Front Stage, back stage, all stages

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Kentarou Kanesaki and Luke C…and I do not profit from these writings.


The “G” word


“God….Oh…god…mmmmm…Kanesaki…More…” The words were dark and heavy and passionate in their moan. The actor who portrayed Sanada couldn’t help but give the actor who portrayed Kite want he wanted. He pressed the other further back against the far wall. They were hidden now, by the set that they used for Yukimura’s hospital scenes. No one could see them. They mics were turned off. No one could hear them. That was good. Kanesake didn’t want to share this with anyone. He didn’t want to share Luke with anyone. Especially not like this. Not with his hand around Luke’s hard, throbbing member, those ultra tight costume pants pulled down to his knees to offer maximum space for the larger male to maneuver. No. he refused to let anyone else but him press heavily against this young actor, keeping him against the wall. He wouldn’t let any other name but his fall from those sweet lips. The Japanese American was his. His from the moment they had met at the initial read through. His since the moment he had adjusted the other’s microphone. His since he had watched the other dance and seen it. The evidence of the closeness he had given Luke.

He had taken no time when he had seen the other come from his dance. They didn’t have enough time to dally. He just grabbed the other’s wrist and pulled him to this hidden place. He had shoved Luke against the wall and he had kissed the other. Kissed him deeply, hat getting knocked off in the process. He would get it later. Right now Kentarou was focused on the young Mr. Crawford. Focused in teasing the other to complete hardness with his hand. Focused on driving the other slowly insane with strong slow stokes.

He whispered into the other’s ear. Deep and hungry, his own hardness pressed against Luke’s hip. “You did good. So good. They loved you… You’re so sexy out there, Luke. You make me so…hard…watching you out there like that, putting yourself on display.”

Luke could not answer. He could only moan and thrust into each strong stroke. He could only moan for God. God and Kentarou…and maybe they were the same thing right now to Luke. All he knew was that the poor young actor had sprung wood and the other actor had been unable to stop himself from alleviating the situation. And now he knew he needed to do this more often. Because Luke was so responsive. He almost wished the young man’s mother wouldn’t come after every show to pick him up. Kanesaki would have loved to take this man home…with a little detour to a nice quiet love hotel…if they got that far. His back seat was rather spacious.

But for right now, he had this. He had the back of the pack stage. He had Luke hard and moaning and needy in his hand. He had Luke climaxing with a soft cry that was silenced by a deep kiss that involved a lot of tongue. He moved away to survey the scene. Luke sated and panting, soft once more. Soft where Kanesaki was painfully hard. He carefully tucked the other back into those tight pants after licking the come off his hands. It tasted great. It tasted like Luke. It tasted like more.

Leaning down, he plucked his hat off the ground and put it back on. But not before pressing another kiss to Luke’s mouth. Sharing his flavor. He pulled away and turned back towards the wings and the stage. He had to hurry or he’s miss his next scene. But he couldn’t leave just yet. Not before whispering into Luke’s ear. “Green room after the performance… tonight… Call you mom and let her know you’re getting a ride home.” He lightly squeezed that firm ass and started towards the stage, infinitely grateful that his pants weren’t half as form fitting as Luke’s. There didn’t need to be a Rikkai hard-on to match the Higa hard-on that had caused this whole mess.