Blame It On The Alcohol? [REITA / KAI] - ONE SHOT
Title: Blame It On The Alcohol?
Series: Got Sex?
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: AU, smut
Warnings: menxmen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:Reita / Kai
Bands: The GazettE
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Summary: Akira was sent a very peculiar birthday present by some of his o-so-caring workers, whom thought he could use some of it.
Dedicated: The first one to launch this new series is dedicated to you my dear pooobaihr
enjoy it!
Blame It On The Alcohol?
Eighteen, Twenty, Twenty-one … to each country its own important age to celebrate, because it really didn't matter when, in the end, the result would have been the same all over the world. Depending on the selected age of adulthood, there would have been a bunch of young-adults parading their finally reaching the finish-line to all the “you are too young for this ...”, “No beer for you!”, “... guardian signature needed” shit. An over-the-top celebration bound to become more or less a blurry memories of a supposed to be memorable day, which embarrassing pictures taken by the friend of your friend's friend would make sure you'll never forget. Whatever anyone chose to call their coming to age moment, there was no deny to the fact that anything and everything that happened on that day had been forgivable and worth it. The same had been for his own coming of age, thanks to his friends, form what he could recall, Yutaka had a hell of a time.
Twenty-nine … the number after yup I'm twenty-eight, and before oh fuck I'm thirty, one of those awkward ages. Just as awkward as nineteen, but less annoying, given to how nineteen signified the end of being a teenager, which wasn't a bad concept at all. Twenty-nine, on the other hand, seemed to scream “you are getting old bitch!”, so damn loud. Not to talk about the absolutely not renowned twenty-nine year old celebrations; who the hell celebrated birthdays after twenty-five and before fifty anymore? All of this peculiar fact about 'birthdays after twenty-five', had been for Akira, all very good reasons not to tell anything about his birthday to his workers; just to avoid the sure to be wished “Happy twenty-nine dude!” from his dependents.
Thus, as he happily enjoyed gulping his favorite ice-cream like a nine year old would, clad in his favorite black tank-top and baggy track-suit gray pants, while watching an American Motocross competition, he truly did envision and was content with himself calmly spending his birthday alone. Reason why he almost dropped the ice-cream, as the condo's bell suddenly rang. He had obviously considered ignoring the attention-requesting sound, but its persistence threw him off and made him curious at the same time, to the point of making him leisurely lick whatever ice-cream was on his spoon, stare at the ice-cream container for a second more then place it on the coffee table, stand up and slowly stretch his comfy clothes, take his time to walk downstairs; obviously, he was hoping for the ringing to stop in the process.
However, the ringer seemed to like the pushing motion of his finger on his own expensive bell, thus the blond found himself reluctantly walk all the way to the main entrance where he stopped in front of the monitor by the door, which showed a rather aloof brunette, dressed in a very fancy outfit, holding a bottle of … Patron?
“May … I help you? ...” suspiciously inquired Akria, after having slightly opened the door, and taking a better look at the brunette, who was now smiling at him, and looking at him as well.
“Suzuki Akira-san? ...” politely and somewhat alluringly inquired the brunette, moving some of his flipped up bangs to the side.
“Yes ...” slowly replied the blond, still suspiciously eying the brunette, who then proceed to moving some of his mid-length locks behind his right ear exposing his diamond earring; why wasn’t he having a good feeling about this at all?
“Happy Birthday Suzuki-san from the employees in your division, with special compliments from The Vermin House ...” politely wished the brunette, with an alluring smile and a composed bow, after which he handed over the bottle of Patron along with a card. Daintily reaching for the items, as if he had just been given a time-bomb package, Akira placed the bottle of liquor on the floor, and after giving another suspicious glance at the collectedly standing brunette, he opened the card and silently read it.
Happy 29th birthday Suzuki-bucchou~!!
Thanks for being such an amazing Superior.
We thought you could make good use of this (lol)
Enjoy, and tell use tomorrow!
Suddenly feeling bothered and uneasy that his workers had gone through the unasked for trouble of searching for his birthday, Akira quickly closed the card, glimpsed at the bottle of Patron that he had placed on the floor, and after resignedly sighing, he shook his head, while looking up at the the brunette, who was serenely and nonchalantly smiling at the him.
“Do I need … to pay you for the delivery?” cautiously inquired the blond, whom was wondering why the brunette was still standing there as if he owed him something. Considering that this was a birthday present, and the good nature of his workers, it would have made sense that his employees had already covered all the expenses, but these days, there was no telling to whether the delivery service might have had an extra unannounced fee, or something of the sort. Moreover, as he carefully looked at the brunette, he couldn’t help but wonder since when did delivery companies hired handsome looking and fancily dressed men.
“No, your workers have paid for everything ...” calmly announced the brunette, taking soft-footed step closer to the blond.
“Okay then … I guess … thank you … bye” awkwardly thanked and greeted the blond, after which he tried to close the door, which however was swiftly held open by the brunette, who looked at him in a rather interesting mix of amusement and bemusement.
“Are you going to make your employees money go to waste? I mean, not to brag but ...” leisurely stated the brunette, getting up close to Akira's face, whom caught off guard was slightly startled and took an impulsive step backwards “... I'm quite expensive” he concluded, leaning on the side of the door's threshold jovially staring at the incredibly confused looking blond.
“I am not quite sure I am understanding ...” carefully and sternly began the blond, observing the brunette picking up the bottle of Patron, and getting back to lean on the threshold calmly observing the liquor as if he hadn't seen it before “... what's going on here” he concluded, after which the brunette, turned to look at him and somewhat pitifully and kindly chuckled at him.
“I thought as much ...” calmly expressed the brunette “... may I come in?” politely inquired the brunette, never loosing his cool, smiling rather charmingly, attitude which was making the blond feel uneasier by the second; was he about to get mugged by a pretty-boy?
“W-what for? ...” nervously inquired the blond, whose eyes were trained on the younger looking man, registering every single move the younger was doing, just in case he'd suddenly brought out a gun, at which point his ten years of jujitsu would have been as useful as a experimenting hairstyles on bald people. All he had to do was shut the brunette up, and shove him out of his house, it was really as simple as that. However, who would have the audacity of even touching such a fragile … and pretty looking … thing; wouldn't he been accused first? Why was this happening on the the day of his birthday, why? When all he wanted was peace, and vanilla ice-cream?
“My name is Kai, Suzuki-san … I am not a killer, nor a thief ...” began the brunette opening his jacket, emptying his pockets, and turning around as a demonstration that he was clean “... I am the number one requested person at the Vermin House, and tonight ...” kept explaining the brunette, sneakily closing the door behind himself, after which he coolly made his way to the petrified blond, and lightly tip-toed to whisper on his lips “... I'm your gift” he sensually concluded, at which words Akira's eyes almost bolted out of its sockets, as he instantly took several steps backwards.
“W-w-w-hat?!” dismally exclaimed the blond, as the brunette delightedly laughed, holding his stomach with his free arm, as if he'd seen something hilarious “... was it … a joke?” indignantly inquired the blond, trying to recollect himself.
“No” dryly stated the brunette, recomposing himself, while intensely staring at the blond “Your employees truly did spend quite the amount of money, so that I could come and have sex with you” calmly stated the brunette.
“Do they think … I am gay?” questioned the blond with an extremely pained expression.
“Not at all ...” calmly replied the brunette, cutely shaking his head as if to reinforce his reply “... they told me you were probably as straight as it could get, however ...” informed the brunette, pausing to glimpse at the blond
“However? …” hurriedly inquired the blond.
“They also believe that it had been a looooong time since the last time you had sex ...” began to explain the brunette “... so I asked why don't you call a very expensive female entertainer then? … want to know what they replied?” playfully inquired the brunette, mirthfully smiling at the blond, whom slowly and silently nodded “ … its a secret obviously but” smiled the brunette, in a slightly mischievous manner, placing the bottle of Patron, on a table in the hallway, and proceeding the newly approach the blond “... am I that disgusting?” he then inquired pitifully looking at the blond, whom was sure it was all an act, but he would have won a darn Oscar.
“Obviously not ...” replied the blond, whom was currently trying really hard to dispel his gaze form the brunette’s, but darn if he knew why, he was finding it so hard to “... just … I don't swing that way … I-” tried to specify the blond; even though at the moment, as he kept dazing at the brunette, he wasn't too sure of it.
“Are you trying to say that I am swinging the wrong way?” angrily accused the brunette, abruptly interrupting the blond, and stomping his feet under the blond's face, while furiously glaring up at him.
“No!” quickly tried to correct the blond, pulling up his hands and shaking them in act of disapproval “That is absolutely not what I said, I just-” he attempted to add in vain, being instantly interrupted by the brunette’s who seemed ready to pick a fight.
“That's how rich men like you do, just like to judge whoever is in a not-dignified job, and always pick on their sexual orientation if it so happens to be different. You think I am disgusting don't you?!” aggressively growled.
“I never said that, I do not think that at all, in fact-” newly tried to defend the blond, but once again wasn't given the time to make a full statement.
“What? Are you now realizing that there is nothing wrong swinging my way right?!” challengingly screamed the brunette, sounding like the captain of a platoon.
“Yes!” instantly replied the blond, concluding to agree with whatever the feisty brunette would come up with.
“Are you a man of word?!” kept inquiring the brunette, folding his arms in his chest, and intently staring at the blond.
“Yes!” Akira as quickly replied, sticking with his 'I-agree-with-everything-you-say' plan.
“So I can have the right to like whoever I want, right?”
“Yes!”
“So I can screw where and whoever I want right?!”
“Yes!”
“So I'll screw you here and now, right?!”
“Yes! ...N-what? … fuck” disappointingly whispered the blond, not believing himself for having fell for something so elementary.
“Gotcha ...” chuckled the brunette, sticking his tongue out in an overly cute way, as he nonchalantly made his way past the the dumb-founded blond, and up the house's stairs “... you know ...” he then resumed talking, turning around half-way through the stairs to look down at the blond “... you really could kick me out if you wanted … you didn't pay for me anyways … the fact that you are not ...” he then paused, staring at the blond with an implying smile “... doesn't it signify that somewhere, even if very little, even if quite remote, even if in the darkest depths of your subconscious ...you are actually kind of curious?” inquired the brunette.
“That is a good observation, in the sense that I don't know why I haven't kicked you out yet ...” resignedly stated the blond, watching the brunette, from the bottom of the stairway “... but in a way … you are my gift, which I received from people I trust, thus … I can sort of trust ...” began to stated the blond “... but that aside … I think … it is the fact … that you are so beautiful that it is hard to think of you as a boy? … I guess … I don't know anymore ….” shrugged the blond.
“Mmmmm ...” hummed the brunette in a playful perplexed manner, tapping his index on his chin in a pretense pensive pose “... first of all, thank you so much for the compliment ...” elegantly bowed the brunette “... second you'll have to follow me upstairs so that we can solve this mystery, but before coming, get the bottle of Patron ...” quickly requested the brunette, as he saw the blond about to take a step.
“You think I am going to need it? ...” smirked the blond, turning around to walk towards the bottle.
“So you are really gonna screw me uh?” amusingly chuckled the brunette, proceeding up the stairs.
“H-hey!” Akira bashfully yelled, holding the bottle of Patron, as he stomped his way into the second floor, stopping into his room, where the brunette was sitting on his two-seat couch, lewdly liking the spoon out of his vanilla ice-cream bucket, which completely caught the blond speechless for a few seconds, before he began his accusation “You are the one who as been going on with this screw me! screw me! what do you want me to do?” seriously retorted the blond “I mean … I can't even start to imagine sex as something to guys can do …” he then sighed lowering his head, and as he raised, he saw the brunette patting the empty side of the couch indicating the blond to sit down.
“Come sit down ...” stated the brunette, placing the spoon back into the bucket, as Akira found himself silently obeying and going to take a sit “... so ...” loudly resumed the brunette, turning around, and getting up to then sit over the blond's laps, securely straddling him “this is how I see it about sex ...” began the brunette raising his right hand showing his index and middle finger “... sex is something that has to bring pure and utmost pleasure … if it doesn't … you are either being raped, or you might be in love. Now, in order to produce said pleasure two things are needed” he paused, shaking his two raised fingers “... something that penetrates, and something to penetrate” bluntly stated the brunette, while the blond remained silently listening, and feeling a great amount of heat feeling his cheeks, as he observed the brunette remove his jacket, and calmly begin to unbutton his shirt “As males, we are gifted with the ultimate penetrating tool ...” Kai smirked dropping his shirt to the ground, after which he placed his hand on both sides of the blond's head, and leaned himself forward, stopping a few inches away from the blond's lips “... though there are infinite way to penetrate … either being fingers, dildos, and other interesting toys ...” he added winking at the petrified looking blond, whose eyes quickly dropped on the flawless looking skin of the brunette's naked torso “As for the something to be penetrated, in order to feel something it must be part of your body and currently … there are only three known holes on a human being which are ...” proceed the brunette, pausing to sit up straight, acting like a professor tracing an important lesson “mouth ...” he sensually whispered, softly passing his index fingers down the blond's lips “... vagina ...” he continued, making an overrated type of expression “... and the so called butt-hole” proudly stated brunette, pausing for a second, as he reached for the hem of Akira's tank top “It is a known fact, that woman are possessors of all three, and for generations and generations it has been a penis-vagina affair … but ...” stopped the brunette, pulling away the blond top
“But ...” encouraged the blond, who was completely lost in whatever was going on, whatever it was that was going on, for he had absolutely no idea.
“But … men so happen to have two of these holes, and I can assure you Suzuki-san …” resumed the brunette, sliding away from the elder's laps, and placing himself on the floor between the blond's legs, as he reached for the hem of his track-pants “... it feels just as good … in fact” he sensually whispered, slowly pulling down the blond's pants together with his underwear, after which he leaned his head on the blond's manhood reaching to lewdly suck on his sack for a bit, proceeding to trace his tongue on his somewhat responsive shaft “... feeling it uh? ...”
“I … guess ...” dazedly whispered the blond, observing the brunette through semi-closed eyes, as his manhood kept being skilfully sucked, and slowly but firmly pumped to life, with the occasional teeth massage, and tongue dipping into its head. And now he didn’t know whether it just had been a long time since he'd had any or whether this felt so good, just because it actually did feel so fucking good. Searching for something in his pockets, the brunette then brought out a some condoms, and tearing open one, he carefully rolled it down the blond's erection.
“There …” lowly announced the brunette, with an incredibly satisfied grin “... now, I'll have to get really ready for this cause ...” stated the brunette, smoothly getting rid of his pants and underwear, then placing himself flat on his back on the carpeted floor, he widely opened his legs, abundantly wet his fingers, and began to get himself ready “... you have quite … the ... impressive penetrating tool there Suzuki-san …” tried to express the brunette, slightly moaning form the handling of himself, while he still kept eye-contact with the dazed blond “... liking what you see? ...” wantonly inquires the brunette, with a sexy smirk.
“... I … guess … yeah … I am positively turned on ...” admitted the blond, whom couldn't take his eyes off the sweetly contorting figure of the brunette on the floor, same as his ears couldn’t get enough of the lowly groaning produced by the younger.
“Wait and see my face when you'll fuck me …” lewdly hissed brunette, getting his fingers away from his lower part, and making sign to the blond to get on the floor, order which was obeyed without a protest.
“So I just … stick it in ...” expressed the blond, mechanically positioning his erection at the brunette's entrance, who reached for the blond's hips while he nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, just shove it in …” hissed the brunette, firmly holding Akira's hips “... I like it rough” he added, observing the blond making a concerned expression for a second “... don't worry, just keep it coming, hard and fast … and we'll both be extremely happy very soon” hurried the brunette. With having to be prompt a second time, Akira pushed himself inside the brunette, who released the lewdest moan he'd heard. The brunette's fingers began to strongly curl on his hips, as the speed of his thrust began to increase, as well as the intensity “Suzuki-san …nhgnh ... shove it in deeper … nh-ah ...ah ah ah … yes … yes! … aaah … keep going faster … harder” kept groaning the brunette, louder and louder, and Akira simply kept obeying enjoying every second of it, the warmth and tightness of the brunette's body, his screams, but most of all; his expression. Usually, all he had to do was concentrate on the screams of his partner to make sure that he was doing a good job. However, the expressions that were forming on the brunette's features were literally breathtakingly arousing, so much to the point in which he felt his climax being aided “... god … I'm coming … I'm about to come … I-Aaah~!” finally shouted the brunette, whose lower body tightened around Akira's erection, making him come as well, and drop over the brunette.
“God ...” panted the blond on the brunette's chest.
“I know right ...” chuckled the brunette, satisfyingly passing his hand through his own sticky front locks “... I did say so” added the brunette with a smile, after which they stayed silent, still one over the other they were their spent bodies had been, slowly regaining a steady breathing pace “... want to go for another round? …” suddenly inquired the brunette.
“Yes ...” admitted the blond in an incredibly low whisper, which made the brunette lightly laugh “... is not funny … I am here naked, over another naked man, with whom I've just totally enjoyed having sex with, thus finding myself questioning my sexuality ...” mumbled the blond on the brunette’s chest
“Having sex with men doesn’t necessarily make you gay Suzuki-san ...” kindly reassured the brunette “... I kind of lured you into doing this, it is my job, and I am number one at it … thus I think it is yet too early to state whether or not you are swing my way, or even both ways ...” concluded the brunette.
“But I just agreed to do it again right now … I mean … I seriously, this is going to bother me I feel ...” admitted the blond in a concerned, pulling his head to observe the smiling expression on the brunette’s face, who lifted his hand to reach for some of the blond's locks and moved them out of his face.
“Patron ...” calmly stated the brunette, receiving a confused look from the blond “... blame it on the Patron, you had so much of it, I did too, and one thing pulled another … always blame it on the alcohol Suzuki-san .. it is an excuse as old as hell, but nobody ever tries to pry any deeper … that's why the bottle is usually included in the service” serenely explained the brunette.
“But I really didn't have any …” stated the blond, apathetically staring at the unopened bottle on top of his coffee table.
“You know the hole in any sink?” condescendingly stated the brunette, in an extremely mocking tone, receiving an offended pout form the blond “... down that hole, problem solved” concluded the brunette.
“How about down this one? ...” daringly stated the blond, pressing down on the brunette lower lip, who merely smirked.
“I'd rather have something else in here ...” he announced, moving his lips to get rid of his fingers “... something with much tastier and with more … consistency …” smirked the brunette, sneaking his hand in-between their bodies and over the blond's manhood “... ready for round two birthday-boy?”
“Mmmmm ...” playfully stated the blond, raising up to reach for the bucket of vanilla ice-cream “... am I allowed to get creative?” he mischievously inquired the blond, extracting some of the white cream with the tip of his index finger, placing it on the brunette's neck.
“Why yes of course darling ...” chuckled the brunette, as the blond satisfyingly dove to suck on the soiled part of the younger's neck “... happy ninth birthday Suzuki-chan ...”
“Thank you”
AN: HEHEHEHEHEHEHE~.
I did promise you lots of smooth for this year 2011 right? There wasn't much in here, but this is the first of the Got Sex? series, so you can expect more to come in-between multi-fiction writing. Hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!
Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-