Making It Work - Tora/Aki/Kenzo/Hiroto [oneshot]
Title: Making It Work
Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Aki/Kenzo/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine, Ayabie, SID
Warnings: smut, fluff?
Summary: Sometimes it was hard living with these three.
Making It Work
At the sound of the alarm Tora groaned and reached over to smack it silent. Atop their four poster king-sized bed he blinked and squinted at the bedroom ceiling. Time for another day, he thought. To his left he could hear Hiroto sleeping soundly in the crook of his neck, warm body curled up to his side with Aki pressed closely behind him.
Somewhere in the night Kenzo had apparently decided he needed to take up as much space as possible, all kicking feet and tugging blankets, and forcing the other three to the bed's edge. Tora could feel one of Kenzo's legs splayed over the other two, cold toes on his calve and greedy fingers hogging all the blankets. Feeling like he was going to fall off the bed at any moment, Tora briefly wondered how a relationship like this was supposed to work.
Climbing out of bed he shivered, bare chest void of the warm sheets and tangled limbs. Rummaging in a drawer for a sweater, Tora tugged one on and went out to start the coffee. After the first mind jolting cup, dark and undiluted, he was able to think clearly and wandered back down the hall to wake the other three. It surprised him though, that Hiroto wasn't up yet; normally he was the only other one who bothered getting up at the alarm.
At the end of the bed Tora pulled back the covers with an abrupt flourish, reveling in the irritated groan and sight of Kenzo's decked out wrist reaching blindly for what wasn't there.
"Rise and shine ladies, we've all got to get to work. Up, up, up."
From his small indent in the sheets, arms and legs curled under himself, Hiroto stared at the older man, lazy lids blinking over watery eyes.
Aki didn't even stir.
"Hiroto come on, we've got practice. Half the band can't be gone for that."
Giving the three one last look, Tora turned back towards the kitchen. He pulled out four bowls and spoons, a box of cereal, milk, and the blender. He set them all on the table, save the latter which he placed on the kitchen counter next to a bowl of fruit and yogurt. Then Tora poured himself some cereal and waited.
Ten minutes later, neither Aki, Kenzo, or Hiroto had yet to appear in the kitchen doorway. Swallowing a final mouthful of milk and oats, he got up and went to see what the problem was.
Inside their bedroom, the closed blinds cast lethargic shadows over its occupants, like a sleep-inducing blanket drooping at lids and gluing half naked forms to the sheets. At least Hiroto was up, Tora noted. Although whether he was really just sleep-sitting it was hard to tell. Smooth back curved in on itself, Hiroto's head rested on drawn up knees, arms hugging his bare chest. Aki was curled around his back for warmth, still laying, with his chin just at the brim of Hiroto's boxers. Kenzo on the other hand had somehow gotten the covers back up on his side of the bed and was currently buried beneath them.
"You're already awake, Kenzo," Tora snorted, snatching away the blankets again.
"No, I'm not," he groaned in return, trying to maintain his hold on the duvet. The action however, only served to clear up the last remnants of sleepy fog and with a sigh Kenzo got up.
"Hiroto, Aki." Tora shook at Hiroto's shoulder, earning him a dazed look as the smaller man slid out of his grip and onto Aki's hip. Frowning, Tora felt the younger man's forehead, cool and rough against warm and soft, then pushed Aki's hair back and felt his too.
"Are they sick?" Kenzo edged closer, jacket zipping up his front and concern flickering across his features.
"Probably," Tora sighed; Hiroto had begun to shiver and Aki refused to respond beyond a furrowing of his brows. Grabbing the blankets, Tora draped them over the two and pulled Hiroto off Aki and onto a pillow.
"Hopefully we don't catch it," Kenzo remarked offhandedly. "I don't think we have anything but whiskey and aspirin."
Rolling his eyes, though he was just as worried about the lack of anything in their medicine cabinet, Tora went to get the pills and water. He paused in the kitchen to put the milk and yogurt back in the fridge though, it looked like no one would be eating breakfast today.
"When are you done with practice?" Tora called into the shower, bottle of aspirin and cup of water in hand.
"I can get out at five," was Kenzo's reply.
"Good. Pick me up and we can go to the store together."
Sitting on the edge of their bed, Tora set the water on the bedside table and popped open the bottle of aspirin. From beneath the covers Hiroto peered up at him, half-aware he was sick but mostly dizzy with fever.
"Sit up for me Pon." Tora's voice was soft, coaxing next to the harsh sounds of spitting water hitting tiled floor and Hiroto did as he was told, settling back against the head board with Tora's help and trying to concentrate on whatever was going on around him. Somehow talking didn't seem too high up on his list of priorities, and too much effort anyways. Beside him Aki grunted disapprovingly at the shift in weight.
"Here." Tora handed over two pills and held out the glass of water. They sat heavily on his tongue, slowly turning bitter before he finally swallowed and gulped greedily at the water held out to him.
At the sound of wet lips gulping down cool liquid, Aki crawled over the other's lap and grabbed the cup, guiding it to his own lips, Hiroto's hands and all.
"Aki," Tora chastised, bringing the bassist's attention to his own two pills and giving Hiroto time to sneak in a few more sips.
Half an hour later Tora and Kenzo were dressed and ready to go. Fruit and bottles of water were placed on the nightstand, a note and cell phone just in case. Tora half-hoped they would sleep all day and not get up, but at the same time they needed to eat to get well again.
"Maybe we should tell the neighbors," Kenzo suggested, sucking in his lower lip with a hiss of breath and shrugging on a jacket - his way of showing he cared. It really wasn't a good idea and the neighbors probably didn't approve of them and were probably all at work anyway. "Just saying," Kenzo grinned, grabbing the car keys and shuffling out the door.
Giving the open bedroom door one last glance, Tora followed him down to the parking garage.
Beneath the sheets, Hiroto heaved a labored sigh and snuggled into Aki's chest
---
Kenzo took it as a good sign when he called and no one picked up. Aki and Hiroto were probably doing okay, probably asleep, mostly definitely not vomiting or slipping unconscious in the tub. Yep. Tapping his fingers nervously against his snare, Kenzo contemplated feigning sick and getting permission to leave early. His smoke-strangled voice was good at faking it. On his way into the office he had made sure to text Yuuya and tell him Aki was sick, and Tora had Hiroto covered. Jiggling his leg, Kenzo just wished the meeting could be over.
---
Tora fidgeted behind his guitar, feet twitching and wondering how long it had been since the last time he'd actually wanted to not be in practice. It was ages ago, maybe with his last band, right before they finally broke up. Not even when he was in pain had he wanted to be out of the studio and in his bed at home. A sort of defiance had kept him glued to his seat during those days, even when he was made to wear a neck brace - defiance and the will to succeed, show those doctors he was made of tougher stuff. Sad that all it took were two pairs of feverish eyes and now he couldn't stand hearing Nao's drumsticks tap the beat.
---
Aki was the first to wake. The aspirin had lowered his fever to a manageable degree, enough to at least think straight and crawl out of bed, but his throat was still dry. Hiroto was somehow still asleep though. Glancing at the clock Aki was surprised to find it was barely three.
Reaching over the curled form, he grabbed a bottle of water and shakily downed half its contents, picking up the scrap of paper on the bed stand to read the neat note. Be back soon. Call if you need anything and eat! Snorting at the cell phone numbers conveniently scribbled in at the end (just in case they couldn't remember how to use their mobiles' list of contacts) Aki left it and got out of bed.
He didn't feel hungry. The clean slosh of water in his empty stomach made him feel light, pure and not sick. Instead of eating Aki plopped down onto the sofa and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he found the cartoons.
Oh Doraemon, he thought, snorting at the rerun marathon but grabbing some pillows and a blanket to enjoy it all the same.
---
Hiroto woke up completely alone, blinking and trying to orient himself. He could barely remember the flashes of faces, a dream maybe, Tora giving him something for his mouth, water and sweat. Water.
On the covers he spotted a bottle already open and reached for it, unscrewing the loose top and managing to get most of the water in his mouth. He sat up slowly and waited, but no one came. The blinds were still shut and the house sounded completely empty. Empty save the hum of static, electricity and dramatic voices surely coming from the living room.
---
Soft laughter echoed through the flat the closer he got. Hiroto's feet were soundless on the hardwood floor, but Aki smiled when he saw the other trail into the room, blanket wrapped around him like a long cape.
"Looks like we're sick," Aki giggled as Hiroto settled quietly onto his lap.
Sniffling at the thought, Hiroto propped his chin up on the sofa's armrest in the curve of Aki's neck. The larger man had been splayed out on the couch when he tip-toed in, fingers punching at the remote every now and then to skip through commercials and find a new show. He felt woozy still, a little lightheaded, and cold where his damp skin was cooling in the open air. Scooting his thighs up to wrap around Aki's waist, he sunk further into the body beneath him. Almost unconsciously searching out warmth, Hiroto placed his palms on Aki's belly and felt it tense beneath him.
"Hiroto," Aki warned as the younger man absentmindedly began tracing the gentle dips and rounded curves of his torso. Hiroto only grinned and snuggled closer.
---
Tora was two seconds away from getting on the phone and going off on Kenzo when he finally caught sight of the other's car. He'd been waiting outside for almost half an hour and the skies were already getting dark. Cursing when his call home didn't go through, Tora shoved his phone away and jerked the car door open.
"Sorry, traffic," was Kenzo's hasty excuse, jittery hands already on his second cigarette. "Where did you want to go?"
---
Sighing contently at the warm bundle on his chest and even the gentle fingers brushing over his skin, Aki slid a hand up Hiroto's back and into his hair, leaning down to share a sweet kiss before resuming his show. Hiroto however, couldn't contain the soft moan that slipped out when Aki's hand sifted further into his hair and began scratching and massaging his cloudy head.
Aki grinned at the pleasured sounds, feeling Hiroto arch into his touch. He smirked even wider when his other hand came up to knead between prominent shoulder blades and the smaller's entire frame pressed up into his touch.
"Lower Aki. Please?"
---
"Should I get sweetened or unsweetened?" Kenzo asked, holding up a liter of peach juice for Tora to see. "Is there a difference? Does Pon care?"
Grumpily shoving a box of snacks he knew they all liked into his basket, Tora shrugged and made for the medicine aisle. "Why don't you call them and ask yourself?"
Rolling his eyes at the terrible mood Tora was in, Kenzo fished out his phone and dialed Hiroto's number.
---
"Is that my phone?" Hiroto gasped, hissing when Aki's hips pushed up against his.
"No," the other man mumbled, lips brushing earlobe as his hands slipped persuasively past the waistband of Hiroto's boxers and gripped hipbone.
Hiroto simply nodded, clinging to Aki's shoulders and ignoring the buzz of his mobile. The palms on his sides burned a dizzying heat through his body that was loud enough not to care.
---
"They didn't pick up," Kenzo growled, joining Tora in the fever-cold relief aisle.
Sighing, even more agitated and worried now, Tora grabbed a couple different bottles and they hurried to the check-out line. Honestly, they didn't know what they were doing. Neither of them knew anything about treating the sick, and while they usually slept their own illnesses off, it was harder to look at Hiroto and Aki's feverish states and not want to do something.
Call them soft (they would most definitely never admit to it), but they cared.
---
It didn't take long for Hiroto to find himself pressed into the couch, twitching needily as Aki worked between his thighs. He was hot, even hotter when Aki sunk into him, slick and just as eager, and began thrusting, sweat dripping down the nape of his neck from the exertion.
Hiroto's head arched over the armrest, sucking in breath after breath as his body unfurled at each touch, fingers digging into the cushions of the couch while Aki pulled and pushed. His head was craned all the way back, entire frame tensing at a particularly hard thrust when the door finally opened, Kenzo stopping dead in his tracks at the sight before him.
The living room sofa didn't hide much, it was low and the backrest barely made it to Tora's shoulder blades, so Kenzo was able to see golden skin pressed flush and rippling against golden skin while sweat dripped down Aki's back and Hiroto's hair clung to the couch's side.
Licking his lips, Kenzo was brought back to reality by the swing of a bagged jug of juice to the back of his knees.
"Oh, fuck, sorry Zo, don't stand in the way like that." Tora's apology was punctuated by a soft cry from the living room. Looking up in alarm, thinking Aki or Hiroto had gotten worse, he was surprised to find Aki upright, knees balanced on the couch, while Hiroto's head popped suspiciously in and out of view.
"Aki," he growled in exasperation. Pushing Kenzo in so he could close the door and drop the groceries onto the floor, Tora stalked over to couch, the other trailing closely behind him. The sight almost made him want to join, but he forced himself to resist, grabbing Aki from behind and dragging him up off the couch.
"Taking advantage of Pon," he tsk-ed against a perforated earlobe.
The abrupt lost pulled a quiet wail from Hiroto, the pair's heavy breathing the only thing filling in the tense silence in their living room.
"Go turn on the tub," Tora directed, pulling Aki towards the bathroom first. Cocking an eyebrow, Kenzo went to do as requested, flicking on the faucet before returning to keep Hiroto company.
It probably wasn't one of his better ideas.
While Tora was busy coaxing Aki into the warm water, Kenzo watched Hiroto rub his thighs together with avid interest. He wanted, needed something in him, someone on him, someone to give him release.
"So close... please..."
Kenzo could tell the other was still delirious with fever, but that didn't stop his fingers from absentmindedly trailing down a damp thigh, breath catching as it eagerly parted for him. With an almost curious expression, he dipped two fingers into Hiroto's entrance, searching, feeling, pushing until he found what he was looking for. Then he was was pressing, stroking, thrusting with drum-skilled fingers until Hiroto's release was forced from him. With a sob his body arched off the couch, hips riding down hard on Kenzo's fingers.
Biting his lip, Kenzo withdrew them and watched Hiroto shudder all over, curling up onto his side while aftershocks continued to ripple through his frame.
"Bastard." Tora cuffed Kenzo in the back of the head and reached over to scoop Hiroto into his arms. "Go make sure Aki hasn't drowned himself yet," he snorted, not really angry, but irritated with the whole situation.
Shaking his head, Tora made his way down the hall with his shuddering armful. It got hard loving these three sometimes, he smiled to himself wryly. But he didn't say no, never did, only returned the kiss when Hiroto reached up and licked kitten-like at his lips. After all these years together, he'd grown accustom to the way Hiroto always sought out innocent affections after hips had stopped their tilt-stutter and eyes had once again cracked open. He'd gotten used to the way Kenzo never ceased to misbehave and Aki loved to start the trouble.
"All of you are going to give me grey hair before I turn thirty," he muttered, stepping into the tiled room to settle languid limbs next to a suspiciously sated Aki. "And why are you in the tub too?"
Kenzo grinned in reply, "I don't see how we can stop from catching all their cooties when we live together." Then he snorted. "Might as well get it over with."
Rolling his eyes for what had to be the twentieth time that day, Tora stripped and got in.
Well the imp had a point.
A/N:
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Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Aki/Kenzo/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine, Ayabie, SID
Warnings: smut, fluff?
Summary: Sometimes it was hard living with these three.
Making It Work
At the sound of the alarm Tora groaned and reached over to smack it silent. Atop their four poster king-sized bed he blinked and squinted at the bedroom ceiling. Time for another day, he thought. To his left he could hear Hiroto sleeping soundly in the crook of his neck, warm body curled up to his side with Aki pressed closely behind him.
Somewhere in the night Kenzo had apparently decided he needed to take up as much space as possible, all kicking feet and tugging blankets, and forcing the other three to the bed's edge. Tora could feel one of Kenzo's legs splayed over the other two, cold toes on his calve and greedy fingers hogging all the blankets. Feeling like he was going to fall off the bed at any moment, Tora briefly wondered how a relationship like this was supposed to work.
Climbing out of bed he shivered, bare chest void of the warm sheets and tangled limbs. Rummaging in a drawer for a sweater, Tora tugged one on and went out to start the coffee. After the first mind jolting cup, dark and undiluted, he was able to think clearly and wandered back down the hall to wake the other three. It surprised him though, that Hiroto wasn't up yet; normally he was the only other one who bothered getting up at the alarm.
At the end of the bed Tora pulled back the covers with an abrupt flourish, reveling in the irritated groan and sight of Kenzo's decked out wrist reaching blindly for what wasn't there.
"Rise and shine ladies, we've all got to get to work. Up, up, up."
From his small indent in the sheets, arms and legs curled under himself, Hiroto stared at the older man, lazy lids blinking over watery eyes.
Aki didn't even stir.
"Hiroto come on, we've got practice. Half the band can't be gone for that."
Giving the three one last look, Tora turned back towards the kitchen. He pulled out four bowls and spoons, a box of cereal, milk, and the blender. He set them all on the table, save the latter which he placed on the kitchen counter next to a bowl of fruit and yogurt. Then Tora poured himself some cereal and waited.
Ten minutes later, neither Aki, Kenzo, or Hiroto had yet to appear in the kitchen doorway. Swallowing a final mouthful of milk and oats, he got up and went to see what the problem was.
Inside their bedroom, the closed blinds cast lethargic shadows over its occupants, like a sleep-inducing blanket drooping at lids and gluing half naked forms to the sheets. At least Hiroto was up, Tora noted. Although whether he was really just sleep-sitting it was hard to tell. Smooth back curved in on itself, Hiroto's head rested on drawn up knees, arms hugging his bare chest. Aki was curled around his back for warmth, still laying, with his chin just at the brim of Hiroto's boxers. Kenzo on the other hand had somehow gotten the covers back up on his side of the bed and was currently buried beneath them.
"You're already awake, Kenzo," Tora snorted, snatching away the blankets again.
"No, I'm not," he groaned in return, trying to maintain his hold on the duvet. The action however, only served to clear up the last remnants of sleepy fog and with a sigh Kenzo got up.
"Hiroto, Aki." Tora shook at Hiroto's shoulder, earning him a dazed look as the smaller man slid out of his grip and onto Aki's hip. Frowning, Tora felt the younger man's forehead, cool and rough against warm and soft, then pushed Aki's hair back and felt his too.
"Are they sick?" Kenzo edged closer, jacket zipping up his front and concern flickering across his features.
"Probably," Tora sighed; Hiroto had begun to shiver and Aki refused to respond beyond a furrowing of his brows. Grabbing the blankets, Tora draped them over the two and pulled Hiroto off Aki and onto a pillow.
"Hopefully we don't catch it," Kenzo remarked offhandedly. "I don't think we have anything but whiskey and aspirin."
Rolling his eyes, though he was just as worried about the lack of anything in their medicine cabinet, Tora went to get the pills and water. He paused in the kitchen to put the milk and yogurt back in the fridge though, it looked like no one would be eating breakfast today.
"When are you done with practice?" Tora called into the shower, bottle of aspirin and cup of water in hand.
"I can get out at five," was Kenzo's reply.
"Good. Pick me up and we can go to the store together."
Sitting on the edge of their bed, Tora set the water on the bedside table and popped open the bottle of aspirin. From beneath the covers Hiroto peered up at him, half-aware he was sick but mostly dizzy with fever.
"Sit up for me Pon." Tora's voice was soft, coaxing next to the harsh sounds of spitting water hitting tiled floor and Hiroto did as he was told, settling back against the head board with Tora's help and trying to concentrate on whatever was going on around him. Somehow talking didn't seem too high up on his list of priorities, and too much effort anyways. Beside him Aki grunted disapprovingly at the shift in weight.
"Here." Tora handed over two pills and held out the glass of water. They sat heavily on his tongue, slowly turning bitter before he finally swallowed and gulped greedily at the water held out to him.
At the sound of wet lips gulping down cool liquid, Aki crawled over the other's lap and grabbed the cup, guiding it to his own lips, Hiroto's hands and all.
"Aki," Tora chastised, bringing the bassist's attention to his own two pills and giving Hiroto time to sneak in a few more sips.
Half an hour later Tora and Kenzo were dressed and ready to go. Fruit and bottles of water were placed on the nightstand, a note and cell phone just in case. Tora half-hoped they would sleep all day and not get up, but at the same time they needed to eat to get well again.
"Maybe we should tell the neighbors," Kenzo suggested, sucking in his lower lip with a hiss of breath and shrugging on a jacket - his way of showing he cared. It really wasn't a good idea and the neighbors probably didn't approve of them and were probably all at work anyway. "Just saying," Kenzo grinned, grabbing the car keys and shuffling out the door.
Giving the open bedroom door one last glance, Tora followed him down to the parking garage.
Beneath the sheets, Hiroto heaved a labored sigh and snuggled into Aki's chest
---
Kenzo took it as a good sign when he called and no one picked up. Aki and Hiroto were probably doing okay, probably asleep, mostly definitely not vomiting or slipping unconscious in the tub. Yep. Tapping his fingers nervously against his snare, Kenzo contemplated feigning sick and getting permission to leave early. His smoke-strangled voice was good at faking it. On his way into the office he had made sure to text Yuuya and tell him Aki was sick, and Tora had Hiroto covered. Jiggling his leg, Kenzo just wished the meeting could be over.
---
Tora fidgeted behind his guitar, feet twitching and wondering how long it had been since the last time he'd actually wanted to not be in practice. It was ages ago, maybe with his last band, right before they finally broke up. Not even when he was in pain had he wanted to be out of the studio and in his bed at home. A sort of defiance had kept him glued to his seat during those days, even when he was made to wear a neck brace - defiance and the will to succeed, show those doctors he was made of tougher stuff. Sad that all it took were two pairs of feverish eyes and now he couldn't stand hearing Nao's drumsticks tap the beat.
---
Aki was the first to wake. The aspirin had lowered his fever to a manageable degree, enough to at least think straight and crawl out of bed, but his throat was still dry. Hiroto was somehow still asleep though. Glancing at the clock Aki was surprised to find it was barely three.
Reaching over the curled form, he grabbed a bottle of water and shakily downed half its contents, picking up the scrap of paper on the bed stand to read the neat note. Be back soon. Call if you need anything and eat! Snorting at the cell phone numbers conveniently scribbled in at the end (just in case they couldn't remember how to use their mobiles' list of contacts) Aki left it and got out of bed.
He didn't feel hungry. The clean slosh of water in his empty stomach made him feel light, pure and not sick. Instead of eating Aki plopped down onto the sofa and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he found the cartoons.
Oh Doraemon, he thought, snorting at the rerun marathon but grabbing some pillows and a blanket to enjoy it all the same.
---
Hiroto woke up completely alone, blinking and trying to orient himself. He could barely remember the flashes of faces, a dream maybe, Tora giving him something for his mouth, water and sweat. Water.
On the covers he spotted a bottle already open and reached for it, unscrewing the loose top and managing to get most of the water in his mouth. He sat up slowly and waited, but no one came. The blinds were still shut and the house sounded completely empty. Empty save the hum of static, electricity and dramatic voices surely coming from the living room.
---
Soft laughter echoed through the flat the closer he got. Hiroto's feet were soundless on the hardwood floor, but Aki smiled when he saw the other trail into the room, blanket wrapped around him like a long cape.
"Looks like we're sick," Aki giggled as Hiroto settled quietly onto his lap.
Sniffling at the thought, Hiroto propped his chin up on the sofa's armrest in the curve of Aki's neck. The larger man had been splayed out on the couch when he tip-toed in, fingers punching at the remote every now and then to skip through commercials and find a new show. He felt woozy still, a little lightheaded, and cold where his damp skin was cooling in the open air. Scooting his thighs up to wrap around Aki's waist, he sunk further into the body beneath him. Almost unconsciously searching out warmth, Hiroto placed his palms on Aki's belly and felt it tense beneath him.
"Hiroto," Aki warned as the younger man absentmindedly began tracing the gentle dips and rounded curves of his torso. Hiroto only grinned and snuggled closer.
---
Tora was two seconds away from getting on the phone and going off on Kenzo when he finally caught sight of the other's car. He'd been waiting outside for almost half an hour and the skies were already getting dark. Cursing when his call home didn't go through, Tora shoved his phone away and jerked the car door open.
"Sorry, traffic," was Kenzo's hasty excuse, jittery hands already on his second cigarette. "Where did you want to go?"
---
Sighing contently at the warm bundle on his chest and even the gentle fingers brushing over his skin, Aki slid a hand up Hiroto's back and into his hair, leaning down to share a sweet kiss before resuming his show. Hiroto however, couldn't contain the soft moan that slipped out when Aki's hand sifted further into his hair and began scratching and massaging his cloudy head.
Aki grinned at the pleasured sounds, feeling Hiroto arch into his touch. He smirked even wider when his other hand came up to knead between prominent shoulder blades and the smaller's entire frame pressed up into his touch.
"Lower Aki. Please?"
---
"Should I get sweetened or unsweetened?" Kenzo asked, holding up a liter of peach juice for Tora to see. "Is there a difference? Does Pon care?"
Grumpily shoving a box of snacks he knew they all liked into his basket, Tora shrugged and made for the medicine aisle. "Why don't you call them and ask yourself?"
Rolling his eyes at the terrible mood Tora was in, Kenzo fished out his phone and dialed Hiroto's number.
---
"Is that my phone?" Hiroto gasped, hissing when Aki's hips pushed up against his.
"No," the other man mumbled, lips brushing earlobe as his hands slipped persuasively past the waistband of Hiroto's boxers and gripped hipbone.
Hiroto simply nodded, clinging to Aki's shoulders and ignoring the buzz of his mobile. The palms on his sides burned a dizzying heat through his body that was loud enough not to care.
---
"They didn't pick up," Kenzo growled, joining Tora in the fever-cold relief aisle.
Sighing, even more agitated and worried now, Tora grabbed a couple different bottles and they hurried to the check-out line. Honestly, they didn't know what they were doing. Neither of them knew anything about treating the sick, and while they usually slept their own illnesses off, it was harder to look at Hiroto and Aki's feverish states and not want to do something.
Call them soft (they would most definitely never admit to it), but they cared.
---
It didn't take long for Hiroto to find himself pressed into the couch, twitching needily as Aki worked between his thighs. He was hot, even hotter when Aki sunk into him, slick and just as eager, and began thrusting, sweat dripping down the nape of his neck from the exertion.
Hiroto's head arched over the armrest, sucking in breath after breath as his body unfurled at each touch, fingers digging into the cushions of the couch while Aki pulled and pushed. His head was craned all the way back, entire frame tensing at a particularly hard thrust when the door finally opened, Kenzo stopping dead in his tracks at the sight before him.
The living room sofa didn't hide much, it was low and the backrest barely made it to Tora's shoulder blades, so Kenzo was able to see golden skin pressed flush and rippling against golden skin while sweat dripped down Aki's back and Hiroto's hair clung to the couch's side.
Licking his lips, Kenzo was brought back to reality by the swing of a bagged jug of juice to the back of his knees.
"Oh, fuck, sorry Zo, don't stand in the way like that." Tora's apology was punctuated by a soft cry from the living room. Looking up in alarm, thinking Aki or Hiroto had gotten worse, he was surprised to find Aki upright, knees balanced on the couch, while Hiroto's head popped suspiciously in and out of view.
"Aki," he growled in exasperation. Pushing Kenzo in so he could close the door and drop the groceries onto the floor, Tora stalked over to couch, the other trailing closely behind him. The sight almost made him want to join, but he forced himself to resist, grabbing Aki from behind and dragging him up off the couch.
"Taking advantage of Pon," he tsk-ed against a perforated earlobe.
The abrupt lost pulled a quiet wail from Hiroto, the pair's heavy breathing the only thing filling in the tense silence in their living room.
"Go turn on the tub," Tora directed, pulling Aki towards the bathroom first. Cocking an eyebrow, Kenzo went to do as requested, flicking on the faucet before returning to keep Hiroto company.
It probably wasn't one of his better ideas.
While Tora was busy coaxing Aki into the warm water, Kenzo watched Hiroto rub his thighs together with avid interest. He wanted, needed something in him, someone on him, someone to give him release.
"So close... please..."
Kenzo could tell the other was still delirious with fever, but that didn't stop his fingers from absentmindedly trailing down a damp thigh, breath catching as it eagerly parted for him. With an almost curious expression, he dipped two fingers into Hiroto's entrance, searching, feeling, pushing until he found what he was looking for. Then he was was pressing, stroking, thrusting with drum-skilled fingers until Hiroto's release was forced from him. With a sob his body arched off the couch, hips riding down hard on Kenzo's fingers.
Biting his lip, Kenzo withdrew them and watched Hiroto shudder all over, curling up onto his side while aftershocks continued to ripple through his frame.
"Bastard." Tora cuffed Kenzo in the back of the head and reached over to scoop Hiroto into his arms. "Go make sure Aki hasn't drowned himself yet," he snorted, not really angry, but irritated with the whole situation.
Shaking his head, Tora made his way down the hall with his shuddering armful. It got hard loving these three sometimes, he smiled to himself wryly. But he didn't say no, never did, only returned the kiss when Hiroto reached up and licked kitten-like at his lips. After all these years together, he'd grown accustom to the way Hiroto always sought out innocent affections after hips had stopped their tilt-stutter and eyes had once again cracked open. He'd gotten used to the way Kenzo never ceased to misbehave and Aki loved to start the trouble.
"All of you are going to give me grey hair before I turn thirty," he muttered, stepping into the tiled room to settle languid limbs next to a suspiciously sated Aki. "And why are you in the tub too?"
Kenzo grinned in reply, "I don't see how we can stop from catching all their cooties when we live together." Then he snorted. "Might as well get it over with."
Rolling his eyes for what had to be the twentieth time that day, Tora stripped and got in.
Well the imp had a point.
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Porn porn porn I want me some porn D:
Yeah... I didn't read over this before posting so just tell me if you find something wrong.
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OT4 FTW LOLOLOLOL There are only 2 other people I know who will appreciate this pairing² XD
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