Alcohol Born Confessions
Since today it’s yasu’s birthday, I managed to motivate myself. Here you go :D
... and yes, it only took me three years to figure out how the “Keep reading” option works xD
Ka-yu looked at the bottle full of clear liquid on the coffee table. It was a frighteningly big bottle.
“No”, he said.
“Yes”, yasu said. He was beaming.
“Listen, I’m just not up for it, okay?”, ka-yu insisted.
It came out harsher than intended. In fact, he was happy yasu had showed up on his doorstep for a spontaneous birthday celebration. Ka-yu had thought about inviting him over for his special day anyway, but then hesitated. Yasu had a lot of new friends, and he was always busy lately. In the end, ka-yu had been too scared of a rejection to even ask. He had not gotten yasu a present. Not that the vocalist seemed to mind. Ka-yu hadn’t gotten anything from him for his birthday last week, either. At least, if he didn’t count the bottle of vodka. Ka-yu had no intention of counting it. He wasn’t planning on drinking it after all.
“Come on, we didn’t do anything together in a while. And it’s my birthday. You can hardly tell me no, can you?”, yasu begged.
He was sitting crossed legged on the couch, wearing dark pants and a cardigan of questionable taste. Ka-yu tried not to stare at him too openly. He kept his gaze lowered, yasu’s gesturing hands dashing through his field of vision. He loved his hands. They looked strong, veiny. They’d probably feel good on his skin.
“We see each other so often at work, but we hardly talk anymore in private. I miss you”, yasu added.
The last three words stung in ka-yu’s chest and made it hard to keep up the defiance.
He had missed yasu, too. More then he would ever admit. He was jealous yasu could speak those words so easily. To him, they didn’t seem to mean much.
“I don’t mind talking. I’m just not in the mood for getting wasted with you. I’m too old for a hangover by now.”
It had nothing to do with the fact that he didn’t trust himself getting drunk around his best friend.
“Getting wasted is an essential part of this”, yasu said. “It’s a game. To get closer again. Truth or drink. We ask each other questions and if you don’t want to answer, you have to take a shot.”
“It’s childish”, ka-yu said.
He could think of quite a lot of questions he didn’t want to answer – especially to yasu.
“It’s something you’d play in high-school. Grow up.”
“You had great fun in high-school”, yasu pointed out. “Please, don’t be a bore. We’ll stop, if you really don’t like it, but at least give it a try. As a present, since you didn’t get me one.”
Ka-yu looked at yasu blankly.
He hated denying him something. For some reason, he never could. Because yasu was his best friend and he was always there and he never denied ka-yu anything in return when he asked for it. And he had never regretted a decision yasu had forced upon him. Well, not regretted them badly.
Obviously, he had kept shut for too long, since yasu seemed to interpret his silence as agreement.
He had bent forward and was filling the two shot glasses on the table with clear vodka. His expression was very concentrated. He squinted his eyes when he focused on something hard. Ka-yu had always loved to secretly watch him from the side when he did this, be it over math homework or while working on the melody of a new song. The corner of his eyes wrinkled up when he did. The wrinkles almost made it look as if he was laughing.
“So, let’s start with something simple, so you can get used to it”, yasu said and put the bottle back down. “Are you dating anyone right now?”
He was looking right into ka-yu’s face and ka-yu was looking right back. He rarely held his gaze for this long, but the brown of yasu’s eyes was just beautiful.
“No”, ka-yu said without looking away. “What is your biggest regret in life?”
For another moment, yasu just looked at him. Although he hadn’t touched any alcohol so far, ka-yu felt weirdly dizzy. The atmosphere was intimate already, just because their eyes were locking for too long.
Finally, yasu broke off the eye-contact, laughing nervously. Ka-yu felt relieved. Yasu grabbed his glass and swallowed the vodka in one gulp.
“Man, you really went right into it”, he said while filling his glass again.
“Well, the goal is to get the other one drunk, if I recall the rules correctly”, ka-yu teased him.
Yasu gave a low hum.
“Do you have a crush on anyone currently?”, he asked.
Ka-yu swallowed hard and was glad yasu had stopped looking at his face. He was sure his expression would have betrayed him.
It was a very simple question. Casual, even. The kind of thing you would easily admit to your best friend.
Ka-yu took up his glass. It felt cold against his hand. His palm was slightly sweaty.
He tilted back his head as he gulped down on the vodka fast. It was burning it the back of his throat and left a disgusting aftertaste in his mouth. Ka-yu didn’t like clear vodka at all.
The glass gave a loud thump as he put it back onto the table.
“That was surprising”, yasu observed and poured him another glass.
“What’s your guilty pleasure?”, ka-yu asked to change the topic as fast as he could.
Yasu thought for a moment. He tilted his head and his lips twitched as if they were testing out the words silently or as if he was trying to hold back a laugh. His lips were full and pink.
Ka-yu’s mouth felt dry.
“I sing along to American pop songs on the radio, although I don’t even understand the English words”, yasu said.
Ka-yu rolled his eyes and snorted.
“That’s not really a confession. You do it every time we take the car.”
Yasu leaned back and laughed heartily. His Adam’s apple bounced. Ka-yu wished he weren’t that sexy.
“Why …?”, he started, but yasu raised his hand in protest.
“Hey, it’s my turn. What was the kinkiest thing you ever did in bed?”
Ka-yu furrowed his brow.
“I’m not kinky”, he pointed out. “I don’t really do anything crazy.”
He looked at the full vodka glass on the table. He suspected that yasu would not accept that answer. He didn’t want to get drunk, either.
“You have to give an answer, though”, yasu insisted.
Ka-yu sighed.
It hadn’t been a lie. He wasn’t trying to keep anything secret from yasu – not in that aspect at least. Sometimes he liked it rough, but never violent. He preferred eye-contact during sex. He was pretty boring; compared to yasu even more so. He knew some of his bedroom stories, although he had always tried to get as little information on yasu’s sex life as possible. Every touch of another person made breathing a little harder on him and the stinging in his chest a little more painful. He himself had never told yasu much about his own preferences. For safety reasons.
“I tried choking once?”, he suggested questioning.
Yasu gave a grave nod as if he was willing to take that for an answer.
“When was the last time you had sex?”, ka-yu asked at the spur of the moment.
Thinking about it, he realized yasu hadn’t told him anything about a partner for a while already. He had assumed it was because they were starting to grow apart, but maybe there hadn’t been anyone in his life lately. Or he had gotten serious with someone.
Ka-yu hoped it wouldn’t be the latter.
He had forgotten about the question he had wanted to ask earlier.
Yasu smacked his lips. Then he took up the glass of vodka. His body shuddered visibly as he emptied it.
Ka-yu was surprised. He had asked out of curiosity, not because he had actually expected yasu to drink.
“That long already? Or that lately?”, he teased.
Yasu shook his head while he refilled his glass. Hair was falling into his forehead as he did. He brushed it back with the back of his hand.
“I’ve been living in celibacy for ages already”, he owned up.
Ka-yu snorted in disbelieve.
“You know, you are also not allowed to masturbate in celibacy, right?”, he assured.
“Well, okay, I have not lived in celibacy”, yasu corrected himself.
His serious tone made ka-yu laugh out loud. The laughter came a little too easy to him already. He had only taken one shot so far, but yasu’s presence made him happy and light. He was aware of how dangerous that was.
“By the way, how often do you masturbate?”
“Is that your question?”, ka-yu asked critically. “Because that’s really none of your business.”
Yasu brushed his objections aside with a wave of his hand.
“I’m just curious. You can always drink, if you don’t want to answer.”
For a moment, ka-yu just stared at the glass. He did not want to drink. But he did not want to answer the question, either. It was private. And he did not want to embarrass himself with a wrong amount. How much was average? Even a made-up answer could backfire into ridiculousness.
He took the shot. This time, the liquid seemed to burn his throat even more. His stomach felt very warm. They should have eaten properly before starting to drink.
“Speaking of which”, ka-yu said, suddenly feeling braver than usually. His voice sounded somewhat flirty, too. He wasn’t sure if yasu would notice. “Have you ever touched yourself in an inappropriate situation?”
“Aah.” Yasu let out a long hum.
“Not sure if it’s inappropriate, but I did it on tour while we were sharing a hotel room.”
Ka-yu raised his eyebrows. He definitely felt too warm inside.
“While I was in the room?!”
“You were sleeping!”
Yasu giggled. He was even worse at handling alcohol than ka-yu. His cheeks looked slightly flushed.
“That was inappropriate!”, ka-yu exclaimed.
He imagined yasu lying in the dark beside him, hushing his soft moans, his body hot and … He swallowed.
“Do you like or dislike that thought?”, yasu asked.
Ka-yu scanned his expression, making sure his gaze did not linger for too long. He didn’t want to meet yasu’s eyes. He did not know where that question was coming from. Maybe something in his reaction had given him away. Maybe he had let his guard down too far.
“That’s a dumb question”, he huffed.
“It is the question, however”, yasu returned.
Ka-yu did not know what to reply. The truth? How much the thought of yasu touching himself next to ka-yu excited him? He could just as well confess his feeling and watch their friendship go down in flames. But he did not want to offend yasu either by openly judging him.
The simplest solution was the vodka. By now, he hardly minded the bad taste.
“If you could pick any musician – male or female – whom would you have sex with?”, ka-yu asked.
Yasu had a single hiccup. It sometimes happened when he got tipsy. Ka-yu started to worry if they were drinking too fast.
Yasu looked over to the table.
“Is that a difficult question?”, ka-yu wanted to know.
Yasu smiled. It did not look as if the smile was directed at ka-yu. His cheeks were extremely red by now. It looked cute. Ka-yu wanted to kiss his cheeks and his forehead and his lips and the tip of his nose.
“No, it’s very simple, actually”, he said and gulped down the shot.
Ka-yu did not know what to do with that answer. When pouring another drink, yasu had to bend over, but his hand wasn’t that steady and he spilled some of the vodka.
He giggled again. His tipsy giggle was higher than his usual laughter.
“I think we are drinking too fast”, he observed as he turned back to ka-yu. “Also, who is the first person you think of, when I say ‘sex’. Answer fast, hurry, whoever comes to your mind.”
Ka-yu’s mind went blank. It was filled with nothing but the image of yasu sitting right in front of him.
“Those questions surely turned sexual overall”, he pointed out to gain time.
Yasu threw back his head and laughed.
“You know how much I love to talk about sex”, he defended himself. “I’m just surprised you are playing along.”
He looked happy and beautiful when he laughed like this. Ka-yu wanted to watch him laugh for hours. Suddenly, he remembered what he had wanted to ask before.
“Why …?”, he started once more.
“Oi!”, yasu interrupted him. “Whom are you thinking of?”
Ka-yu wanted to lie. He wanted to tell him the name of some model or porn actress or ex-girlfriend, but the only name he could think of was yasu, yasu, yasu. No one else in the world had a name he could recall. They all were pale and nameless compared to his best friend.
He decided to drink.
Then he turned to yasu, finally able to address the question he had been wondering about since opening the door and finding the vocalist in front of it with a bottle of vodka.
“Why are you here? It’s your birthday. You could hang out with someone else or have a real party. Why is it just the two of us?”
Yasu shrugged, looking down now. He was fumbling with the sleeve of his cardigan.
“I told you, I missed you and hoped we could get closer again”, he said.
“We could just have grabbed lunch together any other day”, ka-yu pointed out.
“You are right”, yasu said. “It’s not a good explanation.”
Another moment, he stayed silent and ka-yu expected an explanation to follow, but instead yasu finally took up his glass again.
Ka-yu had already stopped counting, but he assumed they were about even. He checked the bottle. Only a quarter of the liquid was gone so far. It felt like more.
“It’s so hot in here, isn’t it?”, yasu changed the topic abruptly. “Is it just me or is the heater going crazy?”
Ka-yu nodded in agreement. He felt incredible hot, too.
“I’ll open the window for a moment”, he offered and got up.
He regretted his decision immediately.
The floor was not as stable as it was supposed to be.
He took a few steps towards the window. The ground gave way under his feet as he tried to walk on it. It felt funny. Ka-yu giggled, too.
Still, he managed to tilt the window and paused to take in deep breaths of cold January air. His senses felt very clear and all his thoughts seemed to make perfect sense. All of his thoughts seemed incredible funny, too. Ka-yu knew that was a bad sign.
He turned back towards the couch and watched yasu standing next to it, struggling to take off his cardigan. He threw it across the armrest after succeeding and sat down again. Underneath, he was wearing a plain white shirt. The outlines of his body were visible beneath it clearly. The sight made ka-yu feel even hotter than the alcohol.
He walked back and sat down on the couch again as well. He did it carefully, in case it would try to move away.
“As someone who has tried to walk, let me tell you: We need a break from drinking.”
“As someone who has tried to stand without falling over”, yasu said. “I agree.”
Ka-yu chuckled, looking at his friend affectionate. He could never hide his affection once he started drinking.
“I’m almost sorry we have to stop”, he admitted. “I was starting to enjoy this.”
He had been scared of yasu’s questions, but at the same time he was curious about his answers. He also did feel closer to him again already. It might have been the warmth of the vodka making him feel that way, though.
“We can still ask each other questions”, yasu suggested.
“But without consequences we will hardly answer”, ka-yu sighed.
He was ready to sober up, call a taxi for yasu, hug him on his way out for just a little too long and not hear from him again in weeks. There were no hopes or expectations left inside of him. He had given up on all of them a long time ago.
Yasu looked through the room as if it could offer a solution to his dilemma. Ka-yu watched him stare at the cardigan he had taken off earlier.
“I have an idea”, yasu said slowly.
Ka-yu dreaded this sentence when it came from his best friend. It usually led to trouble.
“Who doesn’t answer, has to take off a piece of clothing. Truth or strip. You get it?”
“No”, ka-yu said.
Yasu rolled his eyes.
“It’s not so complicated. If you don’t want to answer, you …”
“I understood”, ka-yu interrupted him. “I just don’t want to.”
“Ah, why so shy all of a sudden?”, yasu asked with a grin.
“Why so eager?”, ka-yu shot back.
Yasu winked at him.
“Trying to make me take off my shirt, eh?”
Without meaning to, ka-yu chuckled. He was too tipsy to care. Then they would strip. What did it matter?
“Whose turn is it?”, he asked.
“Mine!”, yasu exclaimed.
“Of course”, ka-yu sighed, but it might very well have been true. He had lost track again.
“Are you horny right now?”, yasu asked.
Ka-yu thought about it for a moment, although he already knew the answer. He had known as soon as yasu had taken off the cardigan.
“Somewhat”, he admitted.
Yasu grinned. The answer seemed to make him happy.
“Are you trying to seduce me?”, ka-yu said. He did his best to make it sound like a joke.
But without giving him the chance to make up a more serious question, yasu took off his shirt.
The white fabric dropped to the floor.
“You tell me”, he laughed.
Utterly helpless ka-yu stared at his chest. His body looked soft, a little bit chubby still, but with muscles clearly visible underneath. He could imagine all too well what it would feel like under his hands. But he wasn’t entirely sure, still. He desperately wished he would be allowed to make sure.
“I have a very honest question now, though”, yasu said.
His voice was so serious, it drove ka-yu’s attention back to his face. If he had been sober, he would never have allowed himself to stare for so long.
“What is it?”, he wanted to know.
“We never talked about it directly. You are pretty closed-up, although we are friends. But I’ve been meaning to ask for a long time. I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by pressuring you into telling me and ah …”
Yasu broke off. It wasn’t like him to talk around something like that.
Ka-yu watched him closely. He had no idea what yasu wanted to ask. Ka-yu’s sober self would have worried. Ka-yu’s sober self was a worrywart.
“But you also like both women and men, don’t you? I always thought it was obvious, but it’s weird you never told me directly, since you know that I, well … “
Yasu shook his head violently this time.
Ka-yu waited for the familiar panic to rise up inside of himself. But he just couldn’t bring himself to feel it. So, yasu had discovered his secret. But then it had never been much of a secret to begin with. He hadn’t hidden it and a part of him had always assumed that yasu knew although he hadn’t told him. With yasu he had known long before he told him, too.
Apologetic he shrugged.
“I thought if I told you directly, we … I don’t know, would feel obliged to go out with each other, since we are best friends. I didn’t want you to feel forced.”
“But you wouldn’t have minded going out with me?”, yasu assured.
The answer almost slipped out between ka-yu’s lips, but he held it back just in time. It was too much at once.
“Only one question at a time”, he reminded yasu. “It’s my turn. How about you? Have you ever hoped something would happen between us?”
Yasu made a face and ka-yu wondered if he would tell him yes or if maybe he would take off his pants. Both options were equally exciting. He just hoped it wouldn’t be a no. He wouldn’t be able to handle a no.
“I’m here, right?”, yasu said quietly. He wasn’t quite whispering, but his voice was hushed. “On my birthday. Trying to get you drunk and suggesting we strip. It surely means something.”
Ka-yu’s heart picked up pace. It was a little slow to catch on, he realized. The hints had been obvious all evening already. But ka-yu himself had been a little slow to catch on. Still, yasu’s answer could mean about anything. It wasn’t denial, but it wasn’t an open confession yet either. Ka-yu had years of practice of not getting his hopes up. His practice would not fail him now. He had to be careful. His stupid, fluttering heart had to be careful.
“Now me again”, yasu said, louder again, meeting ka-yu’s gaze head on as if he wanted to challenge him. Ka-yu wanted to look away, break their eye-contact, but it would feel like admitting failure to a task he didn’t even know yet. “Do you feel sexually attracted to me?”
Slowly ka-yu licked his lips.
He thought that by now the answer to that was obvious. The cards were on the table and still both of them were playing, keeping on their poker face, still afraid of losing.
Yasu knew. He knew the truth already. But nonetheless ka-yu could not bring himself to speak it. He did not want to be the one to say it first. He did not want to raise the stakes in case yasu would laugh it off the next minute.
So, he did the only thing he could.
He took off his shirt.
Approvingly yasu scanned his chest, his grin wide and goofy.
“I take that as a yes”, he said and laughed.
It wasn’t a cruel laugh, though. It sounded almost relieved.
Ka-yu realized it was his turn now. They were slowly feeling their way into the right direction, teasing confessions out of each other.
“May I kiss you?”, ka-yu asked, trying to be brave.
Yasu smirked. Ka-yu loved when his lips twitched like that. He was bad at hiding his amusement.
Without answering, he reached down, unbuckling his belt and pulling it from his waistband. It hit the floor next to his shirt.
Ka-yu’s gaze was drawn to his motions. His eyes trailed over the waistband of yasu’s pants, his hipbones and his flat stomach slightly heaving with each breath. The veins were not only showing on his hands, but on his lower arms, too.
“Was that a yes?”, ka-yu asked hoarsely.
He didn’t know why his voice sounded that hoarse. His throat felt dry. His body was hot.
“That was a belt”, yasu corrected.
Ka-yu raised his eyes up to yasu’s face. He was looking at him calmly. His words had sounded like a joke, but his voice had been very serious.
For a brief moment, ka-yu felt confused.
“What … what does a belt mean?”, he stuttered.
He thought he had gotten the signals right. But now he wasn’t so sure any more. Yasu was confusing. And with his eyes and lips and hands and chest like this, he didn’t exactly help ka-yu focus on thinking, either.
Yasu leaned back on the pillows, still looking right at ka-yu.
“It means: Come here and find out.”
Ka-yu cleared his throat. There is was. The invitation he had awaited for so long. He knew what he had to do and at the same time wasn’t sure if he would manage. His lips felt dry, his throat tight, the rest of his body had stopped existing. He was too nervous to be happy, but he was aware that not doing anything would be worse than doing it wrong.
Yasu was resting his back against the armrest of the couch in a half sitting position. He pulled up his legs as ka-yu moved to get on his knees. Without a word, yasu spread his legs to allow ka-yu to slip in between them. He was still kneeling, bending over the vocalist now in an awkward position.
His palms felt sweaty again. He was resting them against the armrest behind yasu, steading himself as he leaned down. None of them was wearing a shirt and he was nervous to touch him too openly yet. He could feel the heat resonating from yasu’s body, though.
Carefully, he brought his face closer to that of the vocalist. He could hear yasu’s breathing and the blood rushing in his own ears. His arms were trembling slightly with supporting his own body weight.
He had the vague feeling of having to say something, but he couldn’t think of anything. So, he just bent forward, gently kissing yasu on the lips with closed eyes.
His lips were warm and soft. The feeling turned ka-yu’s chest very warm, too.
Hesitantly, he moved his lips against yasu’s, making sure not to pressure him. But yasu returned the kiss, slow, too, but decisively.
After a moment, ka-yu pulled back, his eyes still closed. He rubbed his nose against yasu’s. His whole body felt nice and fuzzy and he couldn’t think of a single bad thing in the world. A bubble seemed to have closed around them and it wasn’t filled with bliss but with a warm security and the sensation of nothing being able to hurt as long as they stayed inside.
“Question”, yasu mumbled, his voice slurred and lazy. It sounded as if he was purring. “Can you do that again?”
“Definitely”, ka-yu whispered back, kissing yasu once more.
His lips parted under ka-yu’s, warm breath filling his mouth, yasu’s taste and teeth and tongue all over him and he felt dizzier than before although he should be starting to sober up instead. His whole body was tingling.
Catching his breath, he sat up. His arms were starting to feel sore and he needed to change positions.
He took hold of yasu’s hips, pulling them onto his lap. Yasu’s butt was on his thighs that way and his upper body slid down on the couch. He was lying flat on his back now, only his head supported by a pillow. He was grinning up at ka-yu.
“I like it when you touch me like that”, he owned up.
Ka-yu placed his forefinger against yasu’s breastbone, teasingly running it down the middle of his chest, past his navel until he reached the waistband of his pants.
“Can I touch you some more then?”, he asked with a grin.
He had waited too long to stay patient now. Knowing that it was okay with yasu, he didn’t just want to kiss him. He wanted to tear off his clothes with his teeth and explore every part of his body with his tongue.
His forefinger was still resting beneath his belly button. He could feel yasu breathing.
“I don’t know”, yasu said.
Ka-yu met his eyes and looked at him questioningly. He would understand if yasu needed time to process or if he just wanted to take it slow. But his tone hadn’t implied that. He knew his voice well enough to know he was joking.
“Huh?”, he asked.
“I mean, I can’t answer that question”, yasu clarified. “I guess you have to take off my pants.”
Ka-yu chuckled, but he was too excited to laugh out loud.
Quickly he unbuttoned yasu’s pants, pulling them down to his thighs. Yasu pushed up his hips to make it easier and then lifted his legs, so ka-yu could pull the pants over his ankles. Underneath, he was wearing tight, dark blue shorts that exposed the outlines of his dick clearly.
Once more ka-yu teasingly ran his forefinger along the length of his penis.
“You are so hard already, aren’t you?”, he observed.
Yasu grunted between gritted teeth, obviously trying to control his breathing.
“That’s hardly a question”, he pointed out forcibly.
Ka-yu chuckled again and slipped back in between his legs. He was lying on top of yasu now, their bare chests touching. Everything about him felt so hot it was hard to tell where his body began and yasu’s ended.
He kissed him once more, wet and sloppy this time.
His elbow was propped up on the couch as not to crush yasu with his weight, but the position hardly left space to move around.
His other hand was sliding down the side of yasu’s body until he felt the fabric of his shorts against his fingers.
Kissing down yasu’s neck, ka-yu slipped his hand towards his crotch, using his palm to massage yasu’s hard-on with light pressure. The gasps and moans he caused by that made ka-yu chuckle quietly. Yasu’s voice turned rough like that, guttural. He felt hot underneath ka-yu’s hand.
“You are so sexy”, he whispered into yasu’s ear, pushing himself up on his elbow to catch a good look at his face.
He did not want to miss out on yasu’s expression, on the squinting of his eyes, the soft trembling of his lips.
To his surprise, yasu met his gaze steadily. His eyes seemed even darker than usually. Ka-yu stopped the motion of his hand.
“How long have you wanted to do this?”, yasu asked quietly, suddenly sounding serious.
Ka-yu sighed and buried his face against yasu’s neck for a moment. He loved how yasu smelled there. Of soap and perfume and heat and sweat and skin.
Then he pushed himself up. His chest felt cold where they were no longer touching. Calmly yasu watched him get up from the couch. He did not look confused, but his lips curled upwards as ka-yu started to unbutton his own pants.
“That long, huh?”, yasu assured.
Ka-yu slipped out of his pants and remained standing next to the couch, looking down on yasu. His skin looked pale and soft, his lips a dark pink now, slightly swollen.
“How about you?”, ka-yu asked.
Yasu gave a small shrug. It looked funny while lying on his back.
“About the same, I guess”, he said.
Ka-yu would think about that tomorrow. About the time they had wasted and if yasu really meant it. But right now, he did not want to think at all.
“Bedroom?”, he suggested and extended his hand invitingly.
Yasu nodded and took his hand. His grip was firm and his fingers very warm. After sitting up, he let go, swinging his feet from the couch to the floor.
Still sitting, he looked up to ka-yu with a grin.
Ka-yu had always found that grin nothing but gorgeous.
“Are you going to fuck me, ka-yu?”, he said.
His straight-forwardness made ka-yu’s throat feel dry with excitement.
“Ehm”, he said.
Yasu reached out, running the fingers of his left hand across ka-yu’s hipbone. He shivered and felt hot and cold at the same time. His whole body seemed to be burning with fever.
“Ehm?”, yasu repeated teasingly. “That’s not an answer.”
He bent forward and placed a kiss on ka-yu’s stomach. The touch of yasu’s lips made him suck in his breath.
Yasu chuckled at the sound and looked up again.
“Neither is that”, he observed and slowly pulled down the waistband of ka-yu’s shorts.
Without haste, he got out ka-yu’s erection, giving it a few light strokes with his hand as if trying the feel of it.
Ka-yu groaned with frustration, but also with pleasure. Yasu’s touch made him feel hot all over again.
Finally, he had enough and roughly took hold of yasu’s wrist.
“Enough already”, he hissed out. “Bedroom, now. You can get your answer there.”
Still holding his wrist, he pulled yasu to his feet.
The vocalist gave a pleased chuckled and placed a short peck on ka-yu’s lips. Standing that close, ka-yu’s hard-on was pressing against yasu’s stomach. The touch was almost unbearable.
He let go of yasu’s wrist and allowed him to step away.
Without even looking over his shoulder, yasu walked over to the bedroom. Every movement assured that he did not doubt ka-yu would follow.
Hastily, ka-yu stepped out of the pants around his ankles and nearly ran after yasu. He could not wait to finally hit the sheets.
In the door leading to the bedroom, he paused, trying not to let his impatience show. He wanted yasu to think he was in control of the situation, not that he was begging for it.
The vocalist was standing next to the bed, his back towards ka-yu.
Leaning against the doorframe and inhaling deeply, ka-yu studied him closely. His hair was ruffled, his shoulders surprisingly wide, his back muscular and … The dark blue fabric was clinging to his butt tightly, giving away it’s perfectly shaped curve. Ka-yu kept staring.
“One last question”, he started and had to clear his throat.
Yasu turned his head, looking over his shoulder now and grinning widely as he noticed what ka-yu was staring at.
“Yes”, he said.
Ka-yu laughed quietly and shook his head.
“I haven’t even ask …”
Yasu hooked his forefingers under the waistband of the last remaining piece of clothing on his body.
“Yes”, he repeated and started to pull.
Ka-yu forgot what he had wanted to say immediately.
His eyes were fixed on yasu’s butt cheeks. He swallowed.
“I might not know the question”, yasu said as his panties finally slid down to his ankles. “But the answer is definitely yes.”
