Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping 3: Suguru\'s Fantasy


\"It\'s after a concert. We\'ve done our sign autograph session. K and Sakano go off to celebrate. You\'ve got a date with Ayaka, so you\'re out of their quick. So it\'s just him and me. I like it that way. He\'s still in his stage costume, singing in front of the mirror with his brush the way he does sometimes. And as I\'m switching into my normal clothes, I\'m watching him in the mirror. Moving like he does on stage. I\'m so turned on...

\"He notices me watching, and winks. Does he know? Is he encouraging me? Maybe it\'s just my imagination, but it\'s just too much to resist. Before I know it, I\'m across the room, and I\'m pressing him into the wall, kissing him. I never even got my shirt buttoned up, let alone my vest on. And he\'s in one of those sexy mesh tanks and black leather shorts that fit like a second skin. He seems surprised by my forcefulness, but he doesn\'t resist as I invade his mouth with my tongue, exploring. He tastes faintly of strawberry pocky. I don\'t mind that at all. I actually like strawberry pocky alot, though I\'ve never told either of you that.

\"My hands run down his hips lightly, and his arms encircle my waist - pulling me closer. His tongue teases mine, dancing around it but not touching. I seek it out, rubbing against it. He moves his hips forward to rub against mine. This is incredible. He\'s not resisting, he\'s welcoming me - encouraging me. It\'s only making it hotter. I run my hand up his chest - still over the shirt. Finding one of those cute little tits that always peak teasingly through those mesh shirts. I play with it with my thumb, enjoying how it hardens. He\'s whimpering into our kiss, just like I always knew he would somehow.

\"Suddenly I\'m pulling away and turning to push him down onto the dressing table, straddling his hips. He\'s surprised, but then he only smiles that seductive on-stage smile. That bedroom look he gets on that drives the fans wild. It always drives me wild, too...I lean down, biting one of his tits through the top. He cries out, his head thrown back, baring his throat. Like a surrender. Like I\'m free to do what I want with him now. I intend to. He\'s such a tease, wearing such sexy clothes all the time. I want to touch him and tease him until he can\'t stand it anymore.

\"I attack one tit with my mouth, and the other one with my hand. Still through the mesh shirt. That\'s part of the teasing - refusing to take his clothes off. I run my tongue over it, suck on it. I\'m getting the shirt wet, but it doesn\'t matter to either of us. I play with the other one with my thumb, rubbing it, rotating it. I twist it a little. He\'s whimpering, crying out now and then. It\'s hot. But I want more.

\"I slip my hands up his shirt, a feather touch up his side. Suddenly he strangles a laugh. I pause, and run them back down again. The same strangled laugh. He\'s ticklish! I attack his sides, and he shrieks with laughter, rolling from side to side - trying to dislodge me. I see us in the mirror briefly. Me tickling him, straddling his hips, while he rolls with laughter, trying to escape. I wish I could take a picture of it. I finally stop tickling him, we\'re both breathing heavily. From need of oxygen, from desire. I\'m not sure...

\"I lean down to capture his mouth again, he parts his lips, leading me inside. I\'m still unsure if I\'m doing this right, but he makes me confidant. I pull back to toss off my shirt and finally remove his tank. Then I lean down to taste the skin of his neck, of his chest. I keep going, to his stomach...so soft. I slip my tongue into his navel hole and he gasps. I pull back slightly, worried that was wrong, but his moan tells me otherwise - so I do it again. Slower this time, running my tongue around the edge before diving in. Swirling around it, tasting him. He smells of sweat, and that fruity soap he uses. And there\'s a flavor to the glitter make-up. I think it\'s strawberry, but I\'m not sure. I didn\'t even know it came in flavors.

\"I scoot back on his legs so I can run my tongue along his shorts top, dipping inside, He lifts his hips slightly, invitingly. His hands are playing with my hair, encouraging me. But - no - not yet. I want to tease him more. He\'s not desperate enough yet. I run my hand over his need, so easily visible through those tight pants. He groans. I begin to massage it lightly, very light, and slowly. He groans again, lifting his hips, wanting it harder. I move my hand away, and tell him No - not to do that. I\'ll decide when he deserves a firmer touch. I can\'t believe how cocky I\'m being - ordering him around. But he obeys with a small protesting whimper, and I go back to that oh-so-light massage. I know it\'s torture, especially through the leather. That\'s the point. I want him wild.

\"He starts to plead for a harder touch, but I ignore him. He tries to shove into my hand, but I yank it away. He moans with the loss, and I pinch one of his tits. He yelps. I remind him that I decide when he\'s earned a firmer touch. He whimpers again, but subsides. I\'m heady with the power I\'m holding over him. I go back to the light massage, he bites his lips, holding himself steady. Than he starts pleading for me to touch him harder again. It\'s so exciting, hearing him plead. I take a little pity on him, massaging harder, but still through those leather pants. At first he\'s delighted by the harder touch, but then he starts to groan. Too tight. The pants. He reaches for the closure, and I stop my massage, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head. Oh, no. I decide when his pants come off. He protests, trying shake me off his legs, but I hold on. I rub my crotch against his, and he cries out, throwing his head back. I lick and nibble his neck. That\'s it...surrender to me. I decide how we proceed. He whimpers, but stops resisting my will.

\"I pull away to remove the last of my own clothing, and I see him in the mirror, watching me. His hands twitching, wanting to remove his shorts, but he doesn\'t. I massage his member through the leather again, and he cries out. He begs me to take off the pants. I give in, stripping off the last of his clothing. I\'ve been feeling pretty powerful up til now, but I\'m getting nervous. I\'ve never done this...with a man, I mean. I\'m worried I\'ll do it wrong. Can he read my mind? He sits up slightly, and in the mirror I see his tan back, his flawless skin.

\"Like this. He says, taking my hand and sucking on my fingers. I understand, atleast I\'m pretty sure I do. I\'ve read about how to do this, but never thought I\'d actually get to do it with him...He draws me back down on top of him, still sucking on my fingers. It\'s sexy somehow, him sucking on my fingers like that. I\'m so hard at this point, it\'s almost painful. I know he\'s the same way. Finally he releases my fingers, pushing my hand down. I know what to do, and I seek out his opening, slipping a finger in...two fingers - stretching him. He moans, and I start kissing his neck again. I continue to stretch him. Then suddenly he bears down on my fingers, and cries out. I\'m worried, until I hear him moan.

\"Taking my cue, I start pushing my fingers in and out, I miss at first, but he shifts, finding the spot for me. His cries are loud and lustful. I\'m too desperate to let this show continue, though. I remove my fingers, and he whimpers unhappily. Then I shove into him. This time I don\'t miss. He screams that same wanton cry, only louder. He moves with me, pushing down as I push in. It\'s like a rhythym, like our music. We\'re perfectly in synch with eachother. It\'s incredible. I remember his own unattended member, and start stroking it as we continue our thrusts. I see us in the mirror, our bodies moving together, naked and slick. He shouts out, releasing, his body clamping down on mine. I scream my own release, wondering if it\'s his name I shouted. I collapse on top of him, but he doesn\'t protest.

\"I glance at the mirror again, at our tangled bodies. I like the way we look together, my pale skin against his tanned. I wonder if this is only a one time thing or if he\'ll let me have him again sometime...\"

\"Wow, Suguru, that was...whoa...\" Hiro squirmed in his seat.

He was hard after the shared fantasies. They both were, Shuichi realized. A part of him was really insulted by what he\'d overheard. Hiro\'s story where he\'d barely put up a token struggle against having an affair on their signifigant others, only to capitulate and have wild sex with him. And Suguru\'s tale where he\'d been nothing less than a tart! Submissive and easy, leading him on and then allowing himself to be ordered around in some light slave/master play! He wasn\'t their personal fantasy sex object! How dare they share such fantasies! But then again, he shouldn\'t have been listening. He should have left long ago. But anyone else could have come in and overheard too. He frowned. So now what did he do about it? Confront them? Ignore it? He wasn\'t sure how to proceed.

Backing away from the door he turned and headed up the hallway. He was heading back home. They wouldn\'t expect him for a couple hours anyway. And he definately needed to work this out in his head. At the moment he wasn\'t sure he could work anyway. Everytime one of his bandmates looked at him he\'d end up blushing...


Id-chan


Originally this story was supposed to end here, since I wasn\'t sure where to go next. *lol* But everyone seems to want more, and an idea has begun to spin around in my head. So, you may see an addition to this not too far in the future. ^-^