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puss_nd_bootsTitle: Party Hard
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure PWP Smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, threesome
Pairing: Aoi X Ruki X Shou
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Shou has never been invited to one of Ryoga’s parties before. He’s about to find out how interesting they can get when a very drunk Aoi hits on him and Ruki intervenes.
Comments: Dedicated to Rock and Read, because this damn thing is ALL THEIR FAULT. Well, okay, it was also inspired by this tweet and this tweet, which showed up on Tumblr the same day. Not sure if they actually appeared on Twitter around the same time, but I thought I’d put them together and have fun with it.
Shou had planned on a quiet evening at home tonight. He really did need to catch his breath, given how much work the band had been doing lately. Two single releases down, one to go, with a tour in the cards after that . . . it was the busiest year they’d had in awhile.
But when he got the invitation from Hiroto, in the form of a text message, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to turn it down.
“Ryoga said to invite you to his party tonight. Starts at eight, runs to whenever. I can pick you up if you want.”
Shou knew that the BORN vocalist threw these gatherings on a regular basis, and they were pretty well-attended affairs. He also knew he’d never been invited to one before – mostly because he didn’t have a reputation as a party guy.
As Saga put it, “Just about everyone in the business assumes you’re either on the computer or playing video games when you’re off-duty.”
Okay, he kind of asked for that reputation – because a lot of it was true. But that didn’t mean he didn’t like to get out, socialize, meet people, even have a drink now and then. He wasn’t the complete dork people thought he was.
Well, not COMPLETE, anyway.
So he texted Hiroto back, “Great! Come pick me up 8:30-ish.” Because if a party started at 8 and went to whenever, that meant not a soul was showing up before 8:30, and most people wouldn’t be there until way after 9. Visual kei party rules, of course.
* * *
Ruki hadn’t originally planned on going to this thing. He’d missed Ryoga’s last couple of parties, he had too much work to do. He’d been working ferociously on material for the new single and album, plus there was a DVD in the works, plus an overseas tour (although Kai was handling most of the nuts and bolts of that). . .
But the walls of his apartment were starting to close in on him. He hadn’t been outside all day except to walk Koron. And so, he thought, fuck it, I’ll show up at Ryoga’s party. Say hi to a few people, have a non-alcoholic drink or two (since Ruki wasn’t a drinker) and then leave.
It was well after 9 and headed for 10 when he arrived. He could hear the loud music and chatter from the street – which would mean pissed-off neighbors banging at the door, all too common for this sort of thing.
Visual kei party rules – it wasn’t a party until at least one outside person complained.
By the time he got off the elevator and was approaching the apartment door, he was beginning to feel he was in a live house. That feeling was intensified when their host opened the door, and clouds of music and smoke billowed out toward Ruki.
“Hey,” Ryoga said. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”
“Neither did I,” Ruki said. And then, peeking past him at the crowds – “Is there room for me in there?”
“For you? Fuck, yeah.” Ryoga stepped aside so that Ruki could enter.
Pushing into the apartment, Ruki seemed to have his doubts about that statement. The place looked like if you tried to fit one more person in there, the walls would rupture, spilling a torrent of glitter and makeup and leather into the street (oh, and some human flesh attached to all that, of course).
Okay, maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all.
* * *
Aoi had just sort of landed at this party. Meaning, he just sort of fucking crashed it. He’d been out drinking with a few friends and somebody had said something about an invitation to go to Ryoga’s, so he just sort of tagged along.
Once he was there, he drank more. Oh, yes, Ryoga had laid in a nice supply of the finest stuff for this occasion. Vodka and whiskey and even tequila (hey, had to get in practice for the Mexico show, right?)
He got out his phone and managed to type into Twitter that he hadn’t been this drunk in a long time. Because, hey, when you had an experience like this, you had to share it with the whole world, right?
He was stumbling around, looking for some fun, when he spotted the lovely creature up against the wall. Well, well, look at this. Tall, gorgeous and ready for action. He’d had thoughts about hitting on this one before, but hadn’t acted on them. Well, no time like the present.
“Hey, there,” Aoi said, approaching the hot babe. “Didn’t help but notice a pretty thing like you was standing there without a date. I could remedy that, you know.”
* * *
Shou was having a great time. Okay, so the party was a bit overcrowded. But there was a great mix of people here, all from the industry, some he knew, some he’d never met before.
He’d just met two younger guys from a band that was hoping to be signed by PSC. He was giving them advice on what to do, when . . .
Something tall, dark and sexy leaned in toward him, trying to smoothly intone a pickup line. Instead, he was closer to tall, drunk and sexy. He was wobbling around like a flag about to snap its flagpole.
“Um, hi, Aoi,” he said, trying to sound calm and casual – but with a distinct edge of WTF? to his voice as well.
“Hi?” Aoi said. “That’s all you’re saying? Well, boys as pretty as you don’t need to talk that much. A mouth like yours is better put to other uses.”
“Uhh . . . thank you?” Shou said, blushing bright red and backing up harder against the wall, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could dissolve into it. Don’t mind me while I become a wall decoration.
His position just gave Aoi an opportunity to put an arm on the wall and his body in front of Shou, effectively pinning him in. “I could put my mouth to good use, too,” he said. “I could give you the kind of blow job most guys only fantasize about – before I give you a good, hard fucking, that is.”
Shou swallowed hard. Oh, God. Aoi was drunk. No, drunk wasn’t a strong enough word for it. He had a bit of blood in his alcohol stream. This was nuts.
And, of course, he still managed to be world-class gorgeous, even in this state. Flat-out hot, even. Wasn’t he always, though? More than once, Shou had thought about . . . oh, yes, and he had to stop that line of thought RIGHT now.
“I could give you the kind of fucking you’d remember for years,” Aoi murmured, leaning toward Shou. “Hard and deep. Making you feel it to the tips of your fingers and your toes. Making sure you’d scream my name uncontrollably . . .”
* * *
Ruki was halfway through the crowd, and was wondering if turning around and heading back toward the door was doable, or if he’d be crushed like an ant under a bolder. He looked around, judging escape routes . . .
And just happened to catch sight of a certain bandmate of his. A very, VERY intoxicated bandmate. Who just so happened to be hitting on a certain protégée of his. (Who, um, also happened to be one of Ruki’s fuck buddies. Then again, so was the intoxicated bandmate).
He saw the predatory look in Aoi’s eyes, the “WTF?” look in Shou’s, and decided it was time to take action. He pushed his way through the crowd – fortunately, sideways movement among the mob only required a minimum of violence.
Ruki reached them just as Aoi was promising to make Shou scream uncontrollably. “And just what the fuck is going on here?” Ruki said, landing his hand solidly on Aoi’s shoulder – even if he had to reach up to do it.
“Ruki!” Aoi said. “Hey, that’s not fair!”
“Not fair?” Ruki said. “You hitting on him like this when you’re drunk off your ass is not fair.”
“You’ve never minded when I was drunk before,” Aoi said. “In fact, you came home with me really fast.”
“That was when it was you and I,” Ruki said. “Not you and him.”
“Oh?” Aoi said. “So there’s one set of rules for you and another for him?”
Ruki frowned – okay, Aoi said something, but it was hard to hear over the din of chatter and the increasingly loud music. “Huh?”
“I said, there’s one set of rules for you and another for. . .”
Okay, he couldn’t hear a damn thing his bandmate was saying. “We’re going to talk somewhere more private.” He pulled Aoi’s arm and started to move toward the back of the apartment – he knew from being here several times before that there was a bathing room across from Ryoga’s bedroom. As long as nobody was using the room for fucking (a distinct possibility at a party like this), they could talk there.
Fortunately, the room was unoccupied. He opened the door, dragged Aoi in – and realized Aoi was dragging a baffled-looking Shou as well. “You brought him?”
“He’s part of this,” Aoi said.
“No, he’s not,” Ruki said. “This is between you and me.”
“Oh, it is, is it?” Aoi said, leaning over toward Ruki, a seductive gleam in his eyes. “Is that why you didn’t want me hitting on him?”
Ruki leaned back – good Lord, Aoi didn’t just smell like a brewery, he smelled like the entire Anheuser-Busch corporation. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“I mean, you’re jealous, aren’t you? You want me for yourself.”
Ruki spluttered. “You’re drunk!”
“And you’re hot,” Aoi said, reaching out and caressing Ruki’s cheek. “Hot and lusty like you always are. I can see it in your eyes.”
What the HELL? Ruki thought. Okay, this party was looking like a worse and worse decision every minute. He was just going to walk out that door and leave. No, wait, he was going to take Shou with him. He could use his company tonight.
“You’re not seeing anything in my eyes,” Ruki said. “As drunk as you are, you’re probably seeing two of me.”
“You’re wrong,” Aoi said. “I see one of you, and one of Shou. One hell of a choice for a man to make, if you ask me.”
Shou, meanwhile, was standing rooted to the spot, feeling like a deer in the headlights. What was he supposed to do? Quietly slip out? Announce he was going? Just continue to stand here looking at the spectacle and thinking that Aoi and Ruki looked hot together – wait, WHAT?
“If you see one of me and one of Shou,” Ruki said, “maybe you can see the door over there.” He pointed at it.
“Why should I do that?” Aoi said. “I’m very happy where I am. I have two gorgeous men here with me. In fact . . .” He reached out with both arms, looping one around Ruki, the other around Shou, and pulled them both toward him.
“I don’t know why I have to choose between you,” he purred. “I’d like to have you both. Right here, right now. Strip you both naked and make you both moan. Watch you pleasuring each other.”
Shou just stood there, feeling like he’d been turned into a statue. What the . . . was he saying . . did he really . . . His better instincts, of course, were saying to turn tail and run away, the faster the better. Aoi was drunker than drunk. Nothing good could come of that.
“You can’t,” Ruki said. “You wouldn’t be able to.”
“What makes you say that?” Aoi said, tightening the arm around Ruki.
“Because you’re fucking drunk, idiot!”
“Fucking drunk? Yes. But you’ve seen me drunk and fucking.”
“Not this drunk!” Ruki said. “There’s no way a guy as drunk as you can . . .”
He was silenced by a mouth on his – a hard kiss, with a tongue stroking his, and he tasted every kind of booze imaginable, but underneath it was the familiar, hot taste of Aoi. He raised his hand, intending to push him away . . .
Instead, he wrapped it around Aoi’s shoulders, pulling him in as he kissed back, pushing his tongue against the other man’s. He heard Aoi purr in pleasure, and felt a hand tangle in his hair, tugging softly. The little bit of pain just made it all the more insane, all the more hot.
Aoi eased back from him. “Challenge accepted,” he murmured. Then, turning his head toward Shou, Aoi said, “You liked watching us kiss.”
“Um . . .” Shou said. Speak? He was hardly able to breathe right now. This shouldn’t be hot. He should be able to take his eyes off them, right?
“This tells me you did,” Aoi said, reaching out and cupping a hand over Shou’s crotch – which was definitely showing signs of hardness. Shou let out a gasp. “You want me to touch more than that, don’t you?” Aoi said. “You want both of us to.”
Oh, God, Ruki thought, oh, God, oh, God, this is about to degenerate into a full-bown porn scenario, wasn’t it? The three of them were going to end up on the floor in a tangle of hot flesh. There was only one way he could possibly restore sanity . .
“You’re not prepared for this, you know,” Ruki told Aoi.
Aoi gave him a sly smile, hand still caressing Shou’s cock, coaxing it even harder. “I’m always prepared.”
“I mean, you have no lube and condoms, and I’m sure as fuck not stealing Ryoga’s.”
Aoi just reached in his pocket with the hand not caressing Shou, pulling out a small bottle of liquid lube and several condoms, and dropped them on the sink. “Told you,” he said.
That was it. Ruki was defeated. The threesome was going to happen, and dammit, he shouldn’t be so happy about it. He shouldn’t be rushing to lock the door, reaching up to unbutton his shirt as he watched Aoi lean in to kiss Shou hard, saw the two tongues stroking and dancing against each other . . . and they were gorgeous together, weren’t they? Both so tall and slim and sexy . . .
And he couldn't get his pants off fast enough, because they were starting to feel tight. They landed on the floor, along with his underwear.
The other two were still kissing, and Shou’s fingers were working on Aoi’s clothing. Buttons, zipper, baring tantalizing views of naked flesh . . . Ruki found himself moving behind Aoi, reaching for the unbuttoned shirt and sliding it down and off. The pants followed a moment later.
And then, Ruki was burying his face in Aoi’s back, kissing the flesh as his hands wrapped around his body, finding the nipples, brushing against them, taking them in his thumbs and forefingers and squeezing. He felt Aoi shiver in response.
Shou pulled away from the other two just long enough to strip off his own clothes, Aoi murmuring in appreciation of what he saw. “You’re just as sexy as I thought you’d be. Bend over, let me see that great ass.”
Ruki raised his head and peeked around Aoi’s shoulder in time to see Shou lean down, hands on the sink, lovely bottom offered up as a gift. Aoi knelt behind him, grabbing both cheeks in his hands and squeezing hard, making the other man moan.
He glanced over his shoulder at Ruki, giving him teasing eyes, and then swept his tongue from the bottom of the cleft to the top, making sure the other man could see.
Oh, he saw, all right. “Jesus Christ, Aoi!”
Aoi looked back at Ruki again. “Did I just take something you want a piece of?” He smacked Shou’s ass, just hard enough to make the other man jump and moan.
Goddamn it, why did the man manage to be a flat-out porn star even when he was drunk off his ass? “You know what I want.”
“No, I don’t,” Aoi said, hand gently caressing Shou’s bottom, squeezing it again. “Maybe you should tell me. Tell both of us.”
“Since you’ve been doing THAT, I want that mouth on me.” There, the bastard had it.
“Just mine? Or . . .”
Shou, who was lost somewhere in an erotic daze from Aoi’s treatment of his ass, heard what was being said, and he liked the sounds of it. He stood up, turned around and knelt in front of Ruki, tongue coming out and brushing against one side of the other man’s cock.
“Good boy,” Aoi said, and knelt beside him, tongue sliding along the other side of Ruki’s erection, rubbing back and forth, then moving up as Shou moved down. The two men began to lick the hard length as if it were a sweet treat, caressing every part of the shaft with hot wetness, stopping to kiss it, to caress it with both tongue and fingers.
“Oh, FUCK,” Ruki moaned, his hands resting on both heads as they worked him like pros, Shou swirling around and around the head as Aoi moved down, down, until he was slowly licking along Ruki’s balls. To make things better, or worse, depending how you looked at it, one of Aoi’s fingers pressed gently on the flesh between Ruki’s balls and entrance, stimulating his prostate just enough to send a jolt through him.
“AAHH!” Ruki cried, feeling his knees go weak, his whole body turn to jelly, and his whole world was sensation, hot and wet tongues finding every sensitive spot on his cock and driving him mad.
“Going to come?” Aoi said. “We can’t have that yet.” And he began to move upward, tongue sweeping over Ruki’s belly, while Shou moved downward, licking along his thighs.
Oh, God, this was driving him mad in a different way, because now this was indirect pleasure. Aoi’s tongue continued its journey upward, flicking his nipples, caressing his neck . . .
Then, the guitarist stood up and moved behind Ruki, hands coming around his body to stroke and caress his nipples, rubbing over the buds, tracing their shape before pinching them between thumb and forefinger. While he was doing this, Aoi lowered his head to the nape of Ruki’s neck, sucking at it and nibbling . . .
And meanwhile, Shou was doing the same thing to Ruki’s thighs, biting the flesh gently, licking along it, his fingers moving to the backs of the other man’s knees, caressing the sensitive skin there. He nipped a little harder just as Aoi squeezed his nipples, and Ruki let out a growl.
“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK.”
“Oh?” Aoi said, before licking at his neck again. “Do you want to fuck? Or do you want to be fucked? Or maybe both?”
Ruki just responded with another growl, feeling weak-kneed again, like he was going to collapse into the floor and just keep melting into it.
“We have to be nice to Shou first for being so good to you, though,” Aoi said. “Don’t you agree?”
Oh, great, he was just going to prolong the ecstatic agony some more. Shou quickly stood up when he heard his name, and Aoi pulled the taller vocalist into a hot kiss, their tongues pressing against each other. And now, these two had to give Ruki a visual to just make him even hotter.
“Go over to the tub,” Aoi told Shou. “Take that showerhead over there, and get yourself wet.”
Shou looked puzzled. “Why?” (Had Aoi seen the photoshoot he’d just done? But it wasn’t officially out yet).
“Just because I want to see you like that,” Aoi said.
Shou went over to the tub (they were definitely going to have to clean up in here afterward, couldn’t let their host know they’d used his bathing room as a love hotel) and turned the water on, running the showerhead all over his body, making sure he got wet all over – and, goddamn, the water running over his erection made him shiver. He’d been concentrating so much on Ruki’s pleasure that he’d neglected his own needs.
He turned the water off, hanging the showerhead back, feeling two sets of appreciating eyes on him. Which was just making him all the harder.
“Lay back,” Aoi said, and Shou obeyed, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable in a very nice way. There were appreciating eyes again, and then, the other two knelt by the tub . . .
He felt Aoi’s mouth on his nipple first, a gentle caress of his tongue before his lips wrapped around it, sucking firmly. He found himself arching against the other man, tangling his fingers in his hair.
And then, he felt something else down below. Namely, Ruki’s tongue tracing his cock, licking along it with a slow, sensual caress. Ruki was, of course, a grand master at oral pleasure, and Shou had been the recipient of it before . . .
But not with Aoi sucking on one nipple and pinching the other, letting his teeth scrape just enough to make Shou jump and let out an “Oh!”, the fingers tangled in Aoi’s hair pulling just a little, making the other man let out a moan of his own.
Ruki, hearing the noises from above him, doubled his own effort, rubbing the soft underside of his tongue back and forth over the head of Shou’s erection, then circling it over the very tip, teasing the slit on top. He moved down the shaft, caressing here and there, tracing the path of one of the veins.
Shou had his eyes closed now, body rising and falling like the waves, lifting himself toward the two mouths that were giving him so much pleasure – Ruki was doing things with his tongue he didn’t even do when they were alone together, flattening the whole thing along his shaft and licking upward slowly, seeming to caress all of his cock at once.
“Look at that,” Aoi murmured, when he saw Shou writhing beneath the two of them, a look of sheer bliss on his face. “You want to get fucked hard?” He punctuated that with a small bite at Shou’s nipple.
Shou gasped, jumping. “Yes,” he said.
“It would be a shame if only one of us got to do that,” Aoi said. He sat up. “Both of you, on all fours.”
Ruki lifted his head, perplexed. “Both of us?”
“You’ll see,” Aoi said, getting the bottle of lube.
Ruki stuck out a hand to help Shou out of the tub. The taller man got out, extremely wobbly-legged, and took a towel Ruki handed him. (And they’d have to put this in the laundry, too. Hope Ryoga was used to unusual things happening at his parties).
Once he was dry, Shou took up the position requested on the floor, Ruki beside him – and neither was surprised to find a lubed finger slipping into his ass. Ruki let out a small moan – he knew Aoi was damn good at this.
“Oh, my God, that’s a beautiful sight,” Aoi murmured as he began finger-fucking the two vocalists, looking at two gorgeous, upturned asses, hearing the sounds of pleasure both of them made (how many fangirls would give years off their lives to hear THAT?). He felt the differences in texture of each of them – they were both deliciously tight, but Shou’s passage was a bit softer, and Ruki’s involuntarily gripped at his finger in a most tantalizing way.
He slipped a second finger into both of them, and heard them both moan anew. Shou was starting to move back against him, fucking himself on his fingers. He really had to get this one alone for a night at least once – he was a hot number, all right. It was always the supposedly sweet and innocent ones who were the wildest fucks – as Aoi had found out in a big way with Kai.
By the time he pushed in the third finger, they were both starting to move against him, Ruki bucking his hips rapidly. “That’s it,” Aoi said. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. You both want to be filled with hot, hard cock. You’re going to get it.”
He leaned over Ruki so he could whisper in his ear, “You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to fuck or be fucked? You’re the filling in the sandwich.” He bit Ruki’s earlobe for emphasis. “But you’re going to let me fuck his sweet ass a little, too.”
“What?” Shou said, turning his head toward the other two.
“I was just telling him,” Aoi said, sliding his fingers out before wiping them off, “that I’m going to fuck your pretty ass, and then I’m going to fuck Ruki while he fucks you.”
“Oh, my God,” Shou moaned, thinking he was going to collapse on the floor, his arms and legs no longer able to hold him up. This was beyond any erotic dream, any masturbation fantasy, that he’d ever had.
Aoi quickly rolled on a condom and lubed himself, and then he positioned himself behind Shou, gripping his hips, and pushed in . . .
Oh, yes. Oh, YES. He was so goddamn tight and hot. So delicious. Only the prospect of having Ruki’s hot ass was going to get him to give this up. “Fuck, why didn’t I have you sooner?” he murmured, sheathing himself more in that gorgeous body.
Shou didn’t respond. He was still lost in sensation – there was the pain that always accompanied initial entry, but it faded very quickly, and when the pleasure hit, it was warm and intense.
If this was their first time with each other, both of them knew it sure as hell wasn’t going to be their last.
Aoi began to thrust, slowly, feeling that channel caress him like being tightly wrapped in hot velvet. He was amazing. Just amazing. His ass was built for this sort of thing. He could fuck him all day and all night . . .
Ruki, meanwhile, was putting on a condom, slicking himself up. The sight of Aoi fucking Shou, of the looks of bliss on both faces, was hot as the seven hells. Ruki wasn’t the type who watched porn, but he doubted any of that could be anywhere near as hot as this. Especially since Aoi always played to an audience – whether it was an arena holding thousands or an audience of one.
Aoi slid himself out with great reluctance, turning to Ruki. “He’s yours,” he said, pulling the condom off and rolling on a fresh one, relubing it. He watched Ruki position himself behind Shou, gripping his hips and starting to slide in.
And then, he gripped Ruki’s hips and did the same, the slow and gentle push of initial entry all over again, feeling a different kind of tightness surround him. Luscious. He leaned over, biting Ruki’s neck slightly.
Ruki shivered at the bite – it was just one more layer of stimulation to add to the overload. Here was a cock in his ass, penetrating him, filling him, and here was his cock in Shou’s ass, wrapped in tight heat. It was almost like Aoi was impaling him straight through, fucking both of them at once.
He felt Aoi start to pull back, sliding out of him, and he pulled back from Shou at the same time. When Aoi pushed forward again, so did Ruki. Two cocks moved in rhythm as both men started a slow thrust, Ruki starting to moan loudly as he filled and was filled, giving and receiving at once.
Shou began to buck his hips backward at the sound, and that just made Ruki thrust harder and faster, plundering the hot ass in front of him – which just made Aoi match him thrust for thrust, filling Ruki even more.
It was more sensation that he thought possible. One kind of pressure in front, another in back, nerve endings all over the lower part of his body being stroked and stimulated, tingles coming from the tip of his cock and his prostate . . . all he could do was let out low, loud noises and thrust into Shou, feeling the pleasure build and build and build in him . . . he wasn’t going to last long. Not at ALL.
“Look at you,” Aoi murmured. “I’ve never seen you like this before.” Ruki was completely lost in ecstasy, in what both men were doing to him, his whole body glistening with sweat, even his hair in wild disarray. The only bad thing about this position was Aoi couldn’t see his face, but he could imagine that Ruki flat-out looked like he was in a trance right now.
And then, a hard thrust hit Ruki’s prostate, and he let out a scream that probably could be heard over the party din, thrusting hard into Shou’s body as he came so hard he thought his body was going to fly apart, wave after hot wave of ecstasy consuming him completely.
He felt Aoi move away, pulling his still-hard cock out of him, and Ruki melted to the floor. Yes, melted. He was liquid now, no substance to him whatsoever. He was sure that if someone were to break the lock and open that door, all they’d see on the floor would be a puddle.
Without missing a beat, Aoi gripped Shou’s hips and thrust into him, picking up where Ruki left off. Shou let out a moan as he felt a different cock penetrate him – he could feel the contrast in size, texture and shape, the fact that Aoi hit different batches of nerves than Ruki did, the fact that his thrusts were a bit deeper and sharper . . .
Aoi reached around his body, wrapping his fingers around Shou’s cock and starting to stroke, quickly. “Are you going to come, beautiful?” he said. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” Shou moaned. “Yes . . . soon . . .”
Aoi stroked faster, rubbing his fingers over the tip of his erection when he reached it. “Don’t hold back, then,” he murmured. “Come on, I want to hear it . . .”
Shou thrust backward, crying out, and finally, he let go, come pouring and pouring over Aoi’s fingers, the most intense orgasm he could remember having in eons. He felt Aoi thrust hard into him as his own climax broke at last, letting out a strangled cry.
The other two landed on the floor as well. Hope they don’t get wet in the puddle, Ruki thought, and then was amazed he was still capable of thought.
Aoi and Shou snuggled on either side of Ruki (wait, when did he regain solid form?), their hands clasping each other on his belly.
“Mmmm,” Shou murmured, kissing Ruki’s neck.
“Damn,” Aoi said.
Ruki opened his eyes, his head rolling toward Aoi from sheer inertia. Had that bastard just set up a porno scenario in Ryoga’s bathroom in the middle of a party? Oh, yes, he had. And, goddamn him, it had been the most amazing fuck of Ruki’s life.
“You’re quiet,” Aoi murmured to Ruki. “Still overwhelmed?”
“Fuck you,” Ruki said.
“I thought we just did that.”
“Motherfucker,” Ruki murmured. “Asshole. Son of a bitch.”
“You forgot bastard,” Aoi said, raising his head.
“That too!” Ruki said.
“You had the time of your life and you know it.”
Ruki leaned his head back on the floor, closing his eyes. “I’m not cleaning up your puke in the morning,” he said.
“Meaning you’re inviting us back to your place?” Aoi said. “Meaning you’re up for round two?”
Round two? Ruki was lucky if he could walk out of this room. But, dammit, he’d just said that, hadn’t he?
And, of course, this was only compounded by Shou raising his head and saying, “I’m good with that.”
“It’s settled, then,” Aoi said, getting up, slowly – and then holding his head. “Whoa, dizzy!”
Great, how were they going to get back to Ruki’s place? Shou came with Hiroto, Ruki didn’t drive (he’d taken a cab here) and Aoi sure as hell shouldn’t be driving.
As if reading his mind, Shou said, “I’ll pay for the cab.” (He’d have to text Hiroto and tell him he was getting another ride – without the details. He was sure if Saga heard anything about this party, he’d drag it out of him later). He held out his hand to Ruki. “Come on, let’s get dressed – and I think we need to clean up.”
Ruki found himself being dragged to his feet. (Well, what do you know, there were still bones in there!) “I want you to know that all Ryoga parties aren’t like this,” he told Shou.
“I know,” Shou said. “But it was fun, anyway. Um, even before this happened.”
Ruki sighed. Okay, maybe braving that crowd and coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Much against his better judgment.
* * *
Ruki sat in the recording studio the next day, checking Twitter between takes. The new recordings to be released later this year were well underway, and he had to admit he was pleased with the results.
He couldn’t believe he had enough stamina to give a good performance, after the night before.
And sure enough, here were Shou and Hiroto, causally talking on Twitter about the night before, and how much fun they had. Fortunately, Shou didn’t tip his hand that anything other than drinking and socializing had taken place.
Ruki typed back, “Next time, let’s invite Saga.” (Because he wasn’t going to tip his hand about what really had gone on, either.)
“Oh, yes, invite him,” said a voice behind him. “I’d like to get him in the bathing room, too. There’s room enough for four.”
Ruki whirled around. “Why the fuck are you reading over my shoulder?”
“Ow, not so loud,” Aoi said. “Besides, how could I pass by you and not see what you’re typing?”
“I’m amazed you can stand upright today, let alone play guitar,” Ruki grumbled.
“Your Orangina helped,” Aoi replied.
“And that’s another thing,” Ruki said. “You fucking owe me more. You drank my whole supply!”
“I gave you plenty in return, didn’t I?” Aoi said, in a tone that implied he was NOT talking about orange drinks. “Of course, Shou helped.”
Ruki sighed, putting his head in his hands. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And you’d do it all over again, wouldn’t you?” Aoi said, leaning over toward him again.
Ruki was going to let out a “fuck you,” but he knew Aoi was right. He would do last night all over again, if given the opportunity.
In fact, he was even starting to see the possibilities in fitting more people in that bathing room.
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure PWP Smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, threesome
Pairing: Aoi X Ruki X Shou
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Shou has never been invited to one of Ryoga’s parties before. He’s about to find out how interesting they can get when a very drunk Aoi hits on him and Ruki intervenes.
Comments: Dedicated to Rock and Read, because this damn thing is ALL THEIR FAULT. Well, okay, it was also inspired by this tweet and this tweet, which showed up on Tumblr the same day. Not sure if they actually appeared on Twitter around the same time, but I thought I’d put them together and have fun with it.
Shou had planned on a quiet evening at home tonight. He really did need to catch his breath, given how much work the band had been doing lately. Two single releases down, one to go, with a tour in the cards after that . . . it was the busiest year they’d had in awhile.
But when he got the invitation from Hiroto, in the form of a text message, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to turn it down.
“Ryoga said to invite you to his party tonight. Starts at eight, runs to whenever. I can pick you up if you want.”
Shou knew that the BORN vocalist threw these gatherings on a regular basis, and they were pretty well-attended affairs. He also knew he’d never been invited to one before – mostly because he didn’t have a reputation as a party guy.
As Saga put it, “Just about everyone in the business assumes you’re either on the computer or playing video games when you’re off-duty.”
Okay, he kind of asked for that reputation – because a lot of it was true. But that didn’t mean he didn’t like to get out, socialize, meet people, even have a drink now and then. He wasn’t the complete dork people thought he was.
Well, not COMPLETE, anyway.
So he texted Hiroto back, “Great! Come pick me up 8:30-ish.” Because if a party started at 8 and went to whenever, that meant not a soul was showing up before 8:30, and most people wouldn’t be there until way after 9. Visual kei party rules, of course.
* * *
Ruki hadn’t originally planned on going to this thing. He’d missed Ryoga’s last couple of parties, he had too much work to do. He’d been working ferociously on material for the new single and album, plus there was a DVD in the works, plus an overseas tour (although Kai was handling most of the nuts and bolts of that). . .
But the walls of his apartment were starting to close in on him. He hadn’t been outside all day except to walk Koron. And so, he thought, fuck it, I’ll show up at Ryoga’s party. Say hi to a few people, have a non-alcoholic drink or two (since Ruki wasn’t a drinker) and then leave.
It was well after 9 and headed for 10 when he arrived. He could hear the loud music and chatter from the street – which would mean pissed-off neighbors banging at the door, all too common for this sort of thing.
Visual kei party rules – it wasn’t a party until at least one outside person complained.
By the time he got off the elevator and was approaching the apartment door, he was beginning to feel he was in a live house. That feeling was intensified when their host opened the door, and clouds of music and smoke billowed out toward Ruki.
“Hey,” Ryoga said. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”
“Neither did I,” Ruki said. And then, peeking past him at the crowds – “Is there room for me in there?”
“For you? Fuck, yeah.” Ryoga stepped aside so that Ruki could enter.
Pushing into the apartment, Ruki seemed to have his doubts about that statement. The place looked like if you tried to fit one more person in there, the walls would rupture, spilling a torrent of glitter and makeup and leather into the street (oh, and some human flesh attached to all that, of course).
Okay, maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all.
* * *
Aoi had just sort of landed at this party. Meaning, he just sort of fucking crashed it. He’d been out drinking with a few friends and somebody had said something about an invitation to go to Ryoga’s, so he just sort of tagged along.
Once he was there, he drank more. Oh, yes, Ryoga had laid in a nice supply of the finest stuff for this occasion. Vodka and whiskey and even tequila (hey, had to get in practice for the Mexico show, right?)
He got out his phone and managed to type into Twitter that he hadn’t been this drunk in a long time. Because, hey, when you had an experience like this, you had to share it with the whole world, right?
He was stumbling around, looking for some fun, when he spotted the lovely creature up against the wall. Well, well, look at this. Tall, gorgeous and ready for action. He’d had thoughts about hitting on this one before, but hadn’t acted on them. Well, no time like the present.
“Hey, there,” Aoi said, approaching the hot babe. “Didn’t help but notice a pretty thing like you was standing there without a date. I could remedy that, you know.”
* * *
Shou was having a great time. Okay, so the party was a bit overcrowded. But there was a great mix of people here, all from the industry, some he knew, some he’d never met before.
He’d just met two younger guys from a band that was hoping to be signed by PSC. He was giving them advice on what to do, when . . .
Something tall, dark and sexy leaned in toward him, trying to smoothly intone a pickup line. Instead, he was closer to tall, drunk and sexy. He was wobbling around like a flag about to snap its flagpole.
“Um, hi, Aoi,” he said, trying to sound calm and casual – but with a distinct edge of WTF? to his voice as well.
“Hi?” Aoi said. “That’s all you’re saying? Well, boys as pretty as you don’t need to talk that much. A mouth like yours is better put to other uses.”
“Uhh . . . thank you?” Shou said, blushing bright red and backing up harder against the wall, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could dissolve into it. Don’t mind me while I become a wall decoration.
His position just gave Aoi an opportunity to put an arm on the wall and his body in front of Shou, effectively pinning him in. “I could put my mouth to good use, too,” he said. “I could give you the kind of blow job most guys only fantasize about – before I give you a good, hard fucking, that is.”
Shou swallowed hard. Oh, God. Aoi was drunk. No, drunk wasn’t a strong enough word for it. He had a bit of blood in his alcohol stream. This was nuts.
And, of course, he still managed to be world-class gorgeous, even in this state. Flat-out hot, even. Wasn’t he always, though? More than once, Shou had thought about . . . oh, yes, and he had to stop that line of thought RIGHT now.
“I could give you the kind of fucking you’d remember for years,” Aoi murmured, leaning toward Shou. “Hard and deep. Making you feel it to the tips of your fingers and your toes. Making sure you’d scream my name uncontrollably . . .”
* * *
Ruki was halfway through the crowd, and was wondering if turning around and heading back toward the door was doable, or if he’d be crushed like an ant under a bolder. He looked around, judging escape routes . . .
And just happened to catch sight of a certain bandmate of his. A very, VERY intoxicated bandmate. Who just so happened to be hitting on a certain protégée of his. (Who, um, also happened to be one of Ruki’s fuck buddies. Then again, so was the intoxicated bandmate).
He saw the predatory look in Aoi’s eyes, the “WTF?” look in Shou’s, and decided it was time to take action. He pushed his way through the crowd – fortunately, sideways movement among the mob only required a minimum of violence.
Ruki reached them just as Aoi was promising to make Shou scream uncontrollably. “And just what the fuck is going on here?” Ruki said, landing his hand solidly on Aoi’s shoulder – even if he had to reach up to do it.
“Ruki!” Aoi said. “Hey, that’s not fair!”
“Not fair?” Ruki said. “You hitting on him like this when you’re drunk off your ass is not fair.”
“You’ve never minded when I was drunk before,” Aoi said. “In fact, you came home with me really fast.”
“That was when it was you and I,” Ruki said. “Not you and him.”
“Oh?” Aoi said. “So there’s one set of rules for you and another for him?”
Ruki frowned – okay, Aoi said something, but it was hard to hear over the din of chatter and the increasingly loud music. “Huh?”
“I said, there’s one set of rules for you and another for. . .”
Okay, he couldn’t hear a damn thing his bandmate was saying. “We’re going to talk somewhere more private.” He pulled Aoi’s arm and started to move toward the back of the apartment – he knew from being here several times before that there was a bathing room across from Ryoga’s bedroom. As long as nobody was using the room for fucking (a distinct possibility at a party like this), they could talk there.
Fortunately, the room was unoccupied. He opened the door, dragged Aoi in – and realized Aoi was dragging a baffled-looking Shou as well. “You brought him?”
“He’s part of this,” Aoi said.
“No, he’s not,” Ruki said. “This is between you and me.”
“Oh, it is, is it?” Aoi said, leaning over toward Ruki, a seductive gleam in his eyes. “Is that why you didn’t want me hitting on him?”
Ruki leaned back – good Lord, Aoi didn’t just smell like a brewery, he smelled like the entire Anheuser-Busch corporation. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“I mean, you’re jealous, aren’t you? You want me for yourself.”
Ruki spluttered. “You’re drunk!”
“And you’re hot,” Aoi said, reaching out and caressing Ruki’s cheek. “Hot and lusty like you always are. I can see it in your eyes.”
What the HELL? Ruki thought. Okay, this party was looking like a worse and worse decision every minute. He was just going to walk out that door and leave. No, wait, he was going to take Shou with him. He could use his company tonight.
“You’re not seeing anything in my eyes,” Ruki said. “As drunk as you are, you’re probably seeing two of me.”
“You’re wrong,” Aoi said. “I see one of you, and one of Shou. One hell of a choice for a man to make, if you ask me.”
Shou, meanwhile, was standing rooted to the spot, feeling like a deer in the headlights. What was he supposed to do? Quietly slip out? Announce he was going? Just continue to stand here looking at the spectacle and thinking that Aoi and Ruki looked hot together – wait, WHAT?
“If you see one of me and one of Shou,” Ruki said, “maybe you can see the door over there.” He pointed at it.
“Why should I do that?” Aoi said. “I’m very happy where I am. I have two gorgeous men here with me. In fact . . .” He reached out with both arms, looping one around Ruki, the other around Shou, and pulled them both toward him.
“I don’t know why I have to choose between you,” he purred. “I’d like to have you both. Right here, right now. Strip you both naked and make you both moan. Watch you pleasuring each other.”
Shou just stood there, feeling like he’d been turned into a statue. What the . . . was he saying . . did he really . . . His better instincts, of course, were saying to turn tail and run away, the faster the better. Aoi was drunker than drunk. Nothing good could come of that.
“You can’t,” Ruki said. “You wouldn’t be able to.”
“What makes you say that?” Aoi said, tightening the arm around Ruki.
“Because you’re fucking drunk, idiot!”
“Fucking drunk? Yes. But you’ve seen me drunk and fucking.”
“Not this drunk!” Ruki said. “There’s no way a guy as drunk as you can . . .”
He was silenced by a mouth on his – a hard kiss, with a tongue stroking his, and he tasted every kind of booze imaginable, but underneath it was the familiar, hot taste of Aoi. He raised his hand, intending to push him away . . .
Instead, he wrapped it around Aoi’s shoulders, pulling him in as he kissed back, pushing his tongue against the other man’s. He heard Aoi purr in pleasure, and felt a hand tangle in his hair, tugging softly. The little bit of pain just made it all the more insane, all the more hot.
Aoi eased back from him. “Challenge accepted,” he murmured. Then, turning his head toward Shou, Aoi said, “You liked watching us kiss.”
“Um . . .” Shou said. Speak? He was hardly able to breathe right now. This shouldn’t be hot. He should be able to take his eyes off them, right?
“This tells me you did,” Aoi said, reaching out and cupping a hand over Shou’s crotch – which was definitely showing signs of hardness. Shou let out a gasp. “You want me to touch more than that, don’t you?” Aoi said. “You want both of us to.”
Oh, God, Ruki thought, oh, God, oh, God, this is about to degenerate into a full-bown porn scenario, wasn’t it? The three of them were going to end up on the floor in a tangle of hot flesh. There was only one way he could possibly restore sanity . .
“You’re not prepared for this, you know,” Ruki told Aoi.
Aoi gave him a sly smile, hand still caressing Shou’s cock, coaxing it even harder. “I’m always prepared.”
“I mean, you have no lube and condoms, and I’m sure as fuck not stealing Ryoga’s.”
Aoi just reached in his pocket with the hand not caressing Shou, pulling out a small bottle of liquid lube and several condoms, and dropped them on the sink. “Told you,” he said.
That was it. Ruki was defeated. The threesome was going to happen, and dammit, he shouldn’t be so happy about it. He shouldn’t be rushing to lock the door, reaching up to unbutton his shirt as he watched Aoi lean in to kiss Shou hard, saw the two tongues stroking and dancing against each other . . . and they were gorgeous together, weren’t they? Both so tall and slim and sexy . . .
And he couldn't get his pants off fast enough, because they were starting to feel tight. They landed on the floor, along with his underwear.
The other two were still kissing, and Shou’s fingers were working on Aoi’s clothing. Buttons, zipper, baring tantalizing views of naked flesh . . . Ruki found himself moving behind Aoi, reaching for the unbuttoned shirt and sliding it down and off. The pants followed a moment later.
And then, Ruki was burying his face in Aoi’s back, kissing the flesh as his hands wrapped around his body, finding the nipples, brushing against them, taking them in his thumbs and forefingers and squeezing. He felt Aoi shiver in response.
Shou pulled away from the other two just long enough to strip off his own clothes, Aoi murmuring in appreciation of what he saw. “You’re just as sexy as I thought you’d be. Bend over, let me see that great ass.”
Ruki raised his head and peeked around Aoi’s shoulder in time to see Shou lean down, hands on the sink, lovely bottom offered up as a gift. Aoi knelt behind him, grabbing both cheeks in his hands and squeezing hard, making the other man moan.
He glanced over his shoulder at Ruki, giving him teasing eyes, and then swept his tongue from the bottom of the cleft to the top, making sure the other man could see.
Oh, he saw, all right. “Jesus Christ, Aoi!”
Aoi looked back at Ruki again. “Did I just take something you want a piece of?” He smacked Shou’s ass, just hard enough to make the other man jump and moan.
Goddamn it, why did the man manage to be a flat-out porn star even when he was drunk off his ass? “You know what I want.”
“No, I don’t,” Aoi said, hand gently caressing Shou’s bottom, squeezing it again. “Maybe you should tell me. Tell both of us.”
“Since you’ve been doing THAT, I want that mouth on me.” There, the bastard had it.
“Just mine? Or . . .”
Shou, who was lost somewhere in an erotic daze from Aoi’s treatment of his ass, heard what was being said, and he liked the sounds of it. He stood up, turned around and knelt in front of Ruki, tongue coming out and brushing against one side of the other man’s cock.
“Good boy,” Aoi said, and knelt beside him, tongue sliding along the other side of Ruki’s erection, rubbing back and forth, then moving up as Shou moved down. The two men began to lick the hard length as if it were a sweet treat, caressing every part of the shaft with hot wetness, stopping to kiss it, to caress it with both tongue and fingers.
“Oh, FUCK,” Ruki moaned, his hands resting on both heads as they worked him like pros, Shou swirling around and around the head as Aoi moved down, down, until he was slowly licking along Ruki’s balls. To make things better, or worse, depending how you looked at it, one of Aoi’s fingers pressed gently on the flesh between Ruki’s balls and entrance, stimulating his prostate just enough to send a jolt through him.
“AAHH!” Ruki cried, feeling his knees go weak, his whole body turn to jelly, and his whole world was sensation, hot and wet tongues finding every sensitive spot on his cock and driving him mad.
“Going to come?” Aoi said. “We can’t have that yet.” And he began to move upward, tongue sweeping over Ruki’s belly, while Shou moved downward, licking along his thighs.
Oh, God, this was driving him mad in a different way, because now this was indirect pleasure. Aoi’s tongue continued its journey upward, flicking his nipples, caressing his neck . . .
Then, the guitarist stood up and moved behind Ruki, hands coming around his body to stroke and caress his nipples, rubbing over the buds, tracing their shape before pinching them between thumb and forefinger. While he was doing this, Aoi lowered his head to the nape of Ruki’s neck, sucking at it and nibbling . . .
And meanwhile, Shou was doing the same thing to Ruki’s thighs, biting the flesh gently, licking along it, his fingers moving to the backs of the other man’s knees, caressing the sensitive skin there. He nipped a little harder just as Aoi squeezed his nipples, and Ruki let out a growl.
“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK.”
“Oh?” Aoi said, before licking at his neck again. “Do you want to fuck? Or do you want to be fucked? Or maybe both?”
Ruki just responded with another growl, feeling weak-kneed again, like he was going to collapse into the floor and just keep melting into it.
“We have to be nice to Shou first for being so good to you, though,” Aoi said. “Don’t you agree?”
Oh, great, he was just going to prolong the ecstatic agony some more. Shou quickly stood up when he heard his name, and Aoi pulled the taller vocalist into a hot kiss, their tongues pressing against each other. And now, these two had to give Ruki a visual to just make him even hotter.
“Go over to the tub,” Aoi told Shou. “Take that showerhead over there, and get yourself wet.”
Shou looked puzzled. “Why?” (Had Aoi seen the photoshoot he’d just done? But it wasn’t officially out yet).
“Just because I want to see you like that,” Aoi said.
Shou went over to the tub (they were definitely going to have to clean up in here afterward, couldn’t let their host know they’d used his bathing room as a love hotel) and turned the water on, running the showerhead all over his body, making sure he got wet all over – and, goddamn, the water running over his erection made him shiver. He’d been concentrating so much on Ruki’s pleasure that he’d neglected his own needs.
He turned the water off, hanging the showerhead back, feeling two sets of appreciating eyes on him. Which was just making him all the harder.
“Lay back,” Aoi said, and Shou obeyed, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable in a very nice way. There were appreciating eyes again, and then, the other two knelt by the tub . . .
He felt Aoi’s mouth on his nipple first, a gentle caress of his tongue before his lips wrapped around it, sucking firmly. He found himself arching against the other man, tangling his fingers in his hair.
And then, he felt something else down below. Namely, Ruki’s tongue tracing his cock, licking along it with a slow, sensual caress. Ruki was, of course, a grand master at oral pleasure, and Shou had been the recipient of it before . . .
But not with Aoi sucking on one nipple and pinching the other, letting his teeth scrape just enough to make Shou jump and let out an “Oh!”, the fingers tangled in Aoi’s hair pulling just a little, making the other man let out a moan of his own.
Ruki, hearing the noises from above him, doubled his own effort, rubbing the soft underside of his tongue back and forth over the head of Shou’s erection, then circling it over the very tip, teasing the slit on top. He moved down the shaft, caressing here and there, tracing the path of one of the veins.
Shou had his eyes closed now, body rising and falling like the waves, lifting himself toward the two mouths that were giving him so much pleasure – Ruki was doing things with his tongue he didn’t even do when they were alone together, flattening the whole thing along his shaft and licking upward slowly, seeming to caress all of his cock at once.
“Look at that,” Aoi murmured, when he saw Shou writhing beneath the two of them, a look of sheer bliss on his face. “You want to get fucked hard?” He punctuated that with a small bite at Shou’s nipple.
Shou gasped, jumping. “Yes,” he said.
“It would be a shame if only one of us got to do that,” Aoi said. He sat up. “Both of you, on all fours.”
Ruki lifted his head, perplexed. “Both of us?”
“You’ll see,” Aoi said, getting the bottle of lube.
Ruki stuck out a hand to help Shou out of the tub. The taller man got out, extremely wobbly-legged, and took a towel Ruki handed him. (And they’d have to put this in the laundry, too. Hope Ryoga was used to unusual things happening at his parties).
Once he was dry, Shou took up the position requested on the floor, Ruki beside him – and neither was surprised to find a lubed finger slipping into his ass. Ruki let out a small moan – he knew Aoi was damn good at this.
“Oh, my God, that’s a beautiful sight,” Aoi murmured as he began finger-fucking the two vocalists, looking at two gorgeous, upturned asses, hearing the sounds of pleasure both of them made (how many fangirls would give years off their lives to hear THAT?). He felt the differences in texture of each of them – they were both deliciously tight, but Shou’s passage was a bit softer, and Ruki’s involuntarily gripped at his finger in a most tantalizing way.
He slipped a second finger into both of them, and heard them both moan anew. Shou was starting to move back against him, fucking himself on his fingers. He really had to get this one alone for a night at least once – he was a hot number, all right. It was always the supposedly sweet and innocent ones who were the wildest fucks – as Aoi had found out in a big way with Kai.
By the time he pushed in the third finger, they were both starting to move against him, Ruki bucking his hips rapidly. “That’s it,” Aoi said. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. You both want to be filled with hot, hard cock. You’re going to get it.”
He leaned over Ruki so he could whisper in his ear, “You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to fuck or be fucked? You’re the filling in the sandwich.” He bit Ruki’s earlobe for emphasis. “But you’re going to let me fuck his sweet ass a little, too.”
“What?” Shou said, turning his head toward the other two.
“I was just telling him,” Aoi said, sliding his fingers out before wiping them off, “that I’m going to fuck your pretty ass, and then I’m going to fuck Ruki while he fucks you.”
“Oh, my God,” Shou moaned, thinking he was going to collapse on the floor, his arms and legs no longer able to hold him up. This was beyond any erotic dream, any masturbation fantasy, that he’d ever had.
Aoi quickly rolled on a condom and lubed himself, and then he positioned himself behind Shou, gripping his hips, and pushed in . . .
Oh, yes. Oh, YES. He was so goddamn tight and hot. So delicious. Only the prospect of having Ruki’s hot ass was going to get him to give this up. “Fuck, why didn’t I have you sooner?” he murmured, sheathing himself more in that gorgeous body.
Shou didn’t respond. He was still lost in sensation – there was the pain that always accompanied initial entry, but it faded very quickly, and when the pleasure hit, it was warm and intense.
If this was their first time with each other, both of them knew it sure as hell wasn’t going to be their last.
Aoi began to thrust, slowly, feeling that channel caress him like being tightly wrapped in hot velvet. He was amazing. Just amazing. His ass was built for this sort of thing. He could fuck him all day and all night . . .
Ruki, meanwhile, was putting on a condom, slicking himself up. The sight of Aoi fucking Shou, of the looks of bliss on both faces, was hot as the seven hells. Ruki wasn’t the type who watched porn, but he doubted any of that could be anywhere near as hot as this. Especially since Aoi always played to an audience – whether it was an arena holding thousands or an audience of one.
Aoi slid himself out with great reluctance, turning to Ruki. “He’s yours,” he said, pulling the condom off and rolling on a fresh one, relubing it. He watched Ruki position himself behind Shou, gripping his hips and starting to slide in.
And then, he gripped Ruki’s hips and did the same, the slow and gentle push of initial entry all over again, feeling a different kind of tightness surround him. Luscious. He leaned over, biting Ruki’s neck slightly.
Ruki shivered at the bite – it was just one more layer of stimulation to add to the overload. Here was a cock in his ass, penetrating him, filling him, and here was his cock in Shou’s ass, wrapped in tight heat. It was almost like Aoi was impaling him straight through, fucking both of them at once.
He felt Aoi start to pull back, sliding out of him, and he pulled back from Shou at the same time. When Aoi pushed forward again, so did Ruki. Two cocks moved in rhythm as both men started a slow thrust, Ruki starting to moan loudly as he filled and was filled, giving and receiving at once.
Shou began to buck his hips backward at the sound, and that just made Ruki thrust harder and faster, plundering the hot ass in front of him – which just made Aoi match him thrust for thrust, filling Ruki even more.
It was more sensation that he thought possible. One kind of pressure in front, another in back, nerve endings all over the lower part of his body being stroked and stimulated, tingles coming from the tip of his cock and his prostate . . . all he could do was let out low, loud noises and thrust into Shou, feeling the pleasure build and build and build in him . . . he wasn’t going to last long. Not at ALL.
“Look at you,” Aoi murmured. “I’ve never seen you like this before.” Ruki was completely lost in ecstasy, in what both men were doing to him, his whole body glistening with sweat, even his hair in wild disarray. The only bad thing about this position was Aoi couldn’t see his face, but he could imagine that Ruki flat-out looked like he was in a trance right now.
And then, a hard thrust hit Ruki’s prostate, and he let out a scream that probably could be heard over the party din, thrusting hard into Shou’s body as he came so hard he thought his body was going to fly apart, wave after hot wave of ecstasy consuming him completely.
He felt Aoi move away, pulling his still-hard cock out of him, and Ruki melted to the floor. Yes, melted. He was liquid now, no substance to him whatsoever. He was sure that if someone were to break the lock and open that door, all they’d see on the floor would be a puddle.
Without missing a beat, Aoi gripped Shou’s hips and thrust into him, picking up where Ruki left off. Shou let out a moan as he felt a different cock penetrate him – he could feel the contrast in size, texture and shape, the fact that Aoi hit different batches of nerves than Ruki did, the fact that his thrusts were a bit deeper and sharper . . .
Aoi reached around his body, wrapping his fingers around Shou’s cock and starting to stroke, quickly. “Are you going to come, beautiful?” he said. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” Shou moaned. “Yes . . . soon . . .”
Aoi stroked faster, rubbing his fingers over the tip of his erection when he reached it. “Don’t hold back, then,” he murmured. “Come on, I want to hear it . . .”
Shou thrust backward, crying out, and finally, he let go, come pouring and pouring over Aoi’s fingers, the most intense orgasm he could remember having in eons. He felt Aoi thrust hard into him as his own climax broke at last, letting out a strangled cry.
The other two landed on the floor as well. Hope they don’t get wet in the puddle, Ruki thought, and then was amazed he was still capable of thought.
Aoi and Shou snuggled on either side of Ruki (wait, when did he regain solid form?), their hands clasping each other on his belly.
“Mmmm,” Shou murmured, kissing Ruki’s neck.
“Damn,” Aoi said.
Ruki opened his eyes, his head rolling toward Aoi from sheer inertia. Had that bastard just set up a porno scenario in Ryoga’s bathroom in the middle of a party? Oh, yes, he had. And, goddamn him, it had been the most amazing fuck of Ruki’s life.
“You’re quiet,” Aoi murmured to Ruki. “Still overwhelmed?”
“Fuck you,” Ruki said.
“I thought we just did that.”
“Motherfucker,” Ruki murmured. “Asshole. Son of a bitch.”
“You forgot bastard,” Aoi said, raising his head.
“That too!” Ruki said.
“You had the time of your life and you know it.”
Ruki leaned his head back on the floor, closing his eyes. “I’m not cleaning up your puke in the morning,” he said.
“Meaning you’re inviting us back to your place?” Aoi said. “Meaning you’re up for round two?”
Round two? Ruki was lucky if he could walk out of this room. But, dammit, he’d just said that, hadn’t he?
And, of course, this was only compounded by Shou raising his head and saying, “I’m good with that.”
“It’s settled, then,” Aoi said, getting up, slowly – and then holding his head. “Whoa, dizzy!”
Great, how were they going to get back to Ruki’s place? Shou came with Hiroto, Ruki didn’t drive (he’d taken a cab here) and Aoi sure as hell shouldn’t be driving.
As if reading his mind, Shou said, “I’ll pay for the cab.” (He’d have to text Hiroto and tell him he was getting another ride – without the details. He was sure if Saga heard anything about this party, he’d drag it out of him later). He held out his hand to Ruki. “Come on, let’s get dressed – and I think we need to clean up.”
Ruki found himself being dragged to his feet. (Well, what do you know, there were still bones in there!) “I want you to know that all Ryoga parties aren’t like this,” he told Shou.
“I know,” Shou said. “But it was fun, anyway. Um, even before this happened.”
Ruki sighed. Okay, maybe braving that crowd and coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Much against his better judgment.
* * *
Ruki sat in the recording studio the next day, checking Twitter between takes. The new recordings to be released later this year were well underway, and he had to admit he was pleased with the results.
He couldn’t believe he had enough stamina to give a good performance, after the night before.
And sure enough, here were Shou and Hiroto, causally talking on Twitter about the night before, and how much fun they had. Fortunately, Shou didn’t tip his hand that anything other than drinking and socializing had taken place.
Ruki typed back, “Next time, let’s invite Saga.” (Because he wasn’t going to tip his hand about what really had gone on, either.)
“Oh, yes, invite him,” said a voice behind him. “I’d like to get him in the bathing room, too. There’s room enough for four.”
Ruki whirled around. “Why the fuck are you reading over my shoulder?”
“Ow, not so loud,” Aoi said. “Besides, how could I pass by you and not see what you’re typing?”
“I’m amazed you can stand upright today, let alone play guitar,” Ruki grumbled.
“Your Orangina helped,” Aoi replied.
“And that’s another thing,” Ruki said. “You fucking owe me more. You drank my whole supply!”
“I gave you plenty in return, didn’t I?” Aoi said, in a tone that implied he was NOT talking about orange drinks. “Of course, Shou helped.”
Ruki sighed, putting his head in his hands. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And you’d do it all over again, wouldn’t you?” Aoi said, leaning over toward him again.
Ruki was going to let out a “fuck you,” but he knew Aoi was right. He would do last night all over again, if given the opportunity.
In fact, he was even starting to see the possibilities in fitting more people in that bathing room.
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Date: 2013-04-27 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-05-04 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-28 06:41 am (UTC)*fans self*
christ, you always manage such a great combination of sexy as shit and witty as fuck and awesome pairings
I feel a little like Ruki rn tbh
Ahahaha
one more thing
Please
please
please
please
pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease
...writetheonewithSaga omfg
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*kisses 'nd cookies 'nd icecream*
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Date: 2013-05-04 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-28 02:45 pm (UTC)Hnnn.. Aoi..
I love your writing!!! *HUGGLES*
GOOD JOB!
P.S And while I was reading this.. Alice Nine's Kiss Twice, Kiss Me Deadly started playing XD
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Date: 2013-05-04 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-28 04:38 pm (UTC)-drools- please tell me you're going to write a sequel! Q~Q
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Date: 2013-05-04 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-28 05:29 pm (UTC)And I knew Shou's RR will be having a fic about itt!! XDD
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Date: 2013-05-04 01:59 pm (UTC)Drunk!Aoi had to be brought in because of that tweet of his - crashing Ryoga's party is something I can see happening! (I probably did have him being a bit more coordinated than he should be given his level of drunkenness, but hey). And Ruki really knows he wanted it all along. (Aoi has that effect on him in my fics. XD)
Thank you so much for reading!
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Date: 2013-05-04 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-05-23 11:37 pm (UTC)So yeah, anyway...Using real life situations these boys get into and making it into a story is genius! I can't even imagine the amount of real life porn you have to watch to get this good. This is actual porn at its actual finest. I bow to you, sempai.