December Challenge 31 - Rule
Title - Rule
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 4,153
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt has a rule that he adheres to during the tour. Now the tour is over, Jon wants to break it
“So, the tour has finished.”
Jon was stood in Gackt’s spacious living room. There were empty bottles, glasses and plates on every flat surface, and some uneven ones, following the end of tour party. It had been a good night, one for celebrating the tour end and one to also take pride in everything they’d achieved together as a band. Everyone had left now, safely tucked away in a mini van driven by a sober staff member, but Jon remained as a planned early morning training session meant that it was pointless to travel across Tokyo only to come back a few hours later. Especially when Gackt’s home was so warm and welcoming, in its own strange way.
Gackt had been finishing the drink in his hand and enjoying the silence after the madness of the party when Jon had spoken those few words. The end of the tour meant a lot of things, to Gackt at least.
“So it has,” Gackt replied, putting his empty glass on the bar for the staff to clean tomorrow.
Jon walked over to Gackt and was soon stood in front of him. “I remember you saying something about the end of the tour, back at our first full band meeting.”
Gackt raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly what Jon was referring to. “Did I? I don’t remember.”
“But now it’s the end of the tour,” Jon said, closing the gap between them even further and smiling slightly when Gackt didn’t move away, “I don’t think what you said matters anymore, does it?”
“What I say always matters,” Gackt said quickly.
“Really? Because I think most of the time your words are just noise and shouldn’t be listened to at all.”
Gackt couldn’t respond because suddenly, Jon was kissing him, the kiss coming with such force that it made Gackt’s back hit the wall behind him with such power that it knocked the breath out of his lungs.
Although, if Gackt had had any breath left, Jon would have easily stolen it away.
The kiss was harsh and bruising, the result of several months of teasing and touching with no release. Jon held his hip with a harsh grip and was tugging at the short blonde strands of Gackt’s hair, trying to take control and manoeuvre Gackt’s head into the perfect angle for him to take what he wanted. Gackt was fighting back though, sucking on Jon’s tongue and using his own firm hold on the back of Jon’s head to control Jon’s actions.
It was Gackt who broke away. “Eager, much?”
“No more than you are.”
“I’m not the one pressing you against the wall, am I?” Gackt asked.
Jon glared at Gackt but had to admit, the other man was right. Gackt was stood flat against the wall and Jon was pressed against him, their legs tangled, hips aligned and rapidly moving chests moving in unison. Jon could feel the body heat and testosterone radiating from Gackt’s skin.
“You’re not pushing me away either,” Jon said, leaning in to whisper in Gackt’s ear.
Gackt didn’t respond, he simply smirked and looked up at Jon through his long, mascara covered eyelashes.
“And you won’t push me away,” Jon said, “because it’s the end of the tour and your rule is no longer valid.”
“Ahhh,” Gackt said, his smirk growing ever wider, “the rule.”
“The rule,” Jon repeated. “There is no need to stick to it anymore, is there G?”
In the very first proper band meeting that YFC had, when they had all been seated around the table at the other side of the room Gackt and Jon currently occupied and nobody had had any idea what the future held, Gackt had laid down a rule.
“You are not, under any circumstances, to have a relationship with any member of staff or the band. No dating, no falling in love, no sex… not even a one night stand. This will be a tough project and we all need to work together. There is no time to waste on arguments between lovers or messy relationship breakdowns.”
Jon had, at the time, thought that it was a sensible and easy rule to follow. But then, he’d started working closely with Gackt and the strange teasing relationship between them had begun to grow. Touching Gackt on stage and being touched in return had been awkward in those early days, but as each show had progressed, it had changed from awkward, to natural to pleasurable. It had been four months of foreplay with no hope of resolution due to Gackt’s rule and his determination to keep it, and it had driven Jon insane.
“You’re assuming that the only reason we haven’t had sex is because of the rule. Maybe,” Gackt said, turning his head and leaning forward slightly so that his lips brushed against Jon’s ear, “just maybe, I don’t want to have sex with you.”
“And maybe, just maybe,” Jon mimicked as his fingers tapped a rapid rhythm on Gackt’s leather belt, “I don’t believe you.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“Yes,” Jon answered simply before kissing Gackt again.
Gackt tried to push himself forward so that his back was no longer pressed against the wall, but although Jon wasn’t as strong, he had all of the leverage and quickly pushed him back. Gackt’s movement allowed Jon to slide a leg in-between his, and Gackt groaned into the kiss as Jon’s hard thigh began grinding against his crotch.
“You shouldn’t lie to me G,” Jon said, punctuating every word with a kiss to Gackt’s jaw line, “it doesn’t help maintain good band relations.”
Gackt tilted his head to the side and grabbed Jon by the hair in a grip he knew had to hurt. Jon took the hint, and began layering kisses along the column of Gackt’s neck instead. “Hmm… band relations are important,” Gackt murmured, “do you have a suggestion on how we can maintain good relationships?”
“Forgetting your rule would be a good start,” Jon replied.
Gackt chuckled and Jon could feel the vibrations as they ran down the throat he was still kissing. “The tour is over so the rule isn’t valid anymore.”
“So, after months and months and months of teasing, we can finally…” Jon paused and punctuated his next word with a hard and fast grind of his thigh against Gackt’s crotch, “…fuck?”
“I’m a busy man, Jon,” Gackt said, his eyes slipping shut when Jon found a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, “I don’t know if you’re worth my time.”
Jon grinned. He loved this teasing, loved how Gackt was unwilling to concede an inch and would have expected nothing less from him. “How can I prove to you that I’m worth your oh so precious time?”
“Dropping to your knees would be a good start.”
If Jon had needed any encouragement to comply with Gackt’s request, it would have easily been found in the low and commanding tone of voice that Gackt had used. There were so many things about the man who’s pants he was unfastening that had driven him crazy over the last few months - the softness of his skin, the long muscled curves of his body, the heat and sensuality that just radiated from him… but, most of all, the one thing that could get Jon sweating and fantasising, was that dark, honeyed voice.
It was a weapon, and Gackt was fully aware of that.
Jon didn’t bother with stripping Gackt’s pants from him fully. He simply pushed them past Gackt’s hips until Gackt’s bright yellow thong was on display.
“Nice colour,” Jon smirked, as he teasingly ran his index finger over the thin material that covered Gackt’s half hard cock.
Gackt sucked in a breath. “I was in a sunny mood this morning,” he hissed. “You’re not doing very well at convincing me you’re worth my time though.”
“Just getting started G,” Jon said with a wicked grin as he finally dropped to his knees, “just getting started.”
Gackt’s thong was quickly pulled to the side and Jon’s eager hands were soon on him, running over his silky cock and teasing him into full hardness. Jon’s fingers were rough, as if the American simply couldn’t wait any longer to feel all of the skin that had been hidden from him during the tour. He’d explored so much of Gackt already during the course of the tour, and been explored in return, but it hadn’t been enough.
“Are you going to put that smart mouth of yours to use anytime soon?”
“Now who’s being eager?” Jon smirked.
Gackt didn’t reply, he simply readjusted his stance, leaned back against the wall and none too subtly, grabbed Jon’s hair.
“Okay, okay…” Jon said with a grin. “I get the hint.”
Jon pulled Gackt’s pants down lower so that his powerful thighs were bare. The lurid thong was still there, just pushed to the side, as Jon planted his hands on those thighs and wrapped his lips around the tip of Gackt’s now hard cock. There was a deep and breathy groan that escaped Gackt’s lips as Jon took more of him into his mouth, and it made Jon’s own cock ache. He wanted to drag as many of those sounds from Gackt’s mouth as he possibly could.
There had been times when Jon had been stood on stage, his naked chest pressed against Gackt’s equally naked back as he’d ran his hands over Gackt’s sweaty chest, that he’d thought he’d heard one of those sounds escape from Gackt. It was hard to be sure though when Chacha, You and Takumi were still strumming away and the crowd were screaming for more.
But there was no crowd now and no loud rock band to contend with. Jon could hear every grunt Gackt made and every deep breath he took. Gackt’s cock weighed heavily in his mouth and each sound was music to his ears.
Jon felt like every day spent with Gackt was an audition. He’d had to prove that his voice could fit with Gackt’s before he was accepted into the band. He’d had to prove that he could write good lyrics before Gackt pulled him into the writing process. He’d had to show that he could answer quickly and with witty answers before Gackt had chosen him to do the promotional interviews. He’d had to prove that he could keep up with Gackt in the gym before Gackt had considered him to be a worthy training buddy.
And now, Jon felt like he had to prove he was a good cock sucker before Gackt would finally relent and let them fuck.
He’d passed every single one of Gackt’s little auditions to date. Jon was damn sure he was going to pass this one too.
Jon ran his tongue over the smooth skin as he tried to find those sensitive spots and tried to find out what Gackt liked. He sucked, he teased and he lightly grazed Gackt’s cock with his teeth as his hands continued to massage the firm thighs beneath them. He could feel the weight of Gackt’s gaze upon the top of his head and it just spurred him on, as did that first slight movement of Gackt’s hips. It was almost involuntary, as if Gackt didn’t want to completely admit that he was enjoying the way Jon’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked, but it made Jon smile around the cock in his mouth.
He’d get more of those movements from Gackt. He leaned back on his heels and allowed Gackt’s cock to fall out of his mouth, his hands quickly moving to stroke the hard flesh before Gackt had any chance to complain. Jon covered Gackt’s thighs in light butterfly kisses before moving over to take Gackt’s balls into his mouth, covering them with his tongue and stroking every inch with his lips.
Gackt moved his hips a couple of times, but then pulled Jon away from his crotch with a firm tug of Jon’s hair.
“Enough,” Gackt said.
Jon was pleased to hear that Gackt’s usually smooth voice was slightly strained. “Can we fuck now?” Jon asked.
Gackt leaned back against the wall again and licked his lips. “I think I need to see you naked before I make my final decision. ”
Jon stood up, pressed himself against Gackt, and licked his ear. “You really don’t like to make things easy, do you?” Jon asked.
“I’m surprised you expected me to,” Gackt smirked.
Jon shook his head and laughed quietly to himself as he stepped away and pulled his t shirt off. “I never know what to expect from you.”
Gackt tilted his head and watched intensely as Jon unfastened first his belt, and then the button and zipper on his jeans. “That’s the way I like it.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jon said, stepping out of his jeans, “it’s frustrating for everyone around you though.”
Gackt licked his lips again when Jon stripped off his tight, black briefs. “That’s why I like it.”
Jon laughed as he stepped closer. “Do I pass your inspection?”
Gackt had to admire Jon’s confidence. There weren’t many men who would so proudly strip for him with the self-assurance Jon had just showed. He knew that he was a pretty intimidating guy at times, especially with potential lovers who seemed to always believe they had to live up to these lofty standards they thought Gackt had, but Jon had never been awed by him. Jon respected him, looked up to him even, but had never been frightened or star struck.
It was one of many things that had made Gackt choose Jon for his band.
Gackt stepped away from the wall and removed his own shirt before finishing the job Jon had started and took off his pants and thong. “I guess you will be a nice distraction for a little while.”
Jon pressed Gackt back against the wall, naked skin against naked skin, hard cock against hard cock. This is what Jon had been waiting for all those months, actual contact and not just stage contact, where he had learnt to touch, without really touching. Now, he could touch, he could linger, he could stare and he could feel.
“Thank you for blessing me with some moments of your time,” Jon said, his lips ghosting over Gackt’s.
“I have a condition though.”
Jon sighed. “Of course you do. What is it?”
“I want you to fuck me the same way you pretend to on stage.”
Jon half expected Gackt to push him away and to reveal that the whole evening so far had been Gackt taking his teasing and sadistic personality to new heights. Any second now, Gackt would laugh in his face because Jon, if only for a second, had actually believed that Gackt was willing to let Jon fuck him.
But Gackt didn’t push him away, nor laugh in his face. Gackt was staring at him with the same level of intensity that Jon usually only saw on stage or during training. It was a look of determination, of fire and power and it made Jon’s throat dry.
“Turn around,” Jon finally said, the short words slightly shakier than he had intended.
Gackt continued to stare at him for a few seconds more before silently complying, swiftly spinning on his heels and standing with his legs slightly spread. Gackt’s face was turned to the side, his contact covered eyes looking over his shoulder at Jon expectantly. Jon reached out and gently turned Gackt’s face forward so that those eyes were no longer staring at him, before pressing himself against Gackt’s back, his hands framing Gackt’s hips.
“You’ve thought about this as much as I have, haven’t you?” Jon stated.
“Less talk,” Gackt said firmly. “I’m a busy man, remember?”
Jon recognised Gackt’s non-answer as being the confirmation he was looking for.
He kept his left hand on Gackt’s hip but moved his right up, his palm gliding over Gackt’s flat stomach, before his fingers skipped across Gackt’s thick chest, pausing only to roughly pinch each of his nipples in turn. He traced the sharp edges of Gackt’s collarbones, loosely gripped the column of his throat and then ran the tip of his index and middle fingers across Gackt’s soft lips.
Gackt took the hint and readily opened his mouth, drawing Jon’s fingers inside with a few strong sweeps of his tongue. Gackt’s tongue was smooth but forceful as it danced around his fingers and Jon could almost feel his cock twitch in jealously. If they ever did this again, and Jon was ready to admit that was a big if, he’d try to get Gackt to suck him off just so he could feel that tongue on his cock.
Jon decided to tease back. His hips were pressed against the toned flesh of Gackt’s ass and he slowly rocked against the man in his arms, matching his movements to the languid and relaxed rhythm of Gackt’s tongue as it continued to lick his fingers. Gackt growled again and Jon could feel the vibration run through both his own fingers and Gackt’s entire body.
“Do you want me to fuck you like this?” Jon asked.
Gackt moved his head to the side and Jon willingly let his fingers drop from Gackt’s mouth so that he could talk. “Fuck me that slowly and gently and I’ll kick you out of my house. Where’s that fire you show me on stage?”
Jon swiftly lowered his hand, slid it between his body and Gackt’s and pressed a wet digit inside of his fellow vocalist. Gackt wasn’t expecting the action and hissed loudly, but he made no complaint at the action and Jon couldn’t help but smile when only a few seconds later, Gackt rocked his hips back asking for more.
Gackt really had been thinking about this. Jon had meant it as a joke when he had asked Gackt earlier if he’d thought about them having sex, but Gackt was so sure about what he wanted from him that Jon had no doubt that Gackt had imagined every second of what was happening.
For the last few months Jon had been fighting against the increasing lust that had been building inside him as the fanservice between the two of them had developed and become wilder. He’d moved past awkwardness and into desire sometime during the start of the Japanese tour and had been doomed ever since. He’d finish the rehearsals flustered and his breathing would be heavier than it had any right to be after the fanservice had been performed at the lives, and Jon had no doubt that Gackt had recognised the signs.
Gackt, however, was always so composed. The fanservice, the touching, the licking and the biting never seemed to faze him. Most of the time, he seemed almost bored by it all. But now that Gackt was rocking back onto his fingers, his head thrown back and resting on Jon’s shoulder as he breathed heavily, Jon realised that Gackt had just been a very good actor.
Jon couldn’t wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers from Gackt, smirking cockily at the uncharacteristic whine that escaped Gackt when he did so, and then remembered those words Gackt had spoken to him earlier.
“I want you to fuck me the same way you pretend to on stage.”
Jon turned Gackt to the side, away from the wall and planted his left hand back on Gackt’s hip. He placed the palm of his right hand flat on Gackt’s back, covering his tattoo, and pushed Gackt forward. He’d seen Gackt bent over in front of him like this so many times during the course of the concerts and the rehearsals that led up to them, but seeing him bent over and naked, his strong legs spread as he simply waited for Jon to end several months of waiting, was a different image altogether.
Jon knew that image would be forever burnt into his brain.
He quickly spat into his hand and covered his cock. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do as Jon didn’t want to waste time looking for lube and he could tell from the impatient way Gackt was moving on his heels, that Gackt wouldn’t have allowed him that time. After all, Gackt’s a busy man.
When Jon finally entered Gackt, all he could think was that the months of anticipation, of working closely with Gackt and slowly being driven insane with the need to properly touch that smooth skin and flawless body, had all been worth it. Gackt felt so strong yet welcoming as Jon made those first tentative thrusts and Jon knew that really, he shouldn’t have expected anything less. Gackt was bending lower and lower with every thrust until he had to brace himself with a hand on the floor and all Jon could see were the curves that lay before him. Jon’s eyes were transfixed by the trim waist that lead to sharp but muscled shoulder blades, and those thick and broad shoulders that he loved to feel pressed against his chest.
As Jon began moving faster, his thrusts becoming sharper and more erratic with every passing second, he felt like he was losing himself in Gackt. The smell of Platinum Egoiste had never been stronger, Gackt’s voice had never sounded sexier as a series of grunts and groans spilled from his mouth, and Gackt’s skin had never felt softer or hotter as it burned under Jon’s touch.
Jon paused his movements when Gackt stood up straight and leaned against him. Gackt turned his head so that he was looking at Jon and Jon couldn’t help but steal a kiss. Gackt quickly pulled away, but Jon could see from the smirk on his lips that he wasn’t angry at Jon’s action, he just wanted to talk without interruption.
When Gackt spoke, his voice was so much deeper and thicker than Jon had ever heard it before. “I think you’re forgetting something.”
“Hmm?”
“There was something else on stage…” Gackt said breathily.
Suddenly, Jon realised what Gackt was hinting at. He couldn’t hide the slight shock that crossed his face and the expression was enough for Gackt to quickly kiss him, before bending back over.
Jon rocked his hips against Gackt a couple of times before taking a deep breath and hoping beyond hope that he hadn’t misread Gackt’s words. He stroked the plush muscle of Gackt’s ass with his right hand, before smacking the flesh with his open palm. Hard. Because he guessed Gackt wouldn’t want anything less from him.
The unrestrained groan that fell from Gackt’s mouth and the way his body tightened around Jon’s cock were, Jon thought, both plenty of evidence that Gackt approved of the force he used.
He slapped Gackt again. And again. There was a red tint beginning to spread across Gackt’s ass from the force of Jon’s blows, but Gackt didn’t seem to care. Every time his hand connected with Gackt, the other singer grunted his approval with muttered groans that made Jon want to hit him harder to see how loud those groans could get.
Gackt was pressing back against him now, meeting his thrusts and spurring Jon on. The slaps were becoming a distraction that Jon didn’t want anymore so instead he began to stroke Gackt’s cock. There was no real technique to Jon’s strokes, but again, Gackt didn’t seem to care. The groans kept coming and Jon found himself wondering if Gackt was always this vocal when having sex, or was it just the situation, the waiting, and him? If they ever did this again (still a big if in Jon’s mind), maybe he’d find out.
When Gackt came, it was with a breathless whisper and an arch of his back that didn’t seem humanly possible. When Jon came, it was with Gackt’s name on his lips.
Gackt straightened up and leaned against Jon, but made no motion to move or put any distance between them. Jon wrapped his arms around Gackt’s chest and they stood in silence for a few moments as they both waited for their heart rates and breathing to return to normal.
It was Gackt who spoke first. “Hmm, I guess that was worth my time.”
Jon chuckled and kissed Gackt’s cheek. “Thank you for the positive review.”
Gackt stepped away and turned to stare at Jon. Jon didn’t flinch. “I always thank people for their hard work,” Gackt smirked.
Jon watched as Gackt began picking up his clothes and slipped his pants back on, simply stuffing the thong in his pocket. “G,” Jon said, “the tour is over, right?”
“If it wasn’t, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Jon’s voice was slightly hesitant when he spoke next. “Does that mean it can happen again?”
Gackt threw Jon’s shirt at him. “Depends on whether I’m busy or not.”
~owari
Notes
1) FINISHED. WHOO-HOO!
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 4,153
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt has a rule that he adheres to during the tour. Now the tour is over, Jon wants to break it
“So, the tour has finished.”
Jon was stood in Gackt’s spacious living room. There were empty bottles, glasses and plates on every flat surface, and some uneven ones, following the end of tour party. It had been a good night, one for celebrating the tour end and one to also take pride in everything they’d achieved together as a band. Everyone had left now, safely tucked away in a mini van driven by a sober staff member, but Jon remained as a planned early morning training session meant that it was pointless to travel across Tokyo only to come back a few hours later. Especially when Gackt’s home was so warm and welcoming, in its own strange way.
Gackt had been finishing the drink in his hand and enjoying the silence after the madness of the party when Jon had spoken those few words. The end of the tour meant a lot of things, to Gackt at least.
“So it has,” Gackt replied, putting his empty glass on the bar for the staff to clean tomorrow.
Jon walked over to Gackt and was soon stood in front of him. “I remember you saying something about the end of the tour, back at our first full band meeting.”
Gackt raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly what Jon was referring to. “Did I? I don’t remember.”
“But now it’s the end of the tour,” Jon said, closing the gap between them even further and smiling slightly when Gackt didn’t move away, “I don’t think what you said matters anymore, does it?”
“What I say always matters,” Gackt said quickly.
“Really? Because I think most of the time your words are just noise and shouldn’t be listened to at all.”
Gackt couldn’t respond because suddenly, Jon was kissing him, the kiss coming with such force that it made Gackt’s back hit the wall behind him with such power that it knocked the breath out of his lungs.
Although, if Gackt had had any breath left, Jon would have easily stolen it away.
The kiss was harsh and bruising, the result of several months of teasing and touching with no release. Jon held his hip with a harsh grip and was tugging at the short blonde strands of Gackt’s hair, trying to take control and manoeuvre Gackt’s head into the perfect angle for him to take what he wanted. Gackt was fighting back though, sucking on Jon’s tongue and using his own firm hold on the back of Jon’s head to control Jon’s actions.
It was Gackt who broke away. “Eager, much?”
“No more than you are.”
“I’m not the one pressing you against the wall, am I?” Gackt asked.
Jon glared at Gackt but had to admit, the other man was right. Gackt was stood flat against the wall and Jon was pressed against him, their legs tangled, hips aligned and rapidly moving chests moving in unison. Jon could feel the body heat and testosterone radiating from Gackt’s skin.
“You’re not pushing me away either,” Jon said, leaning in to whisper in Gackt’s ear.
Gackt didn’t respond, he simply smirked and looked up at Jon through his long, mascara covered eyelashes.
“And you won’t push me away,” Jon said, “because it’s the end of the tour and your rule is no longer valid.”
“Ahhh,” Gackt said, his smirk growing ever wider, “the rule.”
“The rule,” Jon repeated. “There is no need to stick to it anymore, is there G?”
In the very first proper band meeting that YFC had, when they had all been seated around the table at the other side of the room Gackt and Jon currently occupied and nobody had had any idea what the future held, Gackt had laid down a rule.
“You are not, under any circumstances, to have a relationship with any member of staff or the band. No dating, no falling in love, no sex… not even a one night stand. This will be a tough project and we all need to work together. There is no time to waste on arguments between lovers or messy relationship breakdowns.”
Jon had, at the time, thought that it was a sensible and easy rule to follow. But then, he’d started working closely with Gackt and the strange teasing relationship between them had begun to grow. Touching Gackt on stage and being touched in return had been awkward in those early days, but as each show had progressed, it had changed from awkward, to natural to pleasurable. It had been four months of foreplay with no hope of resolution due to Gackt’s rule and his determination to keep it, and it had driven Jon insane.
“You’re assuming that the only reason we haven’t had sex is because of the rule. Maybe,” Gackt said, turning his head and leaning forward slightly so that his lips brushed against Jon’s ear, “just maybe, I don’t want to have sex with you.”
“And maybe, just maybe,” Jon mimicked as his fingers tapped a rapid rhythm on Gackt’s leather belt, “I don’t believe you.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“Yes,” Jon answered simply before kissing Gackt again.
Gackt tried to push himself forward so that his back was no longer pressed against the wall, but although Jon wasn’t as strong, he had all of the leverage and quickly pushed him back. Gackt’s movement allowed Jon to slide a leg in-between his, and Gackt groaned into the kiss as Jon’s hard thigh began grinding against his crotch.
“You shouldn’t lie to me G,” Jon said, punctuating every word with a kiss to Gackt’s jaw line, “it doesn’t help maintain good band relations.”
Gackt tilted his head to the side and grabbed Jon by the hair in a grip he knew had to hurt. Jon took the hint, and began layering kisses along the column of Gackt’s neck instead. “Hmm… band relations are important,” Gackt murmured, “do you have a suggestion on how we can maintain good relationships?”
“Forgetting your rule would be a good start,” Jon replied.
Gackt chuckled and Jon could feel the vibrations as they ran down the throat he was still kissing. “The tour is over so the rule isn’t valid anymore.”
“So, after months and months and months of teasing, we can finally…” Jon paused and punctuated his next word with a hard and fast grind of his thigh against Gackt’s crotch, “…fuck?”
“I’m a busy man, Jon,” Gackt said, his eyes slipping shut when Jon found a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, “I don’t know if you’re worth my time.”
Jon grinned. He loved this teasing, loved how Gackt was unwilling to concede an inch and would have expected nothing less from him. “How can I prove to you that I’m worth your oh so precious time?”
“Dropping to your knees would be a good start.”
If Jon had needed any encouragement to comply with Gackt’s request, it would have easily been found in the low and commanding tone of voice that Gackt had used. There were so many things about the man who’s pants he was unfastening that had driven him crazy over the last few months - the softness of his skin, the long muscled curves of his body, the heat and sensuality that just radiated from him… but, most of all, the one thing that could get Jon sweating and fantasising, was that dark, honeyed voice.
It was a weapon, and Gackt was fully aware of that.
Jon didn’t bother with stripping Gackt’s pants from him fully. He simply pushed them past Gackt’s hips until Gackt’s bright yellow thong was on display.
“Nice colour,” Jon smirked, as he teasingly ran his index finger over the thin material that covered Gackt’s half hard cock.
Gackt sucked in a breath. “I was in a sunny mood this morning,” he hissed. “You’re not doing very well at convincing me you’re worth my time though.”
“Just getting started G,” Jon said with a wicked grin as he finally dropped to his knees, “just getting started.”
Gackt’s thong was quickly pulled to the side and Jon’s eager hands were soon on him, running over his silky cock and teasing him into full hardness. Jon’s fingers were rough, as if the American simply couldn’t wait any longer to feel all of the skin that had been hidden from him during the tour. He’d explored so much of Gackt already during the course of the tour, and been explored in return, but it hadn’t been enough.
“Are you going to put that smart mouth of yours to use anytime soon?”
“Now who’s being eager?” Jon smirked.
Gackt didn’t reply, he simply readjusted his stance, leaned back against the wall and none too subtly, grabbed Jon’s hair.
“Okay, okay…” Jon said with a grin. “I get the hint.”
Jon pulled Gackt’s pants down lower so that his powerful thighs were bare. The lurid thong was still there, just pushed to the side, as Jon planted his hands on those thighs and wrapped his lips around the tip of Gackt’s now hard cock. There was a deep and breathy groan that escaped Gackt’s lips as Jon took more of him into his mouth, and it made Jon’s own cock ache. He wanted to drag as many of those sounds from Gackt’s mouth as he possibly could.
There had been times when Jon had been stood on stage, his naked chest pressed against Gackt’s equally naked back as he’d ran his hands over Gackt’s sweaty chest, that he’d thought he’d heard one of those sounds escape from Gackt. It was hard to be sure though when Chacha, You and Takumi were still strumming away and the crowd were screaming for more.
But there was no crowd now and no loud rock band to contend with. Jon could hear every grunt Gackt made and every deep breath he took. Gackt’s cock weighed heavily in his mouth and each sound was music to his ears.
Jon felt like every day spent with Gackt was an audition. He’d had to prove that his voice could fit with Gackt’s before he was accepted into the band. He’d had to prove that he could write good lyrics before Gackt pulled him into the writing process. He’d had to show that he could answer quickly and with witty answers before Gackt had chosen him to do the promotional interviews. He’d had to prove that he could keep up with Gackt in the gym before Gackt had considered him to be a worthy training buddy.
And now, Jon felt like he had to prove he was a good cock sucker before Gackt would finally relent and let them fuck.
He’d passed every single one of Gackt’s little auditions to date. Jon was damn sure he was going to pass this one too.
Jon ran his tongue over the smooth skin as he tried to find those sensitive spots and tried to find out what Gackt liked. He sucked, he teased and he lightly grazed Gackt’s cock with his teeth as his hands continued to massage the firm thighs beneath them. He could feel the weight of Gackt’s gaze upon the top of his head and it just spurred him on, as did that first slight movement of Gackt’s hips. It was almost involuntary, as if Gackt didn’t want to completely admit that he was enjoying the way Jon’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked, but it made Jon smile around the cock in his mouth.
He’d get more of those movements from Gackt. He leaned back on his heels and allowed Gackt’s cock to fall out of his mouth, his hands quickly moving to stroke the hard flesh before Gackt had any chance to complain. Jon covered Gackt’s thighs in light butterfly kisses before moving over to take Gackt’s balls into his mouth, covering them with his tongue and stroking every inch with his lips.
Gackt moved his hips a couple of times, but then pulled Jon away from his crotch with a firm tug of Jon’s hair.
“Enough,” Gackt said.
Jon was pleased to hear that Gackt’s usually smooth voice was slightly strained. “Can we fuck now?” Jon asked.
Gackt leaned back against the wall again and licked his lips. “I think I need to see you naked before I make my final decision. ”
Jon stood up, pressed himself against Gackt, and licked his ear. “You really don’t like to make things easy, do you?” Jon asked.
“I’m surprised you expected me to,” Gackt smirked.
Jon shook his head and laughed quietly to himself as he stepped away and pulled his t shirt off. “I never know what to expect from you.”
Gackt tilted his head and watched intensely as Jon unfastened first his belt, and then the button and zipper on his jeans. “That’s the way I like it.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jon said, stepping out of his jeans, “it’s frustrating for everyone around you though.”
Gackt licked his lips again when Jon stripped off his tight, black briefs. “That’s why I like it.”
Jon laughed as he stepped closer. “Do I pass your inspection?”
Gackt had to admire Jon’s confidence. There weren’t many men who would so proudly strip for him with the self-assurance Jon had just showed. He knew that he was a pretty intimidating guy at times, especially with potential lovers who seemed to always believe they had to live up to these lofty standards they thought Gackt had, but Jon had never been awed by him. Jon respected him, looked up to him even, but had never been frightened or star struck.
It was one of many things that had made Gackt choose Jon for his band.
Gackt stepped away from the wall and removed his own shirt before finishing the job Jon had started and took off his pants and thong. “I guess you will be a nice distraction for a little while.”
Jon pressed Gackt back against the wall, naked skin against naked skin, hard cock against hard cock. This is what Jon had been waiting for all those months, actual contact and not just stage contact, where he had learnt to touch, without really touching. Now, he could touch, he could linger, he could stare and he could feel.
“Thank you for blessing me with some moments of your time,” Jon said, his lips ghosting over Gackt’s.
“I have a condition though.”
Jon sighed. “Of course you do. What is it?”
“I want you to fuck me the same way you pretend to on stage.”
Jon half expected Gackt to push him away and to reveal that the whole evening so far had been Gackt taking his teasing and sadistic personality to new heights. Any second now, Gackt would laugh in his face because Jon, if only for a second, had actually believed that Gackt was willing to let Jon fuck him.
But Gackt didn’t push him away, nor laugh in his face. Gackt was staring at him with the same level of intensity that Jon usually only saw on stage or during training. It was a look of determination, of fire and power and it made Jon’s throat dry.
“Turn around,” Jon finally said, the short words slightly shakier than he had intended.
Gackt continued to stare at him for a few seconds more before silently complying, swiftly spinning on his heels and standing with his legs slightly spread. Gackt’s face was turned to the side, his contact covered eyes looking over his shoulder at Jon expectantly. Jon reached out and gently turned Gackt’s face forward so that those eyes were no longer staring at him, before pressing himself against Gackt’s back, his hands framing Gackt’s hips.
“You’ve thought about this as much as I have, haven’t you?” Jon stated.
“Less talk,” Gackt said firmly. “I’m a busy man, remember?”
Jon recognised Gackt’s non-answer as being the confirmation he was looking for.
He kept his left hand on Gackt’s hip but moved his right up, his palm gliding over Gackt’s flat stomach, before his fingers skipped across Gackt’s thick chest, pausing only to roughly pinch each of his nipples in turn. He traced the sharp edges of Gackt’s collarbones, loosely gripped the column of his throat and then ran the tip of his index and middle fingers across Gackt’s soft lips.
Gackt took the hint and readily opened his mouth, drawing Jon’s fingers inside with a few strong sweeps of his tongue. Gackt’s tongue was smooth but forceful as it danced around his fingers and Jon could almost feel his cock twitch in jealously. If they ever did this again, and Jon was ready to admit that was a big if, he’d try to get Gackt to suck him off just so he could feel that tongue on his cock.
Jon decided to tease back. His hips were pressed against the toned flesh of Gackt’s ass and he slowly rocked against the man in his arms, matching his movements to the languid and relaxed rhythm of Gackt’s tongue as it continued to lick his fingers. Gackt growled again and Jon could feel the vibration run through both his own fingers and Gackt’s entire body.
“Do you want me to fuck you like this?” Jon asked.
Gackt moved his head to the side and Jon willingly let his fingers drop from Gackt’s mouth so that he could talk. “Fuck me that slowly and gently and I’ll kick you out of my house. Where’s that fire you show me on stage?”
Jon swiftly lowered his hand, slid it between his body and Gackt’s and pressed a wet digit inside of his fellow vocalist. Gackt wasn’t expecting the action and hissed loudly, but he made no complaint at the action and Jon couldn’t help but smile when only a few seconds later, Gackt rocked his hips back asking for more.
Gackt really had been thinking about this. Jon had meant it as a joke when he had asked Gackt earlier if he’d thought about them having sex, but Gackt was so sure about what he wanted from him that Jon had no doubt that Gackt had imagined every second of what was happening.
For the last few months Jon had been fighting against the increasing lust that had been building inside him as the fanservice between the two of them had developed and become wilder. He’d moved past awkwardness and into desire sometime during the start of the Japanese tour and had been doomed ever since. He’d finish the rehearsals flustered and his breathing would be heavier than it had any right to be after the fanservice had been performed at the lives, and Jon had no doubt that Gackt had recognised the signs.
Gackt, however, was always so composed. The fanservice, the touching, the licking and the biting never seemed to faze him. Most of the time, he seemed almost bored by it all. But now that Gackt was rocking back onto his fingers, his head thrown back and resting on Jon’s shoulder as he breathed heavily, Jon realised that Gackt had just been a very good actor.
Jon couldn’t wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers from Gackt, smirking cockily at the uncharacteristic whine that escaped Gackt when he did so, and then remembered those words Gackt had spoken to him earlier.
“I want you to fuck me the same way you pretend to on stage.”
Jon turned Gackt to the side, away from the wall and planted his left hand back on Gackt’s hip. He placed the palm of his right hand flat on Gackt’s back, covering his tattoo, and pushed Gackt forward. He’d seen Gackt bent over in front of him like this so many times during the course of the concerts and the rehearsals that led up to them, but seeing him bent over and naked, his strong legs spread as he simply waited for Jon to end several months of waiting, was a different image altogether.
Jon knew that image would be forever burnt into his brain.
He quickly spat into his hand and covered his cock. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do as Jon didn’t want to waste time looking for lube and he could tell from the impatient way Gackt was moving on his heels, that Gackt wouldn’t have allowed him that time. After all, Gackt’s a busy man.
When Jon finally entered Gackt, all he could think was that the months of anticipation, of working closely with Gackt and slowly being driven insane with the need to properly touch that smooth skin and flawless body, had all been worth it. Gackt felt so strong yet welcoming as Jon made those first tentative thrusts and Jon knew that really, he shouldn’t have expected anything less. Gackt was bending lower and lower with every thrust until he had to brace himself with a hand on the floor and all Jon could see were the curves that lay before him. Jon’s eyes were transfixed by the trim waist that lead to sharp but muscled shoulder blades, and those thick and broad shoulders that he loved to feel pressed against his chest.
As Jon began moving faster, his thrusts becoming sharper and more erratic with every passing second, he felt like he was losing himself in Gackt. The smell of Platinum Egoiste had never been stronger, Gackt’s voice had never sounded sexier as a series of grunts and groans spilled from his mouth, and Gackt’s skin had never felt softer or hotter as it burned under Jon’s touch.
Jon paused his movements when Gackt stood up straight and leaned against him. Gackt turned his head so that he was looking at Jon and Jon couldn’t help but steal a kiss. Gackt quickly pulled away, but Jon could see from the smirk on his lips that he wasn’t angry at Jon’s action, he just wanted to talk without interruption.
When Gackt spoke, his voice was so much deeper and thicker than Jon had ever heard it before. “I think you’re forgetting something.”
“Hmm?”
“There was something else on stage…” Gackt said breathily.
Suddenly, Jon realised what Gackt was hinting at. He couldn’t hide the slight shock that crossed his face and the expression was enough for Gackt to quickly kiss him, before bending back over.
Jon rocked his hips against Gackt a couple of times before taking a deep breath and hoping beyond hope that he hadn’t misread Gackt’s words. He stroked the plush muscle of Gackt’s ass with his right hand, before smacking the flesh with his open palm. Hard. Because he guessed Gackt wouldn’t want anything less from him.
The unrestrained groan that fell from Gackt’s mouth and the way his body tightened around Jon’s cock were, Jon thought, both plenty of evidence that Gackt approved of the force he used.
He slapped Gackt again. And again. There was a red tint beginning to spread across Gackt’s ass from the force of Jon’s blows, but Gackt didn’t seem to care. Every time his hand connected with Gackt, the other singer grunted his approval with muttered groans that made Jon want to hit him harder to see how loud those groans could get.
Gackt was pressing back against him now, meeting his thrusts and spurring Jon on. The slaps were becoming a distraction that Jon didn’t want anymore so instead he began to stroke Gackt’s cock. There was no real technique to Jon’s strokes, but again, Gackt didn’t seem to care. The groans kept coming and Jon found himself wondering if Gackt was always this vocal when having sex, or was it just the situation, the waiting, and him? If they ever did this again (still a big if in Jon’s mind), maybe he’d find out.
When Gackt came, it was with a breathless whisper and an arch of his back that didn’t seem humanly possible. When Jon came, it was with Gackt’s name on his lips.
Gackt straightened up and leaned against Jon, but made no motion to move or put any distance between them. Jon wrapped his arms around Gackt’s chest and they stood in silence for a few moments as they both waited for their heart rates and breathing to return to normal.
It was Gackt who spoke first. “Hmm, I guess that was worth my time.”
Jon chuckled and kissed Gackt’s cheek. “Thank you for the positive review.”
Gackt stepped away and turned to stare at Jon. Jon didn’t flinch. “I always thank people for their hard work,” Gackt smirked.
Jon watched as Gackt began picking up his clothes and slipped his pants back on, simply stuffing the thong in his pocket. “G,” Jon said, “the tour is over, right?”
“If it wasn’t, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Jon’s voice was slightly hesitant when he spoke next. “Does that mean it can happen again?”
Gackt threw Jon’s shirt at him. “Depends on whether I’m busy or not.”
~owari
Notes
1) FINISHED. WHOO-HOO!