Under my nose -ToraxSaga-Pt2/4
Title: Under my nose
Chapters: Pt 2/4
Author:fallen_am_i
Genre: Romance, Dramma,some attempt for humor (?)
Warnings:Boys love, sexual acts between men
Rating: PG-13 to NC - 17, for this one, NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Saga, Shou x Saga (onesided), slight Shou x Hiroto
Synopsis: Onesided love hurts,and Saga tries to find a simple way to forget that pain
Disclaimer: I own the story only...
Coments: A big thank you to themikachu for beta reading :3
Under my nose Pt 2
Calm, yet quick steps sounded on the hotel’s hall. Slow moves from a trembling hand, as the key slid in the keyhole. Two figures stepped in the room. The door closed with a quiet click sound. And that’s where pretending ended. Their coats were already tossed on the floor as they were moving closer to each other. Their breaths were heavy, making their chests go up and down rapidly. There was no holding back anymore. A strong movement, and Saga was pinned hard on the wall, Tora’s knee rubbing a well visible arousal in the other’s pants. The bassist was lost in the wonderful feeling of being touched by another; his eyes closed and his head hit on the wall quite hard. He let out a hiss, but he didn’t care.
“So, you are clumsy even right now?” Tora chuckled.
“Shut up and continue...” Saga exhaled, all words slurred together, as he tried to remain as calm as he could. Tora grinned widely.
“You know, Sagacchi…” He whispered, smiling teasingly “You are in no position to tell me what to do, right?”
And with that, his knee pressed harder on Saga’s arousal, making the shorter man buck his hips. The rough fabrics rubbing there were making it even better. Saga couldn’t hold back a spine-tingling moan but Tora drowned it in a bruised, sloppy kiss.
Saga was hungry for Tora, for touch and release. He surrendered himself willingly to the older man, who was more than satisfied for that. He ran his hands under Saga’s T-shirt, leaving cold trails on his tight stomach. Saga loved it, every single touch, every shiver Tora was sending on his slender body, and he made sure the other man would know that, with his low moans and gasps. The slightest move was a huge pleasure for him and Tora loved being the cause of that. It turned him on even more. Those skilled fingers of his climbed up Saga’s torso, giving soft touches on his already erected nipples. A loud moan made Saga part from the kiss, and the same fingers removed their shirts almost violently, leaving both of them half naked. Their gazes were roaming each other’s body full of lust. They wanted more…
Saga gasped loudly as his naked back was forced against the cold wall; a shiver ran up his spine. They kissed again, engaging their tongues in a fight for domination. Their hands were traveling all over their bodies, to explore and discover each other’s every single secret. Hot. The air around them was hot and short of oxygen. They parted only when the need for air was more than the need for touch. Saga inhaled a large amount of air, panting heavily. Tora liked the display, so much that he felt his pants tighten painfully. The other man noticed it, licked his own lips hungrily, and slipped a hand downwards. Tora hissed in pleasure as the bassist’s delicate fingers unbuttoned his pants and played with the head over his boxers. He moaned loudly as that hand slid under them, touching his soft skin and hard length, pumping it slowly up and down. His breath was shaking and he barely was keeping his eyes open.
“Eager, aren’t we?” The guitarist whispered against those full lips, now deeply red from the abuse. “And you never answered my question… How long have you been without sex, Sagacchi?” With his right hand, he squeezed Saga’s length, to make bolder his question, earning a sudden moan. He smiled in satisfaction.
“A… While…” The bassist answered between pants.
“Hmmm…” Tora started unbuttoning Saga’s trousers while grinding on the other’s hand forcefully. “Let’s make it worth it then, don’t you agree?” He whispered close to the brunette.
Saga whimpered. The way the guitarist spoke, moved, touched him, everything on him. Tora was so hot and sexy, strange that he had never noticed it before. But now was not the time to think about it. His pants were pulled down fast from his body along with his underwear, making him growl at the violent feeling. He stepped out of them quickly and followed the half naked man beside him, who showed him the bed. The bassist lied down completely naked, waiting as Tora stripped himself tantalizingly slow, locking his gaze on the display in front of him. Saga was an eyesore as he was touching himself slightly, stroking his length at an extremely slow pace, a blessed yet torturous move. Legs already spread, eyes half lidded, face flushed and lips open enough to let out those moans of his that were driving the dark-haired man crazy. The only thing Tora wanted was to go to the younger man and pleasure him as much as he could, just so that he could listen to him moaning like that more, screaming out his name. But he was taking his time taking his pants off, playing with the zipper, much to Saga’s annoyance. He wanted to enjoy the sight he had just a bit more. But Saga got impatient.
“Tora…” he whispered between a gasp and a small moan, “L-Lube...”
Tora looked at him in question.
“In the drawer” He pointed with his hand. “And stop playing with that!” Tora purred playfully. “I can make you feel so much better…”
“Then hurry!” Saga growled as he let go of his swollen length and searched for the lube. He let some of the liquid ran onto his fingers, and then he slowly moved his right hand to his lower body, pushing his index finger slightly into his entrance. He twitched a bit at the cold sensation but he loved the way it absorbed his heat when he managed to slide his entire finger inside. He then added a second and locked his eyes on Tora’s lustful gaze, which was following the bassist’s every move.
“You seem to be even slower now…” Saga smirked. “Do you like what you see?”
Tora ignored him; his words couldn’t reach his ears anyway. He was lost in the show the bassist was holding for him, scissoring himself, pushing his fingers in and out slowly, panting silently with shaky breath. He licked his dry lips, imagining he was licking every inch of Saga’s body. Yes, he was stripping slowly on purpose. He loved the younger man being like that, a mess of moans, his eyes pleading Tora in need. Arching his back, asking for more from the guitarist. So gorgeous…
“Ahh… To-Tora…”
Tora felt his blood running cold inside his veins as the younger man called out his name, moaning in pleasure. His pants felt even tighter than before. Frustrated, he pulled them down at once and stayed still, numb in front of Saga’s aroused form. His heart was racing in his chest and his breaths were becoming shorter and shorter.
“What?” Saga grinned in pleasure, arousing the guitarist even more. “Tired of being slow?”
Tora stepped closer and climbed on the bed, next to Saga. He let his eyes wonder over the bassist’s firm body, his fingers leaving their trails on the brunette’s lips. He wanted so much to feel him and his tight heat, but he resisted the temptation so that he could watch him like this a little bit longer.
Saga continued fingering himself with slow moves. It felt so nice, yet he longed for the guitarist to get inside him. With eyes closed, he shivered every time Tora’s hands traveled on him, trying to guess the sinful thoughts the tiger had in his mind. The older man leaned down, sinking his head on Saga’s neck, sucking the soft skin and giving it small bites. The gasps and moans he earned made him move even lower, brushing his lips on the flesh, lost in an ecstasy he’d never felt before. His slick tongue touched the tip of a nipple, drawing wet circles around it. Saga twitched and arched his back, sliding his finger deeper in his hole. On his sweetest spot.
“Ahhh… Tora… Please…”
His voice melted any sanity that was left on Tora’s mind and he stopped teasing. With quick, harsh moves, Tora stepped out of his boxers and let some lube on his neglected member. He kneeled between Saga, kissing his stomach roughly, licking it anywhere he could. His trembling hands removed Saga’s fingers out of his hole, making the brunette whimper at the loss. The kisses stopped as he raised his body and positioned himself on the tight entrance, giving a final stare at the bassist under him. Saga gulped. He was stressed. It’s sure been long since his last time, but he was remembering clearly that it hurt like hell, not to mention what was going to happen after two years with no sex. He locked his eyes with the tiger’s, whose were mirroring hidden promises. He smiled. There was no place for stress; he wanted this. With a small move of his head, Saga nodded in approval. Tora smiled when the bassist gave him the sign to begin his ministration, he couldn’t wait for any longer.
“I want you so bad…” He whispered.
The temptation of forcing himself into Saga was big for the dark-haired guitarist, as he started feeling how tight his bandmate was, but he resisted his urge of being rough. Instead he was careful at every small thrust he did, ready to stop at the slight expression of pain in Saga’s features. After a few thrusts, he was finally inside him. He hissed in pleasure, it was so hot around him, so tight indeed. He stopped every move, waiting for Saga to adjust to the new situation. It was rather painful for him, as his growls showed, and that worried Tora, who leaned down to capture Saga’s lips on soothing kisses.
“Relax…” He whispered, caressing Saga’s soft hair. “Stress is not going to help…”
Saga nodded, taking large breaths as he was trying to calm down, but what helped him finally was the sight of the man above him, waiting patiently and ready to satisfy any fantasy Saga had. A sight he would be able to see only this once. Slowly, his hands climbed up Tora’s knees and continued their journey up the dark-haired man’s hips, earning a small laugh as he squeezed softly his ass. After a mental countdown, Saga gave him the signal to continue. The older man smiled in satisfaction and started thrusting inside him slowly at the beginning. He didn’t want to hurt the bassist anymore, plus, it felt so damn good, sliding inside him so painfully slow... Tora could feel every tiny muscle inside Saga clenching around him, sending small pressure to his length he so much enjoyed. When Saga started bucking his hips, Tora started thrusting quicker too. The harder he was thrusting, the more sounds of pleasure he was gaining from Saga. And Tora loved the younger man like that. He surely knew how sexy could Saga become when he wanted to, but that was different. He was not performing on a live, doing all that teasing stuff with his bass or the other members. He was sexy in a different way. He was his plain self, a mess of moans and sweat.
The guitarist made sure to make those moans louder, placing kisses and bites wherever his mouth could reach. Saga’s skin was so soft and pale; he couldn’t resist the idea of painting it with deep red marks. Saga hissed in pain and then in pleasure, as Tora was soothing every mark he was making. In need for more, the bassist spread his legs and circled them around Tora, adding more force in his thrusts. He wanted him deeper, faster, harder. So that only Tora and his ministrations would dominate his mind.
“Ahh! Tora… There…”
Shiver ran through allover Tora’s sweating body as the boy under him was screaming his name, begging for more pleasure. There was that wonderful feeling coming again, that tickling pressure in his stomach, sending pleasure throughout in his entire body. He knew he was close, and the same seemed to be for Saga. The bassist whimpered every time Tora was brushing his weak spot, his body was trembling as he was coming closer to his release, struggling to stand it some more. Tora quickened his thrusts, now hitting Saga’s prostate hard. Both of them were losing it, moaning shamelessly as the mattress was cringing dangerously, their shouting voices filling the room. Tora leaned in to silent Saga’s lips in a bruised kiss, making the other man grunt in frustration. He wanted to scream his feelings out loud, to let the entire hotel hear his great orgasm. He had missed times like this so much, and Tora was definitely the best choice to remember it.
Saga’s sweating hand grabbed and led Tora’s one to his aching member but Tora chose to ignore it, much to Saga’s disappointment. He let out complaining sounds, to let the other man know that he was not pleased at all. Tora merely smirked, his lips now reaching Saga’s ear.
“Let me hear it…” He purred, licking the earlobe lustily. “Tell me what you want me to do, Sagacchi…”
Saga choked lightly, grabbed Tora’s hand harder than before and moved it again on his length. Pleasure or not, his length wanted attention too and he couldn’t stand to ignore it.
“Please… Touch me… I am… c-close…”
A moan of satisfaction sounded around the room as Tora’s skilled fingers finally circled around Saga’s member. A moan that made the dark-haired man thrust like mad inside him. It was so good; everything about the brunette was driving him crazy. And he still couldn’t believe what they were doing! They’ve known each other for two years! How could the airhead, the lost in his own world guy, Saga possibly be the same as the hot man under him? How came he never noticed that side of the bassist till now? But it didn’t matter. He was pleasing Saga so much, making him scream for him and only him. And that was more than enough.
“Tora! I’m… Nghhh”
His mouth was shut in a violent kiss, devouring all the shouts the bassist wanted to display. His tongue now feeling Tora’s one exploring his wet cavern. Tora’s hand was working Saga’s length fast, following the rhythm he was thrusting inside him.
“Come on Saga…” Tora panted on Saga’s lips. “Come for me…”
And that was what Saga needed. A final thrust, along with a loud scream of Tora’s name, and he released on the bed and on Tora’s still pumping hand. The tight friction around the guitarist as Saga was living his orgasm drove the man insane and soon after he released inside Saga with loud growls that contained the bassist’s name.
It was the best. Yes, Saga was sure about that. He was never that satisfied before, something that his wild screams proved to both of them. He was still trying to find his breath when Tora finally pulled out of him, collapsing by his side.
“That was…” Tora exhaled loudly, a smile betraying his satisfaction.
“Yeah… It was...”
They looked at each other, trying to find the word that was missing. Great? Fantastic? Awesome? None of them worked. It was something more than all of these, something that common words couldn’t describe it. They kept staring, the need for one more of those kisses they shared that night dominating both of them, as they leaned closer. And then they stopped, giving awkward smiles and blushes to each other as they separated before their lips could touch.
“Oh!” Saga suddenly remembered, changing the subject, “What time is it?”
Tora glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
“It’s 5a.m.”
“Shit!” Saga jumped up, his body tensing up again. “We have that sightseeing trip tomorrow! And I need a shower!”
He was ready to stand up, rampaging Tora’s room in search for his randomly scattered clothes, when the guitarist held him down.
“Slow down!” He said coolly. “You can use my shower before you go back to your room…” He proposed.
“Oh, Tora, thank you!” Saga smiled dumbly at the dark haired man, who enjoyed that clumsy side of the bassist as much as his sensual one.
And then silence. They turned away, avoiding staring at each other. Both of them wanted to talk, to say even something silly. But none started, and soon they ended up wrapped in an awkward atmosphere.
“Uhmm…” Saga finally started, scratching nervously his head. “About… All this…”
He showed the dirty bed sheets and their naked bodies. “Well… I…”
“It’s alright…” Tora cut him, pulling him out of this difficult situation. “Nothing is going to change between us… Although it was too good to forget the night…” He gave Saga a wink. The bassist suppressed a blush and that seemed odd to him, blushing now, after what had happened.
“Good…” He let a shy smile form in his lips. He would never tell Tora that, but he was not going to forget that night easily either.
“Now, go bathe yourself! I need to use it too, after you of course…”
Saga stood up and chuckled, throwing a pillow at Tora, as the taller man whistled, staring intently at Saga’s naked figure. He stepped in the bathroom, relieved that Tora had no problem with what had happened. He let the hot water run along his tired body, washing away the proof from the special night he had, but the memories remained in his mind, for him and only him. He was happy. He finally managed to relax after so long, to forget about Shou for at least a few hours. Plus he lived something he would remember for a long time, he was sure about that…
He smiled shyly at himself in the mirror as he stepped out, clean and ready for a good sleep.
*****
“Wake up you sleepy head!” Nao’s voice was piercing Saga’s ears badly, along with the bangs on the door. “It’s time for our trip around town!”
“Can’t you just leave without me?” Saga growled from under his blanket. Nao was sounding so happy and hyper; it was getting on his nerves.
“Open. The. Door. Now.” Nao was dead serious. Saga shrugged. With sleepy movements he stood up, rubbing his eyes. He shivered. The room was too cold... Or it was the fact that he slept with just his boxers, as he concluded when he checked at the mirror. He quickly put on a clean T-shirt and opened the door, greeting Nao with a nod of his head. The drummer stepped inside holding back a small laugh as he stared at his bassist. Saga was a mess! Eyes blury and slightly open, enough to get a quick glance on the things around him, his hair messy and a bit damp. He could barely stand up, his knees were visibly shaking.
“You are evil Nao, I swear!” The brunette complained with husky voice as he closed the door.
Nao’s grin widened teasingly.
“No, I am kind enough to let you sleep two more hours, delaying our trip!”
Saga glanced at the clock on the nightstand, Nao was speaking the truth. He felt bad about it. Their leader had only two rules; one, cooperation, and two, no delays on anything planned. He pouted shyly, pointing at Nao to sit down.
“Sorry Nao…” He rubbed his head uncomfortably but the drummer just smiled.
“Nah, I was expecting that… We returned really late yesterday… Although we woke up earlier than Tora and you!” He teased the bassist. “He isn’t even listening to the door! Did you two have a hangover yesterday?” Nao laughed.
“No!” Saga twitched nervously, and then he forced himself to cool down. “No… He brought me here and then I fell asleep…”
“Oh…” Nao sat on the bedside, waiting for Saga to crawl back in the warmth of his blanket. And that’s what the younger did moments later. With slow, careful moves, he leaned and climbed on the bed, trying to make himself comfortable. Hot night or not, his butt still hurt like hell.
“Saga?” The drummer asked hesitantly. “Did you hurt anywhere yesterday?”
For one more time the bassist was bathing in cold sweat. One thing was sure; Nao knew how to make the right questions at the wrong moments. Saga chuckled nervously.
“Uh, you know how I am when I get drunk… I tripped and fell on the stairs… It’s not something serious!” He rushed to answer when Nao’s eyes widened in worry. “I’ll be fine in a couple days…” He tried to look persuasive and Nao seemed to believe him, but he definitely was not happy.
“That’s why I keep telling you to stop drinking…”
Saga snorted at his accusing look.
“You are not here to argue with me over that, right?”
“No…” Nao softened his gaze, now care was painted inside it. “I came to see how you feel…”
Saga’s chocolate eyes darkened and lost their shine and his smile disappeared. All that steamy and pleasurable night he had with Tora seemed to blur in his mind. Other images took its place, Shou holding Hiroto, kissing him like he would never do with him, even in lives. He lowered his face frustrated, holding it between his hands.
“Let’s… drop the subject…” For a few moments he stayed still, focusing at a blank spot on the wall, making Nao regretting for asking. Then he pressed a smile at the edge of his lips. He stood up, grunting in pain a bit and grabbed a pair of jeans from his suitcase. “Let’s not delay our trip anymore. Go wake Tora up -again- and I’ll go find the others.”
He started dressing, slipping his right leg into the clothes, but Nao’s hand stopped him.
“You don’t have to come along if you don’t feel well… You can stay here…”
Saga turned to him, thanking him inwardly for all that care the older man was showing to him. He pulled the drummer’s hand away gently.
“Stop worrying so much!” he chuckled. “I just need to accept some things… I might need time, but that’s all…”
Nao laughed.
“They’re in the dining room…” Nao pointed downstairs as he reached the door. “I’m going to get the other sleepy head and I’ll meet you there!”
Saga nodded. As he heard the door closing behind Nao, he let a sigh. He didn’t care for the trip at all; he would prefer staying locked up in his room. But his curiosity was bigger than his desire for loneliness. Deep inside him, he wanted to believe that Shou’s and Hiroto’s kiss was just a moment, like the night he himself had with Tora, and he wanted to see if it was like that. Plus, he didn’t want to make Tora feel awkward with his absence, that something was wrong between them. A laugh escaped his mouth at the thought of the last night, along with a shiver in his stomach. Tora gave him some precious moments of freedom and it really felt so good… So… Not this again, he thought, shaking his head. He mentally slapped himself as he closed the door and left the room.
By the time he reached the table the other two were sharing, he could feel something was odd in the atmosphere around him. Both guys were their usual selves, Shou all sweet, sleepy smiles and Hiroto drinking his coffee to gain back the energy sleep took away from him. They greeted Saga the same way they used to always do, happily and full of jokes. But it was there. That small detail that was changing everything. The distance between them, the shy, secret stares, the confused grins. They didn’t even help each other reaching things on the table, asking instead for Saga to help. Were they embarrassed for what happened? Were they hating it? Would they return to their
old friendly state? Or would they move on, to something more? He grimaced at the thought. He wouldn’t dare to imagine this. It was hurting enough already as it was… He kept looking at them, avoiding everything, talk and contact. And then a new image dominated his mind. An image of him and Tora. What if they would be like that too? What if the last night was a big mistake? What if they couldn’t talk like good friends anymore? The thought stressed him, he shook his head trying to erase the image away. No, he kept repeating in his mind. Everything would be fine. Tora told him that nothing would change between them, and it would be just like that. Right?
“Saga? Is everything fine?”
The bassist jumped, waking up from his thoughts. Both Shou and Hiroto were staring at him full of curiosity. He opened his mouth to speak when a hand drew his attention. A hand that patted his shoulder friendly and rested there.
“Good morning!” Tora said to all of them and then he leaned closer to Saga. A warm smile was drawn in his face. “How about some coffee?” He asked winking amused.
Saga nodded, he couldn’t resist the wide grin that appeared on his lips as Tora was moving away to get them coffee. And then he remembered he still had an answer to give. He turned at the men opposite to him, with relief in his features.
“I am fine!” He said full of energy. His gaze caught Tora, with two caps of hot coffee in his hands and that friendly expression still in his face as the guitarist looked back at him. “I’m fine…”
t.b.c.
So Pt 2 is finaly up...This one tortured me a bit,i was ill with loads of blankets over me and coughing like mad, but it's here! ^-^
Comments are allways appreciated... :3
Chapters: Pt 2/4
Author:fallen_am_i
Genre: Romance, Dramma,some attempt for humor (?)
Warnings:Boys love, sexual acts between men
Rating: PG-13 to NC - 17, for this one, NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Saga, Shou x Saga (onesided), slight Shou x Hiroto
Synopsis: Onesided love hurts,and Saga tries to find a simple way to forget that pain
Disclaimer: I own the story only...
Coments: A big thank you to themikachu for beta reading :3
Under my nose Pt 2
Calm, yet quick steps sounded on the hotel’s hall. Slow moves from a trembling hand, as the key slid in the keyhole. Two figures stepped in the room. The door closed with a quiet click sound. And that’s where pretending ended. Their coats were already tossed on the floor as they were moving closer to each other. Their breaths were heavy, making their chests go up and down rapidly. There was no holding back anymore. A strong movement, and Saga was pinned hard on the wall, Tora’s knee rubbing a well visible arousal in the other’s pants. The bassist was lost in the wonderful feeling of being touched by another; his eyes closed and his head hit on the wall quite hard. He let out a hiss, but he didn’t care.
“So, you are clumsy even right now?” Tora chuckled.
“Shut up and continue...” Saga exhaled, all words slurred together, as he tried to remain as calm as he could. Tora grinned widely.
“You know, Sagacchi…” He whispered, smiling teasingly “You are in no position to tell me what to do, right?”
And with that, his knee pressed harder on Saga’s arousal, making the shorter man buck his hips. The rough fabrics rubbing there were making it even better. Saga couldn’t hold back a spine-tingling moan but Tora drowned it in a bruised, sloppy kiss.
Saga was hungry for Tora, for touch and release. He surrendered himself willingly to the older man, who was more than satisfied for that. He ran his hands under Saga’s T-shirt, leaving cold trails on his tight stomach. Saga loved it, every single touch, every shiver Tora was sending on his slender body, and he made sure the other man would know that, with his low moans and gasps. The slightest move was a huge pleasure for him and Tora loved being the cause of that. It turned him on even more. Those skilled fingers of his climbed up Saga’s torso, giving soft touches on his already erected nipples. A loud moan made Saga part from the kiss, and the same fingers removed their shirts almost violently, leaving both of them half naked. Their gazes were roaming each other’s body full of lust. They wanted more…
Saga gasped loudly as his naked back was forced against the cold wall; a shiver ran up his spine. They kissed again, engaging their tongues in a fight for domination. Their hands were traveling all over their bodies, to explore and discover each other’s every single secret. Hot. The air around them was hot and short of oxygen. They parted only when the need for air was more than the need for touch. Saga inhaled a large amount of air, panting heavily. Tora liked the display, so much that he felt his pants tighten painfully. The other man noticed it, licked his own lips hungrily, and slipped a hand downwards. Tora hissed in pleasure as the bassist’s delicate fingers unbuttoned his pants and played with the head over his boxers. He moaned loudly as that hand slid under them, touching his soft skin and hard length, pumping it slowly up and down. His breath was shaking and he barely was keeping his eyes open.
“Eager, aren’t we?” The guitarist whispered against those full lips, now deeply red from the abuse. “And you never answered my question… How long have you been without sex, Sagacchi?” With his right hand, he squeezed Saga’s length, to make bolder his question, earning a sudden moan. He smiled in satisfaction.
“A… While…” The bassist answered between pants.
“Hmmm…” Tora started unbuttoning Saga’s trousers while grinding on the other’s hand forcefully. “Let’s make it worth it then, don’t you agree?” He whispered close to the brunette.
Saga whimpered. The way the guitarist spoke, moved, touched him, everything on him. Tora was so hot and sexy, strange that he had never noticed it before. But now was not the time to think about it. His pants were pulled down fast from his body along with his underwear, making him growl at the violent feeling. He stepped out of them quickly and followed the half naked man beside him, who showed him the bed. The bassist lied down completely naked, waiting as Tora stripped himself tantalizingly slow, locking his gaze on the display in front of him. Saga was an eyesore as he was touching himself slightly, stroking his length at an extremely slow pace, a blessed yet torturous move. Legs already spread, eyes half lidded, face flushed and lips open enough to let out those moans of his that were driving the dark-haired man crazy. The only thing Tora wanted was to go to the younger man and pleasure him as much as he could, just so that he could listen to him moaning like that more, screaming out his name. But he was taking his time taking his pants off, playing with the zipper, much to Saga’s annoyance. He wanted to enjoy the sight he had just a bit more. But Saga got impatient.
“Tora…” he whispered between a gasp and a small moan, “L-Lube...”
Tora looked at him in question.
“In the drawer” He pointed with his hand. “And stop playing with that!” Tora purred playfully. “I can make you feel so much better…”
“Then hurry!” Saga growled as he let go of his swollen length and searched for the lube. He let some of the liquid ran onto his fingers, and then he slowly moved his right hand to his lower body, pushing his index finger slightly into his entrance. He twitched a bit at the cold sensation but he loved the way it absorbed his heat when he managed to slide his entire finger inside. He then added a second and locked his eyes on Tora’s lustful gaze, which was following the bassist’s every move.
“You seem to be even slower now…” Saga smirked. “Do you like what you see?”
Tora ignored him; his words couldn’t reach his ears anyway. He was lost in the show the bassist was holding for him, scissoring himself, pushing his fingers in and out slowly, panting silently with shaky breath. He licked his dry lips, imagining he was licking every inch of Saga’s body. Yes, he was stripping slowly on purpose. He loved the younger man being like that, a mess of moans, his eyes pleading Tora in need. Arching his back, asking for more from the guitarist. So gorgeous…
“Ahh… To-Tora…”
Tora felt his blood running cold inside his veins as the younger man called out his name, moaning in pleasure. His pants felt even tighter than before. Frustrated, he pulled them down at once and stayed still, numb in front of Saga’s aroused form. His heart was racing in his chest and his breaths were becoming shorter and shorter.
“What?” Saga grinned in pleasure, arousing the guitarist even more. “Tired of being slow?”
Tora stepped closer and climbed on the bed, next to Saga. He let his eyes wonder over the bassist’s firm body, his fingers leaving their trails on the brunette’s lips. He wanted so much to feel him and his tight heat, but he resisted the temptation so that he could watch him like this a little bit longer.
Saga continued fingering himself with slow moves. It felt so nice, yet he longed for the guitarist to get inside him. With eyes closed, he shivered every time Tora’s hands traveled on him, trying to guess the sinful thoughts the tiger had in his mind. The older man leaned down, sinking his head on Saga’s neck, sucking the soft skin and giving it small bites. The gasps and moans he earned made him move even lower, brushing his lips on the flesh, lost in an ecstasy he’d never felt before. His slick tongue touched the tip of a nipple, drawing wet circles around it. Saga twitched and arched his back, sliding his finger deeper in his hole. On his sweetest spot.
“Ahhh… Tora… Please…”
His voice melted any sanity that was left on Tora’s mind and he stopped teasing. With quick, harsh moves, Tora stepped out of his boxers and let some lube on his neglected member. He kneeled between Saga, kissing his stomach roughly, licking it anywhere he could. His trembling hands removed Saga’s fingers out of his hole, making the brunette whimper at the loss. The kisses stopped as he raised his body and positioned himself on the tight entrance, giving a final stare at the bassist under him. Saga gulped. He was stressed. It’s sure been long since his last time, but he was remembering clearly that it hurt like hell, not to mention what was going to happen after two years with no sex. He locked his eyes with the tiger’s, whose were mirroring hidden promises. He smiled. There was no place for stress; he wanted this. With a small move of his head, Saga nodded in approval. Tora smiled when the bassist gave him the sign to begin his ministration, he couldn’t wait for any longer.
“I want you so bad…” He whispered.
The temptation of forcing himself into Saga was big for the dark-haired guitarist, as he started feeling how tight his bandmate was, but he resisted his urge of being rough. Instead he was careful at every small thrust he did, ready to stop at the slight expression of pain in Saga’s features. After a few thrusts, he was finally inside him. He hissed in pleasure, it was so hot around him, so tight indeed. He stopped every move, waiting for Saga to adjust to the new situation. It was rather painful for him, as his growls showed, and that worried Tora, who leaned down to capture Saga’s lips on soothing kisses.
“Relax…” He whispered, caressing Saga’s soft hair. “Stress is not going to help…”
Saga nodded, taking large breaths as he was trying to calm down, but what helped him finally was the sight of the man above him, waiting patiently and ready to satisfy any fantasy Saga had. A sight he would be able to see only this once. Slowly, his hands climbed up Tora’s knees and continued their journey up the dark-haired man’s hips, earning a small laugh as he squeezed softly his ass. After a mental countdown, Saga gave him the signal to continue. The older man smiled in satisfaction and started thrusting inside him slowly at the beginning. He didn’t want to hurt the bassist anymore, plus, it felt so damn good, sliding inside him so painfully slow... Tora could feel every tiny muscle inside Saga clenching around him, sending small pressure to his length he so much enjoyed. When Saga started bucking his hips, Tora started thrusting quicker too. The harder he was thrusting, the more sounds of pleasure he was gaining from Saga. And Tora loved the younger man like that. He surely knew how sexy could Saga become when he wanted to, but that was different. He was not performing on a live, doing all that teasing stuff with his bass or the other members. He was sexy in a different way. He was his plain self, a mess of moans and sweat.
The guitarist made sure to make those moans louder, placing kisses and bites wherever his mouth could reach. Saga’s skin was so soft and pale; he couldn’t resist the idea of painting it with deep red marks. Saga hissed in pain and then in pleasure, as Tora was soothing every mark he was making. In need for more, the bassist spread his legs and circled them around Tora, adding more force in his thrusts. He wanted him deeper, faster, harder. So that only Tora and his ministrations would dominate his mind.
“Ahh! Tora… There…”
Shiver ran through allover Tora’s sweating body as the boy under him was screaming his name, begging for more pleasure. There was that wonderful feeling coming again, that tickling pressure in his stomach, sending pleasure throughout in his entire body. He knew he was close, and the same seemed to be for Saga. The bassist whimpered every time Tora was brushing his weak spot, his body was trembling as he was coming closer to his release, struggling to stand it some more. Tora quickened his thrusts, now hitting Saga’s prostate hard. Both of them were losing it, moaning shamelessly as the mattress was cringing dangerously, their shouting voices filling the room. Tora leaned in to silent Saga’s lips in a bruised kiss, making the other man grunt in frustration. He wanted to scream his feelings out loud, to let the entire hotel hear his great orgasm. He had missed times like this so much, and Tora was definitely the best choice to remember it.
Saga’s sweating hand grabbed and led Tora’s one to his aching member but Tora chose to ignore it, much to Saga’s disappointment. He let out complaining sounds, to let the other man know that he was not pleased at all. Tora merely smirked, his lips now reaching Saga’s ear.
“Let me hear it…” He purred, licking the earlobe lustily. “Tell me what you want me to do, Sagacchi…”
Saga choked lightly, grabbed Tora’s hand harder than before and moved it again on his length. Pleasure or not, his length wanted attention too and he couldn’t stand to ignore it.
“Please… Touch me… I am… c-close…”
A moan of satisfaction sounded around the room as Tora’s skilled fingers finally circled around Saga’s member. A moan that made the dark-haired man thrust like mad inside him. It was so good; everything about the brunette was driving him crazy. And he still couldn’t believe what they were doing! They’ve known each other for two years! How could the airhead, the lost in his own world guy, Saga possibly be the same as the hot man under him? How came he never noticed that side of the bassist till now? But it didn’t matter. He was pleasing Saga so much, making him scream for him and only him. And that was more than enough.
“Tora! I’m… Nghhh”
His mouth was shut in a violent kiss, devouring all the shouts the bassist wanted to display. His tongue now feeling Tora’s one exploring his wet cavern. Tora’s hand was working Saga’s length fast, following the rhythm he was thrusting inside him.
“Come on Saga…” Tora panted on Saga’s lips. “Come for me…”
And that was what Saga needed. A final thrust, along with a loud scream of Tora’s name, and he released on the bed and on Tora’s still pumping hand. The tight friction around the guitarist as Saga was living his orgasm drove the man insane and soon after he released inside Saga with loud growls that contained the bassist’s name.
It was the best. Yes, Saga was sure about that. He was never that satisfied before, something that his wild screams proved to both of them. He was still trying to find his breath when Tora finally pulled out of him, collapsing by his side.
“That was…” Tora exhaled loudly, a smile betraying his satisfaction.
“Yeah… It was...”
They looked at each other, trying to find the word that was missing. Great? Fantastic? Awesome? None of them worked. It was something more than all of these, something that common words couldn’t describe it. They kept staring, the need for one more of those kisses they shared that night dominating both of them, as they leaned closer. And then they stopped, giving awkward smiles and blushes to each other as they separated before their lips could touch.
“Oh!” Saga suddenly remembered, changing the subject, “What time is it?”
Tora glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
“It’s 5a.m.”
“Shit!” Saga jumped up, his body tensing up again. “We have that sightseeing trip tomorrow! And I need a shower!”
He was ready to stand up, rampaging Tora’s room in search for his randomly scattered clothes, when the guitarist held him down.
“Slow down!” He said coolly. “You can use my shower before you go back to your room…” He proposed.
“Oh, Tora, thank you!” Saga smiled dumbly at the dark haired man, who enjoyed that clumsy side of the bassist as much as his sensual one.
And then silence. They turned away, avoiding staring at each other. Both of them wanted to talk, to say even something silly. But none started, and soon they ended up wrapped in an awkward atmosphere.
“Uhmm…” Saga finally started, scratching nervously his head. “About… All this…”
He showed the dirty bed sheets and their naked bodies. “Well… I…”
“It’s alright…” Tora cut him, pulling him out of this difficult situation. “Nothing is going to change between us… Although it was too good to forget the night…” He gave Saga a wink. The bassist suppressed a blush and that seemed odd to him, blushing now, after what had happened.
“Good…” He let a shy smile form in his lips. He would never tell Tora that, but he was not going to forget that night easily either.
“Now, go bathe yourself! I need to use it too, after you of course…”
Saga stood up and chuckled, throwing a pillow at Tora, as the taller man whistled, staring intently at Saga’s naked figure. He stepped in the bathroom, relieved that Tora had no problem with what had happened. He let the hot water run along his tired body, washing away the proof from the special night he had, but the memories remained in his mind, for him and only him. He was happy. He finally managed to relax after so long, to forget about Shou for at least a few hours. Plus he lived something he would remember for a long time, he was sure about that…
He smiled shyly at himself in the mirror as he stepped out, clean and ready for a good sleep.
*****
“Wake up you sleepy head!” Nao’s voice was piercing Saga’s ears badly, along with the bangs on the door. “It’s time for our trip around town!”
“Can’t you just leave without me?” Saga growled from under his blanket. Nao was sounding so happy and hyper; it was getting on his nerves.
“Open. The. Door. Now.” Nao was dead serious. Saga shrugged. With sleepy movements he stood up, rubbing his eyes. He shivered. The room was too cold... Or it was the fact that he slept with just his boxers, as he concluded when he checked at the mirror. He quickly put on a clean T-shirt and opened the door, greeting Nao with a nod of his head. The drummer stepped inside holding back a small laugh as he stared at his bassist. Saga was a mess! Eyes blury and slightly open, enough to get a quick glance on the things around him, his hair messy and a bit damp. He could barely stand up, his knees were visibly shaking.
“You are evil Nao, I swear!” The brunette complained with husky voice as he closed the door.
Nao’s grin widened teasingly.
“No, I am kind enough to let you sleep two more hours, delaying our trip!”
Saga glanced at the clock on the nightstand, Nao was speaking the truth. He felt bad about it. Their leader had only two rules; one, cooperation, and two, no delays on anything planned. He pouted shyly, pointing at Nao to sit down.
“Sorry Nao…” He rubbed his head uncomfortably but the drummer just smiled.
“Nah, I was expecting that… We returned really late yesterday… Although we woke up earlier than Tora and you!” He teased the bassist. “He isn’t even listening to the door! Did you two have a hangover yesterday?” Nao laughed.
“No!” Saga twitched nervously, and then he forced himself to cool down. “No… He brought me here and then I fell asleep…”
“Oh…” Nao sat on the bedside, waiting for Saga to crawl back in the warmth of his blanket. And that’s what the younger did moments later. With slow, careful moves, he leaned and climbed on the bed, trying to make himself comfortable. Hot night or not, his butt still hurt like hell.
“Saga?” The drummer asked hesitantly. “Did you hurt anywhere yesterday?”
For one more time the bassist was bathing in cold sweat. One thing was sure; Nao knew how to make the right questions at the wrong moments. Saga chuckled nervously.
“Uh, you know how I am when I get drunk… I tripped and fell on the stairs… It’s not something serious!” He rushed to answer when Nao’s eyes widened in worry. “I’ll be fine in a couple days…” He tried to look persuasive and Nao seemed to believe him, but he definitely was not happy.
“That’s why I keep telling you to stop drinking…”
Saga snorted at his accusing look.
“You are not here to argue with me over that, right?”
“No…” Nao softened his gaze, now care was painted inside it. “I came to see how you feel…”
Saga’s chocolate eyes darkened and lost their shine and his smile disappeared. All that steamy and pleasurable night he had with Tora seemed to blur in his mind. Other images took its place, Shou holding Hiroto, kissing him like he would never do with him, even in lives. He lowered his face frustrated, holding it between his hands.
“Let’s… drop the subject…” For a few moments he stayed still, focusing at a blank spot on the wall, making Nao regretting for asking. Then he pressed a smile at the edge of his lips. He stood up, grunting in pain a bit and grabbed a pair of jeans from his suitcase. “Let’s not delay our trip anymore. Go wake Tora up -again- and I’ll go find the others.”
He started dressing, slipping his right leg into the clothes, but Nao’s hand stopped him.
“You don’t have to come along if you don’t feel well… You can stay here…”
Saga turned to him, thanking him inwardly for all that care the older man was showing to him. He pulled the drummer’s hand away gently.
“Stop worrying so much!” he chuckled. “I just need to accept some things… I might need time, but that’s all…”
Nao laughed.
“They’re in the dining room…” Nao pointed downstairs as he reached the door. “I’m going to get the other sleepy head and I’ll meet you there!”
Saga nodded. As he heard the door closing behind Nao, he let a sigh. He didn’t care for the trip at all; he would prefer staying locked up in his room. But his curiosity was bigger than his desire for loneliness. Deep inside him, he wanted to believe that Shou’s and Hiroto’s kiss was just a moment, like the night he himself had with Tora, and he wanted to see if it was like that. Plus, he didn’t want to make Tora feel awkward with his absence, that something was wrong between them. A laugh escaped his mouth at the thought of the last night, along with a shiver in his stomach. Tora gave him some precious moments of freedom and it really felt so good… So… Not this again, he thought, shaking his head. He mentally slapped himself as he closed the door and left the room.
By the time he reached the table the other two were sharing, he could feel something was odd in the atmosphere around him. Both guys were their usual selves, Shou all sweet, sleepy smiles and Hiroto drinking his coffee to gain back the energy sleep took away from him. They greeted Saga the same way they used to always do, happily and full of jokes. But it was there. That small detail that was changing everything. The distance between them, the shy, secret stares, the confused grins. They didn’t even help each other reaching things on the table, asking instead for Saga to help. Were they embarrassed for what happened? Were they hating it? Would they return to their
old friendly state? Or would they move on, to something more? He grimaced at the thought. He wouldn’t dare to imagine this. It was hurting enough already as it was… He kept looking at them, avoiding everything, talk and contact. And then a new image dominated his mind. An image of him and Tora. What if they would be like that too? What if the last night was a big mistake? What if they couldn’t talk like good friends anymore? The thought stressed him, he shook his head trying to erase the image away. No, he kept repeating in his mind. Everything would be fine. Tora told him that nothing would change between them, and it would be just like that. Right?
“Saga? Is everything fine?”
The bassist jumped, waking up from his thoughts. Both Shou and Hiroto were staring at him full of curiosity. He opened his mouth to speak when a hand drew his attention. A hand that patted his shoulder friendly and rested there.
“Good morning!” Tora said to all of them and then he leaned closer to Saga. A warm smile was drawn in his face. “How about some coffee?” He asked winking amused.
Saga nodded, he couldn’t resist the wide grin that appeared on his lips as Tora was moving away to get them coffee. And then he remembered he still had an answer to give. He turned at the men opposite to him, with relief in his features.
“I am fine!” He said full of energy. His gaze caught Tora, with two caps of hot coffee in his hands and that friendly expression still in his face as the guitarist looked back at him. “I’m fine…”
t.b.c.
So Pt 2 is finaly up...This one tortured me a bit,i was ill with loads of blankets over me and coughing like mad, but it's here! ^-^
Comments are allways appreciated... :3