A Dream Interrupted
Well, I didn't plan to start writing in another fandom but I'm hooked on Mejibray! I do have another Tsuzuku x Koichi idea in mind, but for now I'm going to be working on my Halloween fic. Then, after that's done, I'll see if I feel like writing another fic with these two. My patience for writing fanfiction is pretty low these days so we'll see about that.
Title: A Dream Interrupted
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: Tsuzuku x Koichi
Genre: Bandverse, some humor, smut
Warning/Disclaimer: Contains fingering, mentions of sexual content, and accidentally voyeurism. This is unbetaed. The members of Mejibray do not belong to me.
Rating: R
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: While sleeping on the studio couch, Tsuzuku has a sex dream about Koichi. A dream that everyone, to Koichi's embarrassment, overhears. After getting MiA and Meto to leave, Koichi comes up with his own way to wake Tsuzuku up.
Author's Comment: I started listening to Mejibray last month finally and had this idea one night. I'd planned to write a full sex scene but that just... didn't work. So, I'll have to give these two some time in another fic.
Koichi finished his coffee then glanced at his watch. Almost time to leave for the night. Meto and MiA should have succeeded in waking Tsuzuku up by now. Or had they? Usually it wasn’t too hard to wake him up but he was being especially difficult tonight. Three hours ago, Tsuzuku had announced that he was tired, flopped down on the couch, playfully complained when MiA didn’t let him use his lap as a pillow, then fell asleep. The trio had let him rest until they decided to start packing up. First Koichi then MiA tried getting their sleeping vocalist to open his eyes-with little success. Watching MiA attempting to wake up the uncooperative Tsuzuku had gotten boring so Koichi went to get coffee. He’d been tempted to buy another just to throw the can at Tsuzuku. Maybe that’d work.
He tossed the can into the metal bin then headed back into Mejibray’s studio. “Is Tsu-Meto, what are you doing?” he blinked as he watched Meto crouched in front of the couch, poking the still-napping Tsuzuku in the head with one of his drumsticks. MiA, standing nearby, giggled when Tsuzuku swatted Meto’s drumstick away. He curled into a ball like a disgruntled hedgehog, grumbling in his sleep.
“Stop it… don’t disturb…”
Ignoring that, Meto continued his assault on their vocalist’s head.
Koichi blinked as Tsuzuku actually growled in his sleep. Well, that was different. He smacked at Meto’s hand then shifted into a more comfortable position. “Mm… Koichi…” The bassist’s name left his lips as a soft sigh.
Koichi felt his face turning the same color as MiA’s shirt. Was Tsuzuku really dreaming about fucking him? The part that had liked for Tsuzuku for far too long was curious to know the exact details of his dream. The more rational part that hadn’t dared say anything was mortified that his band mates were present to witness this.
“Apparently he wants to fuck you,” Meto murmured, glancing at the bassist through his curtain of blue hair before turning his attention back to Tsuzuku.
Koichi flushed more.
“He’s been… um…” MiA cast Koichi an embarrassed look. “He started moaning your name after you left and talking about… um…” he trailed off to save Koichi further discomfort. “That’s why Meto’s trying to wake him up. But he’s sleeping too deeply. We’ve shaken him, you’ve seen Meto poking him with the drumstick, I even pulled his hair but he just growls and pushes us away. He really… um… doesn’t want to wake up.”
Koichi brushed his messy pink hair back as he watched Tsuzuku sleeping. “You two go home, I’ll wake him up.” He had a good idea for just how he would get this sleeping beauty to open his eyes.
* * *
Tsuzuku stirred as he felt a warm weight on his lap. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times as he saw a fully clothed Koichi straddling him. “Why aren’t you naked?” he mumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes. Had he been asleep?
“Because you were dreaming.” Koichi leaned forward, planting his hands on Tsuzuku’s chest. His fingers (nails painted electric blue with neon green stripes today) trailed down muscles that could easily be felt through Tsuzuku’s thin t-shirt. He shivered slightly at the feel of those slim fingers on his chest then groaned as Koichi shifted in his lap. Fuck, his sleep-fogged brain was starting to catch up to him and he’d just realized how hard he was. His jeans were uncomfortably tight. He wanted nothing more than to replicate his… apparently dream… of fucking Koichi over his coffee table while the pink-haired bassist screamed his name and begged for more. It wasn’t the first time he’d had dreams like that. It was the first time that someone had been witness to his reaction to the dream though.
Tsuzuku ran his hands up Koichi’s thighs, looking at the man above him. It was surreal to wake up with Koichi on top of him. “I’m not still dreaming, am I?” Either he was still asleep-somehow-or Koichi was really straddling him.
Koichi laughed softly. “Want me to pinch you to prove you’re not?”
Tsuzuku snorted in response. No, he was definitely awake. Koichi yelped in surprise when the vocalist abruptly sat up, grabbing Koichi’s hips and pushing him down so that he was lying on the couch. Soft, pink hair fanned out around his head, lips parting in surprise as he looked up at Tsuzuku. Fuck he was gorgeous. Tsuzuku pushed his knee between Koichi’s thighs to spread his legs then moved between them. He cupped Koichi’s face with one hand and simply studied him for a few moments. A faint blush decorated his cheeks as he watched Tsuzuku looking at him.
“What are-mmf.” Koichi’s question was cut off as Tsuzuku kissed him. His lips were so soft. Koichi immediately returned the kiss, reaching up to bury his fingers in Tsuzuku’s hair. He kept kissing the bassist as he pushed his t-shirt up his chest. Tsuzuku trailed his fingers over the tattoo and soft skin above Koichi’s jeans, smirking against his lips as the bassist shivered under him. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Koichi’s mouth to tangle with his and taste him. Koichi draped one leg over Tsuzuku’s waist, playfully fighting him for dominance before giving in and letting Tsuzuku take control. He turned his head aside when he needed to breathe, panting softly.
Tsuzuku turned Koichi’s face back to him. They really shouldn’t fuck in the studio. But he wanted Koichi. He was so fucking hard and just wanted to bury himself in the beautiful bassist beneath him. He’d never slept with Koichi though and didn’t want to ruin things between them by letting his cock rule his mind. “Here… or wait?” He would give Koichi the choice.
“Here.” Koichi pulled him back into a kiss. He broke it a few moments later, trailing his lips over Tsuzuku’s jaw to whisper in his ear, “MiA and Meto know you want to fuck me. You talked in your sleep.”
“Did I?” Tsuzuku laughed softly as he unzipped Koichi’s tight jeans. “They got an earful, I’m sure.” He moved down the bassist’s body to kiss the black numbers over his left hip. Teasingly, he traced his tongue over the tattoo to feel Koichi shiver in pleasure. “Like that?”
“Yes,” Koichi breathed. He gasped as Tsuzuku rubbed him through his jeans, biting his lip and arching into him. Tsuzuku could feel him getting hard. He smirked, pulling back so he could take off the rest of Koichi’s clothes. For a few moments he just studied the beautiful body presented to him. Until Koichi yanked his shirt up, blinding Tsuzuku with the cloth. “Damn it, are you going to just look at me or are you going to do something?”
Tsuzuku shrugged out of his shirt then pushed Koichi back down on the couch to kiss him again. He trailed his fingers down the bassist’s chest and hip, playfully scraping over his inner thighs. Koichi’s soft moan allowed Tsuzuku access into his mouth again. Koichi fumbled with Tsuzuku’s pants, breaking the kiss so he could reposition. He panted softly as he yanked Tsuzuku’s jeans and boxers off his hips. Both of them were too far-gone to consider the dangers of having sex in the studio. Someone could walk in on them, someone could hear them… none of that mattered now. He kicked his pants off and was about to settle between Koichi’s legs again when he noticed the other man biting his lip, a hesitant look on his face.
“I don’t have lube or anything,” Koichi said, looking up at him.
Tsuzuku smirked. “I do.”
Koichi blinked then shook his head. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Tsuzuku snorted and rolled off of him so he could grab his bag. Maybe he was just a pervert but he liked to be prepared. He dropped lube and a condom onto Koichi’s chest, kissing him as he moved between his legs again. Tsuzuku lubed up his fingers, embarrassed that his hand was actually shaking from need. He wanted Koichi so badly. The bassist spread his legs wider, moaning softly as Tsuzuku thrust the first finger into him. He balanced one hand on Koichi’s thigh as he moved the finger in and out of him. He was impatient, yes, but wanted Koichi to enjoy himself. Tsuzuku moved back up Koichi’s body to kiss him as he pushed the second finger into his bassist. Koichi tangled his fingers in Tsuzuku’s hair, playfully biting the vocalist’s lip before letting his tongue into his mouth. He crooked his fingers experimentally then pulled back from Koichi’s lips. He wanted to see the pleasure on his lover’s face when he hit his prostate. Tsuzuku moved the fingers inside Koichi, smirking as the bassist flushed and let out a loud moan.
“Ah… mm, do that again,” he gasped.
Tsuzuku was only too happy to obey.
* * *
Seeing the train station, MiA patted his pockets for his wallet then froze when he couldn’t feel it. Was it in his bag? He checked but it wasn’t in there either. He stepped aside so he could put his guitar case down and open that, checking to see if his wallet had somehow found its way inside. It wasn’t in the guitar case either. Shit. It must be back at the studio… he sighed and turned back the way he’d come, wondering if Koichi had succeeded in waking up Tsuzuku. Must’ve been awkward if he had given what Tsuzuku had just been dreaming about.
The door to the studio was closed when MiA arrived. Maybe Tsuzuku was awake then and had already left? MiA opened the door, freezing in place as his eyes widened to an impossible size. Tsuzuku was… awake. MiA wished he wasn’t in the brief moment that he saw Tsuzuku and Koichi having sex on the couch. Quickly he averted his eyes, blushing furiously. He saw his wallet on the floor but did he dare retrieve it? Gulping, he looked at the wallet as he tried not to focus on the sounds of skin sliding against the leather couch, the way Koichi tried to muffle his moans, Tsuzuku’s breathy noises of pleasure…
MiA bolted. Once he was out of earshot he slumped back against the wall, holding his heart and shaking. There were no words to describe the mortification of seeing his band mates fucking. He had to get his wallet but he didn’t dare go back there until Tsuzuku and Koichi had left. They might be having more sex up there. How long had this been going on? Koichi had seemed so embarrassed to have Tsuzuku having a sex dream about him and then MiA walked in on them fucking! It made no sense! Groaning, the blonde buried his face in his hands and tried not to think about what he’d seen.
If only it was possible to erase images from his brain.
* * *
“You got the couch dirty,” Koichi whispered into Tsuzuku’s hair, chuckling softly as he hugged the breathless vocalist closer to his body. “Can’t leave until it’s clean.”
Tsuzuku snorted into Koichi’s shoulder. He’d dropped his head there so he could catch his breath, absently tracing over the numbers inked into his lover’s skin as he relaxed against Koichi. “Me? That came from you.” He’d been wearing a condom after all. Koichi hadn’t. So there was no way in hell that Tsuzuku was going to clean the couch.
“You wanted to fuck me.”
“You wanted to do it here,” Tsuzuku retorted, raising his head from Koichi’s shoulder to glower at him.
Koichi huffed softly. He was quiet for a few moments before dropping his hand back to Tsuzuku’s hair. “I’ll wear a sexy outfit and replicate your dream for you this weekend if you clean up.”
Tsuzuku’s response was immediate. “Deal.”
Koichi grinned then pulled him down for a kiss.
They’d have fun this weekend.
Title: A Dream Interrupted
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: Tsuzuku x Koichi
Genre: Bandverse, some humor, smut
Warning/Disclaimer: Contains fingering, mentions of sexual content, and accidentally voyeurism. This is unbetaed. The members of Mejibray do not belong to me.
Rating: R
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: While sleeping on the studio couch, Tsuzuku has a sex dream about Koichi. A dream that everyone, to Koichi's embarrassment, overhears. After getting MiA and Meto to leave, Koichi comes up with his own way to wake Tsuzuku up.
Author's Comment: I started listening to Mejibray last month finally and had this idea one night. I'd planned to write a full sex scene but that just... didn't work. So, I'll have to give these two some time in another fic.
Koichi finished his coffee then glanced at his watch. Almost time to leave for the night. Meto and MiA should have succeeded in waking Tsuzuku up by now. Or had they? Usually it wasn’t too hard to wake him up but he was being especially difficult tonight. Three hours ago, Tsuzuku had announced that he was tired, flopped down on the couch, playfully complained when MiA didn’t let him use his lap as a pillow, then fell asleep. The trio had let him rest until they decided to start packing up. First Koichi then MiA tried getting their sleeping vocalist to open his eyes-with little success. Watching MiA attempting to wake up the uncooperative Tsuzuku had gotten boring so Koichi went to get coffee. He’d been tempted to buy another just to throw the can at Tsuzuku. Maybe that’d work.
He tossed the can into the metal bin then headed back into Mejibray’s studio. “Is Tsu-Meto, what are you doing?” he blinked as he watched Meto crouched in front of the couch, poking the still-napping Tsuzuku in the head with one of his drumsticks. MiA, standing nearby, giggled when Tsuzuku swatted Meto’s drumstick away. He curled into a ball like a disgruntled hedgehog, grumbling in his sleep.
“Stop it… don’t disturb…”
Ignoring that, Meto continued his assault on their vocalist’s head.
Koichi blinked as Tsuzuku actually growled in his sleep. Well, that was different. He smacked at Meto’s hand then shifted into a more comfortable position. “Mm… Koichi…” The bassist’s name left his lips as a soft sigh.
Koichi felt his face turning the same color as MiA’s shirt. Was Tsuzuku really dreaming about fucking him? The part that had liked for Tsuzuku for far too long was curious to know the exact details of his dream. The more rational part that hadn’t dared say anything was mortified that his band mates were present to witness this.
“Apparently he wants to fuck you,” Meto murmured, glancing at the bassist through his curtain of blue hair before turning his attention back to Tsuzuku.
Koichi flushed more.
“He’s been… um…” MiA cast Koichi an embarrassed look. “He started moaning your name after you left and talking about… um…” he trailed off to save Koichi further discomfort. “That’s why Meto’s trying to wake him up. But he’s sleeping too deeply. We’ve shaken him, you’ve seen Meto poking him with the drumstick, I even pulled his hair but he just growls and pushes us away. He really… um… doesn’t want to wake up.”
Koichi brushed his messy pink hair back as he watched Tsuzuku sleeping. “You two go home, I’ll wake him up.” He had a good idea for just how he would get this sleeping beauty to open his eyes.
* * *
Tsuzuku stirred as he felt a warm weight on his lap. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times as he saw a fully clothed Koichi straddling him. “Why aren’t you naked?” he mumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes. Had he been asleep?
“Because you were dreaming.” Koichi leaned forward, planting his hands on Tsuzuku’s chest. His fingers (nails painted electric blue with neon green stripes today) trailed down muscles that could easily be felt through Tsuzuku’s thin t-shirt. He shivered slightly at the feel of those slim fingers on his chest then groaned as Koichi shifted in his lap. Fuck, his sleep-fogged brain was starting to catch up to him and he’d just realized how hard he was. His jeans were uncomfortably tight. He wanted nothing more than to replicate his… apparently dream… of fucking Koichi over his coffee table while the pink-haired bassist screamed his name and begged for more. It wasn’t the first time he’d had dreams like that. It was the first time that someone had been witness to his reaction to the dream though.
Tsuzuku ran his hands up Koichi’s thighs, looking at the man above him. It was surreal to wake up with Koichi on top of him. “I’m not still dreaming, am I?” Either he was still asleep-somehow-or Koichi was really straddling him.
Koichi laughed softly. “Want me to pinch you to prove you’re not?”
Tsuzuku snorted in response. No, he was definitely awake. Koichi yelped in surprise when the vocalist abruptly sat up, grabbing Koichi’s hips and pushing him down so that he was lying on the couch. Soft, pink hair fanned out around his head, lips parting in surprise as he looked up at Tsuzuku. Fuck he was gorgeous. Tsuzuku pushed his knee between Koichi’s thighs to spread his legs then moved between them. He cupped Koichi’s face with one hand and simply studied him for a few moments. A faint blush decorated his cheeks as he watched Tsuzuku looking at him.
“What are-mmf.” Koichi’s question was cut off as Tsuzuku kissed him. His lips were so soft. Koichi immediately returned the kiss, reaching up to bury his fingers in Tsuzuku’s hair. He kept kissing the bassist as he pushed his t-shirt up his chest. Tsuzuku trailed his fingers over the tattoo and soft skin above Koichi’s jeans, smirking against his lips as the bassist shivered under him. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Koichi’s mouth to tangle with his and taste him. Koichi draped one leg over Tsuzuku’s waist, playfully fighting him for dominance before giving in and letting Tsuzuku take control. He turned his head aside when he needed to breathe, panting softly.
Tsuzuku turned Koichi’s face back to him. They really shouldn’t fuck in the studio. But he wanted Koichi. He was so fucking hard and just wanted to bury himself in the beautiful bassist beneath him. He’d never slept with Koichi though and didn’t want to ruin things between them by letting his cock rule his mind. “Here… or wait?” He would give Koichi the choice.
“Here.” Koichi pulled him back into a kiss. He broke it a few moments later, trailing his lips over Tsuzuku’s jaw to whisper in his ear, “MiA and Meto know you want to fuck me. You talked in your sleep.”
“Did I?” Tsuzuku laughed softly as he unzipped Koichi’s tight jeans. “They got an earful, I’m sure.” He moved down the bassist’s body to kiss the black numbers over his left hip. Teasingly, he traced his tongue over the tattoo to feel Koichi shiver in pleasure. “Like that?”
“Yes,” Koichi breathed. He gasped as Tsuzuku rubbed him through his jeans, biting his lip and arching into him. Tsuzuku could feel him getting hard. He smirked, pulling back so he could take off the rest of Koichi’s clothes. For a few moments he just studied the beautiful body presented to him. Until Koichi yanked his shirt up, blinding Tsuzuku with the cloth. “Damn it, are you going to just look at me or are you going to do something?”
Tsuzuku shrugged out of his shirt then pushed Koichi back down on the couch to kiss him again. He trailed his fingers down the bassist’s chest and hip, playfully scraping over his inner thighs. Koichi’s soft moan allowed Tsuzuku access into his mouth again. Koichi fumbled with Tsuzuku’s pants, breaking the kiss so he could reposition. He panted softly as he yanked Tsuzuku’s jeans and boxers off his hips. Both of them were too far-gone to consider the dangers of having sex in the studio. Someone could walk in on them, someone could hear them… none of that mattered now. He kicked his pants off and was about to settle between Koichi’s legs again when he noticed the other man biting his lip, a hesitant look on his face.
“I don’t have lube or anything,” Koichi said, looking up at him.
Tsuzuku smirked. “I do.”
Koichi blinked then shook his head. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Tsuzuku snorted and rolled off of him so he could grab his bag. Maybe he was just a pervert but he liked to be prepared. He dropped lube and a condom onto Koichi’s chest, kissing him as he moved between his legs again. Tsuzuku lubed up his fingers, embarrassed that his hand was actually shaking from need. He wanted Koichi so badly. The bassist spread his legs wider, moaning softly as Tsuzuku thrust the first finger into him. He balanced one hand on Koichi’s thigh as he moved the finger in and out of him. He was impatient, yes, but wanted Koichi to enjoy himself. Tsuzuku moved back up Koichi’s body to kiss him as he pushed the second finger into his bassist. Koichi tangled his fingers in Tsuzuku’s hair, playfully biting the vocalist’s lip before letting his tongue into his mouth. He crooked his fingers experimentally then pulled back from Koichi’s lips. He wanted to see the pleasure on his lover’s face when he hit his prostate. Tsuzuku moved the fingers inside Koichi, smirking as the bassist flushed and let out a loud moan.
“Ah… mm, do that again,” he gasped.
Tsuzuku was only too happy to obey.
* * *
Seeing the train station, MiA patted his pockets for his wallet then froze when he couldn’t feel it. Was it in his bag? He checked but it wasn’t in there either. He stepped aside so he could put his guitar case down and open that, checking to see if his wallet had somehow found its way inside. It wasn’t in the guitar case either. Shit. It must be back at the studio… he sighed and turned back the way he’d come, wondering if Koichi had succeeded in waking up Tsuzuku. Must’ve been awkward if he had given what Tsuzuku had just been dreaming about.
The door to the studio was closed when MiA arrived. Maybe Tsuzuku was awake then and had already left? MiA opened the door, freezing in place as his eyes widened to an impossible size. Tsuzuku was… awake. MiA wished he wasn’t in the brief moment that he saw Tsuzuku and Koichi having sex on the couch. Quickly he averted his eyes, blushing furiously. He saw his wallet on the floor but did he dare retrieve it? Gulping, he looked at the wallet as he tried not to focus on the sounds of skin sliding against the leather couch, the way Koichi tried to muffle his moans, Tsuzuku’s breathy noises of pleasure…
MiA bolted. Once he was out of earshot he slumped back against the wall, holding his heart and shaking. There were no words to describe the mortification of seeing his band mates fucking. He had to get his wallet but he didn’t dare go back there until Tsuzuku and Koichi had left. They might be having more sex up there. How long had this been going on? Koichi had seemed so embarrassed to have Tsuzuku having a sex dream about him and then MiA walked in on them fucking! It made no sense! Groaning, the blonde buried his face in his hands and tried not to think about what he’d seen.
If only it was possible to erase images from his brain.
* * *
“You got the couch dirty,” Koichi whispered into Tsuzuku’s hair, chuckling softly as he hugged the breathless vocalist closer to his body. “Can’t leave until it’s clean.”
Tsuzuku snorted into Koichi’s shoulder. He’d dropped his head there so he could catch his breath, absently tracing over the numbers inked into his lover’s skin as he relaxed against Koichi. “Me? That came from you.” He’d been wearing a condom after all. Koichi hadn’t. So there was no way in hell that Tsuzuku was going to clean the couch.
“You wanted to fuck me.”
“You wanted to do it here,” Tsuzuku retorted, raising his head from Koichi’s shoulder to glower at him.
Koichi huffed softly. He was quiet for a few moments before dropping his hand back to Tsuzuku’s hair. “I’ll wear a sexy outfit and replicate your dream for you this weekend if you clean up.”
Tsuzuku’s response was immediate. “Deal.”
Koichi grinned then pulled him down for a kiss.
They’d have fun this weekend.