Untitled - MiA x Meto - OneShot
Title: Untitled
Chapters: One-shot
Rating: NC-17
Band: Mejibray
Pairing: MiA x Meto
Summary: such hard work. much frustration....
Notes: Written at random for my lovely friend~ Suddenly she gave me a bit of inspiration and for a moment or two I can write something that's not complete shit....
They were finishing up with practice, and it was hot in the sound proofed room. Everyone’s clothes were sticking to their skin and at least a dozen empty plastic water bottles were in a little pile on top of a large amp. Tsuzuku, not having much to pack up, was the first to leave. Koichi followed shortly after, not really bothering with putting up the cords in the case, and instead laid them on the floor next to his bass. They had another day of practice tomorrow, so what would be the point in putting them away?
The drummer took it upon himself to grab a takeaway bag and began to gather up the empty water bottles for recycling in the morning. The sound of a thud, rolling plastic, and a curse caused MiA to raise his head from tweaking notes on a new guitar solo. He stifled a giggle when he saw the drummer detangling his foot from Koichi’s cords, plastic bottles scattered all over the floor.
“Are you alright?” the guitarist inquired. Meto looked up from under a pale blue fringe of hair covering one eye and huffed, tossing the cord away from him. MiA set his pen and guitar aside with a sigh. He knew the younger member was tired, as before they started practice, Meto had mentioned he’d not gotten much sleep the night before. MiA walked over to the sitting drummer and began picking up the scattered water bottles. “I’ll take care of these, ok? You go home and get some rest. You’ve worked hard today.” The drummer gave a nod and MiA walked back to the table to continue with his solo. Suddenly, it was difficult to concentrate, and MiA was all-too aware that he and Meto were the only two in the studio. It was usual for MiA to stay behind and lock the place up.
“You should take a break, too.” The drummer’s voice was closer than MiA realized, and he jolted in his chair, dropping his pencil. He looked up to find Meto right in front of him, leaning his hands on his knees so he was at eye-level with the guitarist.
MiA bent down to retrieve his pencil. “Ah, I’m not so worn out. You move around more than the rest of us. So, you need to rest the most.” He looked down at his notes, attempting to busy himself as distraction from the drummer.
“You’re always worrying over me. I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”
MiA raised his head at the words, shocked by the hurt in them. “I didn’t mean…” But Meto was already turning the corner into a doorway leading into the back room. MiA stayed in his seat for a moment, contemplating.
It was not long after Meto joined the band that the guitarist had begun to feel drawn to the strange drummer. He had plenty of friends with facial piercings and strange antics, but this newbie was something different, and every new and shocking tattoo, piercing, hair style, only seemed to strengthen the pull MiA felt towards him. Was it only his uniqueness that drew MiA? Or perhaps it was how the small drummer had taken interest in playing guitar, and frequently asked MiA to show him how to play? And, though it annoyed MiA to no end, whenever his fellow members would tease him while napping on a set, it was always Meto who had the biggest smile. Every time that smile appeared, MiA’s heart would skip a beat or two. What was it with this kid?
Letting out a hard sigh, MiA tossed his pencil on the table and got up to follow the sleepy drummer into the back room. “Meto, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
MiA’s breath was suddenly caught in his throat as a hand pushed him backwards against a wall as soon as he entered the room. Meto was standing before him, dangerously close. He certainly looked tired. What the hell…
“Meto, wh-what are you-”
“Shut up.” The drummer leaned in close, putting his nose close to MiA’s ear, and took a deep breath in, as if he were inhaling the elder’s scent. Small but strong hands moved to MiA’s sides and squeezed lightly, feeling the firmness beneath the thin t-shirt. Abdominal muscles tensed and the drummer chuckled. He looked up at MiA, and there it was: that award-winning smile. However, the look in his eyes was a bit more… lusty? “I may be the youngest, but I’m not stupid.”
“I never thought you were stupid-”
“No, but…” Meto pressed himself against MiA, who had to bite his lip to hold in a moan. How many times had he fantasized about being so close to the drummer? “I’ve seen the way you look at me.” The guitarist lowered his eyes.
“If you’re only playing with me, you can let go right now.” MiA didn’t want to admit to anything, not now. Not if Meto was only joking around with him; he’d safe-guarded his heart this long already. However, that hard heat against his thigh… Oh shit, Meto could feel his for sure. As if reading his mind, the drummer pushed a knee between his thighs.
“Does it feel like I’m playing with you?” The drummer’s breath was hot against his neck. MiA bit his lip again, close to drawing blood this time. “You can touch me, too, you know.”
Oh god this was too much… But what the hell.
MiA threw caution to the wind and allowed his arms to encircle the smaller man. Yes, he was a man now, wasn’t he? Pulling him closer, he dipped his face into the drummer’s neck, breathing in his scent. Meto was always the one to get the most sweaty and gross when they played, but, right now, MiA couldn’t care less. He’d longed to taste that perfect creamy throat. Tentatively, MiA let his tongue slip out and draw a quick wet line on the drummer’s skin. He tasted like sweat and sex and something distinctly Meto. The action brought a moan from the smaller man, and that only encouraged the guitarist.
MiA moved a hand to hold the other side of Meto’s throat while he pressed his lips to flesh over and over, each kiss increasing in pressure. Both mens’ breathing was becoming more ragged. Hands began to roam desperately, picking at buttons and feeling for skin beneath shirts.
Without remembering how it happened, suddenly, Meto was on his knees and MiA’s jeans were unzipped and open. Meto grabbed hold of his cock and gave it one slow stroke.
“Mmmm… You want me, don’t you, MiA?” The drummer breathed against the shaft, sending delicious shivers up MiA’s spine.
“...Yes…” MiA grunted as Meto’s tongue snaked out and licked the head like a lollipop.
“MiA?”
“Yes.. Yes I want you...”
MiA! His voice was becoming distant… MiA!...Suddenly, MiA could barely feel the warmth of Meto’s mouth as he took his cock between his lips. He was… MiA!...slipping away…
“MiA wake up.” Meto’s voice became clearer as the guitarist slowly raised his head and blinked away the blurry remnants of the dream… Dammit. “Everyone is already gone. You should get home and rest instead of falling asleep on your notes.”
“I… fell asleep…” MiA still could not believe he’d just had that kind of dream of the drummer. “Sorry…” He eased himself to stand. When had he fallen asleep?
“You um… might want to take care of something before you go stepping into public, though.” Meto said with a cheeky grin. MiA looked down and… oh hell… There was no way Meto was going to let him forget this. Falling asleep in the studio while working, and wake up to a massive tent in your jeans. Wonderful. MiA slowly looked up, meeting the gaze of the drummer, who kept eye contact for a half a second too long before turning away and grabbing his bag.
“I’ll be leaving now. See you tomorrow.” With that, the guitarist was left by himself in the studio. Looking down again, he was indeed in a dilemma… Time for a restroom break.
Chapters: One-shot
Rating: NC-17
Band: Mejibray
Pairing: MiA x Meto
Summary: such hard work. much frustration....
Notes: Written at random for my lovely friend~ Suddenly she gave me a bit of inspiration and for a moment or two I can write something that's not complete shit....
They were finishing up with practice, and it was hot in the sound proofed room. Everyone’s clothes were sticking to their skin and at least a dozen empty plastic water bottles were in a little pile on top of a large amp. Tsuzuku, not having much to pack up, was the first to leave. Koichi followed shortly after, not really bothering with putting up the cords in the case, and instead laid them on the floor next to his bass. They had another day of practice tomorrow, so what would be the point in putting them away?
The drummer took it upon himself to grab a takeaway bag and began to gather up the empty water bottles for recycling in the morning. The sound of a thud, rolling plastic, and a curse caused MiA to raise his head from tweaking notes on a new guitar solo. He stifled a giggle when he saw the drummer detangling his foot from Koichi’s cords, plastic bottles scattered all over the floor.
“Are you alright?” the guitarist inquired. Meto looked up from under a pale blue fringe of hair covering one eye and huffed, tossing the cord away from him. MiA set his pen and guitar aside with a sigh. He knew the younger member was tired, as before they started practice, Meto had mentioned he’d not gotten much sleep the night before. MiA walked over to the sitting drummer and began picking up the scattered water bottles. “I’ll take care of these, ok? You go home and get some rest. You’ve worked hard today.” The drummer gave a nod and MiA walked back to the table to continue with his solo. Suddenly, it was difficult to concentrate, and MiA was all-too aware that he and Meto were the only two in the studio. It was usual for MiA to stay behind and lock the place up.
“You should take a break, too.” The drummer’s voice was closer than MiA realized, and he jolted in his chair, dropping his pencil. He looked up to find Meto right in front of him, leaning his hands on his knees so he was at eye-level with the guitarist.
MiA bent down to retrieve his pencil. “Ah, I’m not so worn out. You move around more than the rest of us. So, you need to rest the most.” He looked down at his notes, attempting to busy himself as distraction from the drummer.
“You’re always worrying over me. I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”
MiA raised his head at the words, shocked by the hurt in them. “I didn’t mean…” But Meto was already turning the corner into a doorway leading into the back room. MiA stayed in his seat for a moment, contemplating.
It was not long after Meto joined the band that the guitarist had begun to feel drawn to the strange drummer. He had plenty of friends with facial piercings and strange antics, but this newbie was something different, and every new and shocking tattoo, piercing, hair style, only seemed to strengthen the pull MiA felt towards him. Was it only his uniqueness that drew MiA? Or perhaps it was how the small drummer had taken interest in playing guitar, and frequently asked MiA to show him how to play? And, though it annoyed MiA to no end, whenever his fellow members would tease him while napping on a set, it was always Meto who had the biggest smile. Every time that smile appeared, MiA’s heart would skip a beat or two. What was it with this kid?
Letting out a hard sigh, MiA tossed his pencil on the table and got up to follow the sleepy drummer into the back room. “Meto, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
MiA’s breath was suddenly caught in his throat as a hand pushed him backwards against a wall as soon as he entered the room. Meto was standing before him, dangerously close. He certainly looked tired. What the hell…
“Meto, wh-what are you-”
“Shut up.” The drummer leaned in close, putting his nose close to MiA’s ear, and took a deep breath in, as if he were inhaling the elder’s scent. Small but strong hands moved to MiA’s sides and squeezed lightly, feeling the firmness beneath the thin t-shirt. Abdominal muscles tensed and the drummer chuckled. He looked up at MiA, and there it was: that award-winning smile. However, the look in his eyes was a bit more… lusty? “I may be the youngest, but I’m not stupid.”
“I never thought you were stupid-”
“No, but…” Meto pressed himself against MiA, who had to bite his lip to hold in a moan. How many times had he fantasized about being so close to the drummer? “I’ve seen the way you look at me.” The guitarist lowered his eyes.
“If you’re only playing with me, you can let go right now.” MiA didn’t want to admit to anything, not now. Not if Meto was only joking around with him; he’d safe-guarded his heart this long already. However, that hard heat against his thigh… Oh shit, Meto could feel his for sure. As if reading his mind, the drummer pushed a knee between his thighs.
“Does it feel like I’m playing with you?” The drummer’s breath was hot against his neck. MiA bit his lip again, close to drawing blood this time. “You can touch me, too, you know.”
Oh god this was too much… But what the hell.
MiA threw caution to the wind and allowed his arms to encircle the smaller man. Yes, he was a man now, wasn’t he? Pulling him closer, he dipped his face into the drummer’s neck, breathing in his scent. Meto was always the one to get the most sweaty and gross when they played, but, right now, MiA couldn’t care less. He’d longed to taste that perfect creamy throat. Tentatively, MiA let his tongue slip out and draw a quick wet line on the drummer’s skin. He tasted like sweat and sex and something distinctly Meto. The action brought a moan from the smaller man, and that only encouraged the guitarist.
MiA moved a hand to hold the other side of Meto’s throat while he pressed his lips to flesh over and over, each kiss increasing in pressure. Both mens’ breathing was becoming more ragged. Hands began to roam desperately, picking at buttons and feeling for skin beneath shirts.
Without remembering how it happened, suddenly, Meto was on his knees and MiA’s jeans were unzipped and open. Meto grabbed hold of his cock and gave it one slow stroke.
“Mmmm… You want me, don’t you, MiA?” The drummer breathed against the shaft, sending delicious shivers up MiA’s spine.
“...Yes…” MiA grunted as Meto’s tongue snaked out and licked the head like a lollipop.
“MiA?”
“Yes.. Yes I want you...”
MiA! His voice was becoming distant… MiA!...Suddenly, MiA could barely feel the warmth of Meto’s mouth as he took his cock between his lips. He was… MiA!...slipping away…
“MiA wake up.” Meto’s voice became clearer as the guitarist slowly raised his head and blinked away the blurry remnants of the dream… Dammit. “Everyone is already gone. You should get home and rest instead of falling asleep on your notes.”
“I… fell asleep…” MiA still could not believe he’d just had that kind of dream of the drummer. “Sorry…” He eased himself to stand. When had he fallen asleep?
“You um… might want to take care of something before you go stepping into public, though.” Meto said with a cheeky grin. MiA looked down and… oh hell… There was no way Meto was going to let him forget this. Falling asleep in the studio while working, and wake up to a massive tent in your jeans. Wonderful. MiA slowly looked up, meeting the gaze of the drummer, who kept eye contact for a half a second too long before turning away and grabbing his bag.
“I’ll be leaving now. See you tomorrow.” With that, the guitarist was left by himself in the studio. Looking down again, he was indeed in a dilemma… Time for a restroom break.