Nine
Title: Nine
chapter: 1 of 2
Author: victoriakada
Rating overall: NC-17
Pairing: KohtaX random nameless male, KiritoX Kohta
Band: Angelo
Warning: Incest, smut , blow job, anal, bad language
Disclaimer: I do not own these people and nothing is real...
synopsis: kohta wants kirito and is scared his brother will find out. Kirito walks in on an intimate moment and things get awkward between them for a few days. In the end, Kohta gets drunk and confesses, result = sex.
other: For cadkitten who requested as a trade on jrock_ffrequest
X posted:kiritoxkohta
I wondered why we always have these staff parties. I mean I know why we have them, but why did we have to after every single tour. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy the staff and all the things they do for us on tour, but Kirito would always leave with one of them.
It was like they’d fucking won the lottery. No, it was worse than that. It was like I went down to the 7-11 bought the ticket, found out I won, and then handed it over to someone else.
This must be completely incomprehensible by now, if not it will be don’t worry. Besides this is how I think so deal with it. You’ll probably find a lot of thoughts swimming about my head that you’d find more than queer. Some are completely sinful and broke probably every taboo on every continent.
They wrote stories of this, about who I lusted after, and I would read every single one. Ctrl F became my new friend on the word-process. I’d switch who ever he was with for me. It worked, usually unless they were Aiji in his purple hair phase. Believe me it was more than a little unnerving to be in the middle of jacking off and suddenly having my hair described as purple..it always ruined the mood…so that too would be so quickly change to blond with the lovely ctrl F function.
I stared across the room. There he was, my brother, happily chatting it up with the lucky lotto winner. I felt a twinge of anger build up inside my chest. I wondered if he realized I was staring at him. I should probably stop.
“I fucking hate the lottery,” I mumbled to myself bring my gaze to the beer.
The yellowish liquid in the bottle, the moisture on my hand, I wanted nothing more but to be the lucky ticket holder. I lifted the bottle to my mouth using the perfect “looking at him over the brim of my glass” idea. It’s pathetic I know.
How many have I drunk? Two, five, who cares. Kirito always was able to find someone to go home with. I could just imagine the things they would do, and with those lascivious thoughts flashing through my head I couldn’t help but let out a tiny moan deep rooted from the back of my throat. It’s animalistic, and I brought my free hand down to lightly rub against my crotch.
“Great party.”
I looked up to the voice, a stage hand, brown hair. He was probably more wasted than I was.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
The brunet sat on the barstool beside me and ordered a drink. I was thankful that he chose that specific seat for I was able to pretend to look at him while in reality my complete focus was on Kirito. My full attention was on him as he leaded closer to the lotto winner, his lips seeming to brush against his ear, whispering something. A sweet nothing that I would kill for.
“So you guys have a break before you start recording,” the brunet asked..voice muted in my mind.
“Yeah.”
He bit his lip, my eyes seem to dart in and out of focus from him to my brother. This was probably what it meant to be in a drunken haze.
“Kohta, I don’t know if you’re into men or not, but I always found you very attractive.”
This time my gaze was on him. He must’ve been so drunk to say that. Oh well, he was kind of cute. My vision blurred. Kirito was with the lotto winner, lips locked as he became the other’s prize.
“Bathroom,” I breathed.
“What?”
He obviously didn’t hear me. Kirito’s hand where on the winner’s chest now, under his shirt. He had such a gone look on his face as if his world was turned into a euphoric dimension of lust. I should fucking play the lottery more often…
I grabbed the brunet’s hand. He seemed a little miss taken, completely overwhelmed that I made a pass for him. Maybe if I did something Kirito would notice. He’d notice and come to get me, cum in me. That was taboo. Who ever would lust after their brother like I have?
I leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “Bathroom now.”
I could feel my blood rushing down. It was like a river flowing. I could see it. Winning, being a winner, having everything that I desired. I could see him, his pale skin, things I haven’t seen since our mother had us bathed together. I loved that pale skin.
Grabbing the brunet’s hand I lead him to the bathroom. My eyes caught Kirito, his hand explore the other’s flesh that lay underneath his pants. I wondered if he cared. If he saw? I hoped he cared? I hoped he cared enough to stop me. It didn’t matter though. It really didn’t, for I knew if he found out I’d never be able to see him again.
I shoved the brunet against the bathroom’s wall. Well maybe not shoved; I think Kirito would shove me against a wall if he ever did decide to screw me.
“You want some?” I said going to my knees.
Kirito. I wanted Kirito.
My eyes looked over, the door. No, the refection of the door. There was a mirror to the right of us reflecting.
I take him out of his pants, his length flaccid in my hand.
“Kohta what-”
“Relax.”
I bet Kirito was bigger than this guy. Oh well, if I closed my eyes it could be him. He could be anyone in the world, and here I was hoping he’d be my brother. I licked his head tasting it..salty…different. Would Kirito taste like me? This guy tasted so different. I swirl my tongue over the head and pulled back a moment examining the new sheen to it.
His breathing is so heavy. I opened my mouth, taking him in. I hallow my cheeks and begin to suck, head bobbing. His hand never reached for my hair. I found it odd. Kirito would’ve reached for my hair. He’d fucking would’ve been demanding that I take his full length into my mouth.
“Mmm.”
I hear him moan, and I opened my eyes. It wasn’t Kirito. Eyes opening, the mirror, the door. Darkness. I want them closed. I don’t want this cock in my mouth. I want his.
I hum. This is how it’s done. He’s moaning my name now, voice a little deeper than what I wished. Why couldn’t it be him? I read about this. So many interesting things on the internet.
Gagging, I took too much into me. I backed out sucking more. I wouldn’t mind if it was Kirito’s. Deep throating him would be heaven.
The door creeks open.
“Koh-” I heard the other call.
I opened my eyes looking at him, the painted expression on his face. I continuing sucking even though I don’t care about him. I nearly couldn’t stand it, at least I have a good imagination.
“Sorry.”
My eyes shoot to the mirror. Kirito? He’d walked in with the lotto winner. Was he going to screw him in the bathroom? Are our minds that similar? I could watch.
Wait, he’s leaving. But isn’t it his cock that’s in my mouth? No. I back off, and whipped my lips with the back of my hand.
Shit.
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End comments: Ok so it was totally meant to be that sporadic. Really it was. Part two won’t be as jumpy and will actually be more coherent..and have nice detailed smut.