バス・ベッド(Basu-Beddo) [Saga/Hiroto] - One Shot

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: バス・ベッド　(Basu-Beddo)

Chapter: One-Shot
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Angst, Romance
Warnings: sex, language
Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Saga-Hiroto
Bands: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Summary: “Basu-Beddo! Fighting with your significant other? Having an unwanted guest over? Have you reached a sudden peek in frustration and can't presently handle being around your unrequited love? Basu-Betto is just what you need!”

バス・ベッド


It got harder everyday.

Hiroto really made it hard for him every, freaking, day.

Just being in the distant radius of their lead guitarist was now officially a struggle. Like a magnet around metal, Saga felt such an unhealthy attraction towards the young man, and it kept pulling, relentlessly pulling, waiting for the bassist to give up resistance, so as to forcefully slam him right into the younger. Even his subconscious seemed to be so saturated in thoughts of the blond, if not, there would have been no other way to explain how he had managed to end up all the way at the guitarist's house; shit-face drunk.

It was maddening.

The blond had become extremely toxic to his entire organism. He was rapidly becaming such a dangerous distraction, which, a couple of times already, had made Saga's fingers almost stop plucking in the middle of a song, or simply wouldn't move at all the beginning of one. Just like it nearly occurred during the beginning of Hana at their Tokyo Galaxy Finale. Damn, what his eyes had to endure, just for those ten second in which all Hiroto had done was strum his guitar twice. Ten second in which the guitarist had pushed his head backwards so vigorously that it seemed as if he'd just had the best orgasm of his life; repeatedly.

Saga could swear he'd never seen anything so harmlessly provoking, ever. That night had felt like being in the presence of a creature unaware of being a deity, and the slow graceful flutter of Hiroto's entirely white custom, vividly enforced the divinity-concept. So beautiful … or rather, so handsome. Then again, it might have very well be both, yes, the young guitarist had given Saga a whole new meaning to the word androgyny. In the same way in which he had twisted his definition of love, while redefining obsession, simply given as how the bassist didn't seem to able to distinguish between any of those emotions anymore.

And how not to mention all the teasing? Teasing which obviously wasn't as much, but which Saga had no other vocab to define. Because it really just was nothing but Hiroto's natural way of carrying himself around everyone else; but the bassist. Running to Tora every chance he could, making fun of Nao every other chance, and laughing with Shou with the reminder; leaving Saga with no chance. Leaving him with no other option but that of having to constantly chase after him, in the most childish and he was sure, most obvious ways. Stupid shit like stealing his sun-glasses, eating all the strawberries on his birthday cake, becoming physical every time the occasion presented itself on Nico-nico during the games they had to play.

Pathetic? Perhaps. Desperate? Definitely. Ready to jump under the next shinkansen*? … now, it wasn't that bad was it? Only because he just so happened to meet with the blond like almost every day for work, and also just so happened to be constantly thinking about him during the times in which they weren't together, didn't make it bad. That just made him a boy, like any other boy, in desperate need of affection from someone they didn't have the luck to receive. Yes, he was smitten. In a very bad way, and he knew something needed to be done about it sooner than later.

But what was he to do?! It wasn't like he could jump the blond and demand to be loved could he? Life wasn't like in a yaoi manga, raping Hiroto wouldn't have made him love him back. No, the real world didn't work like that, besides, he wasn't so mentally proven that he'd ever even dream to hurt the younger in such an animal-like way. In fact, the thought of causing the blond to even just cry was excruciating and demoralizing enough. Just like the time in which Hiroto had went literally crying to Tora, on the famous night in which the bassist had showed up shit-face drunk at his house. That had quickly put pain to him drinking for a long while, until he eventually resumed trying to forget how Tora was suddenly a hero, and himself just the scum of the earth.

Yet, Saga wasn't the only person in the world with an unrequited love. Life moved on, and his was currently doing as much, dutifully and mechanically following the flow of things. And what ever might the flow of things be for the night, if none other than sharing his hotel room with Hiroto? It figured, if he thought about how "funny" life was. It totally figured that the day in which his frustration was suddenly at its all time high, would coincide with his turn of sharing a room with the younger. Fucking funny was life, seriously, ha-ha-ha-now-I-am-ready-to-"catch"-the-next-shinkansen funny.

The moment in which he realized his little big predicament, he seriously thought of perhaps going to his manager and beg for a room-switch. Yet the possibility that Hiroto could end up having to share a room with Tora twice in a row, wasn't the best of prospects. Not to talk about the possibility of hurting Hiroto, much less making everyone else become unnecessary nosy and all "Why ever would Saga-chi do something like that?! Is something wrong?!” on him. No way, that only spelled drama, and he didn't do drama. Basically, he was screwed, not in the way he would have loved to, but he was deeply screwed.

“Yoroshiku ...” serenely chanted the blond, while dropping his belongings on the bed closer to the door “... it's okay if I take this one right?” he cheerfully inquired, nonchalantly turning to regard the bassist, whom silently nodded as he tried to calmly walk past him “Sure? Cause if you wanted it, you can have it, really ...” promptly offered Hiroto, slowly stopping his packing as he concernedly stared at Saga, whom had already resolutely dropped hist baggage on the other bed.

“I'm fine” replied Saga a bit too dryly and hastily. He hadn't mean for it to come out as harsh and snappy as it did, but he had indeed planned to rush inside the room, get changed, and instantly go to bed, without having to talk to the other, in order to avoid what had just happened “... thanks” he then lowly added, with the cumbersome hint of a smile, which he had completely intended to come out normal, with full display of teeth and all. However, that didn't happen, in fact at this point, he wasn’t even too sure his lips had moved at all. Good thing he truly had made it a habit to always hit the bed as soon as he entered any hotel room, this way it won't even look suspicious.

Hiroto languidly and awkwardly nodded in reply, while looking away, his features looking not as cheerful anymore, as naturally expected in reaction to such coldness from someone he had no apparent reason to have issues with. Saga mentally sighed in frustration “So, you are just going to go straight to bed as usual? ...” resumed Hiroto, his cheerfulness back full-force, even though Saga could sense a bit of caution in the way he spoke the question, but towards whom such the attentiveness was directed he couldn't perceive.

“Un ...” hummed the bassist in agreement, while walking towards the bathroom with his toiletry “... mind if I go first?” he then inquired, this time managing to sound quite normal.

“We should go together ...” playfully proposed the guitarist lightly laughing “... you know, to contribute in saving our natural resources?” he added expectantly looking back at bassist, but smiling less and less in doing so, given as how Saga didn't even allude at laughing. Maybe he should asked for a change of room after all. It was too late for that now anyways, and while unnaturally smiling and nodding, the bassist still said nothing, and disappeared in the bathroom.

With all the cool shit that people invented, why hadn’t anybody thought of a bathroom which included a bed? He could already hear the commercial airing in his head “Basu-Beddo! Fighting with your significant other? Having an unwanted guest over? Have you reached a sudden peek in frustration and can't presently handle being around your unrequited love? Basu-Betto is just what you need!”

. It would be so useful right now, so that he could lock himself in that bathroom for the whole night, and avoid turning things more sour than what he had so incredibly managed to do in only five freaking minutes.

Surprisingly enough, he did have one thing to be thankful about though. He was currently so nervous and frustrated that his body seemed to have forgotten how boners "were born", which, as he chastised himself for not remembering to bring clothes along in the bathroom, wouldn't have been the best of sights coming out of a bathroom. Though, it was too soon to sing victory, because he was quite sure the whole song was going to change entirely once Hiroto would have stepped out of the bathroom semi-wet and with only a towel around his waist.

Strange, and quite annoying thing, about that habit of the younger, was that apparently he always seemingly rushed out of the bathroom only when rooming with the bassist. Saga had pointed out that doing that was going to make him catch a cold one of this days, but the younger replied saying that he always did that. Now, the bassist had no reason to doubt the guitarist, but he gave himself one to, and nonchalantly asked Shou and Tora whether he did as much whenever they shared a room, and they had denied it, adding that he was always perfectly dried-up whenever he was done. So Hiroto had lied, was he supposed to read something into that? Maybe. What exactly though should he have read, would have been left to his mood of the moment, reason why he decided to not give the thing any weight.

Hiroto had been composedly sitting down at the edge of his bed, staring at nothing in front of himself, when Saga newly entered the room “All yours ...” the elder announced, as Hiroto instantly snapped out of his momentary daze, while promptly getting to his feet. Then as he opened his mouth to say something, Saga readily cut him off by saying “... night”. Hiroto flashed half a grin, and silently disappeared into the bathroom.

No. The bassist currently wasn’t handling the situation too well, actually not well at all. However, he was going to go to sleep, or pretend to do as much, an the following morning he would simply blame tiredness for having made him so touchy.

Finally clothed in his shorts and T-shirt, he had one foot into his bed, when Hiroto rushed out of the bathroom, still dry and clothed. Saga speechlessly stared at the younger's flustered features, whom was silently standing in the middle of the room, facing the bassist, but seemingly looking elsewhere in nervousness.

“Saw a roach in the bath? ...” spontaneously teased the bassist, surprising himself with his last minute random not awkward moment.

“Can we talk? ...” blurted out the blond, completely ignoring the bassist attempt at hilarity.

Can we not? Instantly thought Saga, he uncomfortably sat on his bed “what's wrong?” he then attempted to ask sounding as calm as possible, but he could feel that his own face was presently giving him away rather blatantly.

“I don't know, is something wrong?” sharply retorted the blond, trying his best to look at the bassist, but failing miserably after every five seconds of prolonged eye-contacts.

“There's nothing wron-” tried to reassure the bassist but he was cut off by the younger.

“No something is obviously wrong” he plainly and seriously stated, his gaze this time firmly fixed on Saga, whom was the one to then brake his gaze away “Being around you doesn't feel the same anymore, its like … something has changed” tried to explain the guitarist but was interjected by a low retort from the elder.

“People change”

“Well fuck!” matter-of-factly exclaimed the blond “... too bad you only seem to be doing that with me!” he then added, sounding incredibly over-emotional at which Saga mistakenly decided to keep his peace. Stupid mistake. “... perhaps we should switch room with someone else ...” suggested the blond, as he walked to his bed beginning to gather his belongings.

Saga simply stayed unmoving sitting on his bed, silently staring at the younger. He was so aggravated, he couldn't understand how had he manged to screw up everything so quickly and so badly. Moreover, knowing without a doubt that Hiroto was directed towards Tora's room, was making him want to suddenly scream and just break everything around himself. Yet he did nothing. Just sat there, his frustration blinding his heart, his mind, everything, and allowing spite to take over.

“Good, cause I almost did myself before we even got to the hotel ...” harshly remarked the bassist, as Hiroto remained silent, simply increasing the speed with which he shoved his belongings into his bags “... Tora's room is three doors down” he then lowly pointed out.

“Fuck you ...” exasperatedly expressed the younger, as he slammed the door closed on his way out.

Desperately biting down on his lip, Saga felt tears trying to make their way out, but he wouldn't let them. No matter how comforting he felt it would have let him feel at the moment, he needed to keep some sort of sense of himself. For what though? So that he could properly commiserate himself? So that he could realize just how much he'd truly screwed up this time? So that he could be well aware of the fact that he had indeed made cry the one person he kept struggling not to, again, because even though Hiroto hadn't cried while still in the room, he knew for a fact that as soon as he'd hit the brunette’s room, he'd burst into tears.

Saga had no idea for how long he stayed immobile staring at his own leg. They were starting to feel rather numb though, and wouldn't have it been fantastic if excessive stillness could also numb a heart as quickly? Maybe he should just "man up" and cry. Not too much after having finally decided to cry his frustration out, the bassist was snapped to reality when Nao nonchalantly walked into his room, and without saying a word, or even acknowledging his presence, he got into the bed in which Hiroto was supposed to have slept, and instantly dozed off. A even a second later, Tora was standing at the room's threshold shaking his head at the image of their slumbering drummer.

“I told him I was going to inform manager-san of the change of rooms ...” collectedly explained Tora, as he calmly walked in, looking around the bassist room as if he were an appraiser “... and Nao … well …” he vaguely dismissed, hinting his head at the sleeping figure “... right now, as the world could guess, he is crying …” he then expressed in a tone of voice, which Saga couldn't quite comprehend whether annoyance or simply tiredness.

“And you are here because? ...” unnervingly inquired the bassist, observing the taller guitarist, standing now in front of the window randomly staring outside of it.

“Dude …” exasperatedly sighed the tall brunette, following a few seconds of silence “... the two of you have finally done it. You've finally got on my nerves, and you should know this by now, I am very patient ...” pointed out the guitarist, after which he slowly inhaled and exhaled “... so before I snap, cause it might happen, I now need you to get off your ass, and go talk shit out with Hiroto” he coolly began to instruct, while comfortably sitting on the bassist bed, keeping his back at him, as he kept staring outside of the window “And I know this will sound over-condescending given at how it is also taking me forever with Shou ... but fuck dude, at least I am handling it much better than you with Hiroto ...way better …” observed the taller, pausing to turn and look at a suddenly slow-mind and extremely embarrassed feeling bassists, whom could swear had never caught on any indication that their guitarist had been savoring such kind of interest for their vocalist.

“Now, he has never "said" why he is so bothered by your dumbness, and no Sagacchi, every time he comes over there is no naked showering together, or any of all the thing your idiotically-sprung mind might have cooked-up ...” teasingly informed the guitarist “all he does is mumble out incomprehensible stuff while crying, so I can't even hundred percent tell you something such as "Dude he is totally into you go for it!" … but, really now?” expressed Tora, raising-up an eyebrow at the bassist with an entirely unamused look on his face.

“What are you trying to say? ...” nervously snickered the bassist, whose heart began an instant furious beat. He couldn't even conceive the general notion that perhaps that Hiroto could … that that Hiroto could also … that that that Hiroto could also be-

“Oi oi oi! snap out of it ...” snappily called the guitarist randomly hitting the bassist all over his head, while Saga played along trying to protect himself “... besides, I am tired of having to explain to Shou that I have no fucking clue why "thing 1" always chooses to come to me whenever "thing 2" does something to him, it is seriously hindering my game man.” amicably smiled the guitarist, as Saga flashed him an apologetic grin.

“When did you notice? ...” hesitantly inquired the bassist “... about me and ...” added the bassist, stopping his sentence midway, suddenly feeling like he was back in middle school.

“Around the same time you should have realized that I feel the same way for Shou ...” coolly expressed the guitarist, as he unconcernedly got under the covers of Saga's bed, placing his head on the pillow, and getting comfortable, as he closed his eyes, while pushing himself against the bassist “... from the beginning Saga, the beginning” resignedly whispered the guitarist, finally receiving an "A~" in reply from the bassist “now go, dash to the rescue, fly like the wind ... I am sure you know where my room is ...” ordered the brunette in a feign haughty tone, his eyes still closed, as he pushed the bassist off the bed, while amusingly smirking “... night”.

Finding himself suddenly kicked out of his own room, Saga deeply sighed to himself and without even thinking walked himself towards Tora's room. Once in front of the room, he fidgeted with his fingers, his feet, and any other fidgetable part of his body for a good five minutes, after which he randomly began to jump on his feet alternatively as if he was getting ready to play in the final match of a soccer world cup. He had a half-mind to also begin stretching, or push-up, but he decided that there was a limit to how much cowardly a person could be. Thus, forcefully swallowing, he opened the door, and got inside.

The blond was laying face down loudly sobbing on the pillow belonging to the bed closest to the window. Until that very moment Saga did not know how to picture a crying Hiroto, and now he perfectly understood why. Gingerly walking towards the bed, he silently sat down, his heart falling apart, as he watched his beloved doing as well before his eyes.

Saga carefully sat besides the blond, not quite knowing how to begin, what to say, what to do, but as he finally decided that a conventional "Hey" would do it, the blond swiftly wrapped himself around his torso, and proceeded crying on him. Keeping his arms up and away from the blond's body, Saga's heart began to frantically beat, as the guitarist kept tightening his grip.

“I don't know what to do ...” lowly mumbled the blond “... it really hurts, and I know I know I know that I shouldn't give anything about someone who doesn't give anything about me, but I just can't” animatedly sobbed the blond, choking on his last words, as Saga silently listened in utter shock and almost trembling in realization that Tora might have indeed be right. Placing a slightly shaky hand on the blond's back, the bassist then began to try and soothingly stroke it, which made the younger slowly cease crying, and diminish his sobbing “... I like him Tora-shi, I like him that way ...” he then humbly professed, at which Saga's stroke instantly halted “... I like him so much” he added, newly tightening his embrace around the bassist torso “... so why why why do you think he hates me?” he then forlornly inquired.

“I couldn't hate you even if I tried ...” softly proclaimed the bassist in a slightly trembling voice, which made the blond's body instantly freeze, quickly unwrap himself from his, and stare right back at him in speechless horror“... I … I am so happy right now, I think I could to faint” nervously laughed the bassist.

“H-happy? ...” confusedly stuttered the blond, as he swiftly did his best to dry off his tears.

“Yeah ...” promptly snickered the elder “... I mean, how many times do you get to hear such words from the person you love” he serenely admitted, as Hiroto silently stared at him wide-eyed, while incredulously pointing at himself “... no not you ... I am talking about the sexy brunette behind your back, yeah the tall slender one over there-” tenderly joked the bassist, using his index finger to point at a random spot behind Hiroto, whom sniffed and snickered while playfully slapping away the bassist finger “... who else?” composedly added the bassist, while scooting closer.

“Really? ...” lowly inquired the blond, as he gingerly scooted closer as well.

“... Really” Saga whispered, while their heads synchronously leaned forward, their lips softly and languidly felt each other, and slightly separated again.

“Really really? …” cutely inquired the guitarist, making the elder snicker; Hiroto was just too cute.

“... Really really really” affirmed the bassist, as their mouths locked again, this time in a quicker, almost urgently, while Hiroto's arms locked around the bassist neck, and Saga's hands found their way on the blond's waist. Their kiss rapidly became hungrier, as Hiroto got on his knees placing himself between the bassist's legs, his lips pushing harder on Saga's lips from his new position, while his knee accidentally pushed on his crotch, making him lowly groan.

“... Sorry” dazedly whispered the guitarist, while they separated, and stayed speechlessly breathless, staring into each other's eyes, seemingly having the same thought processes speeding through their minds at the same time Maybe we are going too fast … but I'm so fucking horny ... maybe this is too soon ... he'll think am a slut ... maybe we should wai-

“Oh fuck it ...” huskily declared Saga, and almost instantly Hiroto swiftly got read of his own shirt and lowered to practically bite on the elder's lip.

“Yeah fuck it ...” lewdly hissed the younger “... fuck me” he added, shoving his tongue down the bassist mouth, whom loudly moaned, readily tangling his wet muscle around the welcomed intruder, while struggling, with Hiroto's belt.

Thirstily lowering under Saga's jawline, Hiroto lavishly and slowly lick up that side of his neck, beginning to then suck over the wet spot, placing on hand on the other side of the elder's song, while easily getting rid of his own jeans with his other hand in aid of the bassist, whom was positively shocked by and completely enjoying this almost kinky side of the younger.

The elder swiftly got read of his T-shirt and shorts, allowing the blond to then lower his attentions on his torso, where he stopped as soon as he reach his left nipple, which he teasingly pulled with his teeth, while rubbing on the other one with his right hand, all the while looking up at him. Saga could have come right there and then.

Stopping his attention over the bassist nipple's , the blond kept his decent, and stopped over his clad in tight black boxers manhood. He grazed the palm of his hand directly over the shaft, and slowly began to stroke it applying more and more pressure, making the bassist satisfyingly moan into the blond's mouth, whom had raised to kiss him, while keeping his stroking hand on-going.

“You are ...” weakly spoke Saga “... way too good at this … I never … would have even thought you actually would have been as sexy in bed, as on stage ...” expressed the bassist, eagerly capturing the guitarist lightly smirking lips in-between words “... I figured that one had to give” he concluded, as Hiroto's hand was forced to stop, when the bassist, promptly had him lay on his back, and followed on top, lightly spreading the yougner's legs, and placing himself between them.

“You could say that the stage was all in preparation for this-” pointed out the younger, soon after almost sluttishly moaning, when the elder began to create friction between their still clothed erection “... and … and we had way to many lives ... with no reward following ...” torpidly hissed the blond, aggressively positioning his hand behind Saga's neck, and forcefully pulling him down for another lip fight, all along the elder fiercely continuing his upwards and downwards movements of his lower-half “... I'm really so horny Saga ...” then purred the blond “... I have been waiting for this for so long … I can't think of a single thing I hadn't had you do to me in my mind” he indecently whispered into the bassist ear, and that was it. Fuck control, it was finally time for him to make his entrance on stage.

Saga carefully released himself from Hiroto's grip, and stood on his knees, keeping a rather depraved expression trained on the younger, whom stared back lightly biting a side of his lower lip, while the bassist sensually go rid of his own boxers, and soon after proceeded to slid off Hiroto's as well, making them now both stark naked, one laying with parted legs, and the other still on his knees. Saga then lowered between the younger's legs, while still keeping his gaze on him “... ever wondered how my bass felt every time I licked it?” he sensually asked.

“Yes ...” fascinatingly whispered the younger, instinctively spreading his legs wider, as the elder stuck out his tongue in full view, and leisurely brought the to the base of the younger's hot member from which he lapped it all the way up to the tip, in the same manner he'd so many times done with the neck of his base “... again ...” lowly groaned the younger, as the elder gladly complied, repeatedly licking over the younger's erection “... more ...” requested Hiroto, as which Saga placed both his hands on his buttocks, slightly raising it up, so that he could reach the younger's entrance, which his tongue began to circle, and without any warning, he pierced through.

Hiroto, shoved one hand into Saga's hair and while biting the tip of his thumb with the other, doing his best to keep his moans as low as possible, but almost failing miserably, as the elder continued messing around with his entrance, first a finger, then two, in, out, scissoring, expanding “... fuck ...” suddenly muttered the bassist in a concerned voice, stopping his finger-thrusting, as Hiroto quickly lifted his head to inquisitively stare at him “... you … don't happen to have a condom do you? ...” he tentatively questioned.

Without saying a word, Hiroto speedily reached for his jeans, as Saga pulled away from the younger's entrance, amusingly observing as the blond frantically searched all his pockets, until he finally produced a small flat squared object “... I always carry one ...” explained the blond “... it's a different one every time!” quickly precised the blond with an alarming expression, while the bassist took the condom with a fond smile “... always thinking to myself "you never know" ...” he kept bashfully blubbering.

“Why are you blushing now, when I have been finger-fucking you for the past, I don't know how long, and showed not a sign of coyness ...” whispered the bassist int the blond's ear, as he wore the condom “... now turn around ...” huskily ordered the bassist in a whisper, as the blond eagerly did as told, a tinge of shyness still lingering on his cheeks “... hold the bed-board, and spread your legs ...” kept whispering the Saga from behind, as Hiroto kept abiding. Thus, both on their knees with the elder behind the younger, Saga leisurely grazed his erection between the younger's butt-cheeks, and once satisfied, he finally placed it at Hiroto's entrance, and slowly pushed, while biting on the blond's neck, whom unresistingly moaned.

“Saga ...” lowly groaned the blond, as he tightly held himself on the bed-board, his head effortlessly hanging low as the elder lifted himself form the younger's neck, and began to smooth both his hands up and down his entire back, finally stopping just above his ass, where he moved his hands a bit to the side to firmly grab his waist.

“Here it goes ...” haughtily announced Saga, as he leisurely pulled out once “... yes ...” he gratifyingly groaned to himself, waves of pleasure soaking his entire body, making him feel like he knew he would have, if not even better, as his thrusts began to increase in speed.

“Ha … harder ...” cravingly called Hiroto, while he leaned his back on Saga's torso with his neck placed on his shoulder, as he turned his head sideways in order to open-mouthedly kiss the bassist, whom sensually slowed his movement, to then resumed harder and faster once the younger had newly grabbed the bedpost “ah … nnh … f- ...fuck …” kept mewling Hiroto, once Saga circled his arm forward to grab the younger's erection and begin to pump it in time with his thrusts “I'm going to come I'm gonna come I'm gonna come” Hiroto repeatedly announced, as Saga kept vigorously pounding inside him, waiting for the one very moment “I'm gon-” lastly half-groaned the guitarist, his head freely pushing backwards, just as Saga had always imagined him to, just as he hoped he would. Needless to say, the sight also pushed him over the edge.

Both dropping over the bedposts, heavily panting on top of each other, Saga meekly grazed his lips over the blond hair, basking in the moment of his first time with the boy of his dream, which he still couldn’t quite believe, but as he listened to Hiroto's calming down breath beneath himself, it was a reality that was slowly and gladly starting to kick in. And it felt amazing, to love and be loved back, was simply amazing.

“So ...” then spoke the younger, turning around and pushing them down on the bed “... can we now finally go and save our natural resources together?” he innocently inquired, while intertwining his fingers with the bassist, whom merely snickered “... no?” pouted the younger.

“Yeah why not ...” replied the bassist, quickly pecking him on the lips as he got up and off the bed, walking towards the bathroom with Hiroto in toe “... feel like a jacuzzi, or even just a bath you know ...” he observed, dejectedly staring at the shower, as Hiroto tenderly wrapped himself around the bassist from behind, hugging him as if he were a teddy bear “... where we could soak, take our time … make love again ...” he vaguely pointed out, Hiroto nodding in agreement, and as they entered the shower together, Saga couldn't help but lightly snicker at the sudden new and improved version of his own mental product; maybe he really should patent it.

“Basu-Beddo! Need a place where to have slick and steamy make-up sex? Your unwanted guest has suddenly turned into a boiling-hot friend-with-benefits? Did you finally grow balls that allowed you to confess to your now not-so-much-unrequited love anymore? Basu-Beddo is STILL just what you need!”

*shinkansen = Bullet Train

AN: Hey there, I was working on a much darker, and heavy one-shot, so I need a little break from that one, and this was what came out (plus I have just been dying to write some Saga-Hiroto really … they are also in that other one shot I was working on, which I am hoping to finish really soon …) Okay well hope you enjoyed it~!

Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-