Birthday Cake
Kai woke up happy to be in his own bed, humming ‘Happy Birthday to me!’ as he stretched and grinned. He was so pleased he’d persuaded their management that they should have a break of a couple of days before the final two shows of their FC only tour. It had meant he could go home and spend his birthday in a leisurely way, in his own house, with his friends, just relaxing and having fun. But first he had some preparations to take care of.
He showered quickly and was towelling his hair when his phone rang.
‘Moshi moshi?’
‘Kai-kun! Happy Birthday!’
‘Thank you, Uruha.’ Kai couldn’t help but laugh at the way his friend was so obviously bouncing on the other end of the line.
‘We’re going to have so much fun! Party time!’
‘Give me the phone…’ Kai would recognise his bassist’s growl anywhere, ‘Happy Birthday, Kai. What time do you want us at yours?’
‘Oh, 3 o’clock? Is that OK?’ Kai had decided to have an early party in the vague hope no-one would get too wasted and be hung over for the live the next day.
‘Sure, no problem. Though you may have to do without Uruha, cos I may have throttled him before then!’ Kai could hear the guitarist whining ‘Uuiie! No fun!’ in the background and giggled.
‘Try not to kill him, ne? We still have two lives to complete.’
‘I can’t promise a thing. You know what he’s like about birthdays! Fucking idiot!’ the final phrase was shouted down the phone line following a short grunt. ‘Sorry, Kai, I have to go. He’s throwing pillows at me now and he is going to die!’
Laughing, Kai put down the phone and went into his kitchen, shaking his head at his friends’ childlike behaviour. He tied his apron in place: the pink gingham one with frills that Ruki had got him for Christmas, and began cooking sweet goodies for his party.
Several hours later he had finished all his arrangements and was feeling rather proud of himself as he surveyed his transformed living room. Streamers hung on the walls and across the ceiling, with strategically placed balloons of blue and silver at intervals. Against one wall was the piece de resistance however, the food table groaned under the weight of cakes and sweets, he was especially pleased with the birthday cake, a huge, layered confection covered in vanilla cream, easily-removable strawberries and chocolate sprinkles.
Yes, he had organised his own birthday party and made his own cake, but that was the way he’d wanted it and his friends could not complain, nor would they when they saw all he’d done, he thought happily.
Just enough time to get ready before they arrived.
The rest of the band arrived on Kai’s doorstep together and greeted him with a surprisingly tuneless rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ before he ushered them inside, glancing nervously along the hallway hoping they hadn’t disturbed his neighbours already.
They all ‘oohed’ appreciatively at the decorations and Uruha immediately made for some balloons, removing one from the wall and batting it around the room happily. Kai chuckled as he’d put them there deliberately to occupy the somewhat hyper guitarist. Aoi gave his customary ‘hmm’ and went to get some beers from the fridge, flicking the balloon back towards Uruha without so much as a glance as it floated towards his head. Reita patted Kai on the back as he spied the pile of Kit Kat treats the drummer had made especially for him before moving to steal the balloon from the squealing guitarist.
‘So, Ruki?’ Kai asked. The little vocalist had his usual scowl in place and hadn’t removed his sunglasses on entering Kai’s apartment.
‘You’ve put strawberries on the cake. I hate strawberries!’
‘I know, but look,’ Kai leant over and plucked one of the offending fruits from the cake, ‘I only put them on the top and you can easily remove them.’
‘Good!’ the small blonde man answered him, grunting as he turned and flopped down on Kai’s sofa.
With the presents presented and Kai responding with appropriate grateful murmurs to them all, even the sparkly silver scarf Uruha had given him which he’d quickly taken from the drummer and wrapped round his own neck, they proceeded to the task at hand, namely getting drunk, eating too much sugar and playing silly party games.
It wasn’t long before someone suggested spin-the-bottle and they were sat on the floor in a circle, giggling wildly.
The bottle stopped at Uruha and Aoi asked: ‘Truth or dare?’
‘Dare, of course!’ the blonde guitarist sniggered.
‘OK, Uru-chan, I dare you to … kiss Reita.’
‘With pleasure!’ he grinned, launching himself at the bassist who merely grinned in return and pulled him on top of him as their lips crushed together.
‘No fair!’ Uruha pouted as they came up for air, ‘I was meant to be kissing you, not you kissing me!’
Laughing the bassist hugged him and reached for the bottle. This time it stopped on Ruki.
‘Truth.’ The vocalist announced, a glare in his now uncovered eyes.
‘Truth? OK, why haven’t you given Kai a present?’
‘He’ll get it later.’ The little man squirmed under the gaze of his band mates but a sly smirk graced his plump lips, causing Kai to blush crimson.
Ruki spun the bottle to point at Aoi.
‘Dare.’
‘Dance for us!’
Aoi smiled widely and gracefully climbed to his feet, starting to sway his hips slowly as he made his way round the circle, teasing each member in turn with the flexibility of his body before dropping into Kai’s lap and performing for him alone, the drummer’s blush growing deeper by the second.
‘Not fair! I want a lap dance!’ Uruha whined, and with a chuckle Aoi crawled across the circle, straddling the other guitarist and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
‘Maybe later, if you’re a good boy.’ he purred.
‘But I wanna dance now!’ the drunk guitarist struggled to rise on legs that weren’t exactly obeying his commands and pull the dark-haired man up with him, almost collapsing into Aoi’s arms when he finally managed to stand.
Kai found himself leaning against Ruki’s shoulder as they watched the pair attempting to waltz round his living room. Ruki’s hand came up to gently stroke the back of the drummer’s neck, Kai moaning quietly and relaxing into the touch.
‘I think it’s time those two took their plaything home.’ Ruki’s breath was hot on his neck as he nudged Kai to look at where Uruha stood, sandwiched between his fellow guitarist and the bassist. Gulping, Kai nodded and cleared his throat to catch their attention.
He waved the three guitarists goodnight and returned to find Ruki looking at the remains of Kai’s birthday cake with an evil grin on his face. Having Ruki for a lover was often unnerving for the careful-minded drummer but he couldn’t say that it wasn’t exciting.
‘I want some cake now.’ the vocalist growled. ‘Strip!’
Slowly Kai did as he was asked, removing first his shirt, then his trousers, sliding them down his limbs, his eyes fixed on the dark chocolate orbs staring at him with lust, then dropping the clothes to the ground at his feet.
Ruki nodded approvingly when he saw Kai hadn’t bothered with underwear; it really was quite pointless where Ruki was concerned after all.
‘Lie down.’ he ordered, kneeling beside the drummer who quickly complied, though he couldn’t help but gasp as Ruki smeared cold creamy icing across his stomach and chest.
‘Fucking strawberries!’ Ruki muttered as he bent his head to begin licking the delicious substance, his tongue sliding through the cream to the skin beneath, sending shivers through the drummer and causing a strangled moan as the vocalist sucked a nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the quivering nub.
The vocalist sat up and Kai whimpered at the loss of sensation. Ruki reached back to the table and grabbed a handful of chocolate mousse, dropping it on Kai’s cock with a smile before falling forward to devour the sticky treat, swirling his tongue all over the length of Kai’s erection, sucking up the chocolate with moans and growls that had Kai crying out and fisting his hands in Ruki’s blonde locks.
Despite the wonderful feelings Ruki was sending through his body, Kai couldn’t help worrying about the state of his carpet.
‘We’re making a mess!’ he groaned.
Ruki’s head snapped up and he looked at his lover with an annoyed pout.
‘That’s where the second part of my present comes in.’ he stated roughly.
‘What?’
‘I’ve arranged for a cleaning service to come and clear this mess up tomorrow.’
‘Really? A cleaning service? Erm, that’s kind of you Ruki but it’s not that much of a mess if we stop now.’ Kai was in fact a little insulted by Ruki’s idea of a present, he prided himself on keeping an immaculate home, it was only Ruki playing with the cake that was causing any problems in the first place. ‘Hang on! Second part of your present? What’s the first part?’
‘Covering you in birthday cake and fucking you into the floor!’ the small man grinned mischievously.
Best birthday present ever!
.
He showered quickly and was towelling his hair when his phone rang.
‘Moshi moshi?’
‘Kai-kun! Happy Birthday!’
‘Thank you, Uruha.’ Kai couldn’t help but laugh at the way his friend was so obviously bouncing on the other end of the line.
‘We’re going to have so much fun! Party time!’
‘Give me the phone…’ Kai would recognise his bassist’s growl anywhere, ‘Happy Birthday, Kai. What time do you want us at yours?’
‘Oh, 3 o’clock? Is that OK?’ Kai had decided to have an early party in the vague hope no-one would get too wasted and be hung over for the live the next day.
‘Sure, no problem. Though you may have to do without Uruha, cos I may have throttled him before then!’ Kai could hear the guitarist whining ‘Uuiie! No fun!’ in the background and giggled.
‘Try not to kill him, ne? We still have two lives to complete.’
‘I can’t promise a thing. You know what he’s like about birthdays! Fucking idiot!’ the final phrase was shouted down the phone line following a short grunt. ‘Sorry, Kai, I have to go. He’s throwing pillows at me now and he is going to die!’
Laughing, Kai put down the phone and went into his kitchen, shaking his head at his friends’ childlike behaviour. He tied his apron in place: the pink gingham one with frills that Ruki had got him for Christmas, and began cooking sweet goodies for his party.
Several hours later he had finished all his arrangements and was feeling rather proud of himself as he surveyed his transformed living room. Streamers hung on the walls and across the ceiling, with strategically placed balloons of blue and silver at intervals. Against one wall was the piece de resistance however, the food table groaned under the weight of cakes and sweets, he was especially pleased with the birthday cake, a huge, layered confection covered in vanilla cream, easily-removable strawberries and chocolate sprinkles.
Yes, he had organised his own birthday party and made his own cake, but that was the way he’d wanted it and his friends could not complain, nor would they when they saw all he’d done, he thought happily.
Just enough time to get ready before they arrived.
The rest of the band arrived on Kai’s doorstep together and greeted him with a surprisingly tuneless rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ before he ushered them inside, glancing nervously along the hallway hoping they hadn’t disturbed his neighbours already.
They all ‘oohed’ appreciatively at the decorations and Uruha immediately made for some balloons, removing one from the wall and batting it around the room happily. Kai chuckled as he’d put them there deliberately to occupy the somewhat hyper guitarist. Aoi gave his customary ‘hmm’ and went to get some beers from the fridge, flicking the balloon back towards Uruha without so much as a glance as it floated towards his head. Reita patted Kai on the back as he spied the pile of Kit Kat treats the drummer had made especially for him before moving to steal the balloon from the squealing guitarist.
‘So, Ruki?’ Kai asked. The little vocalist had his usual scowl in place and hadn’t removed his sunglasses on entering Kai’s apartment.
‘You’ve put strawberries on the cake. I hate strawberries!’
‘I know, but look,’ Kai leant over and plucked one of the offending fruits from the cake, ‘I only put them on the top and you can easily remove them.’
‘Good!’ the small blonde man answered him, grunting as he turned and flopped down on Kai’s sofa.
With the presents presented and Kai responding with appropriate grateful murmurs to them all, even the sparkly silver scarf Uruha had given him which he’d quickly taken from the drummer and wrapped round his own neck, they proceeded to the task at hand, namely getting drunk, eating too much sugar and playing silly party games.
It wasn’t long before someone suggested spin-the-bottle and they were sat on the floor in a circle, giggling wildly.
The bottle stopped at Uruha and Aoi asked: ‘Truth or dare?’
‘Dare, of course!’ the blonde guitarist sniggered.
‘OK, Uru-chan, I dare you to … kiss Reita.’
‘With pleasure!’ he grinned, launching himself at the bassist who merely grinned in return and pulled him on top of him as their lips crushed together.
‘No fair!’ Uruha pouted as they came up for air, ‘I was meant to be kissing you, not you kissing me!’
Laughing the bassist hugged him and reached for the bottle. This time it stopped on Ruki.
‘Truth.’ The vocalist announced, a glare in his now uncovered eyes.
‘Truth? OK, why haven’t you given Kai a present?’
‘He’ll get it later.’ The little man squirmed under the gaze of his band mates but a sly smirk graced his plump lips, causing Kai to blush crimson.
Ruki spun the bottle to point at Aoi.
‘Dare.’
‘Dance for us!’
Aoi smiled widely and gracefully climbed to his feet, starting to sway his hips slowly as he made his way round the circle, teasing each member in turn with the flexibility of his body before dropping into Kai’s lap and performing for him alone, the drummer’s blush growing deeper by the second.
‘Not fair! I want a lap dance!’ Uruha whined, and with a chuckle Aoi crawled across the circle, straddling the other guitarist and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
‘Maybe later, if you’re a good boy.’ he purred.
‘But I wanna dance now!’ the drunk guitarist struggled to rise on legs that weren’t exactly obeying his commands and pull the dark-haired man up with him, almost collapsing into Aoi’s arms when he finally managed to stand.
Kai found himself leaning against Ruki’s shoulder as they watched the pair attempting to waltz round his living room. Ruki’s hand came up to gently stroke the back of the drummer’s neck, Kai moaning quietly and relaxing into the touch.
‘I think it’s time those two took their plaything home.’ Ruki’s breath was hot on his neck as he nudged Kai to look at where Uruha stood, sandwiched between his fellow guitarist and the bassist. Gulping, Kai nodded and cleared his throat to catch their attention.
He waved the three guitarists goodnight and returned to find Ruki looking at the remains of Kai’s birthday cake with an evil grin on his face. Having Ruki for a lover was often unnerving for the careful-minded drummer but he couldn’t say that it wasn’t exciting.
‘I want some cake now.’ the vocalist growled. ‘Strip!’
Slowly Kai did as he was asked, removing first his shirt, then his trousers, sliding them down his limbs, his eyes fixed on the dark chocolate orbs staring at him with lust, then dropping the clothes to the ground at his feet.
Ruki nodded approvingly when he saw Kai hadn’t bothered with underwear; it really was quite pointless where Ruki was concerned after all.
‘Lie down.’ he ordered, kneeling beside the drummer who quickly complied, though he couldn’t help but gasp as Ruki smeared cold creamy icing across his stomach and chest.
‘Fucking strawberries!’ Ruki muttered as he bent his head to begin licking the delicious substance, his tongue sliding through the cream to the skin beneath, sending shivers through the drummer and causing a strangled moan as the vocalist sucked a nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the quivering nub.
The vocalist sat up and Kai whimpered at the loss of sensation. Ruki reached back to the table and grabbed a handful of chocolate mousse, dropping it on Kai’s cock with a smile before falling forward to devour the sticky treat, swirling his tongue all over the length of Kai’s erection, sucking up the chocolate with moans and growls that had Kai crying out and fisting his hands in Ruki’s blonde locks.
Despite the wonderful feelings Ruki was sending through his body, Kai couldn’t help worrying about the state of his carpet.
‘We’re making a mess!’ he groaned.
Ruki’s head snapped up and he looked at his lover with an annoyed pout.
‘That’s where the second part of my present comes in.’ he stated roughly.
‘What?’
‘I’ve arranged for a cleaning service to come and clear this mess up tomorrow.’
‘Really? A cleaning service? Erm, that’s kind of you Ruki but it’s not that much of a mess if we stop now.’ Kai was in fact a little insulted by Ruki’s idea of a present, he prided himself on keeping an immaculate home, it was only Ruki playing with the cake that was causing any problems in the first place. ‘Hang on! Second part of your present? What’s the first part?’
‘Covering you in birthday cake and fucking you into the floor!’ the small man grinned mischievously.
Best birthday present ever!
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