SCREW YOU SHOXX! [Byou / Ruki] - One Shot
Title: SCREW YOU SHOXX!
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Smut, Crack
Warnings: Sexual situation, Language, Cursing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: (Byou) / Ruki
Bands: The GazettE / ScReW
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Summary: Ruki, a firm bed, and a magazine. Need say more?
SCREW YOU SHOXX!
Another day in which he'd given his fans a hundred and ten percent, another live culminating in a glorious success befitting of the GazettE, and yet again, another random hotel room where to collect what was left of himself, and where to hopefully, get recharged for everything to start all over on the following day. As straightforward and truthful as it all sounded, Ruki truly needed to stop summarizing his days in the simplistic way he just had, and had been for quite some time lately. He loved his job, no doubt about it, he couldn't see himself doing or being anywhere else. However, the way he kept regarding his everyday, would soon make anyone, including himself, ask him; what the fuck are you doing this for?
Fame, money, and girls? Yes sir-e! He surely didn't mind the satisfying taste of that plate of fame often sprinkled with lots of money, though he'd always would hold up on the girls because of his female intolerance; he was what he ate after all. Jokes aside, he appreciated his job more than he showed lately, he always would. But demanding from a tired mind and body to be enthusiastic, was like asking a fully erected purple color looking cock to rejoice with a ring around it. That being established, finding out whether or not he was about to collapse on a hard bed, rather than some of those shitty soft things some hotels dared to call mattresses, was ultimately the only thrill he received every night after a concert. The one he was currently press-testing seemed to be just hard enough.
Finally dropping himself on said bed, while still madly rejoicing on the fact that he wasn't sinking, Ruki rolled around it for a while, to then stop facing upwards, staring emptily at the ceiling, as he realized that he wasn't as beat as he thought he should have been. What to do? He needed to give himself that extra push which would have knocked his lights out soon if he wanted to be up and ready in the morning, it also had to be something quick and not exhausting.
Absently tapping his fingers on the hard surface of his bed, he intently pondered on his options instantly discarding counting anything that had always made him concentrate more. Watching anything on television quickly came to mind as the most suitable option, given as to how shows were so excruciatingly boring nowadays that he would eventually fall asleep. Thus, forcing himself up from his paradise bed, he walked towards the TV system and as he grabbed the remote, he peeked at the July edition of SHOXX magazine pocking out of his bag, where the GazettE was once again dominating its front page.
Satisfyingly and condescendingly grinning to himself, he abandoned the remote, grabbed the magazine, which hadn't have any time to read yet, and flew back on his bed with it, pushing himself all the way to its head-board, as he began browsing it. He had no interest in the interviews, reading would have resulted tasking anyways in the mental state he currently was, the photo-shoot pictures were what he was going for. As always it was a rather well done job, the GazettE looked as fierce, sensual and fucking rocking as ever. Shit! One a second thought, things like this got him way too excited, and completely not-objective. Perhaps he'd best that just take a look at other bands pictures, just to say he had, but particularly because criticizing other people's pictures was a hell of a lot much fun. Fuck sleep, for the moment.
He couldn't believe they still allowed Shou to go around with the same hairstyle, inadmissible, which … in Reita's case was totally justified, because he was a bassist and not the vocalist … he turned page. Takeru was really the cutest freaky thing, a bit over the top sometimes even for himself, but what hadn't it wore at the beginning of the Gazette … he's were artistic dresses though! … he turned page. Fuck, the more he criticized bands, the more he seemed to realize that they themselves were guilty of having done if not worse the same exact shit, which was beginning to make this whole activity somewhat innervating, until he suddenly came across a picture of Byou.
For the first time that evening, he had absolutely nothing to reproach about what he was currently seeing. Usually who would have remarked on how the younger was trying so hard to be a bigger version of himself, but in this particular shoot he looked simply amazing all by his bleach blond self. The careless look his face had was quite intriguing, and the display of muscles throughout his arm wasn't excessive and very appealing. In all Byou looked very much masculine, very much breathtaking and this time … Ruki just couldn't turn the page.
Instead, his hand seemed to have gained a mind of its own as it languidly made its way inside his own pants, leisurely rubbing his suddenly quite itching cock. Up, down, back up again, and down some more, systematically as his eyes kept rapturously dazing at the bleach blond on the magazine. Before he could try and make sense of anything that was going on, the rash heat pointed out to the fact that given as how the AC was on, he was wearing too much, same as the tightness in his pants. So he absently dropped the magazine on the bed, quickly got his shirt off, and pulled down his boxer with his pants, letting them hang around his knees. Then, intently eying Byou's picture innocently laying on the bed, he spread his legs open and began to pump himself. First slow, then picking up speed, soon faster and faster …
Like what you see?
“Yes ...” lowly whispered Ruki, as he kept jerking himself
But this isn't enough, is it? You need more … you want more … you know I'd do so much more
“Y-yes ...” dazedly replied Ruki, as he slowed his hand movement, while dropping his head on his pillow. He subsequently stopped his hand for a moment, and swiftly kicked away his boxers and pants, allowing himself to spread his legs wider.
You want it, don't you? … you know I could … you know I would … pound that tiny ass for what its worth ...
“Yes … please ...” wantonly and shamelessly moaned Ruki, as he resumed pumping his erection with one hand, while circling his hole with the index of the the other “... I want it …” he groaned, retracting his finger inside his mouth coating it with as much saliva as he could, and taking it back to his hole where he slowly pushed it through “... fuck …” he hungrily hissed at the instant penetrating sensation, stopping his pumping, and making his fingering faster instead.
Just like that get yourself ready for this huge throbbing cock of mine … already leaking and just waiting to get deep inside you ...
Without even thinking, actually incapable of thinking for himself, as the events kept unfolding in his head, he slightly brought out his index and pushed in his middle finger as well, resuming to thrust in like there was no tomorrow, slightly bucking his hips up, as the other hand resumed its pumping.
… now you know I'm definitely going to need more space than that … you know I do …
“Hnnn ...” was all that Ruki could mumble, as he made sure he'd push in another finger “... aaah … fuck!” he loudly hissed, as he kept fucking himself, on that sturdy bed, which gave absolutely nothing away, no creak no squeak, hard and firm, like the fingers he was presently shoving down his ass.
Yes … just like that ... you know you like it … now faster, let me fuck you senseless!
“Aaah …. yes … god ...” kept moaning Ruki, as he thrust his fingers deeper and faster, in synchrony with the jerking of his lividly throbbing cock “fuck ... I'm about to come … shit I'm going to come ...”
So quickly? … oh you know that's not how it would end … even if … I'd fuck you over and over again … you know I wou-
“Fuc-!” suddenly and loudly groaned Ruki as he violently came all over himself, and on the magazine as well “... shit … shit shit shit!” he then groaned, while heavily panting, his messy spent self on that gorgeous bed of his “... fuck … I ...” he then hissed “... I can't believe I fucking jerked off to the picture of that jerk!” he angrily spat, jumping out of the bed and into the shower. Once back, he properly cleaned up Byou's soiled image as well, closed the magazine, vexatiously dropped it to the ground, and grabbing his iphone he went straight under his covers.
RUKItheGazettE RUKI_theGazettE
Somehow, tired myself reading SHOXX, must have been really tired to begin with after the concert. Night.
He quickly twitted, after which he dozed off. Not exactly how he had envisioned falling asleep, but it left him drained alright. That Byou ... he'd had to go pay him a visit one of these days, as fellow and elder vocalist, of course.
AliceNine_SHOU Alice Nine 将
@RUKItheGazettE Me too! (^0^ )/
sug_takeru SuG 武瑠
@RUKItheGazettE Never before have I been so not interested in my own photo
TMR15 西川貴教
@RUKItheGazettE Engaging issue (*´□`)ノ
hitsu_nightmare 柩。HITSUGI_nightmare
@RUKItheGazettE (笑)
mucc_tatsuro 逹瑯 Tatsuro
@RUKItheGazettE Me too, hitting the shower now! ワーイ♪＼(^ω^＼)( /^ω^)/ワーイ♪ #massiveboner
screw_byo SCREW 鋲
I suddenly feel incredibly exhausted … and I don't know why Σ(O_O；)Shock！！
AN: Just something that popped really quick into my head as I saw this picture of Byou DAMN Haaaaaaaawt if you as me. Thanks for reading~
Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-