Something In-Between

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor do I make any money from using the characters.

NC-17

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Note: This chapter is pure self indulgence on my part. I can’t help it, I was tired of all the angst! So, here’s a loooong chapter without Shu and Eiri, although they are discussed. A little. Sort of a “Meanwhile, back at Kyosuke’s house…” Besides, I’ve been dreaming about this since the first chapter in this story!

What I'm trying to say is SMUT AHEAD.

This chapter is dedicated to Kri, since she gave me the idea to begin with. I hope you’re having a good, safe time on spring break!

My special thanks to AshCat, my wonderful beta that continues to give me great ideas and direction.


Something In-Between


Chapter 9
Sweet Dreams


Sweet dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.

Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.

I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.


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I am not sure what to expect when I get home. Part of me expects a very angry Shuichi and possibly an angry Yuki Eiri along side of him. I suppose what we did to Yuki had been perhaps, a little dramatic, not too mention a little… well, silly, but someone needed to look out for the little brat. But then, Hiroshi… I had never seen him like that, so full of vengeful anger. And some of the things my lover had said to the author, good gods! I really had no idea about some of the incidents Shu had been through because of Yuki. I, like Hiroshi, didn’t think Shuichi could handle another round of Yuki’s abuse.

Hmm. Somehow, I didn’t think that a case of worry, no matter how great, could possibly justify kidnapping. Maybe I need to put this all in perspective again.

I had watched Yuki almost kill Shu with his car. If I hadn’t been there… Okay, there was that issue. Then, there was the whole “almost rape” issue. What the hell had that been about? What could possibly justify “almost” raping the one you love? When is that ever acceptable?

When I thought about those two issues together, a little kidnapping and some rather mild torture seemed totally in line.

Then why did I feel so out-of-sorts about it? I was unaccustomed to second guessing my own actions and while I did not regret what I did to Yuki-san I did feel… strange about it. Perhaps I am worried about what something like kidnapping Yuki would do to Shu’s already damaged psyche. My friend is not the most stable individual, after all.

When I open the door to my flat, I am greeted with complete silence. I take the stairs and after a brief search find my lover asleep on the couch. He is so beautiful with his dark hair spilling over the edge of the couch, that I can’t bring myself to wake him just yet. Instead I watch his peaceful, slumbering form as my passion for him overflows into something that makes my chest ache and my stomach fill with butterflies.

I am totally in love with him.

“Kyosuke?” he blinks his eyes and smiles softly. “I’m sorry; I didn’t hear you come in.”

I kneel down next him and stroke his lovely hair. His grey eyes grow concerned, “Kyosuke? Is there something wrong?”

Shaking my head I smile, “No, everything is perfect. How are you feeling?”

He chuckles, “I’m sore as hell. Everywhere. I had no idea you were so sadistic.”

“I believe you begged me for it, you freak,” I also chuckle as I help him sit up. “Let’s see the damage.”

He pulls off his t-shirt with an audible groan and I inspect him closely. It isn’t too bad, he has some mild bruises and a plethora of crisscrossing, slightly raised welts, but it isn’t horrible. Not as bad as I had feared. I would need to check the rest of him later, but I was sure that his back had taken the majority of the abuse. “You know, Hiro-kun,” I say as I nuzzle his neck, “I don’t believe I can do this on a frequent basis. This was almost… too extreme for me.”

“You think?” he smiles at me.

“Yes,” I nod as I try to ignore my growing erection when I remember the sights, sounds and pleasures from the night before. Hiroshi screaming for me to …

I feel his hand close on my obvious desire as he says with a challenge, “But you liked it, didn’t you?”

Groaning, I whisper, “Yes. But I shouldn’t…”

“Stop being such a baby. It’s not like you,” he is the one nuzzling me now.

Then it all connects. I love Hiroshi. So, that’s what been bothering me. If someone were to hurt Hiro, even mildly, on my behalf, how would that make me feel? That would make me absolutely insane.

I push the hair out of his eyes, “Can I ask you a question, Hiroshi?”

“You sound serious,” he smiles at me and then realizes I am serious. “Of course, Kyosuke, ask away.”

“Do you… know where was I born?” I hold my breath.

“Taipei, on the 15 of March at 2:23 in the morning, in the year of the Snake, although I suppose you should have been a Dog. You have “O” type blood,” he answers without hesitation.

I blink at him, and ask slowly, “Do I have any siblings?”

He nods, “You have an older half-sister, Mai, by your father. She lives in Hong Kong.”

My throat constricts but I manage to ask the last question, “Who is my favorite musician?”

Laughing he says, “That’s a trick question. What type of music? If it’s jazz, we are talking about Miles Davis. If it’s classical, you have a thing for piano concertos, Beethoven and Chopin in particular. If it’s hip-hop, you like The Teriyaki Boyz, at least you did last week, but you have a soft spot for the Beastie Boys because they were so clever “back in their day” as you say. If it’s Japanese pop, you’ll say The Pillows, but really, you have a secret love for Bad Luck. If it’s…”

I interrupt my lover by kissing him soundly and passionately. My desire is overwhelming and I finally break the kiss and ask, “Can you… are you able?”

He chuckles again, “Yes.”

“I love you, Nakano Hiroshi,” I tell him.

He pulls back and strokes my face, “That’s the first time you’ve said that. I love you, too.”

“Come on,” I say as I drag him to the bedroom.

This time I am gentle with his bruised and sore body and he responds with a passion that equals the night before. He’s a freak, all right, but he can also be very sweet.

After we finish, I take him to the bathroom, washing us both off with the shower as I draw us a hot bath. Once we are both in the bath, I pull him down and against me, hoping that the warm water will ease his sore muscles. He purrs and sighs, allowing me to pamper him with tenderness.

As we lie together and relax I finally ask him about Shuichi and Yuki, “So how was it when you got here this morning?”

“Tense,” he says quietly. “But I expected that.”

“Did Shuichi freak out at you?” I ask as I rub his shoulders.

“Mmm, that’s good,” he slurs. “No, he didn’t freak out, but he was really strange. Have you noticed how skinny he’s getting?”

Digging my thumbs in I answer, “Yes. His clothes are hanging off of him. He’s been trying to hide it by wearing baggy clothes, but he’s thin as a rail right now.”

“Uh-huh. Mmm,” he sighs again in pleasure. “I’m really worried about him, Kyosuke. I’m not sure we did the right thing.”

“I do. Yuki needed a wake up call and we dispensed it.” I say as I continue my ministrations, finding that my body was reacting to his pleasure-filled sounds. As I mentioned before, I am doomed to be eternally hard for Hiroshi.

“He told me something today that might really tear him apart. About Yokohama.” I could hear the sorrow in my lover’s voice.

I slipped my arms around his waist and embrace him, “Why would something about Yokohama tear him apart?”

“Yokohama is where everything started,” Hiroshi answered.

Getting out of the tub, I hold up a bath sheet and help him get out as well. He’s still moving slowly, but not quite as stiff as he was before. I dry him off thoroughly as I ask, “So, you’ll need to explain Yokohama to me.”

He sighs as I towel his hair dry, “A little over two years ago, Bad Luck was on this miserable six month tour. Every city we went to it poured rain or there was a problem with the electricity or our stage clothes went missing. The bus broke down in a forsaken hellhole of a town at one point. We all got food poisoning in one city. Shu and Suguru fought nonstop. Kitsune even disappeared at one point.”

“Your favorite guitar?” I say with a musician’s outrage. Hiroshi is particularly attached to his custom made Gibson guitar he has affectionately named “Kitsune.”

“Yeah, like I said, it was a miserable tour,” I wrap the towel around him and take his hand, leading him back to the bedroom.

I lay a couple of more towels on the bed and place him gently face down on top of them. I reach for the massage oil as I slide my legs to either side of his luscious ass. Oiling up my hands, I run them gently over his back and then began to apply pressure, mindful of his welts.

“Mmm,” he moans as he begins to relax. “The whole time we were on the tour, Shuichi couldn’t get Yuki to say more than a handful of words to him each time he called. Every phone call put Shuichi into a worse mood until he finally went into a nose dive. Ever since the first time Shuichi met him, Yuki has been the center of his universe. Even for the year and a half they were apart, Shuichi still lived for Yuki, but you already knew that, didn’t you? And better than the rest of us, I think. So when we were on tour and Yuki wouldn’t respond to Shu’s distress…”

I can easily envision what it would have been like, “Poor Shuichi. Now I’m very pleased that you popped Yuki-san in the mouth, Hiroshi. That character certainly knows how to unhinge Shuichi.”

“You have no idea,” Hiro mutters to me. “Oh, yeah, right there.”

I dig my thumbs in where my lover instructs me to, “So what does this have to do with Yokohama?”

He purrs at me with obvious pleasure before he continues, “Well, when we got back, Yuki-san was on a book tour in Yokohama. Shuichi was too impatient to wait for Yuki to get back home, so once Bad Luck landed in Tokyo, Shuichi took a bullet train immediately for Yokohama. He was so excited about his visit to surprise Yuki. But, when Shuichi got back from Yokohama, he was worse than before he left. I figured the two of them had a big fight, after all…”

“Yeah,” I chuckle, “they always fight.”

“Yes, they always fight. Mmm, that feels so good!” he says loudly.

“Hiroshi, you need to stop moaning,” I scold him. “You’re getting me excited.”

“Oh, please,” he snaps back at me sarcastically. “Making toast gets you excited.”

I slap his naked ass, hard, and he yelps, “Finish your story.”

“What I found out this morning was that Shuichi caught Yuki cheating on him in Yokohama.”

My fingers stop, “You’re kidding? And Shu never told you before today?”

“No, he didn’t,” My lover sighs with obvious sorrow.

“What is wrong with that Yuki?” I hiss. I am ready to hunt down the blond, unfeeling, rakish boyfriend and turn myself loose on him.

“No, wait it gets worse,” Hiroshi sits up and turns to face me. He takes my hands, soothing me. “For two years, Shuichi was convinced that Yuki had been cheating on him. Last night, while he was still drugged, thanks to us, Yuki told Shu that it wasn’t him in Yokohama. Apparently, Yuki just found out himself that it was his bastard of a brother, Tatsuha, disguised as Yuki on the book tour. The two of them do look amazingly similar and it is not the first time Tatsuha has dressed himself up to look like Yuki.”

“His brother… the one that’s always trying to get you in the sack?” I say as I grit my teeth. Am I jealous? Hmm, that’s new for me.

“Yeah. But Tatsuha was really trying to get Ryu in the sack, I would have been…” he smiles and shrugs.

“Hmm, the icing on the cake,” I give him a fiery kiss. “Icing, my favorite part. It’s sticky-sweet and…”

“Down boy,” he cuts me off and pushes at me gently. “The point is, Shuichi has been angry, no - he has been furious - for two years over what amounts to nothing but a colossal misunderstanding.”

I grimace and say with sarcasm, “Oh, good. That ought to help his delicate frame of mind.” I flop onto my back, “I suppose we will be partially responsible if he goes around the bend, won’t we?”

Stretching out on his side next on to me, Hiro props himself up on his elbow, and says as he touches my cheek, “Yeah, I think we will be.”

“Great. But why didn’t he tell anyone about Yokohama? You or confront Yuki with it, at least?” I find that I am perplexed by Shu’s actions.

“I asked him the same thing and he does have his reasons. He didn’t tell me because I hated Yuki already and would have told Shu to leave him. And he didn’t talk to Yuki because Shu assumed that Yuki knew what was bothering him and was purposely ignoring it.”

“What a mess,” it is my turn to sigh.

“Yes. So, almost two years ago, they had their fight at the NG party,” he continues with the story.

I nod, “And that’s when Yuki hit him and Shuichi fell down the stairs ending up in the hospital?”

“Right,” he inhales. “That fight was about Yokohama.”

“Something that Yuki didn’t even know about… Wow, the guilt has really got to be doing a number on Shu’s head,” I find that I am frightened for our friend’s stability, his sanity, even. “How was he taking it?”

“He was beyond weird, Kyosuke,” I can hear the emotion in my lover’s voice. “He was guilt ridden… and a little scared, I think.”

I stroke his arm with my hand, “You don’t think Yuki will use the information to hurt Shu? That could really chip away what is left of Shu’s mental health.”

He closes his eyes, “Who knows. Probably, if Shu pushes the right buttons.”

“And he excels at pushing people’s buttons,” I say as I rub my head.

“Yes. Especially Yuki’s. I hope we haven’t made things worse,” the worry is obvious in his voice.

“I do, too, Hiroshi,” I say as I pull him close. “I do, too.”

We lie entwined for a few moments before I hear the front door open from the monitor next to my bed. I look at Hiroshi, “Shuichi?”

He shakes his head as he sits up, “No, probably Suguru.”

I smile, as usual, my thoughts wander to territory they should not when I think of our handsome young roommate. “I suppose we should get dressed.”

Hiroshi nods with a knowing smile as he says, “Yes, I don’t think Suguru could handle seeing you nude. He’d probably jump on you.”

“Hmm, like you did?” I replay that sweet memory as I reach for some clothing.

“It’s possible,” he grins at me as he also grabs for clothing.

I grin in return, “That might not be so bad. But I suspect it is you that he wants to…”

“Hey!” we hear Suguru’s voice from the other side of the door, “Quit screwing, I brought dinner.”

I laugh as I answer, “We’re not screwing, you missed it again. Come on in.”

“Kyosuke,” Hiro hisses at me as the door opens.

There we are, Hiro and me naked as the day we were born as Suguru stares at us, his mouth hanging open in complete surprise. Hiroshi slaps the t-shirt he is holding over his groin and blushes a deep crimson. Suguru is nearly the same shade. I, of course, am howling with laughter, totally unconcerned with my nudity.

“Damn it, Kyosuke,” my lover scolds me as Suguru takes one more long look before he scampers off. “You embarrassed him.”

“Yeah,” I was still laughing, “I embarrassed both of you.”

“You are a pervert and an exhibitionist,” he snarls.

Hiro’s outrage made me laugh even harder, “What!? The freak dares to call me a freak?”

“Get dressed and apologize to Suguru,” he threw my clothes at me.

“Yes, dear,” I say through my laughter as I dress.

Once we are both properly attired, we head for the kitchen where Suguru has already set the table. He looks up at me and blushes again. He is so cute!

“Kyosuke,” Hiro says in that no-nonsense tone he has.

“Okay, okay,” I can’t help but smile again at my lover, he’s very cute as well. “Hey, Suguru, I’m sorry for tricking you like that.”

He sighs sadly, “Maybe I should move to the hotel with the others.”

Well, crap, now I feel bad. Sometimes I really am too much of a devil, “Hey, you don’t need to do that! I promise I won’t do that to you again.”

Sitting down at the table he says, “I don’t know, I feel like I’m in the way here.”

“In the way?” I say with a start. “I hardly even know you are here most of the time. Besides, you have to admit, it’s more fun here.”

He nods, “That is true. But don’t you guys feel weird having me around?”

Hiroshi snorts, “In what capacity, Suguru? If you haven’t noticed, we haven’t really been very receptive to your needs. And Kyosuke here does whatever he wants whenever he wants.”

“Yeah, and Kyosuke “doing whatever he wants” means “doing” you much of the time,” Suguru gives both of us a shameless smile. “You guys can get pretty noisy. I know you were making Shuichi insane, I thought for sure he was going to break down and join you on a couple of occasions.”

“Really?” I say smugly as I sit down next to him.

Suguru snorts with laughter, “Yes! That was rather fun to watch, actually. He was almost climbing the walls he was so horny.”

“Well, we are pretty hot, after all,” Hiro smacks me on the head and I begin another round of laughter. “Oww! But it’s true, right Suguru?”

“Yes, that is true,” he gives us that smile again as his cheeks turn pink with a blush.

Uh oh. I may have just bitten off more than I can chew. I give my lover a furtive look and am relieved to see that he is not fuming with angry jealousy. Instead, I find that he is actually scrutinizing his band mate closely, something akin to amused curiosity marking his features. Threesome! My mind sings at me. But I try and keep my mind focused; threesomes can be tricky unless they are handled right. I have a little experience… okay, to be honest, I have a lot of experience when it comes to multiple partners, but this situation was different from all the others.

This situation involved love, and love has a habit of making threesomes a dicey proposition at best. I am not usually the one in love, so all the more reason for me to be cautious now. I am not certain how I would react if I saw Hiroshi and Suguru… oh, yeah… Suddenly, I have the undeniable internal assurance that I would be absolutely fine with it. It is not as if the thought hasn’t crossed my mind on a few occasions to begin with. But… I also didn’t want to do anything to put my relationship with Hiroshi at risk.

“I think we should eat,” Hiroshi says as he studies me with patience. “Maybe we should talk about this later.”

I nod, shifting in my seat, trying to calm my raging hard-on. Yes, we would need to talk about this. Hiroshi and me first, and if it turns out to be viable between the two of us, then we would need to speak to Suguru together. This could not happen without a whole lot of conversations taking place. However, in the mean time, I cannot help but dream about the possibilities. I may be the only person in the world that would be able to say that I slept with all three members of Bad Luck. Not that I would, mind you. Good gods, I hope Tony has the digital recorder ready for action, just in case because I would hate to miss this...

“Kyosuke!”

“Um, yeah?” I blink several times at Hiroshi trying to process what he asked me.

“I asked if you would pass the rice,” he smirks at me.

Passing him the rice I shrug and smile.

“Hiro, did you talk to Shuichi today?” Suguru asks as he tries to pretend that he does not know what is on my mind.

“Yeah, a little. Did you?”

“Yes, early this morning before I left. He was acting strange. Really strange. I’m worried about him holding it together.” He sighs, “I know this isn’t exactly the stuff you should talk about at the dinner table, but he woke me up again last night with his… vomiting.”

Hiro and I both pause and stare at our younger flatmate.

He stares back, “Don’t tell me you hadn’t noticed? Oh, probably not, you’ve been too busy screwing each other’s brains out.”

“How often, Suguru?” Hiroshi asks quietly.

“Almost every night for the past week. Before that, every few days. When I first got here, maybe once a week,” he shakes his head in obvious disappointment. “I can’t believe you guys! You have at least observed how much weight he has lost, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Hiro answers softly. “We were just talking about that, as a matter of fact. I don’t remember him throwing up last time he got so skinny, he just refused to eat. Maybe he’s actually sick this time?”

“Well, he’s not eating much. I don’t know if he’s physically sick or not. Personally, I think he’s just headed for a breakdown. I was hoping Yuki-san would help, but Shuichi was so weird this morning, they must have already had a fight or something,” he says. “Did they move to the hotel?”

“Yes,” I answer. “Tohma got them a suite.”

“Suguru,” my lover asks, “does Tohma know about Shuichi’s… problem?”

He shrugs, “Yeah, I told him today. I thought it might be good to get Shuichi to a doctor before he melts down completely.”

“That’s good. If anyone can get him to see a doctor, it might be Tohma. Or, at the very least Tohma will alert Yuki to it and maybe Yuki can get him to go.” Hiro nods.

“If Shuichi doesn’t run off first,” the keyboardist grumbles.

“Shit,” Hiro says, “you think so, too?”

“Yes, he had that look in his eyes and we’ve both seen it enough to know,” Suguru answers. “I gave Tohma that information as well, but really, Tohma’s involvement might only serve to make matters worse. I don’t know what else we can do, Hiro. If Yuki-san can’t get him under control, no one can.”

“I know, ‘Guru-kun,” Hiro smiles sadly. “I know.”

After dinner Hiro and Suguru move into the living room while I wash the dishes. Hiro tells Suguru the epic tale of Yokohama and all the details. Suguru is horrified, convinced now more than ever that Shuichi will likely bolt, unable to deal with the guilt and pain. Hiroshi wisely leaves out our kidnapping as well as the “almost” rape.

After I am done with the dishes, I join the two in the living room only to find my lover is sound asleep on the couch. Last night had been a little… strenuous for him. I rouse Hiroshi and convince him to go to bed.

Just before I leave the room to join him, Suguru speaks softly to me, “Kyosuke, do you like me?”

I turn and study him closely; there is a smoldering fire behind his eyes that usually means only one thing. I smile at him, trying to hold myself in check, “Yes, Suguru, I like you. Very much.”

“Would you consider…” he shrugs and turns away. “No, never mind.”

“Yes, I am considering,” I grin at him. “But we all need to talk about this first. All three of us. You really need to ponder, very carefully, how this could affect your working relationship with Hiro. ”

He nods at me, blushing furiously. He’s so cute! “Okay. In the meantime, can you tell me why Hiro is limping?”

“I think you should ask Hiroshi that question,” I am still grinning and I wink at him. Just before I leave the room I say, “I’ll see you in the morning. Maybe we can talk about ‘other’ things tomorrow.”

“All right,” he says with a smile and a blush.

Good gods, he is adorable! I am humming softly as I make my way to my bedroom, illicit images of Hiroshi and Suguru dancing in my head.



I am alone in the kitchen the next morning when there is a knock at the door. I open the door to find a very distraught Ito Haru.

“It’s Miki,” he says. He is breathing hard as if he has run to my house.

I see Tanaka and Kamura moving up the sidewalk to my door. I look back at Ito, “Is she gone?”

“Yes,” and his eyes fill with sadness.

“Did you two fight again?” I say with forced patience. Hiroshi has no idea what fighting between two band members can be like until he has witnessed an all-out brawl between Ito Haru and Watanabe Miki. Lovers one minute and throwing whatever is handy at each other the next.

Miki even tried to stab Haru at one point. It can be quite trying to keep the two of them from killing each other.

“Not really…” he says quietly.

“No,” Tanaka says as he joins us. “Haru has a new girlfriend. Miki just found out a couple of days ago.”

“Well, great,” I sigh as I wave them all inside and up the stairs. “Why didn’t one of you tell me?”

Tanaka answers, “We didn’t know about the new girlfriend until yesterday. We just thought Miki was having one of her usual mad fits.”

Everyone turns to look at Ito.

Ito Haru shrugs, “It didn’t seem that important. She seemed to be taking it well.”

Tanaka and Kamuru look at Ito as if he has grown a second head. “Well, she did!” Ito defends himself.

“Miki’s gone?” Hiroshi says, materializing suddenly at my elbow.

“Yes,” I answer as I rub a hand through my hair. “She does this on occasion, disappears without a trace.”

“Just like Shuichi,” Suguru says quietly as he also joins us.

“Miki and Shu…” Hiro shrugs and then nods, “Right on time.”

“Let’s go see Tohma,” I say to the roomful of people. “We can get his help as well as K’s to find her.”

“And find out if Shuichi is with her,” Suguru adds.


Once we get to the hotel, we find that our fears are confirmed. Shuichi is missing as well.

It turns out to be a very rough day for me, and I utilize every contact I have. And still, I come up empty handed. I am relatively certain the two of them have not left England, but that is about all I can glean.

I come home exhausted and late to find Hiroshi and Suguru in the kitchen together and cooking dinner.

“Hi, Kyosuke,” Hiro smiles as he gives me a kiss.

“Well, you two seem to be in better spirits,” I say gruffly.

“Didn’t you know?” Suguru asks with surprise. “We got an email from Shuichi telling us he’ll be back.”

“What?! When?” Looking for him all day and the brat manages to do this!!

“About 20 minutes ago,” Hiroshi smiles as he runs his hand through my hair. “It’s still up on my laptop, if you want to see it. It doesn’t say a lot, but usually we don’t hear a peep from him. Suguru and I both feel that this is different from Shu’s usual disappearances. It’s almost as if he’s just trying to work a few things out and needs a little space.”

“Yeah, it’s scary. Shuichi’s almost acting like a responsible, normal person,” Suguru nods in agreement.

I make my way to the living room and the laptop. Shu’s message is extremely short on details, but it seems to be enough to alleviate both Hiro and Suguru’s fears. Hmm. I pull out my phone and call Yuki to see if he knows about the email. He doesn’t know about it but he hangs up on me anyway. Typical.

Hiro comes to check on me. After nuzzling at my neck he says “You look tired, why don’t you take a shower and we’ll finish getting dinner ready.”

I am tired. I nod and wander down the hall to comply with my lover’s request.

When I get back, I find a beer and a simple, but very satisfying dish of tofu vegetable stir-fry and rice. I feel satisfied and spoiled by the two of them as they wait on me.

After dinner, I watch as they quickly wash the dishes while I make a few calls to see if there is any news from my contacts. Still no word. We all move to the living room to relax. I turn on the CD player and some Billie Holiday, hoping the soft jazz will help me unwind.

“I don’t know how Shuichi and Yuki-san do it,” Suguru sighs.

“Do what, Suguru?” I ask as I sit down and lean back against the couch, tugging Hiro over to lie against me. In the back ground I can hear Billie Holiday as she begins singing her heart out with Embraceable You.

Suguru watches us without embarrassment this time but instead with a curious hunger as he says, “Keep loving each other. They are so dysfunctional and they seem to like it that way, don’t you think?”

Hiro writhes against me trying to get comfortable, although I swear he has more on his mind as he stretches out his long body, causing his shirt to ride up and expose his stomach. He is keeping his eyes on Suguru, watching his band-mate stare at the naked skin. “Well, Shuichi always likes the more complicated things in life. So yeah,” he smiles at Suguru and licks his lips. Suguru and I both watch as Hiro’s fingers caress that patch of bare skin, “I think they do like it that way.”

Good lord, what is going on? Suguru is beginning to breath hard, Hiro is teasing both of us shamelessly, Billie Holiday is singing “Don’t be a naughty baby, Come to me, Come to me, do,” and the room is crackling with sexual tension. Hmm, maybe now would be a good time for “that” discussion.

“Sit up, Hiroshi,” I say gently. “We all need to talk.”

“I thought we were,” Suguru says in confusion.

“Not about Shu. We need to talk about what’s happening in this room right now,” I explain, as I discretely adjust my hard-on, trying to maintain some control on my hormones.

“What do you mean?” Suguru says innocently.

“Suguru, are you attracted to Hiroshi?” I ask bluntly. Now is not the time to be coy.

“Uh, I…” he struggles for words as his cheeks blush lightly.

Hiro snuggles up against me, radiating pheromones, making my body react with even more passion. It is as if someone has turned Hiro’s switch to ‘on’. The little minx begins to unbutton my shirt as he purrs, “Are you attracted to Kyosuke, Suguru? Do you want to join us?”

I watch as Suguru swallows hard. I grab my lover’s hands and still them, and place them back in his lap. Hiro’s silver-grey eyes are dilated and cloudy with lust. “Hiroshi, give Suguru a little time here to consider this. Behave yourself.”

“I, uh,” Suguru exhales deeply watching as Hiro resumes pawing at me, pushing my shirt open and twisting my nipple ring. “Oh!”

“Maybe,” I say shakily as I once again grab my lover’s insistent hands and stop them, “we should get Hiroshi some ice water.”

“Why?” Hiro blinks those grey eyes at me. “I thought you wanted Suguru, Kyosuke.”

Suguru moans.

“I do want him. And you want him too, you wanton little tease,” I say with exasperation. “But I am trying to be reasonable here. We can’t push him into something like this in haste. Not to mention that you and I haven’t really discussed it either. Now, I’ve thought about it and I’m okay with it, but I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you. And you, mister, writhing around like a bitch in heat; clearly you’re okay with it. Right now. But what happens tomorrow morning? Will you both be okay with that?” I look up pointedly at Suguru.

His hands are in his lap and he is touching himself. I groan internally. Exercise restraint, Kyosuke!

“Think you two!!” I snap as I slap at my lover’s wandering hands as he once again attempts to open my shirt, “And not with your dicks! Will you be comfortable enough with each other to do this? What happens when you are on the road, or in the studio or on stage? How will you work together if you flash back to this? Can you handle that?”

I hate being the voice of reason, it’s really not my forte. Especially at this moment when all I want to do is pound both of them through the floor.

Hiro finally begins to laugh, and the tension in the room eases slightly. He leans towards me still chuckling as he says, “Kyosuke, Suguru and I talked extensively about this earlier today. We are both okay with it. More than okay. Don’t worry, after sleeping with and working with Shu, this will be a cakewalk.”

We both look at Suguru, he is grinning at us. So it’s true, the little devils have been teasing me. I should have known after witnessing Hiro’s sluttish show. Part of me is embarrassed for being so gullible, but only a very small part. The rest of me can not believe my good fortune. I close my mouth and smile at Suguru. “So, how do you feel about this?”

“I’ve wanted Hiro for so long, even if it’s only one time, I can’t pass up this chance.” That hunger is still evident in his eyes.

It is as I suspected, Suguru is in love with Hiroshi. I pause as I realize this makes the situation even more complicated. “Suguru,” I sigh, hoping what I’m compelled to say doesn’t ruin the moment, “like you, I’m in love with Hiroshi. I’m definitely attracted to you, but how do you feel about me? Will you be able to handle watching me screw Hiro? Or watching as Hiro screws me?”

His eyes literally rolled back in his head. A good sign, I think. He is panting again as he says, “Kyosuke, you are… I’ve always admired you. You are… wow. And when I saw you naked yesterday… I don’t care if I don’t get to participate, can I at least watch?”

I blink at him. Can he watch? Holy gods! We have a green light. Tony… you better have that digital recorder ready to go.

Hiro slides off the couch and I watch his sweet ass as he crawls across the floor towards Suguru. He pushes Suguru’s legs apart and sits up between his band-mate’s open thighs. Reaching up, he winds his fingers through Suguru’s hair and pulls the other man into a scorching kiss. I see mouths open and tongues touch, hesitantly at first and then with much more passion. I watch with growing interest as a rivulet of salvia drips down Suguru’s chin.

My pants are way too tight and I unzip and slide them off. I might as well get comfortable in my boxers while I watch my lover go to work on Suguru. I want to join them, but I don’t think either one has been in a threesome before, so I don’t want to rush them. I’m not even sure if Suguru has ever been with a man. So I’m content to watch for a few minutes.

I lick my lips in anticipation as I watch Hiro’s skillful hands open Suguru’s pants. He breaks the kiss and leans back to look at the younger man. Suguru’s eyes open slowly and he returns Hiro’s gaze. The electricity between the two of them is palpable and I can’t resist sliding my hand under the waistband of my boxers and caressing my very anxious cock.

Hiro stands up and has Suguru stand up as well. Taking the slightly shorter man’s hand, and turning to look at me, he says, “Come on. Kyosuke has a really big bed.”

I do have a big bed. And am I glad of it, never more than at this particular moment. As the three of us move into my bedroom, I peel off my shirt and my boxers. I have mentioned I am unconcerned with my nudity, haven’t I?

Hiroshi looks at me and then at Suguru’s wide eyes staring at my groin. Shaking his head he says, “Are you trying to scare him off?”

“What?” I grin and shrug at him. “I am what I am.”

“Well, I get to go first,” my lover announces as he tugs Suguru’s opened shirt completely off.

“Why do you get to go first?” I challenge.

“Because I’m not hung like an ox,” he smirks at me as he slides Suguru’s pants down so they pool around his ankles on the floor. “And we need to be gentle. Suguru’s a virgin.”

I arch my pierced eyebrow at the keyboardist, “Is that true?”

“Well, I’ve been with girls before, but not…” he blushes a deep crimson as he attempts to cover up his wet-tipped erection.

Crossing my arms I say, “Well, maybe he doesn’t want to take it then, Hiroshi. Maybe he wants to give it instead. Besides, you tend to be very rough.”

My lover shakes his head again with a wide smile, “No, he told me he wants to…”

Suguru cut him off, “Hiro! Stop it!” He is now even a deeper shade of red.

He is so humiliated by our conversation; I can’t resist teasing him further, “So you don’t want to fuck Hiroshi?”

He starts in surprise at my vulgar language.

“Yeah, it’s a surprise, isn’t it? You have to watch out for Kyosuke. He doesn’t normally swear, but he’ll definitely talk dirty to you if he wants to fuck you.” Hiro grins, also unable to resist taunting his band-mate and he leans closer to Suguru, wrapping his arms around the keyboardists and whispers, “And right now, Kyosuke wants to fuck you.”

“Hiro,” Suguru whines with embarrassment, his whole body bright red.

“So, Suguru, it’s your choice. Who do you want first? Me, that’s supposedly hung like an ox or Hiroshi, who will, no doubt, be very rough with you? Because either way, we’re both having you.”

He hangs his head. He’s so embarrassed, I’m afraid we will push him too far with our teasing, but his cock is so hard and begging for attention, I know he’s at our mercy. So instead of giving him the groping he so desperately wants, I make him settle for a French kiss while Hiro disrobes. He responds to the kiss with a passionate moan, so I know we have not crossed the line with him yet. I walk him backwards until his legs are up against the bed and then I push him gently. He falls backward with a yelp, and his naked body twists lusciously as he recovers and lands on his back.

“You never can resist doing that, can you?” Hiroshi smiles at me.

I pull my lover to me and push my tongue into his mouth. Knowing that Suguru is watching us seems to fuel my desire so I reached down and grip those gorgeous hips of Hiro’s and grind him into me. His cock is as hard as mine and I finally relax, realizing that all three of us are okay with this.

Breaking the kiss I look over at a panting Suguru and smile, “Hiro gets you first. But I get to help.”

“What do I…” he mutters. “How do I…”

He looks a little scared but I also see the lust burning in him. “Don’t worry,” I say as slide onto the bed and kiss him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth I make out with him until he is breathless. I open my eyes a crack to see Hiro watching us as he strokes and licks the inside of Suguru’s thigh, moving ever closer to where Suguru’s wants him to be.

Once Hiroshi’s tongue darts over our new playmate’s cock, Suguru cries out.

“Mmm, Suguru,” I purr, moving my body so that I can lick his nipple. “You are in for a treat.” I say between licking and biting him. “Hiroshi has a very talented mouth. He’ll slide that tongue of his over your cock and then he’ll tease and suck you until you see stars.”

I watch as Hiroshi’s tongue laps at Suguru’s glistening cock, saliva already dripping from his lips. Suguru’s hips rise to meet that wonderful tongue and suddenly, his entire length disappears into Hiro’s mouth.

Suguru is writhing beneath the two of us, whimpering and I continue my narration, “Yes, just like that. He’ll swallow you down his throat and use those strong muscles to squeeze and caress you. In and out, up and down he’ll give you blinding pleasure. This is so hot to watch. Are you going to come, Suguru? It’s hard to resist isn’t it? You’ve dreamed about this moment, for so long haven’t you? Dreamed about coming in Hiroshi’s hot mouth as he sucks you off.”

“Suguru?” His eyes are closed and I whisper as I bite his nipple, “Are you coming?”

“YES!” he cries as his hips buck and Hiroshi has to use all his talent to not get thrown while he swallows Suguru’s cum.

I watch him as his ragged breathing begins to slow and then I kiss him; giving him a moment to revel in his post-orgasmic high before we move on to other diversions.

Breaking the kiss, I gently roll the now very compliant novice over so that he is on his stomach and nudge him to his knees, with his ass in the air, “Don’t worry about anything. We’ll take really good care of you. I promise.”

Hiro has already retrieved the bottle of lubricant and has moved onto the bed and between Suguru’s spread legs. I straddle Suguru’s back so that I am facing my lover and the two of us pause for a moment as we share a fiery kiss, tasting Suguru’s salty tang from Hiroshi’s tongue. I reach over and caress our charge’s sweet ass, giving him a moment to get used to my touch before I pry his cheeks gently apart. Hiro and I are both mesmerized by the sight of this virgin ass spread wide before us.

Suguru is moaning and I think he might be hyperventilating with sensory overload. I try to sooth him with words about how hot he is but Hiroshi can not resist and leans over to lick Suguru’s exposed crevice.

“Oh!” the keyboardist groans as his band mate’s tongue licks at him

My cock is dripping precum onto Suguru’s back and I am wound tight as a spring as I watch my lover tongue-fuck his friend. Suguru tries to move but between my grip on his ass and Hiro’s grasp on his thighs, this boy is going nowhere. And holy gods, watching this is hotter than the sun.

Hiro and I are both surprised when Suguru comes quickly a second time. Especially since neither one of us has touched his cock. But his back arches and he cries out and I feel the warm cum spatter my thigh. Hiro and I grin at each other and I can not resist taunting, “Again, Suguru? Well, no matter. We are still fucking you senseless.”

He groans but still can not move from our grasp. Hiroshi reaches for the lube and lets it dribble from the bottle down the exposed crease between the creamy ass cheeks. Suguru moans and tries to writhe as the long, strong guitarist’s fingers mix with the lubricant as they touch and tease the vulnerable, tiny opening. Hiro slides his middle finger in first, slowly and gently. I watch as the digit slips in and out, slicking and stretching the way. I look up and into Hiro’s smoldering eyes. I release Suguru’s ass as I grab Hiro’s hair and kiss him deeply, sucking him into my mouth, again tasting Suguru on his tongue. I slide against the top of Suguru’s back, my body craving friction, my cock weeping with need.

I moan as Hiro breaks the kiss. We both look and watch as he adds another finger into Suguru’s pliant entrance. Suguru’s hips undulate in a counter rhythm to Hiro’s twisting. Then the younger man cries out again as Hiro touches that sweet spot. I reach underneath and stroke the hard wet cock as Suguru shudders with the double sensation of both of us touching him.

Hiro has had enough and pulls his fingers from the keyboardist’s body. He snatches up the bottle again but this time I take it from him. Pouring some of the lubricant in my hand I reach over and coat my lover’s wet and hard erection. He moans with the contact but complies easily as I point his cock towards Suguru’s waiting hole.

As he repositions himself I remind him to take it easy and he nods as he pushes forward.

There is nothing like watching your lover’s cock be swallowed up by a tight hole. Watching Hiro’s face contort in pure pleasure as he stuffs himself into Suguru’s ass almost makes me come. It is so nasty and hot. Once Hiro is fully buried, I kiss him passionately before I dismount our new playmate’s back and move towards his head.

Grabbing his hair gently, I tug Suguru’s head up so I can see his face. He’s in a little pain, but clearly, not much as his eyes are completely glazed over with lust. I lean down and give him a gentle but insistent kiss.

“Suguru,” I say as a move forward. Grabbing my cock I rub the head against his kiss swollen lips and whisper, “Time for you to go to work.”

“But, I don’t think I can…”

That’s as far as he gets before I force his mouth over my erection. I’m so turned on; I have to avoid pressing his head down and choking him.

“Kyosuke,” I hear my lover say with a sultry chuckle, “remember to take it easy.”

I am about to fire off a smart ass response when Suguru sucks tentatively at the head of my cock. My answer to my lover is a strangled groan. He is clearly a novice at this, but the knowledge that I am fucking Suguru’s virgin mouth makes my eyes roll back in lust.

“I’m going to move now, Suguru,” Hiro says lowly and I snap my head back and my eyes open so I can watch as he pulls out slowly and the reenters his friend.

Suguru makes a low growling sound that vibrates through my aching cock.

“How does he feel?” I ask, my voice cracking with lust.

“Glorious. He is so fucking unbelievably tight, Kyosuke,” he groans. “I will not last long.”

“All the better for me,” I smirk as I lean over and kiss my sweat drenched lover, lifting one hand from Suguru’s head in order to pinch one of Hiro’s nipples.

That does it and he pounds into Suguru’s ass a few more times before throwing back his head and howling, Suguru whimpering with the abuse.

I crawl towards my lover and pull him away from Suguru. I need to have some relief, and that will happen inside the panting body below us. Rolling Suguru onto his back, I turn to find that Hiro already has the lube in his hand and he greases me up with a couple of strokes. Groaning, I spread Suguru’s legs and slide my right arm underneath his left knee as I aim my throbbing erection at the recently vacated and dripping, wet hole. Once I have the tip of my penis in, I raise his right ankle to my shoulder and brace my hands against the bed. I slide into him. He mews with my entrance, but his body arches up to meet me.

I am suddenly glad that Hiro went first and stretched the poor boy, creaming him up for me because I have very little control at this point. After the first few easy strokes, I find I am plunging into his still-tight channel with savage brutality. Suguru’s hands clutch at the bedding, as I push his body closer to the headboard with every thrust.

Hiro watches me fuck his band mate mercilessly, his eyes glazed, and his erection rapidly returning. He finally comes to his senses and realizes how vulnerable I am. Concentrating on trying not to come too quickly, I am startled when I feel my lover’s lubed up finger slip into my ass. It’s tricky because of my movements, but Hiro has surprised me on more than one occasion with his ability to problem solve. Grabbing my hip, he forces me to slow down as he slips in a second and then a third finger in quick succession. He’s a little rough with me, but not enough to make me complain.

I have no illusions about the situation, I am about to get fucked.

Moving behind me on the bed, Hiro grabs both of my hips and forces me to stop moving completely. Suguru starts to whine in protest, but when he opens his eyes, he stops.

“Oh, wow,” he blushes, eyes rolling, as he realizes what’s happening.

I can’t help but groan as Hiro’s cock slides into me, none-to-gently, I might add. Once my vision clears I manage to say, “I told you we were hot, didn’t I Suguru?”

Suguru pushes his hips up, driving my cock deeper into him. I yelp with surprise and pleasure.

“Yeah, Suguru,” Hiro pants as he pulls Suguru’s ankle off my shoulder and onto the bed. “Do that; fuck yourself with Kyosuke’s cock. That is hot!”

I can’t even begin to compose myself as Suguru pulls his other leg free from my embrace and plants both of his feet flat on the bed and begins to buck into me. It’s an acrobatic movement for him, raising his hips and riding me at this angle, but he manages all the same.

“That’s it,” Hiro purrs, as he begins to move his shaft inside me.

The double sensation of Suguru climbing my cock and Hiroshi fucking me is overwhelming. I can’t even form a coherent sentence; all that comes out is grunts and moans.

“I think we have finally found a way to shut you up, Kyosuke,” Hiro says as he grips my hips with bruising ferocity and begins to pound into me.

Needless to say, my orgasm uncoils inside me remarkably quick, something like an over-wound spring that has broken free. Shuddering, my vision blurs and I shout sweet, incoherent nothings. Hiroshi continues his relentless and brutal pounding into me as I try not to crush Suguru, with my post orgasmic weakness. Amazingly, I manage to stay hard inside the keyboardist as he continues to fuck himself with my now hyper-sensitive cock. I feel something like a sex doll, not a bad thing, actually.

Hiro is close as I feel his cock become even harder and his thrusts quicken. He angles his movements so that he rubs against my prostate causing me mew like a kitten in response to his touch. As I finally regain some control, I shift my hips in response to both of my partners, trying to get the motion right for all three of us.

Suguru is first as his tight tunnel constricts around my renewed desire and he screams out as his cum splatters him and me.

Hiroshi is pounding into me like a jackhammer and as I try and meet his assault he cries out and I feel him twitch inside me, filling me with his seed. After a moment, he leans back and withdraws from me and slides off the bed, giving me the chance to finally lie down.

Rolling onto my side, I watch as Hiro disappears out of the room.

“Where’s he going?” Suguru pants.

I look at Suguru’s brown eyes, “To wash himself off.”

“Should I do that, too?” he asks me with wide eyes. “I am all sticky.”

I laugh with delight at his innocence, and leaning over I lap up some cum off of his stomach. “Not necessary for you at this time.” I lick up a bit more before I say, “Suguru, I would really like to see you fuck Hiroshi. Would you be interested in doing that?”

Suguru groans and I notice with amazement that his cock is already hard. I continue licking him clean but pause long enough to grin at him and say, “Looks like you are interested.”

When Hiro rejoins us I tell him the same thing. Hiro looks at Suguru, “Do you want to do that?”

Suguru groans again and now I get up. I can feel a rivulet of Hiro’s cum running down my leg. I look at both of them and shake my finger, “Wait until I get back, okay?”

I dash into the bathroom and turn on the shower nozzle. I wash myself off quickly but thoroughly. While I do so, I hope that Hiro will agree to let Suguru have him. Then I could have Suguru again, and that would be…

I dry myself off and race back to the room. When I enter the room, I find Hiro lying on his back on the bed his knees spread wide. Suguru is kneeling between the open thighs looking innocent and confused. Hiro’s long hair partially obscures his smoldering grey eyes as he asks, “Kyosuke, will you help Suguru get me ready?”

Nodding I say stupidly, “Yeah, I think so!” Then I lean over and give him a quick kiss. Who knew that Bad Luck’s guitarist was such a wanton and lustful creature?

“Lube?” I ask a nervous looking Suguru. He holds up the bottle. “Here, just like we did to you.” I slide onto the bed on my knees next to Suguru, our shoulders touching. This time it is Suguru that I take into a deep, French kiss before turning my attention to Hiro’s spread legs. Leaning over I give a little lick to the inside of one of Hiro’s thighs before sitting back up and instructing Suguru to drizzle a generous amount of lube over his friend’s balls.

Nuzzling Suguru’s neck I announce “I’ll start to get him ready but you watch, and follow my instructions, okay? Now, spread him further apart, so we can see what we are doing.”

He nods, and although he is bright red with embarrassment and panting with lust, he reaches down and cups Hiro’s ass gently, spreading his band-mate open with his talented thumbs. I let him stare at the luscious crevice, the lube dripping down over Hiro’s most intimate parts. I use the extra, dripping lube to slick up my fingers. Suguru watches my every move intently. I let my finger trace over the crack, past the tiny entrance and to the ultra sensitive patch of skin just below his sac.

Hiro doesn’t disappoint me as he writhes with pleasure. I grab Suguru’s right hand and let him stroke my lover’s perineum, letting him witness the wonderful show that Hiro gives. I can see that Suguru is starting to feel it, starting to understand the full power behind giving pleasure.

“Hiroshi, it’ll be easier if you roll over for us,” I instruct and Hiro rolls onto his stomach and raises himself to his knees, ass in the air, moving his legs to either side of Suguru’s hips and rubbing against his band-mate.

Suguru groans at the sight and the contact and I grin at the novice. “Yeah, Hiro’s a bitch all right. Now, on with our lesson.”

I lean close and place Suguru’s left hand on Hiro’s left cheek, since I am to Suguru’s right, I place my right hand on Hiro’s right cheek. “Okay, now we can keep him opened up and we can both touch him.”

As Suguru strokes Hiro’s tender flesh, my finger moves to swirls around the little hole as I explain, “Hiro likes some pain so you don’t have to be too careful with him. See his welts? He’s a freak and he likes it rough so he’ll be perfect as your first. You won’t be able to hurt him.” I push my finger in and Hiro throws back his head with a moan of desire. Suguru and I watch my finger slide in and out a few times before I whisper, “Now you put one in.” My new student eagerly stuffs his index finger in with mine into his band mate. “Yeah, that’s it,” I pant, as we both fondle Hiro. “Now, add another finger.”

Hiro whimpers with the addition of Suguru’s middle finger. I cannot resist as I also add another digit to his tight hole, causing him to thrash back against us.

Suguru’s a quick study despite his embarrassment and I watch and feel with fascination as he searches for and finds Hiro’s prostate, causing Hiro to give a wailing cry. “It’s time,” I manage to say as I pull my fingers free. I quickly coat my hands with lube and stroke Suguru’s weeping shaft. I guide Suguru’s cock to Hiro’s opening and push his hips forward so that he buries himself with one quick thrust.

You can tell they are in the same band as their cries harmonize perfectly with one another.

I watch Suguru’s pleasure filled face, brushing back the hair from his eyes, “How is it, Suguru? Is it everything you wanted, your cock in Hiroshi’s tight ass?”

“Yes,” is his strangled whisper as his eyes open and look into mine. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“Good,” I say with a smile before I kiss him gently.

It’s my turn now and I coat my own erection with lube. I move behind Suguru on my big bed, entering him with one quick thrust. He is still recovering from being newly inserted inside of Hiro and he shudders in surprise and pleasure. It’s so good being in the middle. It takes me a minute to get the angle right, but I finally figure it out so that it is Suguru that drives his own pleasure from both directions. Each time he pulls out of Hiro, he fills himself with me.

It’s hot and intense for him. Too intense and he comes in a matter of a few thrusts. I however am far from done and once he has spilled himself inside of Hiro, I grip his hips and fuck him slow and hard. Hiro slithers out from underneath us and leans against the headboard watching us. I notice he is still hard.

With Hiro no longer supporting him, Suguru collapses forward with his head and chest on the bed. This new position allows me much better leverage and I find that I can get deeper and pound him harder. As an added bonus, I can also watch my cock slide in and out of that tight entrance. Suguru is whimpering with my every savage thrust. Hiro finally leans over, cups Suguru’s chin and lifts up his band-mate’s head, smoothing back the sweat drenched hair. Looking over at me, my long-haired lover says, “Kyosuke, you’ve come once already tonight, right?”

“Yes,” I pant my response, concentrating on fucking Suguru’s tight ass.

Hiro smiles and looks lovingly at Suguru, still stroking his hair, “Since Kyosuke has already come once, you are about to be fucked senseless. So, unless you want another hour or so of being pounded, maybe you should suck me off. A little show might help take Kyosuke over the edge.”

Hiro saying that almost takes me over the edge, but I hang on. Suguru is still very tight, so to be honest, I probably won’t last anywhere near an hour. But I wouldn’t mind if I did, this sensation is exquisite. I continue my languid thrusts as I watch in rapt attention as Hiro moves to kneel on the bed in front of Suguru. After a moment or two, Suguru’s tongue licks tentatively at Hiro’s cock. Hiro’s not interested in gentle and he threads those long fingers through the novice’s hair and forces his erection deep into Suguru’s mouth.

Suguru gags, his body shuddering with the attempted rejection of a foreign object thrust deep into his mouth. Hiro’s harsh treatment turns out to be a bonus for me as Suguru’s ass tightens around me and I groan. Suguru grabs the base of Hiro’s cock in obvious distress, restricting the whole length from being pushed into his mouth. Hiroshi is soothing his band mate with reassuring instructions, but he is not relenting or slowing his thrusts to Suguru’s mouth.

I reach around and stroke at Suguru’s cock saying, “Well, in spite of your rough treatment Hiroshi, our boy toy is hard yet again. Suguru, my darling, you are amazing.”

“I thought he might be,” Hiro pants at me, still shoving his shaft into our student’s mouth mercilessly. “He seems to like it rough, also. This was such a good idea.”

“Great, now I have two freaks that like it rough on my hands,” I pant. “I have to agree with you though, this was a good idea,” I say as I continue my own thrusting into Suguru’s taut ass. I fondle his erection and watch as Hiro abuses his band-mate’s mouth and throat, faster and faster, as he gets closer to orgasm. “Suguru, do you think this was a good idea?” I ask with a smile, knowing that he cannot answer at the moment.

“Give him just a moment, Kyosuke,” Hiro says with a moan as he suddenly pulls Suguru’s head up by the hair and sprays the younger man’s face with his cum. Suguru is surprised for a moment but groans and comes himself in response to the nasty treatment.

Suguru’s ass squeezes me so tight when he comes that I cannot hold back and I explode inside of him as Hiroshi reaches over Suguru and tugs on my nipple ring. I shout something strange in Mandarin, something about life and death blurring into each other at the time of orgasm. It is very existential, totally ecstasy induced and complete rubbish. I am glad that neither of them understands Mandarin.

I fall on the bed, onto my side, still panting with my recent release and look over as our new playmate collapses next to me. His eyes are glazed and already closing. “Hey,” I poke his shoulder. “We all need showers before bed. Come on, Hiro and I will help you.”

“I can do it,” he complains and slides to the edge of the bed and stands up.

“No, wait!” I shout as Hiro scrambles off the bed next to Suguru in time to catch and steady our student.

Hiro smiles, with his arm around Suguru’s waist, “It feels a little strange at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

I stand up to help, but it seems as if Suguru has gotten his legs under control, “A little strange?” he grumbles at us.

“Hey, you asked for it,” I grin as I watch him wobble towards the bathroom. I turn my grin to Hiro, “He is going to be very sore in the morning.”

“Yes, he is,” Hiro laughs as he follows Suguru down the hall.

It is almost morning when the bedding is changed and the showers are complete. I am glad once again for my large bed as the three of us snuggle in together, Suguru in the middle.

I turn on my side to face him and I ask again, “So Suguru, do you think this was a good idea?”

“Hell, yes,” he mumbles. “But, can I have you next time, Kyosuke?”

Next time? I am grinning when I answer, “We will have to see. Hey, if you’ve never done this before, where did you learn to do that climbing maneuver?”

He sighs sleepily, “I’m well read.”

“I’d say so,” I am still grinning. Next time. Next time.

“Go to sleep, you two,” Hiro grumbles at us as he throws an arm across Suguru’s chest and tangles his fingers in my hair.

For some odd reason, and it’s a little too soon to tell, but I think a relationship with the two of them might actually work. It will be difficult, but maybe we could do it. I am thinking of the possibilities, drifting off towards sleep when the phone rings. The phone is nearest to Hiro so he answers it. He has to grumble at Suguru to move in order to hand the phone to me.

“Inoue,” I say as I hold the phone to my ear.

There is a long silence and for a moment I am not sure if there is anyone else on the line. Then I hear the unmistakable sound of someone taking a drag off of a cigarette. Finally, a voice I never thought would call me says, “We need to talk.”

I am staring at Hiro when the line goes dead.

“Kyosuke?” Hiro says quietly, “What is it?”

I slide off the bed and reach for some clothing.

“Who was that?” Hiro asks, beginning to panic.

Pulling on a black t-shirt I turn to him and say, “Yuki. That was Yuki. He wants to talk.”

“What? Is it about Shu? Should I go with you?”

“I don’t know what it’s about, Hiroshi.” I say as I finish dressing. I walk around the edge of the bed and give him a kiss, “I’ll call you if there is a problem.”

Suguru is sitting up, “Are you sure? Maybe we should go with you.”

We. I smile and kiss him, too. “No, you two stay here. Try not to have too much fun without me.”

I grudgingly leave Hiro and Suguru warm and comfortably entwined in my bed as I make my way to the hotel. Having just had the most amazing night of my life, I find that I do not appreciate being summoned away from my lovers.

Whatever Yuki has to say to me, it had better be good.


TBC


Lyrics for Sweet Dreams by Annie Lennox and Dave Stewart



Afterward:

For all of you that are squeamish about cousin love – in my world – Kyosuke and Suguru are not blood cousins. Here’s a little bit of the family tree:

Kyosuke’s dad and Tohma’s mom are brother and sister.
Tohma’s dad and Suguru’s mom are brother and sister.
Therefore, Kyosuke and Suguru are cousins-in-law I guess.

And if you like cousin love, just ignore the above!