|Save a Drum, Bang a Drummer, chapters 4 and 5
||[Dec. 19th, 2007|10:05 am]
|[||Tags|||||au, kanjani, maruyama ryuhei, murakami shingo, nishikido ryo, ohkura tadayoshi, save a drum, shibutani subaru, smut, uchi hiroki, yasuda shota, yokoyama kimitaka||]|
Title: Save a Drum, Bang a Drummer
Pairings: OhYass, MaruBaru, RyoUchi
Notes: So I've been lax in posting.
Ohkura elected to get breakfast delivered to their room the next morning. He knew neither Subaru nor Maru would be down there – Maru had been allowed the night off because it was their six month anniversary or something, but Ryo and Uchi would probably be there, and the combination of Hiroki’s understanding and Ryo’s sarcasm wasn’t what he wanted.
Shota was excited at the prospect of breakfast in bed. He insinuated himself in the lanky drummer’s loose embrace and allowed himself to be fed toast with jam. Sometimes he’d move just a little, and the toast would miss and he’d get jam on his face, leaving Ohkura with an obligation to lick him clean.
Eventually the toast ran out and conversation had to start again to fill the gap.
“What’s going to happen now?” Shota asked. Perhaps he was referring to the rest of the morning, but Ohkura had other things on his mind.
“I don’t know. I am willing to admit I like you, but I am not ready to lose my job just yet.”
“And I wouldn’t ask you to.”
Ohkura looked at the blonde and quirked an eyebrow.
“You shouldn’t have to lose your job because of me. And like you were saying last night, if I want to see you while you’re at work, I should start paying like everyone else has to.”
“Shota, you don’t make sense.”
“How?” The blonde looked a little hurt.
“It doesn’t upset you that I sleep with other people?”
“Are you upset that I spend days on end looking at naked women?”
“I’m a fashion photographer!” The blonde beamed. “And sometimes fashion is practically no clothes at all. You should come visit me! I’ve seen you at work; it’s only fair you visit me at work.”
“You really don’t make any sense. I like that.”
Shota giggled and Ohkura’s self restraint was thrown out the window. He rolled over to straddle the smaller male and began kissing him, hard. He nipped at Shota’s plump lips and fought his tongue, and utterly dominated the blonde, just the way he’d found Shota liked it. Just the way Ohkura liked it.
He pinned the smaller male’s wrists above his head with one hand and almost wished he was in one of the rooms that had handcuffs in the top drawer. He had the feeling Shota wouldn’t be too averse to the idea, especially with the way he was keening towards Ohkura. The drummer pulled back to smile at the other, whose eyes were now wide and dark with lust.
It was around then that Ohkura realised getting an erection for Shota wasn’t really a conscious decision. Rather, it just seemed to happen despite all the training he had received on control, and all his years of practice, and all of what, in an ideal world, would have been his better judgement. Beneath him Shota whimpered and arched up, his own erection rubbing against Ohkura’s stomach in a desperate bid for friction.
“Now, now. I’m getting there.” Ohkura whispered, leaning in so that his breath would tickle the blonde’s ear.
“Not fast enough.” Shota grumbled in return, struggling under Tadayoshi’s grip again.
Ohkura wondered where to use his free hand best, and settled on pinching one of Shota’s nipples, already peaked with arousal. Yasu groaned and rolled side-to-side, and in doing so, presented Ohkura with the other nipple to pinch.
“The way I see it.” He whispered, deepening his voice and watching Shota’s eyes dilate in response. “The more I tease you, the harder you’ll want to be fucked.”
“I want you to fuck me hard now.”
Ohkura sighed as though in resignation, reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a condom and some lube. Still with only one hand, he put the condom on and lubricated himself. He could have sworn Shota almost started drooling the moment Ohkura spread his legs for him. He pushed the head of his erection up against the tight little hole, and then stopped. He could feel the muscle spasm in anticipation, and still he did nothing. Shota fairly screamed, and wrapped his legs around the drummer’s waist as though for purchase.
A moment later Ohkura found himself on his back, with Shota straddling him and very much impaled to the hilt on Ohkura’s erection. There was a glint in the other’s eyes that Ohkura would have never expected from the petite blonde.
“How...?” He questioned, flabbergasted.
“I’m quite good at sports.” Shota answered, wriggling a little to adjust to the intrusion in his behind. “Wrestling is a sport.”
Ohkura couldn’t think of a witty reply, and even if he had, Shota was too busy riding him to have paid much attention. The drummer thought he was onto a good thing, grasped the narrow hips bouncing atop him, and drove them towards warm, sticky oblivion.
Their post-coital staring-at-the-ceiling was shortly interrupted by a knock at the door. Ohkura groaned and rolled over.
“Aren’t you going to see who it is?” Shota queried.
“Naked, sweaty, and covered in cum?” Tadayoshi replied. Yasu looked disappointed that he hadn’t thought of that. Ohkura gently stroked his cheek, lifting his face so they could make eye contact. “Besides, I know what that knock was. It meant hurry up and get out of here.”
“Naked and sweaty and everything?”
“No, you can have a shower. I’d have one with you, but...” Ohkura let his voice trail off and cast a long sweeping look down Shota’s body that made the blonde’s pulse race. “...Perhaps you need a cold shower, by yourself.”
Shota threw a pillow at his lover and waddled off to the shower to do just that.
Ohkura was dressed by the time Shota emerged all clean and fresh. He’d also pulled the bed to, and folded Shota’s clothes for him. Now he was inspecting a small rectangle of cardboard.
“It fell out of your pocket.” The drummer explained, handing it back to Shota when he was dressed. Yasu looked at it.
“Oh, it’s my business card.” Shota took it, then handed it back. “Keep it. You can come visit me sometime.”
Ohkura nodded and secreted the card away to his pocket. Shota pulled his jumper on, smiling to indicate that he was ready. Ohkura reciprocated the smile, then splayed a hand over Shota’s back to gently guide him out of the building.
“Thank you again.” Shota said as they reached the door. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”
“I’d like that.” Ohkura purred. With a furtive glance around, he leaned down and gave the blonde a kiss good bye. “I’d really like that.”
Shota giggled, waved, and was off. Ohkura smiled after him, then retired to the lounge room. Ryo, Uchi and Yoko were there, all grinning.
“We saw that.” Ryo informed him. “And I think I know the difference between real and pretend.”
“And what are you saying that was?” Ohkura queried, pouring himself a coffee. He knew better than to get into an argument with Ryo, but was unwilling to leave the comment hanging.
Ryo’s expression softened.
“That was real.”
“And I think that he knows.” Ryo continued.
Ohkura nodded this time.
“He knows I really like him, but I’m not willing to give up my job just yet. Which he also knows.”
“How much longer are you going to be able to sleep with people that aren’t him?” Uchi asked softly. “You got me the job as doorman because you couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else sleeping with me. Neither could Ryo, I guess, but still.”
“Hiro, you were barely eighteen. Too young for this.”
“You were only eighteen when you started here. And I’m not really that much younger than you.”
“Are you going to look for another job?” Kimi interrupted. “Are you going to stay here and work the bar, like Maru does? Or are you going to leave us?”
“I don’t know.” Ohkura pouted. “I don’t want to stay here, but I don’t really want to leave either.”
“Well, make up your mind soon.”
“You could come work for me.” Ryo suggested.
“Remind me what you do again?” Ohkura asked. “Other than visit Hiroki here?”
“I’m glad you enjoyed your breakfast.”
“What the hell, Ryo?”
“That café across the street – I own it, remember? I’m the one that provides the breakfast here.”
“You want to work for me?”
“I don’t know. I need some time to decide.”
“Well, you’d better hurry up and decide.” Hiroki said shortly. “Because you’ve got a busy week ahead. Apparently Murakami’s back in town, and he’s sure to come indulge himself in his favourite dirty secret.”
“The soccer player?” Yoko asked.
Ohkura nodded. Yoko made some sort of sound low in his throat.
“He’s not bad.”
“Are you planning to steal him off me?”
Ohkura was rewarded by a tsukkomi.
“You’re about to quit! What do you think is going to happen to your clients?”
Recognising defeat, and without really thinking out his statement, Ohkura rose and told them
“Well, I didn’t get enough sleep last night, so I’m going back to bed.”
Several loud snickers followed him out into the hall.
Sunday found Shota seated opposite Subaru, a pot of fragrant tea between them. By either chance or design, the café they were seated in belonged to none other than Nishikido Ryo.
“So, Tadayoshi really is as good in the sack as Ryuhei says he is?” Subaru asked, steering the conversation sharply away from the weather.
“They’ve slept together?”
“Ryuhei trained your Tacchon. You have him to thank for nearly everything your boyfriend knows about oral sex.”
“So, I assume your Ryuhei is good at that then?”
“That was an admission, Sho.”
“You just admitted that Ohkura gives good head.”
“Oh...well,” Shota’s cheeks flushed a little, “He does.”
Ryo came out then to deliver them their strawberry tart. He chuckled as he set it down.
“You two just can’t keep away from this place, can you?”
Subaru smiled at Ryo.
“It’s hard to when your boyfriend insists on working at the club.” He told the café owner. “You should know that.”
Ryo nodded, and then turned to Shota.
“What about you? Is Ohkura your boyfriend yet?”
Yasu immediately flustered, colour rising in his cheeks.
“No, but maybe. I don’t know. It’s difficult.” He spluttered out, finishing with a resolute sip of tea.
Ryo laughed and ruffled the blonde head.
“You’ll get there eventually. Even if I have to use brute force.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“You haven’t known Tacchon as long as I have. He needs encouragement to do virtually anything except eat. That he can manage on his own. But follow a dream of some description, and he’s already given up. He needs a good kick up the arse. And from the sounds of it, so do you.” Ryo smirked and lowered his voice. “Or perhaps not a kick, per se.”
Shota’s cheeks flamed and he hid himself as much as he could behind his teacup. Subaru’s voice interjected, and Yasuda suddenly wasn’t quite sure whether or not to be thankful.
“That will do, Ryo. I am more than capable of embarrassing Yasu on my own.”
Ryo bowed and withdrew, but not without giving Shota a very unsettling look. The blonde was sure Ryo was planning something, or at least planning to do something. And maybe it wouldn’t involve brute force, but Shota was going to stay wary, just in case.
“He’s harmless.” Subaru told his friend. “His tongue’s about the only thing he’s got going for him. You can interpret that as lewdly as you want; Hiro’s told me all about it.”
Shota’s phone rang at that point, and the blonde jumped. Gladly he scooped up his mobile, shooting a glare at Subaru, who steepled his fingers, rested his chin on them, and tried to listen in to the conversation. Shota glared some more, and covered his mouth. Subaru pouted and began attacking the strawberry tart. Shota, seeing how quickly it was disappearing, panicked and quickly ended the conversation.
“Who was that?” Subaru asked, surrendering the rest of the tart.
“My boss.” Yasuda began shovelling the dessert into his mouth, afraid Subaru would change his mind. “One of the other photographers got sick and he wants me to go cover for him. I’m going to have to go to Tokyo for a couple of days.”
“I have to be at the shinkansen station in about an hour.”
“Shouldn’t you be leaving now, then?”
“I just want to finish my dessert!”
Subaru rolled his eyes and got up to pay. When he returned, Shota was all but licking the plate clean. Subaru rolled his eyes and handed Shota another slice in a takeaway box.
“For the train.” He told Shota. “Do you want me to drive you?”
“Thank you.” Yasu beamed. “Can we just go by my house so I can pick up some clothes?”
“No, I was going to just dump you at the station dressed like that.”
“There’s nothing wrong with this outfit!”
“Real men don’t wear skirts.”
“But you do!” Shota protested.
“If you were a little bit cleverer, you could have made that an insult. Thanks for the compliment.”
“Alright, come on.” Subaru patted the blonde head. “Let’s get you on that train.”
Subaru had to admit Yasuda looked nothing short of handsome when he stepped out his apartment not long afterwards, dressed in a suit. To be fair, it was still Shota’s interpretation of a suit, and so the pinstripes were hot pink, the shirt a vivid blue, and the tie deemed unnecessary and hence forgotten in favour of undoing the first few buttons of his shirt to reveal flashes of collarbones. Subaru remembered the drunken night of fumbling that had almost landed the two of them in bed together, and how Shota had moaned, groaned and screamed when he’d stroked, licked and nibbled at them. He made a mental note to tell Ohkura.
Subaru helped Shota get his camera equipment and suitcase into the car, and they drove off to the station, getting there with five minutes to spare.
“Bye Shibuyan!” Shota sang, hugging his friend in a way that had him wracking his brains trying to remember why they hadn’t ended up together. “See you in a few days.”
“Bye Sho-chan.” Subaru waved at the retreating figure. “Have fun.”
He stood there stupidly until he remembered how Shota had whispered ‘best friends shouldn’t have sex because then they might not be best friends anymore’ before passing out that one drunken night. And how for almost a week afterwards they’d been awkward with each other, until they couldn’t stand not talking to each other and become best friends again. Subaru shrugged and turned to leave. It had been a fair point.
Subaru returned home to find Maru still asleep, still naked, and still sprawled across his bed. Briefly he considered that if he and Shota had ended up together, he wouldn’t have met Ryuhei, Yasu wouldn’t have met Ohkura, and maybe Subaru wouldn’t have even got his break as a singer, but such thoughts were fleeting when he had a naked Ryuhei before him. Said Ryuhei went from asleep to aroused in about two seconds, and Subaru’s from upright to supine in a further two.
“Morning.” Ryuhei purred, leaning in close so his breath tickled his lover’s neck.
“Afternoon.” Subaru corrected, leaning back with a little sigh to give Ryuhei’s lips better access. “You’ve been asleep all day.”
“And where have you been? The bed’s so lonely without you.”
“I went out to a café with Yasu.”
“He looks like a bit of alright.” Maru licked a trail along Subaru’s jaw. “I almost wish I could have at him.”
“Maru, I hate to keep reminding you, but we’re not in the club anymore. You don’t have to seduce me or try and make me jealous or anything.”
Ryuhei sat up with a pout, and Subaru remembered how absolutely naked he was. He faltered for a few seconds before looking his boyfriend in the eye and concluding
“I’m yours anyway.”
Maru smiled and dipped his head back down, tracing familiar paths along his lover’s sensitive neck until the smaller male was panting, eyes dilated with longing. Still, Maruyama waited for that first whispered plead of ‘more’ to continue.
Quickly he undressed Subaru, kissing each patch of flesh revealed as he undid the buttons of his shirt, but sparing no such ceremony for Subaru’s pants. These were shucked, along with his underwear, and dumped neatly on the floor. Subaru was erect already, and Maru could not resist taking the length of him in his mouth. Subaru moaned and twitched, barely capable of reigning in his urge to buck up into the warm, wet mouth that insisted on teasing him so.
“Lube?” Maru asked. Subaru stared glassy-eyed for a moment, the leant over to the bedside table to retrieve the little bottle of clear gel, passing it to his lover. Ryuhei kissed the hand that gave it to him. “Bottom or top?”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t mind.”
Ryuhei crooked Subaru’s knees up, pushing them back to expose the tight little pucker that already twitched in anticipation. Gingerly he licked across it. Subaru’s breath shortened. Ryuhei poked at the entrance with his tongue, in an imitation of what other parts of him would be shortly doing. A low moan sounded from the male beneath him, and encouraged, Ryuhei continued to tease.
“Just hurry up.” Subaru grumbled after another minute, when the pressure in his groin had built to an almost uncomfortable level. Ryuhei chuckled and began spreading lubricant on his fingers. He tapped the twitching ring of muscle a few times, watching it spasm and then relax a little. Maru waited for another sort of sound from Subaru – which came almost immediately – and pushed two wet fingers into the supine male.
Subaru tensed a little at the intrusion, but soon relaxed, purring as Ryuhei’s expert fingers worked him. It was only when Subaru started growling that Maru moved onto the next stage.
“Ready?” He asked, lining his cock up with Subaru’s entrance.
“Of course I am.” Subaru answered in a tight whisper. “You’re too perfect at sex.”
Ryuhei chuckled, planted a soft kiss on Subaru’s lips, and slowly pressed inside him. He thrust slowly a few times, adjusting his angle until Subaru’s eyes fluttered and a long raw moan escaped him. Then he began driving into the smaller male hard and fast. If anyone had had any doubt Subaru could sing before, listening to him now should have removed that.
However, there were the elderly neighbours to consider, and Ryuhei promptly sealed Subaru’s mouth with a hungry kiss. Subaru tensed, the change in angle a little uncomfortable, but then Maru found a more direct path to his prostate, and Subaru didn’t mind at all. He hit his peak quickly, and slumped boneless into his lover’s embrace. Maru followed quickly behind, rolling as he collapsed, landing on his back with Subaru cuddled up on top of him.
“Was that too perfect?” He questioned, stroking Subaru’s cheek as he tucked and errant lock of hair behind his lover’s cheek.
Subaru mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled closer to the nice warm body.
“You know I do have to get up for work at some point?” Maru continued, prodding Subaru when his eyes closed. Subaru groaned and looked at his watch.
“Not for another hour. Can’t we just cuddle for a bit?”
“I guess I’m alright with that.”
Subaru mumbled something bearing even less resemblance to language than his last mumble and closed his eyes once more. Maru set the alarm on his phone as a precaution, then pulled the quilt up and Subaru closer to him.