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Title: Chance Encounters
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, drama
Warnings: Male/male sex, threesome, toy play, bukake, language
Pairing: AoiXRukiXShou
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Shou is nervous about his first day at PSC. Ruki is annoyed at being forced to mentor the company’s new band. They both end up at a bar – Ruki with Aoi in tow – setting up an encounter that’s significant in more ways than one.
Comments: Written for the Sex Toys (Non-Penetrating) square of one of my Kink Bingo cards.

Going out to a bar wasn’t usually something Aoi and Ruki did together after meetings. Well, Aoi might go, but Ruki wasn’t a drinker – mainly because his alcohol tolerance was pretty low.

Today’s meeting, though, was cause for Ruki to have a drink.

“Christ, we haven’t even been with that company a year, and they expect us to mentor the newbies?” Ruki said as they walked in. He gave just a slight glance to the surroundings – it was one of those Western-style bars designed to appeal to the hip, young crowd, with framed American advertisements and gas station signs on the walls.

“I dunno,” Aoi said, “I’m kind of looking forward to being called Sempai.”

“They can call us that all they want, that doesn’t mean we have to be it!” Ruki sat down at the bar near the door. He could always make a break for it if he felt uncomfortable. “Why can’t Miyavi look after them? He’s the one who’s been with PSC from the beginning! Or Kra?”

“Do you really trust a bunch of newbs with Keiyuu?” Aoi said, signaling the bartender. “Look, we don’t know anything about these guys. We don’t even know what they’re called. “

They did know, however, that PSC had signed this group right after they were formed. Obviously, they considered them a very big deal indeed.

“I do know that we didn’t sign up to be babysitters,” Ruki grumbled, lighting a cigarette as the bartender arrived. He had no idea what drink he wanted. He just said he’d have whatever Aoi was having – which turned out to be whiskey on the rocks. When it arrived, Ruki choked on the first sip.

“Not used to this kind of thing?” Aoi said.

“Let’s just say I don’t have the practice you and Uruha do,” Ruki said.

Aoi put a hand on Ruki’s shoulder and leaned over. “And you’re usually so good at putting things in your mouth,” he said, quietly .

Ruki nearly choked again – and this time, he wasn’t drinking anything. Did Aoi have to say that in public? Okay, the entire band knew about their friends-with-benefits relationship – hell, all of them were friends-with-benefits with each other, to at least some extent – but that didn’t mean the whole fucking world had to know.

He steeled himself, and took another drink. Between Aoi and his new job as a babysitter, he was going to need it.

* * *

Going to a bar wasn’t something Shou normally did after rehearsals. He wasn’t that big a drinker, and when he did drink, it was with crowds of friends (mostly because they were the ones who wanted to imbibe).

Today, though, he needed it. Just thinking about tomorrow, his nerves were churning.

Alice Nine was on the verge of making it in a way Givuss and Lost Age never had. They’d been signed to Miyavi’s management company. There was talk of a contract with King Records. They were being handed the world on a silver platter.

Tomorrow was their first “official” day with the new company. They’d be meeting their colleagues – including a certain other band that Shou had been promised would “mentor” them. (They hadn’t been told the band’s actual name, though). They’d be having a sit-down with their new managers.

Everything he’d dreamed about when he was lying on a futon in his grandmother’s place, listening to Luna Sea on the headphones and longing to be just like them, was about to come true – and suddenly, he found it terrifying as hell.

Hence, coming here alone to have one or two drinks. He needed to clear his head and muddle it at the same time. He needed to be able to process his own thoughts without interference from his bandmates.

He ordered a whiskey on the rocks, not knowing what else to order. For someone about to become an honest-to-God rock star, he didn’t have the debauched lifestyle thing down very well.

* * *

“Whoa, check out the talent over there.”

Aoi just happened to spot Shou while glancing down the bar to signal the bartender again. He was going to get another whiskey and a shot of vodka. Maybe he’d be able to talk Ruki into a shot this time, too. Of course, Ruki seemed to be doing pretty well with just regular drinks. After all, he was the one who’d initiated the makeout session. (Only the fact that this was a bar that catered to the young and artsy of all persuasions kept them from getting thrown out).

Ruki turned his head in the direction Aoi was looking and grabbed the counter. Okay, he was a little off-balance. Big deal. He was, strangely enough, enjoying himself – more than he had when he’d drank in the past.

The “talent” was a young man, about their age, sitting alone roughly halfway down the bar. He had poufy blond hair, really big eyes, a piercing below his mouth that really didn’t suit him. No matter. Aoi was right – he was fucking gorgeous.

“So, go hit on him,” Ruki said. “Not like I have a ball and chain on you.”

“What fun is that?” Aoi said. “Leaving you alone? No way. We’ll hit on him together.”

Even drunk enough to make out with Aoi in public, the idea registered a “WTF?” in Ruki’s mind. “You want us to both take him home?”

“Oh, come on,” Aoi said. “Not like you’ve never double-teamed anyone.”

Ruki had to admit he had a point there. He remembered all too well their seemingly innocent new drummer surprising them both by ending up on all fours, with Ruki in his mouth and Aoi in his ass.

The bartender arrived, and Ruki saw Aoi point at the boy down the bar. Operation Two-Team The Pretty was officially set in motion. And that was cause for yet another drink.

* * *

Shou blinked in surprise when a vodka shot was set down in front of him. “There’s got to be some mistake,” he said. “I didn’t order this.”

The bartender pointed. “Compliments of the gentlemen over there,” he said.

Shou turned his head, and saw two guys, one tall, one short, both gorgeous and tricked out in the kind of style – leather jackets, boots, T-shirts with slogans in English – that screamed “casual wear for visual kei musicians.” They also both looked vaguely familiar.

Suddenly, Shou felt very awkward. He always did when people made gestures like this, despite the fact that he was gorgeous enough to model (and, in fact, still took modeling gigs to pay the bills). But with the alcohol in his system, he had to admit there was a slow-burning excitement there, too.

He raised his glass toward them with what he hoped was not a dorky looking smile, and felt his heart pound as they got up and moved toward him.

“Excuse me,” said the taller of the two in a smooth voice. “My companion and I were going to move to a table, and we noticed you’re in need of company. Would you like to join us?”

His eyes went from one to the other and back again. He took in the multiple piercings on them both, on the tall one’s face and the shorter one’s ear. His mind registered that he’d seen guys on modeling shoots that were less beautiful than the two of them.

Alcohol and hormones and adrenaline were suddenly all mixed up inside him, all churning around and starting to feel pretty damn explosive. Shou felt that if anyone bumped into him, he’d go off like a bomb.

He gave them a smile that lit up the room, and said, “Sure, I’d love to.”

* * *

The initial impression Shou got of the two men was that they were nice enough, if a bit rowdy. The tall one was Aoi, he was a guitarist. The shorter was Ruki, a vocalist like Shou himself – which he was delighted to hear. He didn’t get a chance to seriously talk with others who held his band position all that often.

More drinks were brought out (though both Shou and Ruki were watering down their whiskey now), and they shared stories of their bands, and their bandmates. Aoi guffawed loudly when Shou talked about Saga complaining that Hiroto “sang more than the vocalist.”

They talked about previous bands, and people they’d worked with who were a pain in the ass, and livehouses that were a nightmare to play in – things that any musicians talked about when they got together.

Although, usually, there wasn’t this level of flirting involved. Every once in awhile, one of his companions would touch Shou’s knee, or “accidentally” brush their hands together, or make an offhand remark like Aoi’s, “Don’t know why anyone wouldn’t want to be in a band with you. If I could look at you all the time, I’d jump at the chance.”

Shou felt flattered, and sexy, and pretty damn turned on by the attention. And he even flirted back a little, putting his hand over Aoi’s and saying, “Your hands look like they’re good for playing the guitar – what else are they good for?”

Through it all, the name “PSC” never came up once. Ruki just said that their current managers “saved our asses when we were on the verge of breaking up,” Shou that Alice Nine “just got a new manager.”

The highlight that Shou would look back on years later, though, came when Aoi spotted an old friend entering the bar, and sprinted off to say hi to him. Shou was left alone with Ruki, and they began talking about lyric writing.

“Sometimes, the words don’t come,” Shou said. “I sit there and just stare at my notebook, and . . . it’s like the song won’t talk to me, you know?”

“There’s a trick to that,” Ruki replied, putting down his latest glass of whiskey. “You need to lie down, close your eyes, and listen to the demo. Pretend it’s the soundtrack of a movie. Think about what the plot of the movie is, who the main character is. Then write down what he or she is thinking and going through. Turn that into a poem that fits the tune. There’s your song.”

Shou gave him a big smile. “You really know about this kind of thing, don’t you?” he said. “It’s like you were born to do it.”

“Me?” Ruki shrugged. “I just do what I like, that’s all.”

Shou took a sip of his drink, thinking, I wish he could be my mentor, rather than whoever it is that PSC is forcing on us.

Ruki, meanwhile, was thinking, I wouldn’t mind having a protégée if it could be him, instead of those fucking clueless newbs we’re being saddled with.

* * *

A drink or so later, just when Aoi was getting ready to give the signal for them to move the action to Ruki’s place (since it was closer), Shou dropped a bombshell.

“I don’t have that much experience with men,” he said. “I mean, I’ve done, um, some oral stuff, but . . . I guess until now I’ve been more bi-curious than bisexual.”

Ruki and Aoi exchanged glances. Uh-oh. This could put a damper on their plans, big-time.

“Wait a minute,” said Aoi. “Are you saying you’re a virgin?”

“No,” Shou said. “I’ve gone all the way . . . with women.”

Ruki saw the look on his bandmate’s face. He was thinking, all that booze money, wasted. Not to mention a chance at getting to touch and taste the flesh of this delectable morsel.

Ruki didn’t want the evening to end that way, either. He was getting to genuinely like Shou, in addition to finding him sexy as hell. And even though he’d had more alcohol than he’d had in years, the gears in his head were turning – okay, they were kind of spinning crazily in all directions, but they were turning.

He grabbed Aoi’s shirtfront and gave it a tug. “We’ll be right back,” he told Shou, hauling the much-taller man to a quiet back corner of the bar.

“I didn’t know he was a fucking virgin!” Aoi said when Ruki let go of him. “I mean, he took us up on the drink right away!”

“Will you calm the fuck down?” Ruki said. “Jesus, you’d think we were committing a crime here.”

“Well, it ain’t a crime, but, you know, shouldn’t his cherry be popped by a boyfriend?”

“Men don’t have cherries,” Ruki said, calmly.

“I know that!” Aoi ran his hand over his hair.

“And since when were you so romantic?” Ruki retorted.

“Oh, like your cherry wasn’t popped by a boyfriend?” Aoi said.

Ruki was silent. Yes, yes, it was. Back when he was a teenager, thrown out by his family, lost and alone in the world, failing as a drummer . . . Uruha and Reita took him in and made him the vocalist of their band, and Uruha gave him his first taste of young love.

Once he realized his bandmate wasn’t going to spill secrets of the past, Aoi said, “So, what do we do now?”

Ruki leaned over. “We still take him home. Only we just fool around, no penetration. There’s plenty of other ways to make him come. Fingers, mouths, toys . . .”

“Toys?” Aoi said “With no penetration?”

“Trust me,” Ruki said. “When we get to that part, watch and learn.”

The two men went back to the table, where a worried-looking Shou still sat. Ruki delivered the formal invitation. “We’re going back to my place now. I have a couple of bottles there” – well, half-full ones left there by Uruha – “would you like to join us?”

Shou suddenly felt relieved. When that confession had slipped out of his mouth against his alcohol-addled judgment, he’d been afraid that he’d blown it, that the evening was going to end right here. It wasn’t ending. It was just beginning.

“I’d love to,” he said.

* * *

Ruki’s apartment was four blocks from the bar. They walked – or, rather, stumbled, holding each other upright and laughing.

Shou’s heart was pounding the whole time. What was going to happen when they got there, how was it all going to start, how was he going to know what to do when, and with who . . .

He didn’t have to do much thinking. As soon as the apartment door was shut behind them, Ruki pulled him into his arms, pulling Shou’s head down so he could kiss him. Shou went into it eagerly, opening his lips, letting Ruki push his tongue in . . .

At the same time, Aoi was behind him, pressing his body against Shou’s, leaning over to kiss and nibble his neck. Oh, God, two men’s bodies trapping him between them in the most delicious way, hard and flat, everything he’d felt in his hottest dreams of being with other men, only twice as much . . .

“You like this, don’t you?” Aoi murmured, moving his lips up to his ear. “You like being with two at once. You’ve never had it before . . .”

“Oh, yes,” Shou murmured , and he felt himself being turned around. (Did he turn himself? Did they spin him? Did it matter?) Aoi’s lips were on his now, and he could feel the piercings, hard metal and soft flesh. Ruki’s hands were on his torso, unfastening buttons, pushing his shirt down his shoulders . . .

Shou returned the favor, pulling at Aoi’s shirt, the other man pulling away from Shou long enough for him to pull it up and off. And then, he was looking at a lovely expanse of bare male torso, flat and lean, the dusky nipples standing up as if begging to be kissed and licked.

That was exactly what Shou did. Moaning a little, he leaned over, drawing his tongue slowly across Aoi’s nipple, closing his lips over it and sucking, thinking this was a dream, this had to be a hot dream, he’d wake up alone in a wet futon . . .

It was no dream. It was far too vivid to be that, the salty tang of the other man’s flesh as he dragged his tongue to the other nipple, the feel of hands on his hair and body, the pleasure sounds Aoi made as he began sucking again . . .

And Ruki leaning over and murmuring in his ear, “I think we’d all be better off naked right about now.”

There was a rustle of fabric as clothes were hastily discarded, left in a big pile on the floor. Shou was being taken by the hand, guided across the room to Ruki’s bed . . . yes, he had a real, western-style bed, not a futon like Shou’s.

The next thing he knew it, they were on the mattress in a tangle of limbs and mouths and manflesh, and everything became a blur of pleasure for Shou. It was as if they had become one organism, moving and writhing and touching and feeling, and it was impossible for him to separate one from the other. He was aware of a hand on his thigh, lips tracing his collarbone, someone’s nipple hardening under his fingertips. There was the sound of heavy breathing, of soft moans . . .

He was rolled on his back, and both men leaned over him, each taking a nipple in his mouth. Shou groaned loudly as two tongues swept over him, flicking nerve endings to life, sending little ripples through his body.

“Do you want more?” Ruki murmured, raising his head, and Shou could only nod – then gasp as the smaller man began to kiss and lick his way down Shou’s body, nipping at the flesh, murmuring, “You feel good, taste good . . .”

“You want to feel that tongue on your cock, don’t you?” Aoi murmured to Shou, and he could only respond with a loud moan. Oh, he wanted that tongue, wanted it more than anything . . .

Ruki began to lick slowly up and down Shou’s erection, and Aoi whispered, “He’s good at it, isn’t he? I’ll bet you never had anything like that before.” Oh, that was an understatement. Ruki was a master. He flicked that hot, wet thing all around with rhythm, with grace, seeking out and finding sensitive spots – and when he did, he stroked and caressed them until Shou was writhing and panting.

“More!” he cried. “More, please . . .”

“More of what?” Ruki said. “This . . .” He flicked his tongue over the tip of the head, drawing a loud moan. “Or this?” He swirled it up and down the shaft, and was rewarded with a shudder.

“Both!” Shou gasped. “All of it! Any of it!”

“You need to reward Ruki for being so generous to you, you know,” Aoi said. “Why don’t you show us what that pretty little mouth can do first?”

Ruki pulled himself into a kneeling position, and Shou sat up, then bent way over, taking the other man’s cock in his hand. It was gorgeous. Bigger than one would expect for a man his size, magnificently sculpted. Even better than the cocks Shou saw in his hottest imaginings.

He kissed around the tip, and heard Ruki murmur, “Good . . . keep going . . .” Shou opened his lips, pushing down, taking Ruki in, thinking again that this had to be a dream, there was no way it could be real, but oh, yes, oh, yes, it was . . .

Shou heard Aoi say, “Will you look at that? Look at how much he took in!” He felt a sudden swelling of pride – these guys had to have been around the block more than a few times, and to impress them like that . . .

He began to suck, pulling back, then pushing down, then pulling back again, feeling the hot, hard flesh glide over lips and tongue. He felt Ruki’s hands on his hair, and heard the other vocalist moan, “Oh . . . oh, my GOD. . . you’re so good, so fucking good, oh, yes, like that . . .”

Shou felt Aoi’s hands on his ass, tracing their shape, squeezing and caressing, and he leaned back into the touch, wondering, for a moment, how those fingers would feel inside him . . . but that would be sensory overload right now, when he was being overwhelmed by sensation and scent and taste . . .

He felt Ruki push up on his head a little – a sign to stop, he wasn’t ready to come – and Shou lifted his head reluctantly, licking his lips, as if to hold onto one last taste of him. He looked over, and saw Aoi kneeling like Ruki had been.

He got the message, leaning over on the other man’s cock, opening his lips, and oh, yes, this one was so different, in shape, in texture, even in scent. How could two things be the same, and yet so wonderfully different?

Shou decided then and there, as he sucked Aoi and moved his head up and down and flicked his tongue in search of sensitive places, that he loved cock. He loved everything about cock. The way it looked, the feel, the taste, the fact that it was so hard yet not-hard at the same time.

“Oh, God, yeah,” Aoi moaned, pulling on Shou’s hair a little, and the tiny bit of pain just spiked the pleasure. “You’re a natural cocksucker, you can’t get enough . . . I want to come all over your pretty face . .. “

Shou heard Ruki going into the nighttable drawer for something. He tensed. Was it going to be lube? He didn’t know if he wanted to go all the way with them today . . .

But Ruki said, “Lie on your back, and close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.”

Shou did as he was asked, and heard . . . buzzing? That’s what it was, something like the sound of an electric shaver. And then, something tingly and lovely was on his nipple, and he arched forward, gasping.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Ruki said. He moved the thing, and Shou felt the tingling sensation in his other nipple, so sharp, so intense . . .

He opened his eyes and peeked. Ruki was wielding what looked like a long, slender silver bullet, with a wire coming out of its tail end, attached to a controller in the vocalist’s other hand.

“Oh!” Shou cried in surprise and delight. A toy. Another first.

“You like it?” Ruki said. “You haven’t seen everything it can do yet.”

He slid it down Shou’s stomach, buzzing and vibrating and tingling all the way, and Shou shivered a little, tensing, knowing what was coming . . .

The first touch of the vibrator on the underside of his erection was like fireworks going off. Shou arched forward, letting out a hoarse little cry.

“You like Ruki’s little friend?” Aoi said, as the thing swept up and down his erection like Ruki’s tongue did earlier. “That’s a pleasure device, Shou. It exists just to make you feel good.”

Shou couldn’t answer. His mind was blanked out by delight, by a luscious madness, as the toy moved up and down and all around, tracing every inch of his erection, buzzing and vibrating and awakening nerve endings Shou never knew were there.

“Ruki!” he gasped. “Ohh . . . ohh, Ruki, don’t stop, don’t ever stop . . .”

He was dimly aware of Ruki whispering to Aoi, “Another one, in the drawer,” and there was the scraping of wood on wood, and then, more buzzing . . .

And a second vibrator on his nipples, moving around, teasing the peaks as Aoi leaned over, lips claiming Shou’s. Shou kissed back with hunger, thrusting his tongue in and out of Aoi’s mouth hard, moaning in his throat as Ruki’s toy moved around the head of his cock, swirling and dancing.

“Do you want to come, Shou?” Ruki said, running his toy up and down the other man’s length, pausing at the head, holding it right against the slit for a split second.

“Yes!” Shou cried. “Oh, please, please . . .”

Aoi’s vibrator slid downward, and suddenly, Shou felt one of them running around and around the tip, not stopping, and the other up and down the shaft, rapidly, plunging all the way down to the balls, stroking and teasing them.

Shou exploded, arching forward, crying out, the come pouring and pouring from him as his body shuddered in a more intense ecstasy than anything he’d ever felt, an orgasm that rocked him from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes.

He fell back to the bed, dazed, panting, dizzy, feeling like he’d just fallen off the edge of the earth and he’d never stop falling – and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

The two men who’d induced this heavenly state in him were on either side of him, kissing his cheeks, murmuring that he was gorgeous and amazing and incredible – and that’s exactly how he felt.

He opened his eyes and looked at them, first Aoi, then Ruki. Beautiful. To him, they were the most beautiful creatures in the world.

Shou leaned over toward Aoi for a kiss and said, “Now, didn’t you say you wanted to come all over my face?”

Aoi laughed. My, how the shy boy had become forward after one super-intense orgasm. “Go right ahead,” he said, pulling himself into a kneeling position.

Shou bent over, prepared to administer oral delight again – and reached for the vibrator. He took the head of the other man’s cock in his lips, sweeping his tongue over it, and flicked on the device, running it up and down the shaft.

“AAAHH!!!” Aoi cried. “Oh, fuck!” He grasped Shou’s head, leaning back with his eyes closed and his mouth open in a gasp as the tall vocalist slid his tongue downward and the toy upward, making circles around the tip.

Ruki just watched in amazement. Maybe it was a combination of the alcohol and the pleasure they’d been administering to him, but Shou was being quite creative and inventive. Hell, when he tongued the slit on top while running the vibrator over Aoi’s balls, even Ruki moaned.

If he’s this creative in bed, Ruki thought, then how creative is he with his lyric writing?

Shou was getting into this, into experimenting, finding out what kind of sounds he could get from Aoi with different flicks of the tongue and the vibrator. He felt so good, tasted so good, and when Shou glanced upwards, God, was he beautiful.

He licked slowly from bottom to top, while moving the vibrator from top to bottom, and Aoi let out a loud moan. “Shou . . . oh, fuck, I’m going to come . . .”

Shou quickly licked all the way to the tip and pulled back, preparing to catch it in the face, the way Aoi had said he wanted to come before. He rubbed the vibrator at the sensitive spot where the head joined the shaft.

Aoi let out a hoarse cry, and Shou felt the hot liquid splatter on him, flicking his tongue out to capture droplets. At that moment, the shy boy who usually only came fully out of his shell on stage felt like a flat-out porn star.

He turned his attention to Ruki next, toy still in hand – and realized, to his astonishment, that he was hard again. How did that happen? He’d just had the most intense orgasm of his life!

Ruki just sat there, looking at Shou, covered in come and hard as a rock, vibrator in hand . . . and thought he’d never, ever seen anything more erotic.

He pulled the other man toward him, tongue sweeping out to lick the come from Shou’s face, and Shou let out a moan, then turned it into a wet, messy kiss, capturing Ruki’s tongue in his mouth, tasting his own essence.

The two men tumbled to the bed together, pressing their bodies against one another, cocks brushing . . . and Shou turned on the vibrator, starting to run it between them so it was sliding against both erections at the same time.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Ruki moaned, starting to rub against it. “Yes, oh, my God, Shou, you’re such a good boy . . .”

Shou responded by moving the toy faster, feeling the throb of the vibrations and the hardness of the other man’s cock and the flat planes of his body, the brush of Ruki’s hair as the other man buried his head in his chest, moaning. This was way, way beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

The two men thrust against the toy, rubbing themselves on it, their moans almost harmonizing, like they were singing the most intimate of duets together. They were hurtling toward orgasm, wanting the explosion, the final release, yet at the same time, never wanting it to end.

And then, suddenly, Shou pulled the vibrator away, and they were just grinding against each other, hardness sliding against hardness, slicked with precome. Shou closed his eyes and reveled in endless maleness, cock on cock, rubbing together . . . he was wrapping his legs around Ruki’s hips, trying to pull them closer still, thrusting harder and harder, the air filled with moans and ragged breathing . . .

In the split second before orgasm, Ruki wanted to go back on his own word, flip Shou over, stretch and lube him, pop his fucking cherry, and make him Ruki’s forever.

The two men cried out almost in perfect unison, thrusting hard against each other as they were overwhelmed by ecstasy, their come pouring all over each other.

They collapsed into each other’s arms, panting and kissing, and then Aoi was nestling against them, and they both kissed him, too, drawing him into a three-way embrace.

Shou closed his eyes, reveling in every moment of it, of the delicious mellowness of the afterglow, of the scent and feel of the two of them.

So, that had been his first full experience of male-on-male sex. His curiosity was more than satisfied, his fantasies more than fulfilled.

He knew he wasn’t going to be having any other kind of sex for the rest of his life.

* * *

Shou waited in the boardroom with his bandmates, yawning a little. He was wearing dark glasses, still nursing a pretty bad hangover – which would have been a lot worse if Aoi hadn’t insisted they all drink massive amounts of water before passing out. Yes, the man was definitely an old pro at this kind of thing.

He’d left early in the morning, waking the other two up to give them goodbye kisses and thank-yous. He needed to get back to his own place to shower and change before work, before his first official day at PSC.

He wondered if he was ever going to see either of them again. In the midst of passion and then the haze of sleepiness, they’d never thought to exchange contact information.

“Where the hell were you last night?” whispered Saga, who was sitting next to him. “I tried to call you about five times, but you weren’t picking up.”

Oh, Shou had seen the missed calls in the morning, all right. “Um, I was kind of busy.”

“Busy?” said Saga. “What kind of busy? Wait a second . . . did you get laid?”

Crap, nail on the head. Shou just looked down, blushing.

“You did, didn’t you? I want details. All of them.”

“Later . . . maybe,” Shou mumbled.

Down the hall, the GazettE was being led out in a troupe by their manager, going down the hall to meet the band they were supposed to be mentoring. Ruki winced behind his dark glasses. This was bad enough without the fucking hangover. The fact that they were being trooped from room to room like schoolkids going to assembly just added to the misery.

He hoped this would be quick. He’d say a necessary hello to the newbs, bow and hope his head didn’t explode.

“You would have been worse without the water,” Aoi murmured to him. His much-taller bandmate was also wearing dark glasses, Ruki noticed.

“I am never letting you drag me into drinking that much again,” Ruki hissed.

“Seems to me that going out last night was your idea,” Aoi replied. “And you weren’t exactly unhappy with the end result.”

Ruki swallowed hard. When this was all over, he was going to find a way to track down Shou – and not just for the sex. He wanted to talk to him again, on a vocalist-to-vocalist level.

Their manager stopped at another conference room and knocked on the door. Inside, Alice Nine’s new manager announced to the group, “They’re here. Okay, guys, I want you to meet your mentors. We’ll have a meet and greet period with them, and then we’ll have our meeting.

The door opened, the other band came in . . . and Shou couldn’t believe his eyes. He took off his dark glasses, making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.

“Aoi?” he said. “Ruki?”

Ruki yanked off his own dark glasses, blinking in surprise. “SHOU?” Holy shit. Holy fucking SHIT . . .

Saga also blinked, looking from one band to the other in confusion. “You know them?” he said.

Shou had a genuine smile across his face, ear to ear. “I’ll tell you later,” he said.

* * *

The meet and greet went on for longer than the managers had planned – the two bands seemed to be getting along swimmingly. Fortunately, neither group had a tightly packed schedule that day.

After having a nice conversation with Hiroto about guitar models, Aoi sidled up to Ruki, who had just been speaking with Saga. “Looks like we’re going to enjoy having these guys around after all,” he said.

“I can’t believe it,” Ruki said. “I can’t fucking believe it. Of all the people . . .”

“Hey, they say a mentor should get to know his protégée well,” Aoi said. “You got to know him pretty damn well last night, all right.”

“So did you,” Ruki retorted.

“But as for the ultimately popping his cherry thing . . .” Aoi pointed across the room. “Looks like we may have lost that right.”

Ruki followed the finger, and saw Shou sitting at a corner of the table, with Kai. The two of them were laughing and talking like old friends, and there was the unmistakable glitter of mutual interest in their eyes.

“Well, fuck,” Ruki said. He had to admit, though, that he’d be hard-pressed to think of a better romantic partner for Shou than Kai. They were both very sweet on the outside, passionate and inventive on the inside. They could help and support each other.

“Better luck next time,” Aoi said. “But we still have each other, huh?”

Ruki frowned. What was Aoi saying? Was he inferring that he wanted to be more than friends-with-benefits? Of all the ridiculous . . . okay, so the idea might have crossed Ruki’s mind. Might have. Once or twice.

They were going to have to have a talk – later. Much later. When the last bits of hangover were gone.

Shou crossed the room to his new mentor. “I can’t believe it’s you,” he said. “I’m so happy.”

“So am I,” Ruki said. “I sure as hell wouldn’t want anyone else.” And wasn’t that the God’s-honest truth.

“You gave me good advice last night, in the bar,” Shou said. “And I’m looking forward to a lot more of it. I really think we can help each other . . . Sempai.”

He took Ruki’s hand, and suddenly, Ruki felt the swelling pride of a man who’s just heard his child call him “Daddy” for the first time. Be this boy’s mentor? Oh, hell, yes.

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t going to be the one to be Shou’s boyfriend and initiate him fully into man-on-man sex. He had the exact relationship with him that he wanted.


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Sep. 9th, 2012 06:54 pm (UTC)
*O* It was HOT!
But I still miss your ShouPon (._. ) :D
Sep. 10th, 2012 11:07 am (UTC)
Thank you! And don't worry, I haven't given up on ShouPon -you'll probably be seeing that pairing again once the main Kink Bingo period is over. (ShouPon, to me, is more a "cute" pairing than a "kinky" one).
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Sep. 10th, 2012 11:08 am (UTC)
Thank you! The ending is definitely the thing the whole story was based on - I'd wanted to do something about the start of Shou and Ruki's relationship for awhile, but didn't have a hook. Kink Bingo gave me the hook. XD
Sep. 9th, 2012 11:14 pm (UTC)
OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO HOT AND CUTE. Loved the ending, it just puts a beginning to everything. <333

“Men don’t have cherries,” Ruki said, calmly.

“I know that!” Aoi ran his hand over his hair.

Sep. 10th, 2012 11:11 am (UTC)
LOL, I'm glad you liked that part! I just had to put that in because I've seen so much badfic where the uke was said to literally have an anal hymen. Um, how's that going to work with the OTHER thing that area of the body is for?

Thank you for reading and commenting!
Sep. 10th, 2012 02:30 am (UTC)
GAAHHH! I'm at work right now and my pervy fangirl senses tried to read it and it's just... AAAAHHHH! AAAAHHH! I just skimmed over the smutty part because I'm in the office and someone might catch me, but OH MY GOD, I'm so excited to read this at home later!!!! Just dropped by to tell you how excited I am for this and how hot Aoi/Ruki/Shou are TOGETHERRRRRR!!! XDD
Sep. 10th, 2012 08:39 am (UTC)
Nngghhhh... words are failing me right now. I know the smut would be hot but I didn't expect it to be THIS hot~ WTH!!! And there wasn't even any penetration! XD

Now, excuse me while I drool and pass out here. Ehehehe... hehehe... *faints*
Sep. 10th, 2012 11:15 am (UTC)
*revives you*

Ah, but not having any penetration was specified in the prompt! Kink Bingo splits its toy prompts into Object Penetration and Sex Toys (Non-Penetrating). Since I got the latter, I took it one step further to no anal penetration at all. (I was going to have rimming in there until I realized that was tongue penetration!)

Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
Sep. 10th, 2012 08:06 pm (UTC)
Yes. Yes, it wasn't. I was just amazed that it's still hotter than smut with penetration. ksjdlfsjfkljklsjjsj! Oh woman, I was planning to leave LJ for a while but you make me not want to~ XD

Ah, I shall await your next creation.^^
Sep. 10th, 2012 03:39 am (UTC)
*unable to write a proper comment because i just died of massive nosebleed*
Sep. 10th, 2012 11:16 am (UTC)
*gives you a transfusion*

Thank you for reading! It seems you enjoyed it. XD I'm glad!
Sep. 10th, 2012 02:32 pm (UTC)
Wtf ... Soo damn hoot ... *still waveing the smoke away* ... I just wonder if the rest of alice nine would be friends-for-benefits as well ... And if some kind of love will swap finally between them ... But so far so overwhelming smexy from head to tiptoe ...
Sep. 12th, 2012 12:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Oh, there was definitely friends-with-benefits going on around both sides - although this story is set within my Shou/Kai ficverses, in which, ultimately, Saga is with Nao, Hiroto is with K and Tora is with Uruha. (Because I have to make allotment for Hiroto and Uruha if I'm going to put Shou and Kai with each other). Thanks so much for reading, I'm glad you thought it was hot enough to literally smoke!
Sep. 12th, 2012 12:53 am (UTC)
Well, I have more than one reason to really enjoy this story *wiggles eyebrows* to be fair, it pretty much sounds like the real thing XD

Once again you outdo yourself massively. I just loved their complete reluctance, it sets a perfect premise considering we know Shou is definitely the vocalist of their kouhai band. I think that one of my favourite aspects is the novelty, the way Shou tastes every new experience, texture, feeling with so much eagerness and hesitance and excitement. You were especially descriptive in that one and I think that really helped establish that SHou was new at this, yet took to it like a fish to water. It was lovely. And of course the sex was smouldering *__* Once again proving that non-penetrative sex can be so incredibly hot and amazing. And that bukake at the end...unf! And then the making out...gahhhh! You're becoming quite the bukake aficionado I think XD

That was gorgeously done, and that little Kai x Shou reference at the end...*sighs* setting up for things to come to be sure XD That was magnificent, as usual. Sorry for the belated comment, tumblr is eating my soul. Seriously. -___- take care xoxo
Sep. 12th, 2012 12:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I wanted the emphasis here to be on this being a beginning for Shou on a lot of fronts. He's finding out where his true sexuality lies, eagerly discovering what he likes and what he does well. He's embarking on a career move with his new band unlike any he dared dream of with his previous groups. And, unbeknownst to him at first, he's met someone who will become important to him personally and professionally. (Plus, the hint at the end with Kai conveys he may have met the love of his life, too).

Since the prompt was that the toys had to be non-penetrative, I took the challenge one step further and made EVERYTHING non-penetrative (well, there was oral penetration, but other than that . . .) Shou's virgin-when-it-comes-to-guys status provided the perfect platform for that.

And, of course, I had to get in the bukake. I admit it's a favorite thing of mine to write. Plus, it fits in with things-Shou-discovers-that-he-likes. (Also, I couldn't resist the mental image of him covered in come with a toy in his hand. XD)

I'm so glad you appreciated this one (and you know why!) I'll be sure to PM when I post another so you know it's there. ~_^
Sep. 14th, 2012 09:48 am (UTC)
bloody fantastic :D
aoi~~~~ shou....ruki *flail*
Sep. 14th, 2012 11:23 am (UTC)
I've never seen anyone do a threesome with these particular boys before, and I figured it was well worth a fic! XD I'm very glad that you enjoyed it!
Sep. 14th, 2012 11:42 am (UTC)
How could I not? It has Aoi. XD *totally biased to Aoi*
I know what you mean. I haven't done the threesome...but I am doing an Aoi Shou fic XD.
Sep. 21st, 2012 04:39 pm (UTC)
Oh wow......I don't know what to say really except I enjoyed this immensely! Three unlikely people that I could never have imagined before together and it immediately worked in my mind. I'll read the other one you recommended but so far it looks like you have gained a new reader XD
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