Punch Drunk

flashbacks/dreams
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Suguru stumbled his way into his apartment, head and backside still paining him. He was avoiding thinking about what had happened, about the fact that his bandmate, the one he always thought was childish, had fucked him last night. Had fucked a very willing him last night. Crap. He wouldn't even live that down with himself. He was just glad that Bad Luck had called a three week vacation for Hiro's honeymoon-- he couldn't have stood to be near Shindou, knowing that the singer had seen him at his worst. Furthermore, that the singer had been willing to take advantage of him like that...and let his lover, as well! One would think that they would be jealous enough of each other to not let a third into their bed. Of course, one would have thought wrong...

Thinking of thinking, he was thinking about it. He really shouldn't be thinking at all. He should be sleeping, catching up on rest and getting rid of the headache that seemed immune to aspirin. He'd taken some in Yuki-san's apartment before he'd gotten dressed, and there had still been no effect.

Pulling off his clothes as he went, he found his bedroom and curled himself under them, wishing the bed would swallow him up and let the world forget his existence before he finally dropped into sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Yuki's apartment~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Yuki looked up finally, sighing. "What is it you want?"

Shuichi just continued staring at him, looking like he was thinking carefully.

"You're staring at me. What do you want?" Yuki's head hurt too much for this.

Finally, the brat decided to answer. "You have a hangover, because you were drinking. Suguru had a hangover, because he was drinking, albeit inadvertently. Why do I not have a hangover but don't remember what happened?"

Blinking at him, Yuki tried to puzzle out what he was asking. "So, what you really want to know is how you got drunk when you didn't drink?"

"No, that's just the thing. I did drink. I had two drinks before Hiro showed me where you had Suguru up against the wall, and I had one more... I guess for courage..." He added in sheepishly, "But then I came and brought you two home, and everything goes all fuzzy... like, I remember that we... well, yeah... but I don't remember why I did it or what I was thinking!"

They watched each other, both thinking through what might have happened. The singer was drawing a blank, which wasn't unusual. The writer had an idea of what might have happened, which also wasn't unusual. Unfortunately, the idea he had was not a happy one. "Brat, when you drank one last drink before coming over, was it yours?"

Blinking at him, Shuichi opened his mouth to reply that of course it was, what was he, stupid? when Yuki interrupted. "Think about it, moron. Did you make sure the drink you grabbed was yours? Did you even look?"

At the last question, spoken in a slightly cold tone of voice, made the hyper-active boy cringe and flush as he realized he had not, in fact looked, but grabbed at random. His expression told the writer everything he needed to know, and he sighed and shook his head. "You idiot. You were probably drugged."

The suggestion was an outrage; who would spike drinks at a wedding!? He said as much, and received a near snarl in return. "You did, remember? And it probably wasn't the whole punch that was spiked, just that cup. Some moron probably came to the wedding to drug some cute girl and bring her back to a hotel room. You must've grabbed that drink by mistake!" Thoroughly frustrated with the whole discussion, Yuki stalked back to his bedroom, prepared to go back to sleep for another few hours. Or the rest of the day.

Following him quickly, Shuichi crawled onto the bed with him. "Yuki, do you remember what happened last night? For real, I mean?" He wanted to know. After all, if none of them remembered, then no harm had been done. It was like nothing happened... right? But if Yuki remembered, Shuichi thought Suguru would deserve to know. He didn't know how he'd bring the subject up, but he should. It was the least he could do!

Rolling to look at him, Yuki began to try to think back.

When Shuichi locked lips with Suguru, Yuki leaned down and began to kiss down Shuichi's neck, starting behind his ear and leaving small love bites that he laved with his tongue as he worked towards his lover's collar bone. The soft skin at the junction of neck and shoulder was too tempting to resist, and he bit down hard enough to bruise.

Shuichi broke the kiss with a cry, and Yuki none-too-subtly nudged them towards the bed. Suguru was laid back first, and it was obvious how far gone he was by the way he lay sprawled on his back, shamelessly displaying his spread legs and erection as his arms stretched up above his head. Shuichi had stopped by the side of the bed, his eyes glassy as he appreciated the sight of the young keyboardist. Yuki quickly shed his remaining clothes and moved to kneel on the bed over the wanton 16-year-old.

"Are you just going to watch?" Yuki asked, taunting his lover to see what his reaction would be, if he'd break out of his staring and join them.

Not understanding the true intentions behind the question, Shuichi swallowed dryly before forcing himself to nod quickly, imagining what it would be like to watch Yuki over his pretty, fragile-seeming bandmate.

Surprised by the response, Yuki watched as Shuichi found the couch and draped himself over it, unintentionally provocative. Smirking, Yuki decided that if his lover wanted a show--though he'd never thought Shuichi would be the type-- then a show he would get.

Leaning back down over the boy underneath him, Yuki slid his hands down his chest to his stomach and back up, leaning down for a kiss. When Suguru's mouth opened to him, he reached down to the throbbing length and began to stroke, the keyboardist's reaction to the pleasure telling him that he was a virgin. This didn't phase him much--Shuichi had been too, and that had gone alright-- but he knew he'd have to go slower than he wanted. Sighing internally--he was horny dammit!-- he moved his lips down the young throat, finding a spot just below his chin where he began to leave a mark. His hand released Suguru's cock and slowly circled down to the skin right before the entrance, barely brushing his fingers there and over his inner thighs until he found the virgin entrance. When his finger first flicked over it, Suguru jumped as if he'd been shocked and twisted away. Yuki moved up to kiss him, but saw his lover had already claimed the younger boy's mouth.

"Just watch, huh?" Yuki slurred wryly, before reaching back down between the boy's legs.

Shuichi's tongue returned to his mouth long enough for him to inform Yuki he'd decided to help, his eyes glittering strangely, and show him the lube he held. As he was talking, Suguru whined underneath them, quite obviously asking for attention. Giggling slightly, Shuichi pulled away entirely and took Yuki's place between his bandmate's legs, Yuki moving up to tease Suguru's nipples with his tongue. Shuichi slipped a finger inside Suguru, who barely noticed as he writhed underneath Yuki's ministrations. Smiling crookedly, Shuichi slipped a second one in. That got his attention. He yelped and tightened against the invaders, but Yuki swallowed any further protests with his tongue. Shuichi moved his mouth over the boy's erection, and licked lightly at it until Suguru shuddered and loosened again. He slipped the third finger in, and moved them until he was able to rub over the bundle of nerves that had Suguru arching off the bed into Yuki.

Pulling his fingers out of the pliant body, Shuichi kissed up his lover's back until he had his attention, and Yuki turned to look at him. "He's ready, at least as much as he will be his first time." Shuichi made to move, but the blond turned and kissed him, pulling him forward until he was flush against Suguru's backside. Feeling his hand slide down towards his length, Shuichi shuddered but didn't protest as he was slicked and positioned against the small boy's entrance. As Yuki pulled him forward, he heard Suguru's keening cry and Yuki's curse, and he pulled away to see that the manicured nails on the talented hands had scratched red marks down his back from the singer's entry. Gasping in a breath against the tightness surrounding him, he managed to ask if Yuki was alright.

"I'm fine, but I think this one's getting a bit impatient." His reply was a smirk and an indication of Suguru, who was wiggling beneath them both and moaning.

Shuichi hesitantly began to move his hips, bringing breathy noises from the boy he was sheathed in, and Yuki slicked his own fingers to reach behind Shuichi slowly. When he first felt Yuki's touch at his entrance, he couldn't help the low purr that slipped from him. Used to the feeling of being opened, he forced himself to continue thrusting his hips when all he wanted was to beg Yuki to screw him. Fortunately, moving into and removing himself from Suguru also rocked him back onto Yuki's fingers, and he was getting dangerously close. From the 16-year-old's loud moans and cries, he was as well. Slowing his thrusts, he decided he still wanted to see Yuki inside his bandmate.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Suguru POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Lost in the haze of pleasure every snap of Shuichi's hips brought, Suguru barely registered the words from the boy's mouth.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to get a show?" His voice was huskier and more erotic than the keyboardist had ever heard, even more so than when he sang.

"Alright, but you have to provide one as well." That couldn't be Yuki-san? Where were the derision and mockery?

Suddenly, Suguru was left empty, and he whined in protest, whimpering as he saw Shuichi move away. Then, a different weight settled between his thighs, and he barely registered golden hair and eyes before his own fluttered shut closed as he cried out at the re-entry. Yuki's thrusts were more forceful, and Suguru blearily opened his eyes, trying to look where the blond's focus was, seeing Bad Luck's singer propped against the headboard, stroking himself as he slowly inserted a finger to replace Yuki's. As riveted as the boy's lover, Suguru's attention remained on the exhibitionist until finally it became too much and he arched almost completely off the bed, spasming as the pleasure twisted through him.

Limp and exhausted, he barely registered watching Shuichi cry out and buck up as he came, Yuki growling low in his throat as he followed soon after. They helped him crawl under the covers, and Shuich lay between him and Yuki as they drifted into unconsciousness.

Suguru jerked awake, fighting to calm his breathing as the fought back the effects of the dream--obviously memories of the night before-- and realized it was too late. He was already sticky, his sheets wet and he fought back a grimace of distaste, thinking how very unfair it was that the men who stole his virginity had essentially stolen everything. His first kiss, his first wet dream... he really needed to remind himself why, exactly Shindou-san was so important to Bad Luck as he climbed into the cold shower.

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Shuichi gaped at Yuki as he finished this recounting, really wishing he could remember it. Unfortunately, he had more immediate problems, problems he made clear by crawling to his lover and fitting his body close.

Yuki's eyebrow rose. "You got horny by listening to a recount of your own sexual activities?"

"Don't be mean, Yuki! I just..." His whining was cut off as his equally aroused lover rolled him over.