Title: Icy Hot
Pairing: Kaoru/Kyo established, Kaoru/Kyo/Shinya
Type: snarky, romantic-ish
Rating: NC-17
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Begun: 03/05/06
Ended: 05/09/06 ... >_>
Kyo sighed deeply as he lowered himself into the jacuzzi. He stretched and wiggled around gleefully until he came to rest in front of one of the water jets. He gave a happy mewl. From some vague point behind him came a low, very amused chuckle. Kyo whipped around and mock-glared at Kaoru.
“You sit in front of one of these and tell me you don’t like it.”
“I think I will,” the guitarist replied. He slid into the water, discarding his towel by the side, and came to rest in front of a differing water jet. He winced suddenly as the water hit a slightly bruised patch of skin. “I don’t like it.”
“Spoil sport,” Kyo huffed.
Kaoru moved away from the jet and closer to the shorter man, a mischievous smile on his often-serious face. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night. Or the night before that. Or the night before that one. You seemed quite pleased about me being a sport. Especially in the shower stall.”
The tips of Kyo’s ears turned bright red without his approval. He looked around, making sure that no one stood in hearing distance. He glared at Kaoru, “Keep that up and I’m going to start complaining. Loudly.”
Kaoru smirked and closed the distance between Kyo and himself swiftly, wrapping an arm around the shorter man’s waist before he could squirm away. His lips found the blushing shell of Kyo’s ear unerringly and he bit it gently. “Now, now. Be nice. Or I’ll tell Shinya that you keep a pair of his underwear in your suitcase. He still wonders what happened to them, you know.”
“You’re the one who took them. You gave them to me!” Kyo hissed, trying to keep appearances of being angry when his body wanted nothing more than to melt against his lover’s. He tried to push away, but it was a feeble attempt at best.
Kaoru snickered, hand tracing circles around the shorter man’s belly-button, “But between my word and yours, whom do you think he’s going to believe?”
“I hate you,” Kyo muttered without heat.
“You love me.”
The hand moved farther down, a finger slipping under the waist band of Kyo’s trunks but refusing to complete the journey. Kyo bucked in spite of himself.
“Sometimes ‘wonder if I do, or if you’re just putting drugs in my drinks.”
“Who’s doing drugs?”
They jumped away from each other guiltily before realizing that it was their drummer. Both turned from the waist up to greet Shinya. The graceful drummer smiled at them, his eyes dancing with amusement. He settled himself on the ground opposite his band mates, letting a hand dip into the water.
“Aren’t you going to join us?” Kaoru asked.
Shinya shook his head, raising an eyebrow, “In leather?”
Kaoru and Kyo both helped themselves to healthy eyefuls of Shinya’s lean legs encased in leather pants, both smirking slightly. Shinya rolled his eyes as Kaoru put on the air of someone who’d only just realized that the drummer was indeed, wearing leather. “... Oh yeah.”
“I promised Toshiya I’d meet him for dinner before he and Die leave. I’ve got a few minutes till then, so I figured I can waste them with you.”
Kyo affected a shocked look, placing a hand over his heart, “You hear that, Kao? He’s only here because he’s got time to waste. We’re not important enough for him to spend time with anymore.”
Kaoru nodded solemnly, shooting Kyo a glance that had the shorter man smiling wickedly. “I heard, and I’m hurt,” he turned to Shinya, “You know what this means, don’t you?”
Shinya cocked his head to the side, short bits of hair falling into his eyes, “Eh?”
The guitarist began speaking slowly, making sure the drummer’s attention was on him as Kyo advanced. “We’re going to ...” Without warning the short vocalist leapt out of the water, splashing it everywhere, and grabbed Shinya in a bear hug. He clung to the narrow shoulders, ignoring the drummer’s protesting cries. “... have to get you wet,” Kaoru finished smugly.
Shinya spluttered, trying to extract himself from the leech that they called their vocalist. His struggles only caused Kyo to hold on tighter, and the drummer wrinkled his nose at the feeling of water seeping through his clothes. “Let go, you parasite!”
“Not quite wet enough, I think, Kyo,” Kaoru laughed, “Here, let me help.” And he attached himself promptly to Shinya’s left side.
Shinya shot them a dirty look from under waterlogged bangs. He very firmly planted his knees apart on the floor, desperate for leverage. The last thing he needed know was to be dragged into the jacuzzi – his pants would be ruined. Both Kaoru and Kyo seemed to understand on some basic level that pulling him in with them would be taking the joke too far, and let him get away without too much fuss. Neither tried to hide their admiring glances when Shinya stood and stripped off his shirt.
The drummer sighed, too annoyed to notice. “Well, now that I have to change clothes, you two get the privilege of explaining to Toshiya why I’m late to meet him.”
“Hai, hai,” Kyo agreed, waving an unconcerned hand.
“Don’t catch a cold on the way back to the room,” Kaoru crowed sweetly.
Shinya graced them with an extended middle finger, shaking his head as he left to their mock-shocked gasps of horror. “Don’t expect to get a good night’s sleep,” he muttered half-heartedly. He’d get them back, certainly, but now his priority was to change clothes and get back down for dinner.
“While I’m sure you two are thrilled by the view of his ass,” Toshiya started. He had to pause when both Kaoru and Kyo gave tiny yelps of surprise. Smirking, he crossed his legs, making himself more comfortable in the pool-side chair.
“Where’d you come from?!”
“I was over there,” the bassist said, motioning to the opposite pool entrance, “I just didn’t think to get myself involved, as I have no desire to get wet. Anyway. As I was saying: While I’m sure you two are thrilled by the gratuitous ass-shot, you have postponed my dinner date. Toshiya is Not Pleased.”
“He’ll be down,” Kyo shrugged, snuggling back against Kaoru, “He’s only got to change his shirt.”
Toshiya sniffed haughtily, his nose turning upward in the air. “But Toshiya is hungry, you see, and does not approve being delayed from eating. Not to mention that you will have him to yourselves for the rest of the vacation, and Toshiya shall not.”
Kaoru and Kyo looked at each other, eyebrows raised. They looked back at their bassist, eyebrows still raised. Toshiya started laughing and calmed just enough to talk when the looks turned from mildly annoyed to faintly murderous.
“What, you think that Die and I decided to leave on a whim? We’re getting tired of you two moping about not having him, so we decided to give you ‘till the end of the week alone with him. If between the two of you, you can’t win him over by then ... well, there’s nothing left to do but laugh.”
Two jaws dropped. Toshiya laughed harder. He stood and meandered down the length of the pool, heading for the lobby where he and Shinya were to meet for dinner, waving over his shoulder. “Good luck.”
Then he was gone. Kaoru and Kyo looked at each other, each forcing their jaw to close as they did so.
“Did he just ...”
“Say what I ...”
“Think he said?”
There was silence as they thought over the conversation. Without meaning to, they spoke simultaneously: “Yeah. He did.”
“Sorry, Totchi!” Shinya called when he sighted his friend.
Toshiya pushed off the column he’d been leaning against, turned around, and grinned. He waved the drummer over, not speaking until there was hardly a foot of space separating them. He glomped onto Shinya then, startling the younger man.
“No need,” Toshiya said. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “I got the explanation from those two.”
“Ah. Are Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum still in there?”
Toshiya shrugged, “Probably.”
“They’re going to get heat stroke,” Shinya sighed, biting his lip.
“I doubt it. Kaoru’d give the heat stroke such a cold shoulder it’d be beaten off, n’ Kyo’d just scare it away.”
Shinya snorted, “Is that so?”
“Probably.”
“Enough about ‘em. Let’s get something to eat.”
“More golden words never spoken, milady,” Toshiya said, grinning, offering his arm.
Shinya hit the elbow and started walking towards the restaurant entrance without waiting for his friend. “As if you could ever be a proper gentleman.”
“You wound me, Shin-chan,” Toshiya sighed heavily. He caught up with the drummer easily, and made puppy-dog eyes at his friend, his face the perfect picture of woe.
Sadly, he was easily ignored by the other, who was also quite good at puppy-dog eyes when he had to be. They were greeted by the maitre d’ and, without too much more bickering, the two got settled at a table. After the usual polite chit-chat with their waiter, began their perusal of the provided menu. Both made their choices and sat, talking quietly, until the waiter acknowledged them again. He left with a short bow and a promise to be back shortly.
“So what are you going to do for the rest of the week?” Toshiya asked, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, elbow propped prettily on the table.
Shinya sat back in his seat, eyes fogging a little as he thought. “You know ...” he said slowly, “I hadn’t thought about that. I’m not really sure. I suppose I’ll make myself scarce – give Kyo and Kaoru some more time on their own.” He shrugged and added, “I hear that the skiing here is really good.”
“You’re going to ski?” Toshiya asked, eyebrows raising in surprise.
“Why not? It is here to be taken advantage of.”
The bassist shrugged, displacing his cheek from his palm, “No reason.” He grinned, and his eyes shone with humor, “Just don’t get lost and catch frostbite in the snow. You might accidentally wind up declaring your love for Die.”[1]
Shinya groaned, “You’re never going to let me live down that thing, are you? Why do you even read those?”
The waiter returned, bearing their drinks, and was off without a word. The two friends paused to blink at the sudden appearance of drinks in front of their faces. They looked up at the retreating back of the waiter, then at each other, and chuckled.
“That was interesting.”
“Don’t avoid my question,” Shinya admonished lightly.
Toshiya shrugged sheepishly, “They’re really funny sometimes. Some make no sense, some are written in such horrible English that I think native speakers can’t understand them, and some are actually pretty captivating.”
“And some are just retarded. I still say your brain cells are taking a horrible mental blow.”
The bassist shrugged cheerfully. “We’ve all got our quirky pass-times.”
“True, true,” Shinya agreed. He lifted his glass in a gesture of a silent toast and took a sip, savoring the tea. “What’ll you and Die be doing for the week?”
Toshiya mimicked Shinya’s toast, “Not sure. It was sort of impulsive on both our parts. I’ll bet we wind up driving around until we find something interesting. Unless Die’s come up with a plan.”
“Leaving me at the mercies of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. Horrible people you are.”
The young man pulled an apologetic face, “I’m really sorry about that. We just got everything set up for two and ...” He shrugged helplessly, his face and body posture projecting regret and anxiety.
Shinya laughed, waving the apology aside, “I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ve stood these two for longer periods of time for less.”
Toshiya grinned, raising his glass in a silent toast to the fact and conveniently hiding his smirk in the cup. He won’t be singing the same tune for long, if those two are worth anything. Shinya’ll never know what hit him.
It was fairly early in the evening still when Shinya padded silently down the prettily decorated hall to his room. He spared a glance at the door that lead to Kaoru and Kyo’s room, pausing for a brief second in front of it and contemplating knocking. Not being very tired, he would enjoy their company ... He raised his hand, about to knock, but something stopped him.
They might still be down in the pool. Or maybe in the game room, or something. Ah, well, the rooms are connected. I can always knock on that door later; best give them some more time alone before intruding completely.
Mental images followed that thought that caused Shinya to blush horribly. He shifted where he stood, pants suddenly becoming a little restrictive. Now embarrassed, the drummer yanked out his key-card and went immediately for his room. He had to try his key three times before it deigned to work for him, and cursing softly he entered the darkened room.
And stopped dead in his tracks. He’d left his curtains open, and the table lamp on. Why was it dark? The door shut behind him, bathing him in the dark. The drummer cursed again mentally. He stayed by the door way, inching back towards the handle, ears perked and listening for any sounds that might come from deeper in the room. He heard nothing.
As good a time as any to bolt ...
Just then, the door connecting his room to Kaoru and Kyo’s opened, spilling light and two giggling figures from the doorway. Shinya fought the urge to smack himself as he pressed against his door in relief.
Figures that those two clowns would be trying something.
He started to say something, but was aware that neither of the giggling idiots knew that he was in the room. The youngest man smiled evilly, slowly forming the perfect payback scheme in his mind, but the planning was interrupted when Kyo suddenly spoke between giggles.
“Shinya’ll never know what hit ‘im.”
“Shhhhh!” Kaoru hissed, “You’ll jinx us! Just watch – he’ll walk through the door at any ...”
Both looked at the door then, and groaned simultaneously. Shinya waved back at them, feeling sheepish and not knowing why. “Um ... hi?”
“Gah! Ruined!” Kyo cried, throwing himself against the wall, “All the planning, so horribly laid to waste.”
“Told you you’d jinx us,” Kaoru said sullenly, throwing – were those flower petals? – at the singer.
“Oh, shut it,” the short man groused. He flicked on the light switch next to him, bathing the room in – holy hell that’s bright, Shinya winced, throwing a hand over his eyes – light. The drummer put his hand down when his eyes were suitably adjusted ... and blinked. And blinked. And blinked.
The room was all but covered in candles, probably vanilla scented though none were lit so Shinya couldn’t tell. On his bed was littered many flower petals of different colors – so many that the drummer wondered how much trouble they’d gone to just to get them. There was no doubt that Shinya felt touched, and yet ...
Kyo blushed furiously, glaring bloody murder at the innocent flower petals on Shinya’s bed. Kaoru refused to make any kind of eye contact, staring instead at the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. The drummer bit his lip, fighting the urge to laugh admirably.
“You ... you did this?”
Two sullen nods.
“For me?”
Two sullen nods.
Shinya couldn’t help himself. It started at as a low snicker and ended up with the tall man falling against the door, laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath. Kyo went redder in the face, and even Kaoru couldn’t stop his cheeks from coloring.
“Stop laughing,” the singer muttered, scuffing his shoe on the carpet.
“I’m ... I’m sorry,” Shinya gasped, “I ... I really am ... It’s sweet ... But ... it’s so corny!”
“Oh shut up,” Kaoru snapped. “We knew that when we started. We thought ...” he shrugged.
The drummer pulled himself together, poised and calm in less than a blink of the eye – a talent he had that was envied by all. He stepped further into the room, hands out in entreatment, “No, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh ... well, not at you. It’s lovely, and it really is very sweet, and nobody’s ever done anything like this for me, and you’re wonderful for it, and ...”
Shinya trailed off, noticing that he was being stared at in open-mouthed awe.
“He’s babbling, Kao-chan,” Kyo marveled, and it was Shinya’s turn to blush.
“He never babbles,” Kaoru agreed, his mouth slowly curving up into a smile. He looked at Shinya as if measuring something, then declared, “I think it means he likes us.”
The drummer turned a brighter shade of red. Kyo and Kaoru looked at each other, and grinned evilly. They locked their gazes on Shinya, currently staring at the floor, and advanced in synchronization, making no sound as they closed in on him. When Shinya finally looked up, they were so close he almost head-butted them. His eyes widened, and his words died on partly opened lips. Kaoru’s eyes were immediately directed there, and he eyed them. His tongue darted out to wet his own lips unconsciously, and Shinya drew a sharp breath. The guitarist locked eyes with Shinya once more, a smirk curving his lips up as he leaned in. The drummer did not back away. Rather, his eyes fluttered to half-mast of their own accord, and his head tilted to the side. A moment later Kaoru slid hot lips over his. Shinya sighed, leaning into the kiss ... only to find that his movement was restricted. He made a soft whine in his throat. Kaoru pulled away ever so slightly, his breath mingling with the drummer’s, and looked down.
Kyo chuckled and pressed Shinya more firmly against the door, slipping hands up the drummer’s shirt. Shinya hadn’t even realized the petting he’d been receiving from the vocalist. “Shh, shh,” Kyo soothed. “I’m not about to be left out of this. You just hang tight there.”
Shinya snorted, and was about to comment, but lost all train of thought before he could form the words and was left gasping against the door. Kyo smirked around the nipple between his teeth and laved his tongue around it, soothing the bite. The younger man arched his back off the door as far as he could.
“Perhaps ...” Kaoru started lowly, nipping the nape of Kyo’s neck, “we should move this to the bed. I imagine the door won’t be as comfortable for three.”
“Mmm,” the singer agreed, busily sucking on Shinya’s neglected nipple.
This time the guitarist snorted and caught the drummer’s lips with his own, wrapping a strong arm around Shinya’s waist and walking backwards. The firm press of Kaoru’s hand to the small of his back had the drummer following him unthinkingly. Kyo took up the march behind Shinya, nipping the younger man’s neck and licking the sensitive shells of his ears. Nimble fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of Shinya’s pants, which fell to his ankles.
Unfortunately, they weren’t quite at the bed yet, and so Shinya tripped with the next step he took.
“Woah!” Kaoru grunted, catching the slender body before they all became intimate with the floor. The three paused, jolted from their mood. Then drummer and guitarist turned and glared at Kyo simultaneously.
“Niimura Tooru!”
Kyo chuckled nervously, threading a hand through his hair and avoiding their gazes. “Um ... well. Not very movie-like, was it?”
Shinya and Kaoru shared a Look, the younger man stepping out of his pants slowly. His shirt followed quickly, and the guitarist started unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly they stopped moving, grinned, and turned to appraise the vocalist thoughtfully.
“I think this calls for punishment, Kaoru-kun,” the drummer murmured, kicking the discarded pants to one side. He moved silently towards the vocalist, getting behind him before Kyo could think to run, and wrapped deceptively slender arms around Kyo’s trim waist.
“I think you’re right,” Kaoru agreed softly, grabbing the hem of Kyo’s shirt and yanking it up.
Kyo, still motionless in his surprise, lifted his arms automatically to assist Kaoru in getting the thing off. This provoked a chuckle from Shinya that raised the hair on the back of Kyo’s neck.
“I don’t think he quite realizes what he’s opened himself up for,” the young man murmured, leaning down and leering at Kyo predatorily.
The singer automatically looked to his boyfriend for protection and his cue, but the guitarist’s mein was no different than the drummer’s. Kyo looked back at Shinya, whose face was now so close to his own that he could feel the younger man’s breath on his lips. He squeaked and scrambled back on the bed. Shinya chuckled again, climbing on the bed and crawling after him, backing Kyo against the headboard.
“Don’t worry so much, Kyo-kun,” he said silkily, his voice throaty with a mix of growing amusement and desire. “It’s really not going to hurt.” Shinya’s nimble fingers worked the button and zipper of Kyo’s fly without a hitch, and his mouth descended on the prominent collar bones.
Kyo swallowed audibly. Kaoru was on the bed now, his pants gone but his boxers still in place. He stretched out languidly, his hands tracing up the quivering muscled of the singer’s abs while Shinya alternately nibbled and sucked on the sensitive areas of Kyo’s neck. The short man gasped softly, biting his lip in a feeble attempt to hold it back. Shinya’s lips whispered over his skin, methodically and thoroughly kissing every inch presented to him, working his way slowly down the well toned chest. Kyo sucked air in sharply when the drummer’s tongue darted out and licked his nipple ever so fleetingly.
“Tease!” he hissed.
Shinya laughed, breath hot against Kyo’s skin, and he bit the little stub gently. His treatment was repeated on Kyo’s other nipple, causing the vocalist to offer some choice swears; which were ignored by Shinya in favor of continuing down the smooth expanse of Kyo’s torso. The vocalist squirmed on the bed, his pants becoming more and more confining as blood rushed away from his head.
“Shinya,” Kaoru murmured huskily, leaning down to speak into Shinya’s ear, licking the ridges as he did so, “Perhaps he needs less clothes?”
The drummer arched his back, pressing against Kaoru’s chest for a fleeting moment, and smiled. “Indeed,” he breathed, darting his tongue out to taste the skin just under Kyo’s bellybutton.
“You have somethin’ to say,” Kyo snapped, gripping sheets and crushing rose petals in sweaty fists, “Say it so I can hear.”
“Of course, Kyo,” the guitarist agreed, his tone that of an indulgent adult. He shimmed farther up the bed, right hand tangling in the short hair at the nape of his lover’s neck as his teeth closed around the sensitive earlobe.
Shinya merely smirked against Kyo’s flushed skin, undoing the button and unzipping the zipper of the vocalists pants. He looked up, eyes darkened by desire, and bit the prominent hip bone gently to get Kyo’s attention. “I suggest you lift your hips if you want these off anytime soon.”
The vocalists’ hips were off the bed before the drummer could blink, and the younger man stared at them a few seconds, startled. He laughed, peeling the pants down and off of Kyo’s legs, taking his boxers with him, watching Kyo’s erection bounce as it was freed.
“Is he always this eager, Kaoru-kun?” Shinya asked casually as he wrapped one hand around the erect organ. His free arm, deceptively slender, pinned the vocalists’ hips to the bed.
Kyo moaned softly, trying to buck up and whined in protest when he realized he couldn’t. Kaoru pinched the shorter man’s nipples in reproach and turned a wicked smile on Shinya.
“Not always, no, but very often. You’ve excited him, you horrible person.”
“Oh dear, I really must be terrible,” Shinya acknowledged, stroking slowly, sounding anything but distressed.
“He’ll make sure you know just how horrible you are,” Kaoru grinned
The singer was flushed, his face screwed up in frustration as he attempted to get more friction from the soft hand that refused to stroke any faster. He looked ready to howl in despair. Shinya kissed the skin of Kyo’s inner thigh in a sort of apology.
“I should make it up to you,” the drummer said softly, “Shouldn’t I?”
Rather than wait for an answer he lowered his head, taking the head of Kyo’s penis into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Kyo drew in a sharp breath, unable to keep the sound from escaping. Shinya smiled to himself and took more of Kyo into his mouth. The vocalist again attempted to thrust up into the inviting heat of the drummer’s mouth, but remained firmly pinned by Shinya’s arm. The younger man let Kyo slide out of his mouth.
“No more of that, or I won’t continue,” he reprimanded gently, smacking Kyo’s thigh with his free hand.
Kyo let out a keening noise, but nodded. Shinya nodded approvingly, letting his free hand wrap around Kyo’s erection while he claimed Kyo’s lips in a sloppy and demanding kiss. Kyo’s tongue flicked out immediately, swiping over Shinya’s bottom lip in a silent demand for entrance, which the drummer gave eagerly. Neither man noticed Kaoru shifting positions as he divested himself of his clothing and took residence just to the left of Shinya – a perfect angle for watching them. Just watching his lovers had given him an erection, something that had never happened to him before, and he was growing impatient. The guitarist stuck three fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, thoroughly enjoying the show his lovers gave him.
Shinya pulled back from Kyo just enough that his lips hovered half an inch away from Kyo’s, and had the vocalist engaged in a staring contest. The kiss had been hot, heady, and left both panting for breath by the end of it. The drummer dragged his vision away from meeting Kyo’s eyes and focused on the shorter man’s lips. Slowly, almost shyly, Shinya’s tongue came down to trace the vocalist’s bottom lip, and Kaoru bit his fingers harshly, suppressing a moan, when Kyo’s tongue met Shinya’s in the air. When Kaoru was sure that his fingers were quite wet he teased the drummer’s entrance with them, snickering when the younger man gasped and snapped his head around to look at the guitarist.
“Kaoru?”
“D’you mind?” the older man murmured, willing to stop at an affirmative.
Shinya smiled and shook his head. Kaoru couldn’t help the answering smile, shaking his head internally at the thought that the drummer could manage sweet and shy in the middle of sex. He circled the entrance twice more, waiting until Shinya turned back to Kyo before inserting the first finger. The drummer tensed automatically, and Kyo, sensing Shinya’s discomfort, surged up and captured his lips in another mind-blowing kiss. Kaoru waited until he felt the younger man’s body relax around him before sliding in a second finger, scissoring gently. He could barely make out the drummer’s muffled moan, swallowed by Kyo’s mouth as it was, but heard it and grinned, brushing his fingers over the same spot. Shinya bucked back and let out a slightly more strangled gasp. The guitarist took that as his cue to insert the third finger.
The drummer broke off from Kyo’s mouth, and angled himself as he bent down. He moved steadily down the vocalists’ abdomen, leaving kisses between words. “Gah ... Kao-kun ...” he panted, “Get on ... with it.”
Kaoru grabbed his pants and snatched the lube and condom from his pocket before answering. “Patience, grasshopper, patience. I was just getting to that.”
Shinya lapped at Kyo’s balls, relishing in the squirms his ministrations produced, and hissed, “So get to it!” before wrapping his tongue around the vocalists’ erection once more. He blew softly on the wet stripes, causing Kyo to cry out in surprise.
“So impatient and demanding. I should leave you to squirm,” the guitarist said mock-reprovingly. Shinya didn’t have to know that he was already unscrewing the cap of the lube and oiling himself.
The drummer keened around a mouthful of Kyo and pushed back against Kaoru’s fingers, wiggling just so to present the most enticing view of his ass. Shinya was damn well ready to whine and say please when the slight burn of being filled coursed through him and it was all he could do to keep from biting down – it wouldn’t do to have Kyo lose one of his most important features. With what was left of his functioning mind, he set about sucking on Kyo’s cock as though it were a favorite candy, adding gentle scrapes of teeth and soothing licks to heighten the sensations. He wrapped his hand around the base and pulled in time with his mouth. Kaoru moved in steadily until his balls touched the drummer’s ass ... and then stopped. Shinya whined around Kyo, about to protest.
“Ah ah ah,” the guitarist said reprovingly, “Doesn’t matter how you want it, tomorrow you need to be able to walk.”
The drummer snorted and paused in his work, pulling off of Kyo’s penis just enough to speak coherently. “As if you could make me do otherwise.”
“Don’t push me, Shin-chan,” Kaoru said. His tone was light and casual, but there was an undercurrent of steel that the younger man had never heard before.
Shinya shuddered in spite of himself. Kyo’s hands tangled in his hair, tugging insistently, and he allowed himself to be brought back to task. He played with Kyo’s balls as he sucked, alternating between fondling and squeezing them lightly, enjoying the way the vocalist tried to muffle his moans. Kaoru began moving then, a series of short and shallow thrusts that left Shinya feeling cheated. Shinya ran his tongue roughly up the underside of Kyo’s erection, scraping against the throbbing vein, and was rewarded by Kyo’s choked cry. The vocalists’ body tensed and he pulled on the drummer’s hair.
“Shin...ya...”
Shinya laughed deep in his throat. Kyo cried out again, writhing and panting; it was as though he could feel every single vibration against his already sensitized skin. Then suddenly Shinya’s hand was gone and he was completely engulfed in heat and if Shinya’s arm hadn’t still been pinning his hips to the bed, he would have been choking the drummer. The force of Kyo’s response caused Shinya to tense his body, including contracting the muscles of his anus. From somewhere above him Kaoru groaned, and the force of his thrusts grew. His hands clutched Shinya’s hips hard enough to bruise them.
“Shin ... gonna ...” Kyo choked out.
Shinya acknowledged Kyo by pulling up just a little. Kyo tensed, and the drummer licked the pulsing vein again – this time just the feather light touch of the tip of his tongue. With Shinya’s name on his lips, Kyo climaxed into Shinya’s mouth. The drummer laved his tongue around the softening organ, cleaning it of any semen which he hadn’t swallowed. Kaoru gave a deeper thrust than he had previously, and Shinya moaned, muscles contracting involuntarily. He let Kyo slip out of his mouth, noting that the vocalist stared at him with glazed eyes, and grinned, licking his lips delicately.
Kyo’s eyes followed his tongue and unconsciously mimicked the movement. The shorter man’s eyes suddenly grew focused and he reached a hand up, grabbing the back of Shinya’s neck. He pulled the drummer closer to him for a kiss with it, causing Kaoru to nearly slide all the way out. The other hand slid down Shinya’s chest, tweaking his nipples lightly as it passed them, and wrapped around the drummer’s erection. Shinya groaned into his kiss with Kyo as Kaoru slammed back in to the hilt. He slid his tongue into Kyo’s mouth, mimicking Kaoru’s movements with it unconsciously as he tried to thrust into Kyo’s warm hand and push back against the guitarist at the same time. The vocalist released him from the kiss, working Shinya’s penis with both hands and allowing the drummer to concentrate on Kaoru behind him. He turned briefly to look over his shoulder, contracting the inner muscles of his anus around the hardness within him.
“Shin...ya,” Kaoru hissed.
The younger man smirked and repeated his actions. Then he yelped as Kaoru bit the crook of his neck and shoulder none too gently. Kyo grinned underneath them, watching with lust-glazed eyes even as he jerked Shinya off.
“You’re going ... to make ...” the guitarist panted in warning, breath hot and moist against Shinya’s flushed skin.
“That was ... the plan,” the younger man managed.
Shinya bit down on his lip to keep quiet when Kyo made a particularly hard stroke, but his body shuddered against his will. Kyo grinned and lightly dragged his nails down on the next stroke. The drummer thrust after the warmth of the palm when Kyo reached the tip of his erection. Kaoru thrust into him and the drummer clenched as much as he could; Kaoru bit the same place on his neck, suckling with the intent to leave a mark as he came. A few more strokes of Kyo’s talented hands and Shinya climaxed with a low, keening sound. There was silence broken only by panting for the next few moments, while Kaoru and Shinya attempted to catch their breath without falling in a heap onto Kyo. Shinya’s body trembled with the effort of keeping both his and Kaoru’s weight up, which Kyo noticed immediately. He reached up and smacked the back of Kaoru’s head.
“Moron! Get outta ‘im and let ‘im lie down.”
Kaoru snapped to attention as he always did when an order was given, and had the grace to look embarrassed when he realized what Shinya was doing. He pulled out languidly, chuckling lowly at the small noise of disappointment that came from the younger man. Pulling Shinya with him, the guitarist fell to the bed. Kyo was immediately upon them, snuggling into the warmth of the drummer’s body and reaching for Kaoru’s hand all in one go.
“So now what?” Shinya whispered into the comfortable silence.
“Now we have another go in different positions!” Kyo declared. He was rewarded by two hands smacking him at the same time. The vocalist pouted. “You’re mean.”
Kaoru and Shinya rolled their eyes at him. The guitarist sucked on his lip thoughtfully, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and finally took a deep breath.
“We ... we want you, Shinya. With us.”
“Eh?” the drummer started, trying to angle himself so he could see the guitarist’s eyes rather than the top of Kyo’s head. “You...”
“Want you. With us. Yes.” Kaoru nodded.
Shinya gaped, craning his head to look from Kaoru to Kyo and back to Kaoru. His mouth worked, though he couldn’t make a sound, and his head finally came to a stop. He stared at the ceiling as if it held the answers to the universe, though it wasn’t giving him any of those at the moment, and he glared half-heartedly at it.
“...Oh.”
“Oh? Oh?” Kyo burst out, “That’s it? I should hope we’re better than ‘oh’!”
“No, of course, I mean you are, but ...”
“Surprised?” Kaoru suggested gently.
“Yeah,” Shinya murmured sheepishly. “Sorry. I wasn’t prepared.”
“S’all right,” the guitarist shrugged, “Don’ have to answer now. Just cuddle.”
There was silence, and it seemed that the drummer would just cuddle. They hid it well, but both Kaoru and Kyo were disappointed, and Shinya knew it. And Shinya hated to disappoint.
“Yes.”
“What?” Kyo asked, catching Kaoru’s eye over Shinya’s shoulder.
“You want me, right?”
“Well, yes,” Kaoru affirmed.
“I want you, too. Both of you. ... But next time?”
Both stunned by the acceptance of their proposal, Kaoru and Kyo could only make a questioning noise.
“No flower petals. It’s seriously corny,” Shinya said, trying to keep from laughing as he tossed a handful in the air. He was distracted from watching their descent soon enough by two pairs of lips and four hands.
Notes
[1] And yes, this is a description of a fic I once read. It both amused and appalled me.
Request Criteria:
1 - Band
2- Dir en grey
3- One Shot
4 - PWP (no BDSM, please) and romance
5 - NC-17
6- Yaoi Pairing
7 - Kyo X Kaoru X Shinya
8 - Present time, in a ski resort which is also a health resort.
9 - At your discretion
10 - Kyo and Kaoru are a couple and both have feelings for Shinya. After years of lust and love for their drummer, Kyo and Kaoru take advantage of the fact that they're on vacations to seduce Shinya and get him in their bed... and in their life.
I'd like the action to start in a jacuzzi and end in the bedroom..