Dir en grey/Sadie - Kyo/Mao - The Two Sides of Fame - 2/2
Title: The Two Sides of Fame
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Romance/Smut/Angst
Bands: Dir en grey, サディ (Sadie)
Pairings: Kyo x Mao
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and masturbation
Summary: Kyo teaches Mao some valuable lessons about fame.
Notes: Written for majutsu_soujiko for the the Kyo x "Anyone" Challenge. She purposely wanted me to write something that was left wide open with the hopes I wouldn't be able to resist and I'd have to write a second part. She wins, because I am indeed writing two parts to this one. >_>
Part 1
Part 2
It had been no more than three weeks and five days, and Mao still hadn’t been back to Kyo’s apartment. Technically he had, but every time something had stopped him from going up to the door. Either Kyo’s car wasn’t there, or there was an extra car there, or he just chickened out and ran off before Kyo could look out the window and see him. Of course, the few times he’d gathered the courage to go ring the doorbell, no one had answered. There was only one time someone answered, and before the door opened he dove behind a nearby bush because he felt a sudden rush of panic. Kyo had opened the door and stepped out for a moment, looking around curiously, and even a little suspiciously. He’d shrugged and gone back in, leaving Mao to both heave a sigh of relief, and mentally kick himself for being such a moron.
Still, he thought every day on their encounter. His band mates were noticing a difference in his composure, and they decided to talk about it one morning at practice. He was smiling to himself as he set up the microphone, his mind slipping off into one of its usual daydreams. He felt a tap on his shoulder, so he turned around to find Aki standing there with his arms crossed over his chest; the others were all standing guiltily behind him. “What?” He asked simply.
Aki cleared his throat and glanced back at his band mates before giving Mao a smile. “Well, we just wanted to ask you something, Mao-kun.”
“Did you get laid recently?” Piped Mizuki.
Kei stifled a giggle, so they all started to laugh. Mao glared around at his friends. “No, and even if I did, why would I tell you guys? That’s a private matter!”
“That’s not the question I had in mind,” Aki said, glancing at his band mates once again. “Erm… Actually, we’re wondering if you’ve met someone. You seem really…happy lately, or something. It’s not a bad thing, but we’re just curious about what caused this change.”
“Even if it’s a good change, we like to know these things about you, Mao-kun,” Tsurugi added. “I mean, we’re friends as well as band mates!”
The others nodded in agreement. Mao swallowed, feeling as though he was in the spotlight. He had to tell them, didn’t he? His heart leaped at the thought of finally telling someone about the kiss he’d shared with his idol! However, just then a man came into the practice room and announced, “Mao-san, there’s someone on the phone for you.”
His band mates all exchanged glances that seemed to say distinctly, “We knew it; he’s got a girlfriend!” He sent them all a practiced glare before hurrying out of the room, wondering who was calling him. There was a special little room he could go into so there wouldn’t be a bunch of people around to hear him, so he thanked the man and disappeared inside the phone booth. He picked up the phone and cleared his throat before pressing it to his ear. “Hi, this is Mao.”
“Mao-kun, hey, it’s Kyo.”
Mao felt his heart beat speed up dramatically. “Oh, hey, Kyo-san! How are you?” He smacked himself in the face; what was with the formality?
“I’m actually feeling pretty good today. How are you?”
“Never better!” Another smack to the forehead. “Actually, I was thinking about you a few minutes ago.” Well, it wasn’t a lie…
“That’s ironic because I was thinking about you, too.”
Mao’s heart leapt. “You were?”
“Yep. We were watching some television because we were bored, and your PV came on. We all liked it, and although I didn’t tell any of my band mates of course, I thought you looked pretty damn fine in it.”
Suddenly it felt hot and stifling in the little phone room. Mao tugged at the collar of his shirt, wondering why he was wearing a jacket over it. “You did?”
“I did. So then I kept thinking…well, don’t think little of me for this, Mao-kun, but I kept thinking of all the naughty things I could do to you.”
Rather than thinking little of Kyo, Mao was thinking of his rumored big dick, and how it would feel if he- “Oh, Kyo-san,” he half whispered, sitting down on the single chair that was in the small room.
Kyo laughed on the other end; he sounded a little nervous. “Yeah…but I probably shouldn’t have said that. It’s a little inappropriate, isn’t it? Anyway, I couldn’t wait for you to come by since you haven’t… And I was wondering if I scared you off or something?”
Mao shook his head, very wary of the fact that his free hand was undoing his belt in order to get inside his pants and grip his hardening length. It was easy enough to masturbate while watching Dir en grey lives or PVs, but with Kyo’s voice sounding so sultry and sexy on the other end of a phone line? Well, that was even worse.
“Mao-kun? You still there?”
Mao started, realizing Kyo couldn’t see him shake his head. “Oh! Kyo-san, no, of course you didn’t scare me off. I just don’t want to impose…I never know when you’re busy and when you aren’t.” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started to slowly move his hand up and down.
“Ah, I see. That does make sense…I’m really busy most of the time. I’m not busy this weekend, though, so would you want to come over on Friday night? I could come pick you up, too, if that makes things easier.”
Mao’s breathing was starting to intensify. He swallowed, wondering why he was jerking himself off while on the phone with the other man… After all, he still had to talk or it wouldn’t be a phone conversation. “Tha-that would be great,” he said breathlessly.
“Is everything okay?”
Mao’s hand was moving faster, whether he wanted it to or not. He was already getting close thanks to the power of his imagination, so it would be impossible to stop. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice a little more high-pitched than normal. Unfortunately, at that moment he made a squeaking sound in an attempt to keep himself from moaning.
“Mao-kun, what are you doing?” The tone of Kyo’s voice was stern, as though daring Mao not to answer or to tell a lie.
Mao wondered what would happen if he told the truth… He decided not to consider the consequences and said blatantly, “Jerking off.”
There was a moment of stunned silence, during which Mao nearly dropped the phone as he leaned his head back against the wall. At last Kyo’s voice filled his ear again: “Then let me hear you moan.”
He did moan; he couldn’t help it after hearing Kyo’s husky voice on the other end. “I-I had to,” he panted. “Your voice-“ He groaned; his hips were starting to move, meeting with his hand. Rather, it was Kyo’s hand, in the scenario he imagined…
“Mm,” Kyo said. “Is it my hand on your cock, Mao-kun?”
“Nn-hai,” Mao breathed out.
“Then I’m stroking you faster. I want to hear you nice and loud when you come…and I want to hear my name.”
Mao was so close… He did move his hand faster, ignoring the cramp that was forming in his forearm. He could almost really believe Kyo was in the booth with him, bringing him to release. It happened very suddenly after that; with a burst of white light, he was shaken with orgasm, moaning out Kyo’s name loudly, without concern of what a passerby might think.
The phone fell to the floor, and he scrambled to pick it up. “Kyo-san,” he said simply, unsure of what else there was to say.
“I’ll pick you up at seven on Friday night,” Kyo said softly.
There was a click from the other man hanging up, and then Mao set the phone back on the receiver. He grinned and grabbed a tissue from a nearby box, hurriedly wiping off his hand and dick, and cleaning up whatever had fallen on the floor. When he left the phone booth his band mates were more curious than ever, but he refused to say anything to them. He almost told them in an impetuous fit of glee, but changed his mind. He would ask Kyo when he saw him Friday night. After all, if they were going to start a relationship or something, they would talk about it then… He almost squeaked with excitement. Him in a relationship with Kyo! It was like his most wildest dream come true!
* * * * *
Friday night Mao was practically on pins and needles as he waited for Kyo to arrive. When he finally felt he was dressed okay, he sat himself in front of the window and peeked out between the curtains, watching for Kyo’s car. When seven came and went he began to panic; would Kyo actually stand him up? Of course, it was only five minutes later that the car pulled up, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He darted out the door just as Kyo stepped out of the car. He removed his sunglasses (the sun was setting), and gave Mao a curious expression. “I’m sorry, were you waiting long?”
Mao shook his head and gave Kyo a grin. “No, I just thought I should be ready.”
Kyo smiled and they both got inside the car. As Kyo headed onto the road, Mao looked over at him. He looked really good in his usual pair of tight jeans, and a small tee shirt. Mao found his gaze traveling over to the older man’s bicep, which was flexing as he turned the steering wheel. “You look amazing, Kyo-san,” he said.
Kyo looked over at him, sunglasses back in place. “So do you, Mao-kun.”
They were quiet the rest of the way, but the sexual tension in the car was so thick, Mao could feel it.
When they arrived at Kyo’s apartment, he took off his shoes, set his keys and sunglasses on an end table, and then faced Mao with his hands in his pockets. “Well, what do you want to do? I can make some dinner or we can watch a movie or we can go out somewhere, if you like.”
Mao knew what he wanted to do, and he had a feeling Kyo wanted to do it, too. As soon as he’d taken his shoes off he practically pounced on Kyo, flinging his arms around his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth. Kyo was certainly taken by surprise, but he recovered from the shock quickly, his hands coming out of his pockets so they could grab Mao’s waist. He kissed back hungrily, walking in the general direction of the couch, though they ended up falling in a heap on the floor instead of the couch. Mao had been wearing a hat, but it went flying off when they hit the floor, and that was fine with him. He wouldn’t need it anyway…
“Are you sure you want to do this, Mao-kun?” Kyo asked, though he didn’t seem prepared to stop; even as he spoke, his mouth was moving teasingly over Mao’s neck.
“God, yes,” Mao insisted. “I can’t tell you how many dreams I’ve had, or even how many times I’ve fantasized…” He pushed himself up on his elbows all of a sudden. “You know, I don’t think fame can be all that bad, Kyo-san. If we weren’t famous enough to have our PV on television, you wouldn’t have seen it the other day, and you might not have called. Then who knows what we’d both be doing tonight instead of this!”
Kyo shrugged, giving Mao a thoughtful look. “That’s true… But there are still two sides to fame-a good one, and a bad one. Don’t forget that, Mao-kun.”
Mao grinned and pulled his shirt off before laying back down all the way, wrapping his arms around Kyo’s neck. “For now I’d like to forget it…”
Kyo had no objections. He resumed kissing Mao, but only very briefly before his lips were ghosting over his neck again. Mao tilted his head back to give him better access; a soft purr of approval left his throat when Kyo sucked fiercely on a particularly sensitive spot. He would have a hickey from that, and excitement rippled up his spine from that thought. Imagine, waking up the next morning to see a red love bite from Kyo! He chuckled, and Kyo broke the suction to look up at him curiously. “Oh, nothing,” Mao said. “I’m just happy, that’s all.”
Kyo smiled and bent his head again, his tongue dancing down Mao’s neck to swirl around a nipple. Mao arched his back when the nub was taken into Kyo’s mouth, and he nibbled on it a bit. “That feels good,” he said.
“Mm,” Kyo hummed, sucking on the nipple.
Mao arched up again; his breathing was growing a little more harsh. Kyo knew just what to do with his mouth to render him helpless before him. Soon his other nipple was given attention, and then Kyo moved lower, kissing his navel before he sat up. “I could give you a blowjob,” he said thoughtfully, “but I think you’d like to feel my hand really stroking you.”
Mao blushed deeply; he was obviously referring to what had happened the other day while they were on the phone. He nodded, and aided Kyo in removing his pants and underwear. Kyo looked him over before he gave him a smile and kissed him once more. At the same time, Mao felt a foreign hand on his semi-stiff length, and he moaned instantly just because he knew it really was Kyo’s. After so many fantasies, he was finally feeling the real thing, and that alone sent him into a whirlwind of pleasure. “Nn, Kyo-sama,” he managed against Kyo’s lips.
“Kyo-san, Mao-kun,” Kyo corrected; his mouth moved once more to Mao’s neck while his hand continued to move up and down over his shaft, pausing occasionally so he could flick his thumb over the slit.
Mao was embarrassed at how little time it took before he was groaning Kyo’s name and dirtying his palm. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Kyo got up and found a box of tissues so he could clean off his hand. After that, Mao saw something he would never be able to forget. Kyo discarded the tissue and crossed his arms over his chest, removing his shirt and flicking it aside carelessly. He undid his belt, and took his pants off, kicking them to the side as well. In another moment his underwear joined the other abandoned clothing, and he returned to the floor. Mao was almost in a daze; he had just watched Kyo strip. Now he was seeing his hard cock, and it was as big as the rumors said. “Kyo-san,” he murmured, though he didn’t know what else to say after that.
Kyo looked at him, eyes darkened with lust. “Can you please me, Mao-kun?”
Mao swallowed and sat up, nodding eagerly. They switched positions so that Kyo was lying down on his back, and Mao was between his legs. He gave Kyo what he hoped was a coy glance, and then bent over his member, taking it into his mouth. He got no initial reaction, so he decided to experiment, see what his idol liked. He first swirled his tongue around the tip, watching Kyo carefully. Kyo was pushing himself up on his elbows, apparently intent on watching Mao. They made eye-contact and Mao smiled around his mouthful before grabbing the shift with his hand, and removing it from his mouth so he could lick it all over. His eyes were still on Kyo’s, and this act seemed to at least turn him on more, for he groaned and started breathing more heavily.
Mao smiled again and kissed the tip of his dick before taking just that little bit into his mouth, then sucking hard. He still watched Kyo, and was pleased to see that this made him break eye-contact, throwing his head back, his mouth contorted into a silent moan. He looked back at Mao, his eyes glazed with desire. Mao took his cock further into his mouth and sucked again. Kyo groaned and gasped out, “Please, Mao-kun-“
Mao obliged him, moving his mouth up and down the hardened length, still trying to watch Kyo when it was convenient. The older man was obviously enjoying this by now, as he couldn’t even keep his eyes open anymore. He whispered, “That’s good, Mao-kun,” and Mao grinned in satisfaction.
Kyo sat up, so Mao did as well, wiping off his mouth, and briefly massaging his jaw. “Did I please you?” He asked.
Kyo smiled and nodded. “Yes, you did. I think we should move on now, if that’s okay.”
Mao watched as Kyo went down a hallway and returned shortly after with a bottle of lotion and a condom. “I don’t entertain men a lot,” he admitted, “so I don’t have any lube. Lotion will make it easier, though.”
Mao nodded and got on his hands and knees. He felt Kyo take his place behind him, and soon the smell of the lotion hit his nostrils as Kyo spread some over his fingers. Next he was feeling one long digit pushing past his entrance. He tried not to tense up, and reminded himself that the finger belonged to Kyo. It was Kyo he was about to have sex with, and he would be damned if he was going to back down because of a little pain.
Soon a second and third finger joined the first one, and Mao found himself panting as he adjusted to the feeling. The fingers probed around, suddenly touching something deep within that made Mao moan and jerk his hips. Kyo pulled his fingers out and said, “I think that’s good. Are you ready?”
Mao nodded, looking over his shoulder as Kyo put on the condom and spread lotion over his sheathed length. He gave Mao a reassuring glance before grabbing his hips and burying himself all the way. Mao groaned and rested his cheek against the carpet. Kyo was kind, and remained motionless for a moment, allowing him time to get used to the feeling. Mao gave him the hint to start moving when he pushed back against him. Kyo understood, and slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. He went faster the next time, and faster still the next. Mao was starting to feel dull pleasure as the older man’s cock slid in and out of him. “Harder, Kyo-san,” he breathed.
Kyo didn’t drive in harder yet, but he did readjust his angle. The next time he thrust in, stars burst behind Mao’s eyelids and he moaned out Kyo’s name, his hips jerking of their own accord. “Again,” he gasped out.
Kyo began to move faster and harder, hitting Mao’s prostate each time he did. Mao couldn’t stop whimpering, moaning Kyo’s name in between cries of approval. He felt Kyo leaning on his back, and then lips were kissing his shoulder. One of Kyo’s hands was still holding tightly to Mao’s hip, fingernails digging painfully into the soft flesh. The other hand found his semi-stiff member and began pumping it in time to his thrusts-which is to say, very erratically because both were so close to the edge.
Mao couldn’t stop the heavy stream of Kyo’s leaving his mouth as he rushed up on orgasm, and finally he spilled his seed over the carpet, collapsing weakly after he did. Kyo wasn’t finished, though, and he let go of Mao’s dick, once again holding his hips with both hands as he straightened up and moved faster. Mao still gasped and moaned from the feeling, though he was totally spent; at last, Kyo gasped out, “I’m coming…ah, Mao-kun!”
Mao couldn’t feel it because of the restrictions of the condom, but he guessed Kyo had released when the other fell on top of him. He pulled out of him after a moment, and Mao was finally able to sit up again, though he felt pain in his rear when he did so. He was surprised when Kyo immediately pulled him against himself for a hug. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I made you bleed. Why don’t you take a bath to wash it off?”
Mao felt between his legs, and looked at his finger; sure enough, there was blood there, but he hadn’t noticed. “Whatever!” He said to Kyo, pulling away so he could look at him. “I don’t care about a little blood! That was the most amazing experience of my life!”
Kyo smiled, but stood up, grabbing Mao’s hand and helping him stand as well. “Thank you. Even so, I want you to take a bath. I’ll make some dinner and we can watch a movie. Then we can go to my bedroom and see what happens next.”
Mao felt a curious blush, but he grinned and nodded in consent.
* * * * *
Mao couldn’t have been happier when he returned to practice on Monday morning! After their dinner and movie, he and Kyo had engaged in two more rounds of sex on the bed. Then he’d spent half of Saturday with him; they had gone to a park to look at the cherry blossoms, and then they’d had sushi for lunch. They’d finished with more sex, that time in the back of Kyo’s car. Kyo had brought him home with a promise to call him again sometime during the week.
Simply put, Mao was practically glowing! His band mates noticed, of course, and this time they were insistent that he tell them what was going on. “Is she pretty?” Kei queried, giving Mao a prodding smile.
“Or is she a he?” Tsurugi asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Don’t think we haven’t noticed how carefully you’ve been sitting down.”
“Or those bruises on your hips when you took off your hoodie and unintentionally lifted up your shirt a little,” Mizuki added.
“We’re onto you, is the point we’re trying to make!” Aki exclaimed. “So spill, Mao-kun!”
Mao looked around at his band mates with their arms crossed over their chests, all towering over on little him. He grinned widely and announced, “Okay, you got me, but you’ll never believe me even if I tell you, so I’m going to tell you anyway! I had the best date this weekend, and it was with Kyo-sama, and we had sex more than once!”
There was a brief silence before all four of them started laughing, turning back to their instruments. “Okay,” Aki said, still chuckling, “if you don’t want to tell us, then fine…”
The same man from the other day opened the door just then, and said, “Phone call, Mao-san.”
Mao grinned at his band mates. “I’ll bet that’s him right now!”
More laughter. Mao ignored it as he left the room, retreating to the little phone booth again. “Hello?” He said into the receiver.
At first there was silence. After a moment, though, Kyo’s voice came in. “Hi, Mao-kun.”
“Hi! I didn’t think you’d call me so soon! What’s up?”
“I didn’t call to talk about pleasantries,” Kyo said quietly.
Mao heard the note of warning in his voice, and he felt his heart hammer against his rib cage. “What’s wrong?”
“Sit down, Mao-kun.”
Mao did as he was told. “I’m sitting down.”
Kyo sighed on the other end, and finally said what he’d apparently called to say. “I hate to say this to you, especially after all that wonderful time we spent together. I talked to my band mates, though, and the truth of it is that we…really can’t have…I mean…I guess to put it bluntly: I’m dumping you.”
Mao’s heart constricted painfully in his chest, and he swallowed a large knot that had automatically formed in his throat. “Why?” He choked out.
“Because we’re both famous.” It came out almost as a whisper. “I’m sorry, Mao-kun. I never meant for this to happen, but that’s the boldfaced truth of it.”
“But-but, Kyo-san-“
“I told you there was a bad side to fame.”
With that Mao heard a click, which told him that Kyo had hung up. He shakily set the phone down, and drew his knees up to his chest, planting his face into them. He knew it was all too good to be true.
When he returned to the practice room, the others could see an obvious change in his countenance, but none of them seemed to want to say something. He walked up to his microphone. “Let’s run through ‘Flowers of pursued love,’” he said softly.
The others all exchanged glances. Aki cleared his throat. “What’s wrong, Mao-kun?”
“Fame is wrong,” Mao said, and he didn’t offer any further explanation. They started into the song he’d chosen, and he sang it with more conviction than they’d ever seen. They never asked again what had happened.
Even when we parted you secretly left a part of your kindness behind
My eyelids still soak
OWARI
Go on to the sequel: Flowers of Pursued Love.
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Notes: 1) Go check out the 迷彩 (Meisai) PV! I love it. =3
2) The lyrics from "Flowers of pursued love" are courtesy 綺麗な嘘 ~ kirei na uso.
3) I hope you liked it, majutsu_soujiko, dear. It broke my heart to write the end, but since that's what you wanted, that's what you got. T_T
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Romance/Smut/Angst
Bands: Dir en grey, サディ (Sadie)
Pairings: Kyo x Mao
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and masturbation
Summary: Kyo teaches Mao some valuable lessons about fame.
Notes: Written for majutsu_soujiko for the the Kyo x "Anyone" Challenge. She purposely wanted me to write something that was left wide open with the hopes I wouldn't be able to resist and I'd have to write a second part. She wins, because I am indeed writing two parts to this one. >_>
Part 1
Part 2
It had been no more than three weeks and five days, and Mao still hadn’t been back to Kyo’s apartment. Technically he had, but every time something had stopped him from going up to the door. Either Kyo’s car wasn’t there, or there was an extra car there, or he just chickened out and ran off before Kyo could look out the window and see him. Of course, the few times he’d gathered the courage to go ring the doorbell, no one had answered. There was only one time someone answered, and before the door opened he dove behind a nearby bush because he felt a sudden rush of panic. Kyo had opened the door and stepped out for a moment, looking around curiously, and even a little suspiciously. He’d shrugged and gone back in, leaving Mao to both heave a sigh of relief, and mentally kick himself for being such a moron.
Still, he thought every day on their encounter. His band mates were noticing a difference in his composure, and they decided to talk about it one morning at practice. He was smiling to himself as he set up the microphone, his mind slipping off into one of its usual daydreams. He felt a tap on his shoulder, so he turned around to find Aki standing there with his arms crossed over his chest; the others were all standing guiltily behind him. “What?” He asked simply.
Aki cleared his throat and glanced back at his band mates before giving Mao a smile. “Well, we just wanted to ask you something, Mao-kun.”
“Did you get laid recently?” Piped Mizuki.
Kei stifled a giggle, so they all started to laugh. Mao glared around at his friends. “No, and even if I did, why would I tell you guys? That’s a private matter!”
“That’s not the question I had in mind,” Aki said, glancing at his band mates once again. “Erm… Actually, we’re wondering if you’ve met someone. You seem really…happy lately, or something. It’s not a bad thing, but we’re just curious about what caused this change.”
“Even if it’s a good change, we like to know these things about you, Mao-kun,” Tsurugi added. “I mean, we’re friends as well as band mates!”
The others nodded in agreement. Mao swallowed, feeling as though he was in the spotlight. He had to tell them, didn’t he? His heart leaped at the thought of finally telling someone about the kiss he’d shared with his idol! However, just then a man came into the practice room and announced, “Mao-san, there’s someone on the phone for you.”
His band mates all exchanged glances that seemed to say distinctly, “We knew it; he’s got a girlfriend!” He sent them all a practiced glare before hurrying out of the room, wondering who was calling him. There was a special little room he could go into so there wouldn’t be a bunch of people around to hear him, so he thanked the man and disappeared inside the phone booth. He picked up the phone and cleared his throat before pressing it to his ear. “Hi, this is Mao.”
“Mao-kun, hey, it’s Kyo.”
Mao felt his heart beat speed up dramatically. “Oh, hey, Kyo-san! How are you?” He smacked himself in the face; what was with the formality?
“I’m actually feeling pretty good today. How are you?”
“Never better!” Another smack to the forehead. “Actually, I was thinking about you a few minutes ago.” Well, it wasn’t a lie…
“That’s ironic because I was thinking about you, too.”
Mao’s heart leapt. “You were?”
“Yep. We were watching some television because we were bored, and your PV came on. We all liked it, and although I didn’t tell any of my band mates of course, I thought you looked pretty damn fine in it.”
Suddenly it felt hot and stifling in the little phone room. Mao tugged at the collar of his shirt, wondering why he was wearing a jacket over it. “You did?”
“I did. So then I kept thinking…well, don’t think little of me for this, Mao-kun, but I kept thinking of all the naughty things I could do to you.”
Rather than thinking little of Kyo, Mao was thinking of his rumored big dick, and how it would feel if he- “Oh, Kyo-san,” he half whispered, sitting down on the single chair that was in the small room.
Kyo laughed on the other end; he sounded a little nervous. “Yeah…but I probably shouldn’t have said that. It’s a little inappropriate, isn’t it? Anyway, I couldn’t wait for you to come by since you haven’t… And I was wondering if I scared you off or something?”
Mao shook his head, very wary of the fact that his free hand was undoing his belt in order to get inside his pants and grip his hardening length. It was easy enough to masturbate while watching Dir en grey lives or PVs, but with Kyo’s voice sounding so sultry and sexy on the other end of a phone line? Well, that was even worse.
“Mao-kun? You still there?”
Mao started, realizing Kyo couldn’t see him shake his head. “Oh! Kyo-san, no, of course you didn’t scare me off. I just don’t want to impose…I never know when you’re busy and when you aren’t.” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started to slowly move his hand up and down.
“Ah, I see. That does make sense…I’m really busy most of the time. I’m not busy this weekend, though, so would you want to come over on Friday night? I could come pick you up, too, if that makes things easier.”
Mao’s breathing was starting to intensify. He swallowed, wondering why he was jerking himself off while on the phone with the other man… After all, he still had to talk or it wouldn’t be a phone conversation. “Tha-that would be great,” he said breathlessly.
“Is everything okay?”
Mao’s hand was moving faster, whether he wanted it to or not. He was already getting close thanks to the power of his imagination, so it would be impossible to stop. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice a little more high-pitched than normal. Unfortunately, at that moment he made a squeaking sound in an attempt to keep himself from moaning.
“Mao-kun, what are you doing?” The tone of Kyo’s voice was stern, as though daring Mao not to answer or to tell a lie.
Mao wondered what would happen if he told the truth… He decided not to consider the consequences and said blatantly, “Jerking off.”
There was a moment of stunned silence, during which Mao nearly dropped the phone as he leaned his head back against the wall. At last Kyo’s voice filled his ear again: “Then let me hear you moan.”
He did moan; he couldn’t help it after hearing Kyo’s husky voice on the other end. “I-I had to,” he panted. “Your voice-“ He groaned; his hips were starting to move, meeting with his hand. Rather, it was Kyo’s hand, in the scenario he imagined…
“Mm,” Kyo said. “Is it my hand on your cock, Mao-kun?”
“Nn-hai,” Mao breathed out.
“Then I’m stroking you faster. I want to hear you nice and loud when you come…and I want to hear my name.”
Mao was so close… He did move his hand faster, ignoring the cramp that was forming in his forearm. He could almost really believe Kyo was in the booth with him, bringing him to release. It happened very suddenly after that; with a burst of white light, he was shaken with orgasm, moaning out Kyo’s name loudly, without concern of what a passerby might think.
The phone fell to the floor, and he scrambled to pick it up. “Kyo-san,” he said simply, unsure of what else there was to say.
“I’ll pick you up at seven on Friday night,” Kyo said softly.
There was a click from the other man hanging up, and then Mao set the phone back on the receiver. He grinned and grabbed a tissue from a nearby box, hurriedly wiping off his hand and dick, and cleaning up whatever had fallen on the floor. When he left the phone booth his band mates were more curious than ever, but he refused to say anything to them. He almost told them in an impetuous fit of glee, but changed his mind. He would ask Kyo when he saw him Friday night. After all, if they were going to start a relationship or something, they would talk about it then… He almost squeaked with excitement. Him in a relationship with Kyo! It was like his most wildest dream come true!
* * * * *
Friday night Mao was practically on pins and needles as he waited for Kyo to arrive. When he finally felt he was dressed okay, he sat himself in front of the window and peeked out between the curtains, watching for Kyo’s car. When seven came and went he began to panic; would Kyo actually stand him up? Of course, it was only five minutes later that the car pulled up, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He darted out the door just as Kyo stepped out of the car. He removed his sunglasses (the sun was setting), and gave Mao a curious expression. “I’m sorry, were you waiting long?”
Mao shook his head and gave Kyo a grin. “No, I just thought I should be ready.”
Kyo smiled and they both got inside the car. As Kyo headed onto the road, Mao looked over at him. He looked really good in his usual pair of tight jeans, and a small tee shirt. Mao found his gaze traveling over to the older man’s bicep, which was flexing as he turned the steering wheel. “You look amazing, Kyo-san,” he said.
Kyo looked over at him, sunglasses back in place. “So do you, Mao-kun.”
They were quiet the rest of the way, but the sexual tension in the car was so thick, Mao could feel it.
When they arrived at Kyo’s apartment, he took off his shoes, set his keys and sunglasses on an end table, and then faced Mao with his hands in his pockets. “Well, what do you want to do? I can make some dinner or we can watch a movie or we can go out somewhere, if you like.”
Mao knew what he wanted to do, and he had a feeling Kyo wanted to do it, too. As soon as he’d taken his shoes off he practically pounced on Kyo, flinging his arms around his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth. Kyo was certainly taken by surprise, but he recovered from the shock quickly, his hands coming out of his pockets so they could grab Mao’s waist. He kissed back hungrily, walking in the general direction of the couch, though they ended up falling in a heap on the floor instead of the couch. Mao had been wearing a hat, but it went flying off when they hit the floor, and that was fine with him. He wouldn’t need it anyway…
“Are you sure you want to do this, Mao-kun?” Kyo asked, though he didn’t seem prepared to stop; even as he spoke, his mouth was moving teasingly over Mao’s neck.
“God, yes,” Mao insisted. “I can’t tell you how many dreams I’ve had, or even how many times I’ve fantasized…” He pushed himself up on his elbows all of a sudden. “You know, I don’t think fame can be all that bad, Kyo-san. If we weren’t famous enough to have our PV on television, you wouldn’t have seen it the other day, and you might not have called. Then who knows what we’d both be doing tonight instead of this!”
Kyo shrugged, giving Mao a thoughtful look. “That’s true… But there are still two sides to fame-a good one, and a bad one. Don’t forget that, Mao-kun.”
Mao grinned and pulled his shirt off before laying back down all the way, wrapping his arms around Kyo’s neck. “For now I’d like to forget it…”
Kyo had no objections. He resumed kissing Mao, but only very briefly before his lips were ghosting over his neck again. Mao tilted his head back to give him better access; a soft purr of approval left his throat when Kyo sucked fiercely on a particularly sensitive spot. He would have a hickey from that, and excitement rippled up his spine from that thought. Imagine, waking up the next morning to see a red love bite from Kyo! He chuckled, and Kyo broke the suction to look up at him curiously. “Oh, nothing,” Mao said. “I’m just happy, that’s all.”
Kyo smiled and bent his head again, his tongue dancing down Mao’s neck to swirl around a nipple. Mao arched his back when the nub was taken into Kyo’s mouth, and he nibbled on it a bit. “That feels good,” he said.
“Mm,” Kyo hummed, sucking on the nipple.
Mao arched up again; his breathing was growing a little more harsh. Kyo knew just what to do with his mouth to render him helpless before him. Soon his other nipple was given attention, and then Kyo moved lower, kissing his navel before he sat up. “I could give you a blowjob,” he said thoughtfully, “but I think you’d like to feel my hand really stroking you.”
Mao blushed deeply; he was obviously referring to what had happened the other day while they were on the phone. He nodded, and aided Kyo in removing his pants and underwear. Kyo looked him over before he gave him a smile and kissed him once more. At the same time, Mao felt a foreign hand on his semi-stiff length, and he moaned instantly just because he knew it really was Kyo’s. After so many fantasies, he was finally feeling the real thing, and that alone sent him into a whirlwind of pleasure. “Nn, Kyo-sama,” he managed against Kyo’s lips.
“Kyo-san, Mao-kun,” Kyo corrected; his mouth moved once more to Mao’s neck while his hand continued to move up and down over his shaft, pausing occasionally so he could flick his thumb over the slit.
Mao was embarrassed at how little time it took before he was groaning Kyo’s name and dirtying his palm. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Kyo got up and found a box of tissues so he could clean off his hand. After that, Mao saw something he would never be able to forget. Kyo discarded the tissue and crossed his arms over his chest, removing his shirt and flicking it aside carelessly. He undid his belt, and took his pants off, kicking them to the side as well. In another moment his underwear joined the other abandoned clothing, and he returned to the floor. Mao was almost in a daze; he had just watched Kyo strip. Now he was seeing his hard cock, and it was as big as the rumors said. “Kyo-san,” he murmured, though he didn’t know what else to say after that.
Kyo looked at him, eyes darkened with lust. “Can you please me, Mao-kun?”
Mao swallowed and sat up, nodding eagerly. They switched positions so that Kyo was lying down on his back, and Mao was between his legs. He gave Kyo what he hoped was a coy glance, and then bent over his member, taking it into his mouth. He got no initial reaction, so he decided to experiment, see what his idol liked. He first swirled his tongue around the tip, watching Kyo carefully. Kyo was pushing himself up on his elbows, apparently intent on watching Mao. They made eye-contact and Mao smiled around his mouthful before grabbing the shift with his hand, and removing it from his mouth so he could lick it all over. His eyes were still on Kyo’s, and this act seemed to at least turn him on more, for he groaned and started breathing more heavily.
Mao smiled again and kissed the tip of his dick before taking just that little bit into his mouth, then sucking hard. He still watched Kyo, and was pleased to see that this made him break eye-contact, throwing his head back, his mouth contorted into a silent moan. He looked back at Mao, his eyes glazed with desire. Mao took his cock further into his mouth and sucked again. Kyo groaned and gasped out, “Please, Mao-kun-“
Mao obliged him, moving his mouth up and down the hardened length, still trying to watch Kyo when it was convenient. The older man was obviously enjoying this by now, as he couldn’t even keep his eyes open anymore. He whispered, “That’s good, Mao-kun,” and Mao grinned in satisfaction.
Kyo sat up, so Mao did as well, wiping off his mouth, and briefly massaging his jaw. “Did I please you?” He asked.
Kyo smiled and nodded. “Yes, you did. I think we should move on now, if that’s okay.”
Mao watched as Kyo went down a hallway and returned shortly after with a bottle of lotion and a condom. “I don’t entertain men a lot,” he admitted, “so I don’t have any lube. Lotion will make it easier, though.”
Mao nodded and got on his hands and knees. He felt Kyo take his place behind him, and soon the smell of the lotion hit his nostrils as Kyo spread some over his fingers. Next he was feeling one long digit pushing past his entrance. He tried not to tense up, and reminded himself that the finger belonged to Kyo. It was Kyo he was about to have sex with, and he would be damned if he was going to back down because of a little pain.
Soon a second and third finger joined the first one, and Mao found himself panting as he adjusted to the feeling. The fingers probed around, suddenly touching something deep within that made Mao moan and jerk his hips. Kyo pulled his fingers out and said, “I think that’s good. Are you ready?”
Mao nodded, looking over his shoulder as Kyo put on the condom and spread lotion over his sheathed length. He gave Mao a reassuring glance before grabbing his hips and burying himself all the way. Mao groaned and rested his cheek against the carpet. Kyo was kind, and remained motionless for a moment, allowing him time to get used to the feeling. Mao gave him the hint to start moving when he pushed back against him. Kyo understood, and slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. He went faster the next time, and faster still the next. Mao was starting to feel dull pleasure as the older man’s cock slid in and out of him. “Harder, Kyo-san,” he breathed.
Kyo didn’t drive in harder yet, but he did readjust his angle. The next time he thrust in, stars burst behind Mao’s eyelids and he moaned out Kyo’s name, his hips jerking of their own accord. “Again,” he gasped out.
Kyo began to move faster and harder, hitting Mao’s prostate each time he did. Mao couldn’t stop whimpering, moaning Kyo’s name in between cries of approval. He felt Kyo leaning on his back, and then lips were kissing his shoulder. One of Kyo’s hands was still holding tightly to Mao’s hip, fingernails digging painfully into the soft flesh. The other hand found his semi-stiff member and began pumping it in time to his thrusts-which is to say, very erratically because both were so close to the edge.
Mao couldn’t stop the heavy stream of Kyo’s leaving his mouth as he rushed up on orgasm, and finally he spilled his seed over the carpet, collapsing weakly after he did. Kyo wasn’t finished, though, and he let go of Mao’s dick, once again holding his hips with both hands as he straightened up and moved faster. Mao still gasped and moaned from the feeling, though he was totally spent; at last, Kyo gasped out, “I’m coming…ah, Mao-kun!”
Mao couldn’t feel it because of the restrictions of the condom, but he guessed Kyo had released when the other fell on top of him. He pulled out of him after a moment, and Mao was finally able to sit up again, though he felt pain in his rear when he did so. He was surprised when Kyo immediately pulled him against himself for a hug. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I made you bleed. Why don’t you take a bath to wash it off?”
Mao felt between his legs, and looked at his finger; sure enough, there was blood there, but he hadn’t noticed. “Whatever!” He said to Kyo, pulling away so he could look at him. “I don’t care about a little blood! That was the most amazing experience of my life!”
Kyo smiled, but stood up, grabbing Mao’s hand and helping him stand as well. “Thank you. Even so, I want you to take a bath. I’ll make some dinner and we can watch a movie. Then we can go to my bedroom and see what happens next.”
Mao felt a curious blush, but he grinned and nodded in consent.
* * * * *
Mao couldn’t have been happier when he returned to practice on Monday morning! After their dinner and movie, he and Kyo had engaged in two more rounds of sex on the bed. Then he’d spent half of Saturday with him; they had gone to a park to look at the cherry blossoms, and then they’d had sushi for lunch. They’d finished with more sex, that time in the back of Kyo’s car. Kyo had brought him home with a promise to call him again sometime during the week.
Simply put, Mao was practically glowing! His band mates noticed, of course, and this time they were insistent that he tell them what was going on. “Is she pretty?” Kei queried, giving Mao a prodding smile.
“Or is she a he?” Tsurugi asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Don’t think we haven’t noticed how carefully you’ve been sitting down.”
“Or those bruises on your hips when you took off your hoodie and unintentionally lifted up your shirt a little,” Mizuki added.
“We’re onto you, is the point we’re trying to make!” Aki exclaimed. “So spill, Mao-kun!”
Mao looked around at his band mates with their arms crossed over their chests, all towering over on little him. He grinned widely and announced, “Okay, you got me, but you’ll never believe me even if I tell you, so I’m going to tell you anyway! I had the best date this weekend, and it was with Kyo-sama, and we had sex more than once!”
There was a brief silence before all four of them started laughing, turning back to their instruments. “Okay,” Aki said, still chuckling, “if you don’t want to tell us, then fine…”
The same man from the other day opened the door just then, and said, “Phone call, Mao-san.”
Mao grinned at his band mates. “I’ll bet that’s him right now!”
More laughter. Mao ignored it as he left the room, retreating to the little phone booth again. “Hello?” He said into the receiver.
At first there was silence. After a moment, though, Kyo’s voice came in. “Hi, Mao-kun.”
“Hi! I didn’t think you’d call me so soon! What’s up?”
“I didn’t call to talk about pleasantries,” Kyo said quietly.
Mao heard the note of warning in his voice, and he felt his heart hammer against his rib cage. “What’s wrong?”
“Sit down, Mao-kun.”
Mao did as he was told. “I’m sitting down.”
Kyo sighed on the other end, and finally said what he’d apparently called to say. “I hate to say this to you, especially after all that wonderful time we spent together. I talked to my band mates, though, and the truth of it is that we…really can’t have…I mean…I guess to put it bluntly: I’m dumping you.”
Mao’s heart constricted painfully in his chest, and he swallowed a large knot that had automatically formed in his throat. “Why?” He choked out.
“Because we’re both famous.” It came out almost as a whisper. “I’m sorry, Mao-kun. I never meant for this to happen, but that’s the boldfaced truth of it.”
“But-but, Kyo-san-“
“I told you there was a bad side to fame.”
With that Mao heard a click, which told him that Kyo had hung up. He shakily set the phone down, and drew his knees up to his chest, planting his face into them. He knew it was all too good to be true.
When he returned to the practice room, the others could see an obvious change in his countenance, but none of them seemed to want to say something. He walked up to his microphone. “Let’s run through ‘Flowers of pursued love,’” he said softly.
The others all exchanged glances. Aki cleared his throat. “What’s wrong, Mao-kun?”
“Fame is wrong,” Mao said, and he didn’t offer any further explanation. They started into the song he’d chosen, and he sang it with more conviction than they’d ever seen. They never asked again what had happened.
Even when we parted you secretly left a part of your kindness behind
My eyelids still soak
OWARI
Go on to the sequel: Flowers of Pursued Love.
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Notes: 1) Go check out the 迷彩 (Meisai) PV! I love it. =3
2) The lyrics from "Flowers of pursued love" are courtesy 綺麗な嘘 ~ kirei na uso.
3) I hope you liked it, majutsu_soujiko, dear. It broke my heart to write the end, but since that's what you wanted, that's what you got. T_T