NIKA

Three Of A Kind

He was bored as hell. Really bored and pissed off. Coming to New York was fine, yeah. Recording in New York was great. But why for so long and without his wife? Jiro looked around over his limp and slouched form to the others. To his left, Teru was sleeping curled up like a cat, snoring lightly. To his right positioned at a glass table, typing away on his notebook was Hisashi. Calm, unreadable and busy. He hated this guy's calmness and his way of keeping himself busy. His look wandered back to the pretty parquet-floor and lingered there. Damn that Takuro. Why weren't they allowed to bring their respective girlfriends and wives along? Just because they would be distracted from work? Being all alone with one computermaniac asleep and another one typing away, slowly making him mad with the continuos noise. "Shut up.", he mumbled in a low voice directed at the only other man awake. Hisashi didn't listen. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Hisashi stopped and turned around to raise an eyebrow at the limp figure on the couch. Teru stirred a little, turned round curled up again with a loud sigh. "What's up, Jiro? Why do you shout at me?" the voice of the guitarist was arrogant and annoyed. "I'm bored." Jiro pouted. "That's your problem. Sleep like Teru." Hisashi nodded in the general direction of the singer. "I'm not tired." Jiro's voice sounded childish. Hisashi sighed, long and deep. "Go out then, get drunk." "Takuro told us to stay here and wait for him. And I don't wanna drink all alone. Besides, I don't know how to order properly. They never understand what I want." The face of the bassist became darker. "Then practice your English." Hisashi suggested. Jiro sat up. "I want something fun!" The guitarist shrugged:" Care for yourself. I'm not your entertainer." "Man, you're no fun, Hisa. Would be cute, you as my entertainer." The glare from the older man was icy and could have killed the giggling bassist. Soon the fun was over and Jiro was bored again, while Hisashi checked for mails. "I miss her..." Jiro suddenly mumbled, a little wonderingly. "Argh, I miss the fun and the laughter." Hisashi sighed. He missed his wife too, his eyes flashed to the handsome vocalist, still curled up and sleeping deeply. He wondered how much Teru missed his kids. Strange how much he felt bound to them, even though he rarely saw them. And he himself also missed his little Ayu. First he closed a short second then his eyes returned to the screen. Jiro cramped his fists in his blonde hair and he growled: "And I miss sex!" Hisashi shook his head. "Then get yourself some." he answered coldly, generally annoyed. "Easy for you to say, ice-man. I actually don't wanna cheat her with some no-name girl." Jiro stood up, walked to the large window and stared at the New York skyline. "I just want to have someone to make me feel alive." he whispered, almost inaudible, but Hisashi's hearing was excellent He returned to the couch and flopped down, while the guitarist typed away without a noticeable reaction towards Jiro's words and behavior. "We live in celibate here. I might also forget how to have sex at all..." the blonde bassist whined. Hisashi rolled his eyes. Sometimes Jiro was simply unbearable. "Don't you miss it, Hisa? The way someone comes up to you, eyes all soft, bends down and kisses you?" And sometimes the younger man made more sense than Teru and Takuro together. Hisashi halted his typing. In the background he heard Jiro sigh, deeply. Casting a short look over his shoulder, to see how the bassist was doing, he noticed the dreamy and sad expression on Jiro's face, while he had his eyes closed. Jiro felt utterly alone suddenly. He had to close his eyes and keep the world outside. There was warmth before him unexpectedly and he felt the soft flutter of a breath on his lips, before they were touched with another fitting pair. He eyes popped wide open. "Hi...sa!!!", he coughed, shocked and unbelievingly. Hisashi smiled, his eyes all warm and soft: "See? You still know how it works." Jiro wiped his lips furiously. "Was I that bad?" Hisashi teased him, warmly. "Let me proof you that I can do better." Jiro shook his head, crawling backwards, away from the guitarist. "It's okay. Really." he tried to prevent the worst. Then his eyes caught Hisashi's and his words trailed off. He really missed a look like that... Tender, loving...so very enticing. He let his lips caught again, this time in the knowledge of whom they belonged to. But it didn't matter. The warmth, the touch...the wonderful scent from the other man...they were more important. The kiss was awkward at first, just lips against lips. Then he felt his arms creep around the guitarist, drawing him closer, opening his mouth, letting in the enemy. Hisashi's tongue made him squirm, they curled around the other, searching for control over the other but always losing. The lack of oxygen stopped the tender fight. Breathing heavily, the two men looked at each other in a whole new way. Lusty, searching, greedy. "Better?" Hisashi asked the flushed man before him. Jiro licked his lips, only managing a short, almost angry nod, then he dived for the lips again, that gave him so much pleasure. "Hisa.." he whispered lust-blurred between kisses, getting hungrier with every second. He pushed the guitarist a little from himself, only to lick the lips and then planting little kisses on the chin, finding a way to the collarbone, in search for the sweet skin, where neck and collar met. Hisashi stretched his head far backwards, allowing full access to the hungry lips. Jiro halted as he reached the adam's apple and was suddenly unsure. This was undoubtedly a man. Hisashi. The man above him looked down at him confused, only to find an almost as confused look on the cute boyish face. "Hisa...we shouldn't be doing this..." Jiro whispered. "Right, what are you two doing anyway?" came a sleepy voice. Both men on the couch froze and turned their heads to the no longer sleeping singer. Then they blushed intensely. Teru blinked. "Hisa was..." Jiro stuttered. The older man regained his composure. "I was testing if he'd already forgotten how to kiss." Hisashi smiled a little. "Obviously." Teru grinned mischievously. Jiro just tried to hide before the world. "And? Could you teach him something, Tonomura-sensei?" The voice was amused and maybe even a bit curious. The guitarist shrugged indifferently. Teru stretched gracefully and giggled a little. "Never seem you so meek, Jiro-kun." He stood up and faced the poor bassist. "Could he teach you something?" Teru poked Jiro on the red cheeks. "Shut up, Teru!" Jiro growled, trying to get rid of the blush. Wiggling away from the teasing singer he mumbled: "Try out yourself if you want to know!" "Good idea." Teru agreed and eyed the guitarist, who was getting off the couch already, not paying much attention to the both men arguing there. Suddenly Hisashi felt caught by his legs and stumbled back with a loud "humph". "Teru!" he roared at the smiling face coming into view. "Now, sensei, would you teach this unworthy student?" Hisashi rose a perfect eyebrow at the singer. "Lessons are over for today." he tried to get away from Teru, who always had been his downfall. But Teru was certainly stronger than him, holding him down and softly pressing his lips against the soft ones of his friend. Jiro's eyes were drawn to the two men before him, he saw Hisashi gradually melting into the kiss, as the eyelids fluttered close and the kiss deepened. Without his own will Hisashi grabbed Teru's neck and pulled him down closer. Getting to taste him, to feel him so close. He needed more of it, just as he had always feared. He sought his life with this kiss. Teru could taste the desperation in the way Hisashi clung to him and pulled him closer and closer. Jiro stared and felt his tongue wet his own lips. Sexy... Those two were his friends. You don't really consider your friends sexy. Even while they were kissing like glued to each other, making little whimpering noises full of need. "Anou..." he urged out, feeling uncomfortable. The two men before him broke their kiss and backed away from another as if they had been burned. Breathless, aroused and totally flushed they sat; each one as far away from the other as the couch allowed, trying to comprehend, what had been happening between them. "Hisa..." Jiro saw the frightened look on his friend's face. Then he looked at Teru, who seemed not less disturbed. Both of them did not dare to look at the other, avoiding to raise their eyes. Jiro felt pity for Teru, but when he looked at the flushed face of the guitarist, he felt something else. He remembered lively the kiss they had shared and the strange feeling because it was a man, he had shared this experience with. With Hisashi of all men. Who liked to say he hated him. Who was so arrogant and composed all the time. His soft eyes, so deep and enticing. Warm body, fragile scented damn guitarist. He crawled to the person he thought about and cupped the lovely face between his palms. "Hisa?" Hisashi looked at the bassist with clouded eyes. Wonderingly. Surprised. "Ji..", he breathed heavily "...ro!" "Un." The older man fell against the bassist and hid his face in the crook of Jiro's neck. The bassist was shocked. What the hell was going on? Yet the slender body was so close to his, the scent and feeling of the hair against his neck. He couldn't resist and let his fingers travel through the luxurious strands. Petting the hair and enjoying the tingling sensation of the breaths against his neck. Was Hisashi going to cry? Then he felt lips on his neck, placing soft and timid kisses on the sensible skin. "Jiro.." came a lighter, more aroused sigh. "I'm here..." Jiro's voice trailed off, as he enjoyed the caresses. "Right here..." Oh, Hisashi was so good at this... He dived down to find the lips that were bringing him so many fantastic sensations. He engaged into a lazy long kiss with Hisashi. Letting the sensations melt in each other's mouth, slowly. The kisses grew longer, keeping the pace slow. Then they heard a third breathing pattern beside them, unwillingly they stopped. "Teru..." Jiro stated, huskily, after parting from the soft lips he enjoyed so much. The singer had watched the kisses, feeling the need to taste his friend again, but there was also something about the boyish bassist. He had never thought about kissing Jiro... So he had closed up to them. Teru said nothing just stared at the bassist and guitarist of his band, pondering why he felt aroused because of them Why they were kissing at all. This was Jiro! And he was kissing Hisashi. He couldn't fathom the lust in Jiro's eyes, the increased bodyheat radiating against his own skin.... but then he turned to the other man...he simply drowned in the dark depths he found there. Hisashi. How long had they avoided this? He couldn't even remember. "Tono.." his voice was shaken with raw emotion. Hisashi went all limp when he heard the voice of his friend. He sunk against Jiro, trying to get away from this man, who was dangerous. But Teru draw his face to him with the greatest care and placed a soft kiss on the forehead of the guitarist. Jiro recognized the obvious attraction between them, but Hisashi's hands held on to him, the fingers gripping him painfully, as if Jiro was his only hold. His shelter. Jiro glared at Teru, who eased the bangs out of the boyish face. What the heck was Teru doing? What was he doing to Hisashi? "Jiro.." he smiled at the younger man, mysteriously and charming. Jiro felt his anger melt and confusion return. Then he let his palm caress the smooth skin of the blonde-haired bassist, who leaned into the touch almost automatically. Teru had soft hands, so warm and reassuring. How much he had missed a touch like this; he was craving for this kind of attention. Slowly he tilted his head, inviting Teru's lips, his eyes drifting close. Waiting for the kiss to happen, he heard a small gasp, felt one of Hisashi's hands leave his chest. Under halflidded eyes he saw the hand of Hisashi wander to the singer and lace his fingers with Teru's. The two shared a look, that seemed to burn away reality and then... Then he felt Teru's lips descend on his own, more demanding and testing than the lips of the guitarist. A musky taste filled his senses, the tongue skilled and knowing, ravaging him. Jiro had never suspected this from Teru and he moaned a little helpless. Then he pushed the singer away, with all his strength. "What are we doing?" he asked, half afraid, half hoping. Undecided. The singer smiled at Jiro, meltingly, making Jiro's heart jump at the expression. Hisashi also smiled at him, so seductively, Jiro gulped. Their fingers were still laced, resting between them peacefully. Typically them. Always using actions to express their feelings rather than words. But he needed them now. Words. Hisashi held out a hand to the confused and reluctant bassist. "Move a little closer, Jiro. It's getting harder to breathe without you." he heard the calm and young voice. Jiro looked at the hand of the guitarist as if it was about to bite him. What was there to gain? He closed his eyes an let himself fall back, not believing what was going on. How much more was there to lose? Jiro shook his head. Then he felt a voice very close to his ear, "We feel as you do..." The warm breath against him made him shudder, he could even feel the lips moving. "We are confused too." he heard Hisashi whisper in his other ear, equally as close and taking the freedom to nibble his earlobe. "But I cannot let go of this feeling, here, with you and with him." Jiro's breath was getting labored. His state of arousal making him wonder. They hadn't even done much more than kissing, yet... "We...shouldn't be doing this..." he pressed out, not able to open his eyes, afraid to make the wonderful feelings disappear. But he sat up with a start and stared at the other two angrily. "I'm not gay!" he cried out. The two men blinked at him. Hisashi suddenly giggled and let go of Teru's hand. He pulled Jiro inside his arms while the younger man simply stared into nothingness. "We are neither. Not me, not Teru. But we all need to feel alive every now and then." He hugged Jiro close. "Doesn't everybody need to feel that they are still alive? I do. Teru does. And...you do too." Jiro heard the sincerity in the voice. Hisashi had heard his words back then. Jiro felt himself clinging to the guitarist and biting his lower lip. "We won't make you do anything. You have to decide for yourself." The arms loosened around the bassist and he felt cold and miserable, as Hisashi left him sitting on the edge of the couch. The guitarist returned his attentions to the singer, who draw the slender man in his lap, kissing him so softly at first, so many times, slowly letting the kisses get deeper and finally engaging in a deep kiss. The guitarist leaned against the chest of Teru, letting the delicate fingers travel slowly over the slightly muscled arms. Teru had an eerie deja-vu feeling. Like he had done this before. Hisashi in his arms, the most normal thing in the world. Like he belonged there. This feeling made him nervous. Uneasy. And yet, he enjoyed it very much. Hisashi writhed against him, letting him feel the whole of his body. Teru arched back, face flushed, full of lust and lips opened slightly. Jiro pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them, while the two before him enjoyed themselves. Hisashi shot him a heated glance, invitingly. Jiro flinched, while Hisashi eased up the T-shirt of the man under him, exposing skin for his greedy fingers and for the curled-up man to behold. How many times had he seen Teru naked? He couldn't count. And he had to admit Teru *was* attractive. But not in this provocative way. Wishing it to be his fingers, wandering searchingly under the shirt, his lips on either of their mouths. He wanted this thrill to. Sex. Hisashi bowed down to let his tongue play with Teru's navel, which he had exposed, while the singer licked and kissed the back of the slender neck, brushing the fingers through the brownish hair eagerly. Hisashi marveled in the feeling of completeness and sexual arousal. Teru's lips were like hot irons, burning his skin making him aware of every single pore and cell. The more he gave himself into the feelings, the more he needed. He hadn't considered himself so needy and deprived. But having Teru in his grasp...made it worse. He had been much more in control with Jiro, so sweet and slow. Such a temptation. And he had meant it as a simple joke at first. Such thoughts were washed away, when Teru pulled him up for another mind-melting kiss. The whole world seemed to concentrate around two men and their foreplay. Jiro tried to distract himself...maybe using the notebook... No use, his eyes were glued to the entangled limps before him, as Teru rolled around to bury Hisashi under him, devouring the lips and ears and neck. Hisashi whimpered little sweet nothings, trying to get Teru to continue. Teru was more than eager to oblige, tenderly biting the soft skin under Hisashi's chin, making the other man groan noisily. "Teru..." he sighed. The singer chuckled deeply in his chest and continued the sweet attack on the neck and the shoulders. Jiro sniffed loudly. The love-birds were getting closer to him, he could see every new wave of pleasure expressed on Hisashi's face. A mischievous grin crossed the features of the guitarist, as he let his fingers crawl under the black T-shirt of the singer, lifting it over the head with a single movement. Teru's hair was totally ruffled and the singer laughed. "What are you doing, Tono.." Then he discarded the shirt carelessly on the cold floor. Before Teru could continue laughing, The man under him was assaulting his chest with kisses and little bites. "Finally..", the guitarist mumbled "We're getting somewhere." Jiro closed his eyes. Where were they going? Having sex in front of him? "Stop you two." he mumbled. The men engaged in pleasure and far away from reality couldn't even hear him. He opened his eyes, frowning. Hisashi coming back on top of the singer, eagerly discarding his own shirt and let the fingers of Teru roam freely over his chest, his head falling back, his fingers curling in his own mouth, tongue playing with his fingers. This was enough. "Stop it, stop it, stop it..." Jiro braced himself. "Stop it!" he called out. Silence spread thoughout the room. "Jiro?" Hisashi asked, a little out of breath and his usual composure. "What is it?" Teru inquired, turning to the blonde-man. Jiro stood up, pacing up and down a few times, deeply in thought. He shot glances at the men on the couch. Both of them half-naked, flushed and oh-so-pretty. Then he came back. He looked deeply convinced. "Let me join in." he stated neutrally. Teru gave him a half smile. "What do you mean?" he asked sweetly. Hisashi poked the man beside him and stood up, offering his hand to Jiro again. Jiro let himself be pulled between the already shirtless men. "Just promise..." he spoke very softly "Just promise no one ever knows about his. No one. Not even Takky. Especially not Takky." Teru crossed his heart, Hisashi nodded. "I can't believe it." Jiro laughed strangely, almost insane. "I never had sex with someone who knew me as well as you two do." Teru cuddled closer, slowly becoming cold, now that the flush was slowly fading away. He seriously looked into Jiro's eyes. "What about your darling then?" The younger man blushed. "It's not the same. She doesn't know things you know." "She doesn't know about how much alcohol you can take? Or that you're slowly getting a little chubby?" Hisashi teased, already so near to him, the graceful fingers tracing the cheeks of the bassist. "Shut up, Hisa." Jiro growled then he pouted slightly. Teru giggled and hid his face in Jiro's sweater, somewhere in the region of the abdomen. "I like that." he confirmed after reappearance. "Shut up, Teru!" Jiro shot at the singer. Hisashi laughed and placed a soft kiss on the bassist pouty lips, to ease away the frown between the eyebrows. Teru looked a little mock-hurt, before he took over the lips of the bassist from Hisashi, who brought his attention to the sweet moles on Jiro's neck. Teasing them, kissing, licking...even biting a little. Jiro tired to say something, but the vocalist's mouth silenced him thoroughly, while both men above him locked their hungry gazes. Hisashi pushed the sweater and shirt of the bassist up to his chin, beginning soft kisses and licks from the navel up to the nipples. Concentrating on the sensible numbs of flesh, he let his tongue play freely, the bassist urging for more by pushing against the caresses. Teru cared for the lips and ears of the panting man, licking the lobes and sucking at the smooth skin between ear and neck. His strength was greater than all of the female lovers Jiro had. Strong arms held him down, a strong tongue aroused him. It was strange, bewildering and a total bliss. The two men exchanged places. Suddenly Hisashi was invading his lips and Teru was busy opening his jeans. He tried to come up in protest, but was held down by the slender fingers of the guitarist. Teru unbuttoned the fly of Jiro's pants, smiling at the bulge he found there, while his partner in crime kept their poor victim busy. He pulled the jeans over the hips of the distracted bassist and down to the knees. He halted to untie the shoes and then teased the inner thighs of Jiro with his finger tips. Before he heard the younger man and whimper for more, he giggled softly and removed shoes and jeans altogether. He heard Hisashi freeing the upper part of Jiro's body from unnecessary clothing and came up to get a closer look at the poor bassist, maybe get another taste of the pouty lips, half-open and invitingly pink, while the guitarist licked down to the abdomen. Teru smiled devilishly and took a firm hold of the denied lips, letting his tongue slip in softly, waiting for Jiro to respond. The soft mouth tasted a little of Hisashi, arousing the singer very much. A mixture of both of them, like strong drugs...so inspiring, giving his mind ideas of what the three of them would taste like together. Jiro's tongue was lazy and didn't respond much, obviously Jiro was busy sorting out the feelings, the skilled guitarist was giving him. Teru took the chance and plundered the sweet mouth, Jiro's attention coming back with a start and then very intensively. Teru smiled in the kiss and felt an unexpected warmth at his back, lips caressing his spine, finger nails scratching over his chest, travelling lower. He had to let go of the soft lips and grab the hand with his own, pulling the tempting creature closer. "Tonomura..." he sighed, when the brown haired man cradled his head in the crook of Teru's neck. "Hmmm?" came a noise from the guitarist, almost like a cat's purr. Slender fingers got rid of Teru's leather pants easily. His arms wrapped around the small waist of the singer, marveling at the smooth muscles of the singer. He inhaled the male scent and the enticing aroma, while leaning his forehead on Teru's back. Then he let his hands travel back to Teru's chest, causing the man in his grasp to shiver and lean into him. Jiro returned from his totally drugged state a little just to see Teru and Hisashi playing with each other. He also noticed his lack of jeans and shivered from the loss of body contact. He pulled himself up and leaned forward to cover Hisashi's finger's with tiny kisses, while they explored the firm muscled chest of the singer. Then he firmly took hold of Teru's lips and made him feel the pleasures of being the weaker part. Pushing in his tongue and making Teru want more, but then releasing him. "Mou..." Teru moaned, lips searching for what they were longing for. Jiro liked being in control and teased Teru some more, then a hand cupped his neck and draw him over Teru's shoulder towards Hisashi's hungry lips. The slow kisses with the guitarist made a harsh contrast to the fighting ones with Teru. Lust fogged his thoughts. as well as the long lag of oxygen. Then he experienced a wave of pleasure, as Teru's hands slowly sneaked to his buttocks, lingering there, bathing Jiro in new sensations. Desire flooded him, he sucked desperately at Hisashi's pliant lips. "Mhm!" Jiro let out and made Teru grin. Hisashi decided, Teru had to much leisure time, he should be writhing in ecstasy. He released Jiro's sweet lips and worked his fingers under the rim of Teru's briefs. Slowly he let them play, until he cupped the singer's arousal. A loud moan filled the air, as Teru fell back, leaning on the guitarist, while Jiro grinned evilly. He closed up to to Teru, and let his finger's engage in a search for Hisashi's pants. Meanwhile he got to taste Teru's neck and throat, licking biting and getting pleasure from Teru's strong responses. When he looked down in between caresses he could see the slender hands of the guitarist playing with Teru's hard length. The singer's breath was irregular and getting louder. "Tono.." he gasped, helpless enduring the strokes of the man behind him. "What are you up to, Hisa?" Jiro whispered huskily and finally found the fly of the pants, undoing it with clumsy fingers. The man behind Teru chuckled evilly, but didn't answer. Then Jiro growled frustrated: "Down with these damn pants!" Then he pushed the singer a little to the side, before he pounced the guitarist behind him. Angrily he pushed down Hisashi's pants together with the briefs, biting not that softly his way down to Hisashi's arousal. Then he hesitated. Very softly he bit the head, making Hisashi scream out in pain and pleasure. He let his teeth rasp featherily over the soft skin, making the guitarist scream out his name in a mixture between agony and plea for more. Jiro laughed a little, as he released the screaming and panting man. "You are so mean.." Hisashi growled out of breath. Teru was suddenly gone from Jiro's side. He felt the singer move behind him and feel his back in long soft tantalizing movements. Teru's fingers were cool and soft, giving him the strangest sensations. Jiro sighed and returned his attention to the lovely creature under him. Hisashi seemed to wait for further actions, lying there, a provocative sparkle in his dark eyes. Jiro felt the legs of the guitarist sneak around his hips, as well as the arms of the singer. They seemed to share a telepathic connection. "Do something, Jiro-chan..." Hisashi teased the stunned Jiro, who was helpless but aroused. "H...how?" Jiro gulped. "Anyway is fine. " the sexy voice of the singer whispered to him. Then Jiro bit his lower lip and frowned. The man under him took his hand gently and slowly with erotic laziness began to wet the fingers of the bassist. Jiro got a vague idea what Hisashi was about to make him do. He couldn't tear his eyes off the pink tongue around his fingers. He would do anything. Oh, this was so damn sexy. Teru's body wriggled against his from behind, letting him feel his arousal, making Jiro licking his lips and wish for everything and nothing. He took his hand from Hisashi and let it glide down to the rerrect shaft, always keeping eye-contact with his victim asking for every caress. But Hisashi was in no state to deny him anything. While Teru licked, kissed and sucked the skin of his back lower and lower, until he had reached the bottom, sucking there teasingly, Jiro searched for Hisashi's opening. Finding it, he wriggled a finger in, noticing the frown on the older man's face. "Are you...okay?" Hisashi just managed a small nod, then his hip bucked up. Jiro's pink tongue shot out to tease the tip of the guitarist's arousal as a reward. Hisashi felt torn between the contrasting sensations. "Come!" Hisashi urged the younger man, wanting to get through with it. Jiro was awkward and smiled helpless. Then he felt Teru's hands on his arms. Softly the man reached for Hisashi's thighs, pulling the slender frame up Jiro's lap. Hisashi giggled. "Hm, such a macho, ne Teru?" Teru laughed deeply. Then he wrapped Jiro's Hands around the arousal of the man on his lap. "We need something as lubrication." he whispered in to the ear of the now totally blushed bassist. Insecure he let his finger's travel over the silky skin, the guitarist arched back, moaning. Jiro got bolder. He let his tongue travel along the vein under the shaft and teased with teeth and fingers. "Please.." Hisashi roared. The warm fingers made the strokes stronger, faster. Hisashi's finger's curled into the soft material of the couch. "You're doing great." Teru encouraged. Jiro loved the way Hisashi was at his mercy and he was in total control. A tiny bit more pressure and Hisashi was squirming, begging not to stop. Then the whole body tensed, a strangled cry filled Jiro's ear, making him smile, the milky come of the guitarist spurted between his fingers and dripped onto the abdomen of the man under him. Hisashi went limp all of a sudden. Jiro looked at his hand full of disgust, then he tried to rub it off. "No, not yet." Teru's voice stopped him, guiding the hands of he bassist to his own needy length. "Cover it..." His own touch made him whimper, the already cooling seed made him shiver. Teru's fingers slid between his own, getting some of the milky substance for himself. Then the strong fingers of the singer cupped his face and bowed his head for a greedy bite-like kiss. The guitarist didn't even move, just tried to get his breathing even. The bassist had been such a tease, so manipulating. He never guessed he had it in him. The boyish face led to false ideas. The kiss led to another one and another one, Savoring taste and feel of the other man, both of them managed to learn the art of kissing a friend in the way lovers did. He felt Teru's fingers teasing his opening, making Jiro frown beside the kisses, but unable to stop the addictive touch with the vocalist. One finger entered him, making him feel certainly weird, but not all unpleasant. "I guess we're ready, ne Jiro?" Teru asked, robbing Jiro of the much enjoyed contact. The bassist licked his lips, hesitantly getting a hold of Hisashi's hip, then he positioned himself at the warm entrance, trying to get a sort of agreement from the man he was about to fuck. Suddenly The guitarist sat in his lap, arms crossed behind Jiro's neck. "Do it, baka." He urged himself on the erection of his partner, gasping yet savoring the new sensation. Jiro whimpered and gave little helpless yelps, bucking up his hips. Enclosed in the tight hot cave of his band-mate Jiro laughed deeply in pure joy and sexual pleasure. Then he kissed the open lips of Hisashi, as a sort of excuse. But before he could establish a rhythm, he felt Teru urging his hip up and started pressing into him, slowly, enjoying the short screams of Jiro. Hisashi silenced him with a searing kiss, distracting him from the pain until it turned into a sort of mindblazing pleasure. Teru bucked his hips, waiting for a reaction, coming promptly as the bassist did the same to Hisashi, who locked his eyes with Teru. Teru's hands cupped Hisashi's face, while he gave them a series of slow thrusts. Their eyes kept a hold on each other. Finally Teru groaned and began thrusting faster, Jiro torn between too many sensation whimpering and shaken to the core of his soul, didn't spare Hisashi any of them. The guitarist felt himself get hard again, the bassist inside him so hot and hitting a spot, which made him mad and weak at the same time. He felt his eyes drift shut, but he didn't want to break the contact to Teru with the lust darkened eyes. Moving in a strange ridiculous unison. It couldn't last long. Jiro felt the orgasm first in his groin, his seed shooting inside the ready body, but then it took hold of every cell, exploding behind his eyes and turning his thoughts into mud. He heard Teru and Hisashi whisper something sounding much like "I love you..." but then he was too far away in bliss, noticing the warmth of Teru's seed filling him, hearing another orgasmic scream from Hisashi. Then they collapsed into a messy panting heap of shaking flesh. They stayed like this for a few precious minutes, hoping to take in all the sensations feelings and emotions. Then awkwardness and cold won over. They disentangled limps and feelings. An uncomfortable silence spread like an invisible wall, making it impossible to speak or look the other into the eye. They all were sticky, but there was only a toilette with a little sink. Hisashi went first, head down, clothes in his arms. Teru picked up his belongings, Jiro watching him with rediscovered shyness. But when Hisashi returned, fully clothed, looking almost normal, Teru gave him a sweet and encouraging smile. Giving him his clothes, he send Jiro away next. Jiro cleaned himself a little and got dressed. Feeling less exposed he looked inside the tiny mirror over the sink. Nothing much had changed in his face, just a strange knowing look in his eyes. No one would notice. But how could he just return to normal? How should he act around them now? When he came out, he saw Hisashi in Teru's arms...crying? What he had heard...these words... Teru opened his arms and let Hisashi step out of them. "I'm sorry," the guitarist told Jiro in a low voice. The latter was stunned. He didn't want Hisashi to feel sorry. "Don't...there's nothing to be sorry about," he gulped. "But I'm sorry for you two." He finally whispered. Teru shook his head. Then Jiro felt Hisashi's arms around him, "Thank you, Jiro." Teru went to make himself presentable. "I don't know how to act around you from now on." Jiro admitted with a deep sigh. Hisashi laughed a little. "You annoy me soon enough. And then I will give you a hard comment. And you will snap back and everything will be forgotten." "Do you want it to be like that?" Jiro asked carefully. "It's just how we are. Lovely bassist Jiro." Hisashi kissed him one last time tenderly, tasting of farewell, sighed and distanced himself from Jiro. Teru returned, embracing Jiro and pulled him on the couch with him. "You're really sweet, ne?" he laughed in the bassist's ear. "Now I'm tired. " He curled up at the blonde's side and was asleep soon after. Jiro exchanged looks with Hisashi, who had sat down in front of his notebook again, before he felt himself getting tired, being all worn out and warm. His head sunk on top of Teru's and he drifted to sleep. In the background heard the low noise of typing. When Takuro entered the room it was already getting darker, as dust fell. "I'm sorry guys...traffic was horrible." he called out. No answer. He rushed through the twilight "Teru?" No Teru. "Hisashi? Jiro?" He only saw the open note-book, turned off. On the couch he saw a dark mass, turning on the lights he discovered his band. Teru was curled into Jiro, who held him like a teddy-bear. Leaning on Teru was Hisashi, his sleeping face a little pained. They were fast asleep. "Guys?" he asked one more time. "Mou. I'm working all day and you? Just hang around and sleep." He felt tired himself. There was still some space next to Jiro. He sat down leaned on the younger man yawned and felt his eyes flutter close. Hisashi inhaled the sweet scent of the man next to him deeply, having been awake all along. And another tear fell from his lashes to his cheek.

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