’s hand more firmly. A sense of morbid fascination came over Kanon as he watched Teruki stretch Miku’s opening, the vocalist letting out little gasps of pleasure, his brow scrunched from the foreign intrusion. Teruki said softly, “I suppose he’s a good uke for you, isn’t he?”
“Miku isn’t my uke,” said Kanon stiffly, “he’s my lover.”
Teruki smiled, but said nothing more. He pulled his fingers away after a moment, and put on a condom. He spread lube over himself, and then moved closer to Miku, grabbing his hips. Miku opened his eyes, looking a little curious, but also excited. He looked over at Kanon. “Is this okay?”
Kanon looked torn, but he smiled and nodded. He bent over Miku to engage him in a kiss as Teruki drove into him. It was interesting, of course, to watch Miku having sex without being apart of it-like watching him in a porn video or something. Kanon only kissed him for awhile before he pulled away to watch, feeling overwhelmingly aroused by the site of his lover. He touched himself, but Teruki’s hand suddenly grabbed his arm. “See if he’ll…” he panted out, but that was all he said before he groaned, and gripped Miku harder.
Kanon understood, though, and he carefully situated himself so that his knees were on either side of Miku. Miku opened his eyes, feeling Kanon over him. “Miku-kun, can you…” Kanon wasn’t sure how to phrase his request.
Miku nodded, looking slightly dazed; his body was moving unwillingly against the mattress as Teruki pounded into him. He still managed to direct Kanon’s cock into his mouth, and he sloppily worked him over, moaning every now and then from Teruki’s movements inside of him.
Kanon was blatantly shocked when Teruki pulled away, and grabbed his arm again. It wasn’t easy to pull away from Miku. “Okay, Kanon, your turn to lie down.”
Kanon did as he was told, although he was very confused. He watched Teruki take off the condom and discard it on the nightstand. He put some more lube on his fingers, and then said, “Have you ever been uke before?”
Kanon shook his head, and hurriedly tried to sit up when he realized where this was going. “Wait, wait-“
“No, I want to see this!” Miku burst, sitting up and settling himself right next to Kanon since he had regained his breath.
Kanon nodded, apparently ready to do anything for Miku. Teruki smiled at that, and then screwed up his face in concentration as he pushed one finger past Kanon’s entrance. Kanon clearly looked surprised and uncomfortable at the feeling. Miku grabbed his hand, grinning like Christmas had come early. “I’m going to write about this in my journal!” He sniggered.
Kanon gave him a slightly annoyed glance, but said nothing. Teruki prodding around inside of him was a little distracting, and slightly pleasurable. When a second finger entered him he felt pain, and it was even worse when a third finger finally forced its way inside. What pleasure he felt was still only dull, and for a moment he was horrorstruck when he realized this was what he had been doing to Miku for months. But then Teruki shifted his fingers a bit until he found his prostate; he had forgotten about that, and when Teruki brushed against his he felt pleasure like he’d never known before. He gasped and arched violently, stars bursting before his eyes. He heard Miku, practically giggling, say, “Do it again, Teruki!”
Kanon was about to protest, but Teruki obliged Miku’s request, and the bassist let out a moan without even meaning to, again thrashing against the bedspread at the feeling. Teruki pulled his fingers out then, leaving Kanon panting, unsure about whether he was glad he’d pulled away, or disappointed because he wanted more of that. It seemed he was going to get more, though, because then he watched as Teruki put on a new condom and covered himself in lube. “This is going to hurt,” he warned gently, “but it’s better you’re prepared this way.”
Kanon didn’t understand what he meant, but he wasn’t going to argue. He wanted to feel that pleasure again, and he was well aware of Miku’s eyes shining on him; Miku was getting sexually excited watching him give himself to Teruki. It was probably also profound for him since he was used to Kanon being the seme.
“Ready?” Teruki butted into his thoughts, positioning himself.
Kanon could feel his tip at his entrance, and he shivered, but consented. Miku grabbed one of his hands, and gave it a squeeze, and then Teruki slowly buried himself inside him, and it really was painful. It was painful enough that Kanon cried out, and gripped Miku’s hand tightly. Teruki didn’t move for a moment, and Miku bent down to leave reassuring butterfly kisses over Kanon’s visage. “It gets better,” he promised.
Kanon could only nod, somewhat afraid to say anything. After another moment he felt Teruki slide out of him, and then back in. He did that a few more times, and the pain started to ebb away into that dull pleasure Kanon had been feeling before. He made eye-contact with Teruki, which seemed to tell the drummer he was ready for more. Teruki gripped his hips, adjusted his angle, and drove back in. A sheen of white light exploded before Kanon’s eyes, and he let out a moan. He understood why Miku always let him be seme; that feeling was amazing! “Again,” he chanced saying, his voice pleading and seductive to his own ears.
Teruki did as he was requested, and he repeated it a few more times, in fact. Kanon could hardly contain himself, and each time Teruki touched his sweet spot he gasped and writhed. Suddenly he felt lips against his, and opened his eyes to see Miku. The vocalist’s lips traveled down his neck, and he breathed, “It is so sexy to see you like this.”
Kanon realized that while one of Miku’s hands was holding tightly to his, the other one was tugging at his own weeping member, so aroused was he by the things going on in front of him. “Miku,” Kanon gasped out, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Teruki pulled out of him then, much to his disappointment. “Okay, you’re ready, he said, looking slightly overwhelmed. “We need to wrap this up soon. I can barely take it anymore.”
Kanon nodded. He felt the same, and his dick hurt so much that he wished Teruki had just had his way with him and taken him hard. “What do you have in mind anyway, Teruki-kun?”
Teruki smiled between the both of them, and then ordered Miku to lie on his back. He turned to Kanon. “Now take him.”
Kanon blinked a couple of times. “Take him? Just like that?”
Teruki nodded. Miku suddenly gasped. “Ohhh, I get it! Wow, Teruki, I didn’t know you were into such kinky stuff! Come on, Kanon, bring it!”
“What are you talking about?” Kanon asked, puzzlement painted across his face.
Miku sat up, and cupped the back of his neck. “Just take me,” he hissed before giving him a brief kiss.
Kanon couldn’t refuse that. He pressed Miku’s thighs to his chest, and accepted the lube from Teruki so he could lather himself with it before pushing inside his lover. Miku groaned his name, and threw his head back. He was always so beautiful to watch, and it was easy for Kanon to take him into his arms and start a rhythm going. He felt as though he’d waited an eternity to do what they were finally doing. Miku wrapped his legs around his waist so he was able to press even closer to him, giving him distracted kisses.
They had barely gotten started when he felt Teruki’s hand on the small of his back. “Are you ready, Kanon-kun?” He said softly.
Kanon understood then, and he was filled with nervous excitement. “S-sure,” he stammered, still distracted by the compliant body writhing beneath him.
“Then you need to stop moving for a moment.”
Kanon did as he was told, and Miku opened his eyes, trying to peer around Kanon’s shoulder so he could watch Teruki. Kanon couldn’t see, but he spread his legs a little so the drummer had better access, and in the next moment he felt himself being penetrated. It was somewhat less painful, but he wasn’t sure if it was because he’d already been properly prepared or because he was in a different position. Teruki pushed in further until he was in all the way, and then he wriggled a bit, pulled out, pushed back in- Kanon saw stars again. He groaned and his head dropped to the crook of Miku’s neck.
“Now let’s finish up,” Teruki gasped out.
He started thrusting erratically into Kanon, who didn’t even have to try to please Miku since Teruki’s violent movements behind him created an impact on Miku, too. He’d never felt so good in all his life; Miku was warm and tight around him, and coupling that with each time Teruki touched his prostate… He thought he was going to go into overload and die from the euphoria of it all.
Miku was the first to reach his limit, though; he was dealing with the force of two people, and as they drove him into the bedspread again and again, he managed to squeeze his hand between his and Kanon’s sweaty torsos so he could grab himself. He moaned and gasped, and a few seconds later managed to groan out Kanon’s name as he came hard. The very moment he tightened around Kanon, Teruki drove in and hit his sweet spot. Kanon had never cried Miku’s name so loudly, and he released, too.
He fell against the other, and they both panted, feeling their hearts pounding quickly together. Teruki wasn’t done yet, though, and Kanon found himself grunting and moaning again as he pounded into him. Soon he became aware of Miku making similar noises because Teruki was causing him to pound into Miku still. It took a few more minutes before Teruki breathed, “I’m almost there…!” He was going so fast by now that Kanon felt like a fool for being unable to stop making noises, but it still felt so good, even to his over sensitized body… Finally Teruki let out a wordless groan and collapsed on top of him.
For awhile the three were motionless. At last Teruki was the first to stir, and he pulled out of Kanon. Kanon left Miku, and rolled over beside him, letting out a deep breath. Miku was already looking sleepy, and turned onto his side so he could snuggle against Kanon. Kanon watched silently as Teruki made for the edge of the bed. “You guys can sleep in here tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He got up from the bed; although Miku was obviously tired, he sat up suddenly and grabbed Teruki’s wrist. “It’s your bed! You’re sleeping here, too. Now turn off the light, and get over here.”
Teruki considered him for a moment, and then smiled and walked the two steps to the light switch. Kanon and Miku pulled the duvet up, and Teruki crawled in next to Miku. Miku yawned and latched onto Kanon’s middle. “Okay, now put your arms around me, too, Teruki. I like to be the center of attention,” he said.
The other two laughed at that. Kanon had his arms securely around Miku, and in a moment he felt Teruki’s hand resting on his waist. They were quiet for awhile until Miku said sleepily, “I think we’ll be okay, guys. Maybe we can even do this sometimes…to remind us…”
Kanon guessed he had dropped off to sleep, but he waited a moment to be sure before he said quietly to Teruki, “I like you Teruki, but let’s not do this again unless it’s a special occasion. I’d rather have Miku to myself…”
He heard Teruki chuckle, and then the drummer said softly, “That’s fine, Kanon-kun. After all, I’m still in love with a certain…guitarist…”
He sounded distinctly sad, and Kanon wasn’t sure what to say next. He realized there was really nothing he could say. After all, Bou’s departure wasn’t just hard on Teruki, it was hard on all of them, and he was still trying to come up with things to tell himself to make it all better. He nuzzled Miku and said a silent prayer that the three of them would be able to find their way without their fourth presence.
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Notes: 1) I really have no idea where all the guys live; I had Teruki and Kanon sharing a flat in this purely for plot purposes.
2) It would have been too awful to have Teruki say Bou's name at the climax, though the thought crossed my mind. T_T
3) That's really my first An Café fanfiction... It's too bad I didn't get the gumption to write any until Bou decided to leave, but I am hoping to write more in the future. Um...I hope you guys liked it in spite of its angst and lack of Bou. I enjoyed writing it. ^^V