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puss_nd_bootsTitle: Soap Opera
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: 100% PWP smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, frottage, semi-deep throating
Pairing: Ruki X Kai
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Dealing with live house communal showers is bad enough without the lovely posterior of the guy Kai very much likes on prominent display.
Comments: A fill for the GazettE Kink/Porn Meme. Prompt: in a live house shower, the soap bar keeps getting away from ruki, and kai notices ;) kinky shower sex!.Haven’t done a kink meme prompt in awhile, so I decided it was high time to do one!
Backstage communal showers were nothing out of the ordinary when you were a band on the way up. Well, they’d come pretty far up at this point, really. They’d released a full-length album and had just gotten signed by a major label. Hell, maybe next tour, they’d be playing the kind of livehouses that had private showers for everyone.
Which would mean, of course, that Kai would be deprived of the lovely view of Ruki’s ass that was currently in front of him.
He really tried not to notice – it was impolite to stare, no matter how hot the ass of the guy before him was. Except Ruki’s current issues with gravity made not staring damn near impossible.
He kept dropping the soap. Every time he started to lather up, it slipped out of his hands and skitted across the shower floor, forcing Ruki to bend over and retrieve it, putting a very, very lovely ass on display.
Kai managed to look away, cheeks flushing. This situation was definitely not helped by the fact that he had liked his vocalist ever since joining this band. Ruki was damn attractive, brilliantly talented, both tough and sensitive, and deeply sensual.
The ass was just a bonus, of course. But what a hell of a bonus.
Then, the still-bent-over Ruki turned his head, giving Kai a sharp look. “What were you looking at?” he said.
Ooops. Busted. Kai swallowed hard. Okay, time to try covering up .. . .
But Ruki saved him the trouble. “I’m normally not this clumsy,” he said. Whew, he thought Kai was staring because he was a clod, not because he was hotter than hell on fire.
“Oh, I know that,” Kai said, giving him a big smile. “You’re usually very graceful.”
“It’s these showers,” Ruki grumbled. “How the hell are you expected to move around normally trying to maneuver around another guy?” He picked up the soap and tried washing again. “Except I sure as fuck am not waiting to get back to the hotel to shower.”
“The hotel showers aren’t very big, either,” Kai said. Ladies and gentlemen, a brilliant insight from the bandleader. Well, could he help it if his brain was fried by constant exposure to a glorious posterior?
“Yeah, and I’m rooming with Uruha,” said Ruki. “Which means I can say goodbye to using the shower for about . . .” And there went the soap, skitting across the floor again. “Fuck!”
“I’ve got it this time,” Kai said, quickly bending over. Oh, yes, he was going to spare himself the sight of that ass again. If he saw it one more time, he was going to have a full hard-on. Ruki thought there was no room for them to maneuver around before? Just wait until he was sharing a shower with Kai’s big cock at full hardness.
He fumbled around on the floor a bit, and finally, his hands closed around the slippery bar – which almost slid away from him as well. “Okay,” he said, cheerfully, looking over his shoulder, “I think I’ve got . . .”
The sight that greeted him almost made his jaw drop. There was Ruki, staring intently at his ass – the way he’d stared at Ruki’s. His eyes were bright and narrowed, his mouth slightly pursed. It was the face of a man who liked what he saw.
“Ruki?” Kai said.
Ruki looked away, huffing. “I wasn’t staring,” he said.
“I didn’t say you were,” Kai said, standing up to his full height.
“Because I wasn’t!” Ruki said, too quickly and sharply.
Kai put a hand on his shoulder. “Ruki . . .”
“I’m going back to showering!” Ruki said, grabbing at the soap in Kai’s hand.
“Ruki, it’s okay,” Kai said. “Really.”
“And why do you say that?” Ruki said.
Kai took a deep breath, and said, “Because I was staring at you, too.”
Okay, that took Ruki aback. “You were . . . WHAT?”
“Staring at you,” Kai said. “You’re beautiful, you know.” And then, he added, quickly, “Not just your ass.”
“You mean to tell me that every time I dropped the soap, you were . . .”
“I like you,” Kai said. Oh, great, the words were going to start just pouring out of him now. Maybe common sense would step in and stop this? “I’ve liked you ever since I’ve been in the band.” Paging common sense, hello, are you there? “Um, not just that I find you physically attractive – because I do – but you’re beautiful to me on every possible . . .”
And before Kai could finish speaking, or start planning the funeral for the most definitely late and lamented common sense, he felt Ruki pull him into his arms, and their mouths came together in a fast, hard kiss.
Oh, God, this was really happening, wasn’t it? Kai’s arms wrapped around Ruki, pulling him closer. This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t a fantasy. This was the two of them making out in a live house shower, like something out of a wet dream.
Kai found himself moaning into Ruki’s mouth as their tongues began to rub against each other, hands starting to move along wet, soft, slick skin. Oh, God, he felt good, as good as Kai always imagined he would.
Ruki might be small in stature, but he was perfectly proportioned, every bit of him beautifully formed and shaped. He was toned without being overly muscular. He was distinctly male, yet tempered by prettiness and softness.
He was anything that anyone could ever want, male or female.
Oh, and then there was that ass, of course. The one that Kai’s hands were currently exploring, squeezing, caressing at long last. What a miracle of nature’s engineering it was.
He suddenly felt like the luckiest guy on the face of the planet.
“What is it you want?” Ruki murmured between breathless kisses.
God, the question should be, what didn’t he want? Kai wanted to do everything with this man. Everything and anything. But there was one thing in particular . .
He pulled back from the vocalist just long enough to trace his lips with his fingers. “Your mouth,” he said. “Your mouth is so beautiful and sexy.”
Ruki’s tongue flicked out, stroking Kai’s hand, and Kai shivered a little. “What would you like me to do with it?”
“I want it wrapped around me,” Kai said. “Around my cock.”
“You want to fuck my lips?” Ruki murmured.
Well, now that he put it that wasy . . . “Yes,” Kai murmured.
“Don’t you want some of this first?” And Ruki leaned down, tongue moving down Kai’s neck. Kai closed his eyes, shivering slightly. The tongue connected with his nipple, and Kai let out a moan.
Oh, God, yes, yes, this was what he thought about when he touched himself, alone late at night, imagining Ruki’s beautiful mouth on him, wicked and wet and luscious. He’d envisioned Ruki’s tongue swirling on him, teasing a nipple into hardness, tasting it, devouring it . . .
He felt a slow, hot ache in his belly as Ruki fell to his knees, tongue dragging over Kai’s skin all the while, moving downward, downward . . .
“Yes,” Kai moaned. “Suck me, Ruki . . .”
Ruki kissed his belly right above his throbbing hardness, hands squeezing Kai’s ass. “You didn’t ask nicely enough.” A small nip, making Kai moan and shiver.
“Please,” Kai moaned. “Please, Ruki . . . I need it . . .”
“What will you do for me if I do this?” Ruki said.
“Anything,” Kai moaned. “Anything you want.”
“Good.” And Ruki nipped Kai again, the little bit of pain making Kai shudder and cry out.
And that hot, wet mouth that Kai had fantasized about was surrounding him, moving down on him, starting to suck . . . He looked down, seeing his cock disappear inside that velvety softness.
Ruki paused, and that fabled tongue stroked along the underside of Kai’s cock, making the bandleader shudder again. It moved up and down, seeing sensitive areas to tease, lingering at a spot that made Kai let out a deep, throaty moan.
And then, he was sucking, and moving down further, and further, until Kai thought he was going to be devoured whole . . . my God, Ruki was good at this. No, flat-out expert. He started a steady thrust, soft mouth sliding along rock-hard erection.
“Oh, Ruki,” Kai moaned. “Oh, God, you’re even better than I thought you’d be. That’s right, suck me. Suck me hard. Oh, baby . . .”
Pretty soon, Kai was starting to thrust his hips, pumping himself into the slick velvet, coherent words giving way to moans and cries. Oh, it was wonderful, it was delicious, it was crazy and beautiful and blazing hot and unlike any sex he’d ever had . . .
He was fucking those lips, all right. He was invading that mouth that tempted and teased audiences, and as deep as Ruki was taking him, he was damn near screwing his throat – his voice – to boot.
It was everything he’d wanted, wanted all along, and suddenly, every fantasy he ever had was flooding his head. Ruki fucking him, him fucking Ruki, the two of them with their cocks in each other’s mouths, or their hands wrapped around one another’s cocks,stroking, until they both cried out.. . .
He wanted to have this man every way two men could have each other, and every mental image was making him hotter, making him tingle more, making him thrust his hips and drive into Ruki’s mouth and moan his name . .
A swipe of the tongue in just the right place on the outstroke, and Kai was moaning loudly. “Ruki, Ruki, oh, God, I’m going to . . .”
Ruki pushed down on him hard, sucking firmly, and Kai finally let go, the pleasure exploding in him like skyrockets, come pouring and pouring into Ruki’s mouth until he was sagging forward, feeling like he’d been sucked dry, like Ruki had drawn every bit of his energy out.
He felt Ruki’s hands grabbing him, and stroking him, and lips on his, a tongue pushing into his mouth – with some of Kai’s own come still on it. Of course, that just brought about another shudder.
When their lips broke apart, Ruki murmured, “On all fours, on the floor.”
Kai allowed himself to slip downward until he was in the requested position – after all, he had promised Ruki whatever he wanted. What was he planning, though? They had no lube, nor did Kai think Ruki had any stashed away in here. (Most guys didn’t go into the shower after a live thinking, “Hey, I’m going to get laid in here tonight!”)
He felt Ruki kneel behind him, then lean over him, draping his body across the taller man’s – with his cock pressed against the cleft.
“Just relax,” he murmured, before starting to move his hips, pumping them slowly, rubbing himself against Kai’s ass – a sort of inverted lap dance, except it was the one receiving the pleasure that was doing the moving.
And oh, how Ruki was moving, starting to thrust his hips harder and faster, erection gliding over firm, gently curving flesh. “Ohh, fuck, you feel amazing,” Ruki murmured, leaning over to bite very gently at Kai’s earlobe, tonguing it.
It was such a delicious feeling, being pinned in by Ruki’s small body, completely possessed by him at the moment, an act of surrender . . . but equally delicious knowing he could control Ruki’s pleasure, too.
Like by thrusting his hips just like this, moving a little to the left, a little to the right, listening to the timbre of the other man’s rough breathing change every time he did it.
Ruki was moving faster, harder, moaning at the increased friction, his arms tightening around Kai, his lover bucking against him. “So good,” Ruki panted. “You have a damn sexy ass, just like the rest of you.”
“Come for me,” Kai murmured. “Come on, Ruki . . .”
“Oh, God, Kai . . .” He felt arms tightening around him, and Ruki’s cock moving faster, sliding between the cheeks of Kai’s ass, wet trickles of precome making it slicker. “I’m going to . . . oh, FUCK . . .”
Ruki thrust forward and cried out, loudly, his come pouring into his lover’s cleft, leaning over, face buried in Kai’s shoulder as he gasped, his final shudders fading. They collapsed to the floor together, kissing, touching each other’s faces and laughing. They both knew this was a long time coming – and it was just the start of something else.
“They’re probably wondering what happened to us,” Kai said, breathlessly, nodding his head in the direction of the shower door where their bandmates were. Make that where reality was.
“They probably don’t have to wonder,” Ruki replied. “I’m sure they heard us.”
“Oh.” Kai found himself flushing. “They’re not going to say anything to us, I hope.”
“They better not,” Ruki said, getting to his feet and holding out his hand to Kai. “You still have a room to yourself in the hotel?”
Kai nodded – their management seemed to think that Kai, as the leader, would always get the perk of a private room. “Would I be sharing it tonight?”
“Are you fucking kidding?” Ruki said. “Tonight, and for the rest of the tour. You’re not getting away from me.”
“Good,” Kai said, giving him a kiss. Then, “They did hear us, didn’t they?”
“Let them,” Ruki said. “They can hear us, but they can’t join in.”
They both laughed, and kissed, and reached for their towels. It was time to go back out there, with as much dignity as they could.
* * *
Outside the shower, three observers had their ears pressed against the wall.
“About fucking time,” Aoi whispered. “Those two have been making eyes at each other from the day Kai arrived.”
“I didn’t think Kai would be that loud,” Reita replied. “Ruki, hell, yeah, but not Kai.”
“I’m not surprised,” Aoi said. “Guys who seem sweet and innocent in everyday life are usually the wildest ones when you get them in bed.”
“And you would know this because?” Reita replied.
“Not telling,” Aoi replied. “What do you think of this, Uruha? You’ve been quiet. You . . .” And then, Aoi got a good look at his bandmate. “Oh, is THAT it?”
“Is what what?” Reita said.
“None of your business,” Uruha said.
“Oh, it’s plenty of my business,” Aoi said. “When you’re turned on like that .. .”
“I’m not,” Uruha said.
“Sorry, but I’m looking at the evidence,” Aoi said. “Those two got to you.”
“So?” Uruha said.
“So . . .” Aoi reached out to the other two with a sly smile, wrapping his arm around each of them. “The shower’s available now. We have privacy. None of us have been in there yet. Who’s up for a shower threesome?”
* * *
Some time afterward, PSC received a curious bill from that particular live house – for hot water expenses. Apparently, the band behaved as good as gold for most of the tour – except at that stop, they took the longest showers known to humanity . . .
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: 100% PWP smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, frottage, semi-deep throating
Pairing: Ruki X Kai
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Dealing with live house communal showers is bad enough without the lovely posterior of the guy Kai very much likes on prominent display.
Comments: A fill for the GazettE Kink/Porn Meme. Prompt: in a live house shower, the soap bar keeps getting away from ruki, and kai notices ;) kinky shower sex!.Haven’t done a kink meme prompt in awhile, so I decided it was high time to do one!
Come play in the the GazettE kink/porn meme!
Prompts and fills are both welcome!
More info and lots of fun here!
Backstage communal showers were nothing out of the ordinary when you were a band on the way up. Well, they’d come pretty far up at this point, really. They’d released a full-length album and had just gotten signed by a major label. Hell, maybe next tour, they’d be playing the kind of livehouses that had private showers for everyone.
Which would mean, of course, that Kai would be deprived of the lovely view of Ruki’s ass that was currently in front of him.
He really tried not to notice – it was impolite to stare, no matter how hot the ass of the guy before him was. Except Ruki’s current issues with gravity made not staring damn near impossible.
He kept dropping the soap. Every time he started to lather up, it slipped out of his hands and skitted across the shower floor, forcing Ruki to bend over and retrieve it, putting a very, very lovely ass on display.
Kai managed to look away, cheeks flushing. This situation was definitely not helped by the fact that he had liked his vocalist ever since joining this band. Ruki was damn attractive, brilliantly talented, both tough and sensitive, and deeply sensual.
The ass was just a bonus, of course. But what a hell of a bonus.
Then, the still-bent-over Ruki turned his head, giving Kai a sharp look. “What were you looking at?” he said.
Ooops. Busted. Kai swallowed hard. Okay, time to try covering up .. . .
But Ruki saved him the trouble. “I’m normally not this clumsy,” he said. Whew, he thought Kai was staring because he was a clod, not because he was hotter than hell on fire.
“Oh, I know that,” Kai said, giving him a big smile. “You’re usually very graceful.”
“It’s these showers,” Ruki grumbled. “How the hell are you expected to move around normally trying to maneuver around another guy?” He picked up the soap and tried washing again. “Except I sure as fuck am not waiting to get back to the hotel to shower.”
“The hotel showers aren’t very big, either,” Kai said. Ladies and gentlemen, a brilliant insight from the bandleader. Well, could he help it if his brain was fried by constant exposure to a glorious posterior?
“Yeah, and I’m rooming with Uruha,” said Ruki. “Which means I can say goodbye to using the shower for about . . .” And there went the soap, skitting across the floor again. “Fuck!”
“I’ve got it this time,” Kai said, quickly bending over. Oh, yes, he was going to spare himself the sight of that ass again. If he saw it one more time, he was going to have a full hard-on. Ruki thought there was no room for them to maneuver around before? Just wait until he was sharing a shower with Kai’s big cock at full hardness.
He fumbled around on the floor a bit, and finally, his hands closed around the slippery bar – which almost slid away from him as well. “Okay,” he said, cheerfully, looking over his shoulder, “I think I’ve got . . .”
The sight that greeted him almost made his jaw drop. There was Ruki, staring intently at his ass – the way he’d stared at Ruki’s. His eyes were bright and narrowed, his mouth slightly pursed. It was the face of a man who liked what he saw.
“Ruki?” Kai said.
Ruki looked away, huffing. “I wasn’t staring,” he said.
“I didn’t say you were,” Kai said, standing up to his full height.
“Because I wasn’t!” Ruki said, too quickly and sharply.
Kai put a hand on his shoulder. “Ruki . . .”
“I’m going back to showering!” Ruki said, grabbing at the soap in Kai’s hand.
“Ruki, it’s okay,” Kai said. “Really.”
“And why do you say that?” Ruki said.
Kai took a deep breath, and said, “Because I was staring at you, too.”
Okay, that took Ruki aback. “You were . . . WHAT?”
“Staring at you,” Kai said. “You’re beautiful, you know.” And then, he added, quickly, “Not just your ass.”
“You mean to tell me that every time I dropped the soap, you were . . .”
“I like you,” Kai said. Oh, great, the words were going to start just pouring out of him now. Maybe common sense would step in and stop this? “I’ve liked you ever since I’ve been in the band.” Paging common sense, hello, are you there? “Um, not just that I find you physically attractive – because I do – but you’re beautiful to me on every possible . . .”
And before Kai could finish speaking, or start planning the funeral for the most definitely late and lamented common sense, he felt Ruki pull him into his arms, and their mouths came together in a fast, hard kiss.
Oh, God, this was really happening, wasn’t it? Kai’s arms wrapped around Ruki, pulling him closer. This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t a fantasy. This was the two of them making out in a live house shower, like something out of a wet dream.
Kai found himself moaning into Ruki’s mouth as their tongues began to rub against each other, hands starting to move along wet, soft, slick skin. Oh, God, he felt good, as good as Kai always imagined he would.
Ruki might be small in stature, but he was perfectly proportioned, every bit of him beautifully formed and shaped. He was toned without being overly muscular. He was distinctly male, yet tempered by prettiness and softness.
He was anything that anyone could ever want, male or female.
Oh, and then there was that ass, of course. The one that Kai’s hands were currently exploring, squeezing, caressing at long last. What a miracle of nature’s engineering it was.
He suddenly felt like the luckiest guy on the face of the planet.
“What is it you want?” Ruki murmured between breathless kisses.
God, the question should be, what didn’t he want? Kai wanted to do everything with this man. Everything and anything. But there was one thing in particular . .
He pulled back from the vocalist just long enough to trace his lips with his fingers. “Your mouth,” he said. “Your mouth is so beautiful and sexy.”
Ruki’s tongue flicked out, stroking Kai’s hand, and Kai shivered a little. “What would you like me to do with it?”
“I want it wrapped around me,” Kai said. “Around my cock.”
“You want to fuck my lips?” Ruki murmured.
Well, now that he put it that wasy . . . “Yes,” Kai murmured.
“Don’t you want some of this first?” And Ruki leaned down, tongue moving down Kai’s neck. Kai closed his eyes, shivering slightly. The tongue connected with his nipple, and Kai let out a moan.
Oh, God, yes, yes, this was what he thought about when he touched himself, alone late at night, imagining Ruki’s beautiful mouth on him, wicked and wet and luscious. He’d envisioned Ruki’s tongue swirling on him, teasing a nipple into hardness, tasting it, devouring it . . .
He felt a slow, hot ache in his belly as Ruki fell to his knees, tongue dragging over Kai’s skin all the while, moving downward, downward . . .
“Yes,” Kai moaned. “Suck me, Ruki . . .”
Ruki kissed his belly right above his throbbing hardness, hands squeezing Kai’s ass. “You didn’t ask nicely enough.” A small nip, making Kai moan and shiver.
“Please,” Kai moaned. “Please, Ruki . . . I need it . . .”
“What will you do for me if I do this?” Ruki said.
“Anything,” Kai moaned. “Anything you want.”
“Good.” And Ruki nipped Kai again, the little bit of pain making Kai shudder and cry out.
And that hot, wet mouth that Kai had fantasized about was surrounding him, moving down on him, starting to suck . . . He looked down, seeing his cock disappear inside that velvety softness.
Ruki paused, and that fabled tongue stroked along the underside of Kai’s cock, making the bandleader shudder again. It moved up and down, seeing sensitive areas to tease, lingering at a spot that made Kai let out a deep, throaty moan.
And then, he was sucking, and moving down further, and further, until Kai thought he was going to be devoured whole . . . my God, Ruki was good at this. No, flat-out expert. He started a steady thrust, soft mouth sliding along rock-hard erection.
“Oh, Ruki,” Kai moaned. “Oh, God, you’re even better than I thought you’d be. That’s right, suck me. Suck me hard. Oh, baby . . .”
Pretty soon, Kai was starting to thrust his hips, pumping himself into the slick velvet, coherent words giving way to moans and cries. Oh, it was wonderful, it was delicious, it was crazy and beautiful and blazing hot and unlike any sex he’d ever had . . .
He was fucking those lips, all right. He was invading that mouth that tempted and teased audiences, and as deep as Ruki was taking him, he was damn near screwing his throat – his voice – to boot.
It was everything he’d wanted, wanted all along, and suddenly, every fantasy he ever had was flooding his head. Ruki fucking him, him fucking Ruki, the two of them with their cocks in each other’s mouths, or their hands wrapped around one another’s cocks,stroking, until they both cried out.. . .
He wanted to have this man every way two men could have each other, and every mental image was making him hotter, making him tingle more, making him thrust his hips and drive into Ruki’s mouth and moan his name . .
A swipe of the tongue in just the right place on the outstroke, and Kai was moaning loudly. “Ruki, Ruki, oh, God, I’m going to . . .”
Ruki pushed down on him hard, sucking firmly, and Kai finally let go, the pleasure exploding in him like skyrockets, come pouring and pouring into Ruki’s mouth until he was sagging forward, feeling like he’d been sucked dry, like Ruki had drawn every bit of his energy out.
He felt Ruki’s hands grabbing him, and stroking him, and lips on his, a tongue pushing into his mouth – with some of Kai’s own come still on it. Of course, that just brought about another shudder.
When their lips broke apart, Ruki murmured, “On all fours, on the floor.”
Kai allowed himself to slip downward until he was in the requested position – after all, he had promised Ruki whatever he wanted. What was he planning, though? They had no lube, nor did Kai think Ruki had any stashed away in here. (Most guys didn’t go into the shower after a live thinking, “Hey, I’m going to get laid in here tonight!”)
He felt Ruki kneel behind him, then lean over him, draping his body across the taller man’s – with his cock pressed against the cleft.
“Just relax,” he murmured, before starting to move his hips, pumping them slowly, rubbing himself against Kai’s ass – a sort of inverted lap dance, except it was the one receiving the pleasure that was doing the moving.
And oh, how Ruki was moving, starting to thrust his hips harder and faster, erection gliding over firm, gently curving flesh. “Ohh, fuck, you feel amazing,” Ruki murmured, leaning over to bite very gently at Kai’s earlobe, tonguing it.
It was such a delicious feeling, being pinned in by Ruki’s small body, completely possessed by him at the moment, an act of surrender . . . but equally delicious knowing he could control Ruki’s pleasure, too.
Like by thrusting his hips just like this, moving a little to the left, a little to the right, listening to the timbre of the other man’s rough breathing change every time he did it.
Ruki was moving faster, harder, moaning at the increased friction, his arms tightening around Kai, his lover bucking against him. “So good,” Ruki panted. “You have a damn sexy ass, just like the rest of you.”
“Come for me,” Kai murmured. “Come on, Ruki . . .”
“Oh, God, Kai . . .” He felt arms tightening around him, and Ruki’s cock moving faster, sliding between the cheeks of Kai’s ass, wet trickles of precome making it slicker. “I’m going to . . . oh, FUCK . . .”
Ruki thrust forward and cried out, loudly, his come pouring into his lover’s cleft, leaning over, face buried in Kai’s shoulder as he gasped, his final shudders fading. They collapsed to the floor together, kissing, touching each other’s faces and laughing. They both knew this was a long time coming – and it was just the start of something else.
“They’re probably wondering what happened to us,” Kai said, breathlessly, nodding his head in the direction of the shower door where their bandmates were. Make that where reality was.
“They probably don’t have to wonder,” Ruki replied. “I’m sure they heard us.”
“Oh.” Kai found himself flushing. “They’re not going to say anything to us, I hope.”
“They better not,” Ruki said, getting to his feet and holding out his hand to Kai. “You still have a room to yourself in the hotel?”
Kai nodded – their management seemed to think that Kai, as the leader, would always get the perk of a private room. “Would I be sharing it tonight?”
“Are you fucking kidding?” Ruki said. “Tonight, and for the rest of the tour. You’re not getting away from me.”
“Good,” Kai said, giving him a kiss. Then, “They did hear us, didn’t they?”
“Let them,” Ruki said. “They can hear us, but they can’t join in.”
They both laughed, and kissed, and reached for their towels. It was time to go back out there, with as much dignity as they could.
* * *
Outside the shower, three observers had their ears pressed against the wall.
“About fucking time,” Aoi whispered. “Those two have been making eyes at each other from the day Kai arrived.”
“I didn’t think Kai would be that loud,” Reita replied. “Ruki, hell, yeah, but not Kai.”
“I’m not surprised,” Aoi said. “Guys who seem sweet and innocent in everyday life are usually the wildest ones when you get them in bed.”
“And you would know this because?” Reita replied.
“Not telling,” Aoi replied. “What do you think of this, Uruha? You’ve been quiet. You . . .” And then, Aoi got a good look at his bandmate. “Oh, is THAT it?”
“Is what what?” Reita said.
“None of your business,” Uruha said.
“Oh, it’s plenty of my business,” Aoi said. “When you’re turned on like that .. .”
“I’m not,” Uruha said.
“Sorry, but I’m looking at the evidence,” Aoi said. “Those two got to you.”
“So?” Uruha said.
“So . . .” Aoi reached out to the other two with a sly smile, wrapping his arm around each of them. “The shower’s available now. We have privacy. None of us have been in there yet. Who’s up for a shower threesome?”
* * *
Some time afterward, PSC received a curious bill from that particular live house – for hot water expenses. Apparently, the band behaved as good as gold for most of the tour – except at that stop, they took the longest showers known to humanity . . .
