[fic] Not Quite 4.4 / 4
Title: Not Quite - Trapped, The Remix-
Chapter: 4.4 / 4
Pairings: MiyavixKai
Author: sabersenshi
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: man sex
Summary: Kai's feeling a bit depressed. But maybe Miyavi can cheer him up.
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Comments: final version of #4
Trapped
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4-1
Chapter 4-2
Chapter 4-3
Miyavi’s POV
~~
I still couldn’t believe it.
How they’d managed to keep the party a surprise amazed me.
It looked like everyone was here.
And to have that many people keep a secret seemed imposible to me.
And yet, here we were.
At one of the hotels.
PSC really splurged.
They even rented us a floor’s worth of rooms.
Not wanting anyone to drive after partying.
My eyes landed on a semi-slumped form.
Oh yea, definitely don’t want anyone driving home like that.
I try to make my way over.
Thinking that whoever it is might need a hand.
I can at least get someone to take the poor guy to one of the rooms.
Finally reaching him, I realize it’s Kai.
And he’s not drunk.
At least, I don’t think so.
“Hey,” I say, sitting next to him.
He looks up at me.
“Oh, hey Miyavi. Happy birthday.”
I notice his smile looks a little strained.
“Ok. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Sure. That’s why you’re sitting here by yourself at a party.”
He sighs.
Then points.
“Look at them. And them,” he adds, pointing to a slightly different spot.
So I look.
“What? It’s just the other members of your band.”
“No. LOOK. At them, at what they’re doing.”
Again, I turn to look where the guys are.
And then I see what he’s talking about.
His band-mates are nicely paired off.
Snuggling, cuddling, looking absolutely adorable together.
I look back at Kai.
And see something close to envy in his eyes.
“How long’s that been going on?” I ask, mildly curious.
“Long enough,” he mutters.
“I think you need to get out of here,” I say, taking his hand.
He let’s me pull him to his feet.
Not really sure what, exactly, I’m going to do, I head for one of the rooms.
I close the door behind us as he walks over and plops down on the bed.
He looks at me as I kneel down in front of him.
”Are you gonna be alright?”
He tips his head to one side, still just looking at me.
Then he surprises me.
Leaning forward, pressing his lips to mine.
When he pulls back, I take his hand.
“Are you just lonely? Or is this something more?”
He hesitates for a moment.
And my heart sinks into my stomach.
Then he finally speaks.
“I admit that I’m lonely. But I do like you. Could we just see what happens?”
I smile, thinking that’s a start.
And then he leans towards me again.
But this time, I meet him halfway.
Moving my lips against his, before running my tongue along his lower lip.
Asking for entrance.
He gives it, moaning into my mouth as I slide my tongue along his.
His hands sink into my hair.
While mine run from his knees to his hips.
Breaking away for air, I ask “Too fast?”
He shakes his head.
“Not fast enough.”
I try not to laugh.
I guess he really was lonely.
As he fastens his mouth to mine again.
But this time his hands move to my waist.
Slipping under my shirt.
I reach for the hem of his.
Pulling it up.
Sitting back, he smiles as we both start discarding clothes.
Finally naked, he scoots furter onto the bed.
Lying down.
I lie down next to him.
Letting my hands move over his skin.
Finally stopping when I reach his cock.
I start to speak again.
But he stops me.
“I’m sure. Really.”
I take his length in my hand.
Stroking the hard flesh.
I move, slipping my other hand farther between his legs.
Getting him ready.
Slowly, I sink into his body.
Biting back a moan.
I wait until he’s smiling at me again.
Then I start moving.
Soon we’re both panting.
I reach between us, taking his length in my hand again.
Stroking him in time with my thrusts.
Until he’s gripping my shoulders.
Gasping my name.
His body tightening around me.
Sending me over with him.
I collapse on top of him.
Burying my face in his neck.
His hand strokes my hair.
“Thank you,” I murmer.
“What for?”
“For giving me the best birthday I’ve had in a long time, “ I tell him, planting a kiss on his lips.
~~
A/N: Feel free to -squeal- to your hearts’ content, my loves.
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Chapter: 4.4 / 4
Pairings: MiyavixKai
Author: sabersenshi
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: man sex
Summary: Kai's feeling a bit depressed. But maybe Miyavi can cheer him up.
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Comments: final version of #4
Trapped
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4-1
Chapter 4-2
Chapter 4-3
Miyavi’s POV
~~
I still couldn’t believe it.
How they’d managed to keep the party a surprise amazed me.
It looked like everyone was here.
And to have that many people keep a secret seemed imposible to me.
And yet, here we were.
At one of the hotels.
PSC really splurged.
They even rented us a floor’s worth of rooms.
Not wanting anyone to drive after partying.
My eyes landed on a semi-slumped form.
Oh yea, definitely don’t want anyone driving home like that.
I try to make my way over.
Thinking that whoever it is might need a hand.
I can at least get someone to take the poor guy to one of the rooms.
Finally reaching him, I realize it’s Kai.
And he’s not drunk.
At least, I don’t think so.
“Hey,” I say, sitting next to him.
He looks up at me.
“Oh, hey Miyavi. Happy birthday.”
I notice his smile looks a little strained.
“Ok. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Sure. That’s why you’re sitting here by yourself at a party.”
He sighs.
Then points.
“Look at them. And them,” he adds, pointing to a slightly different spot.
So I look.
“What? It’s just the other members of your band.”
“No. LOOK. At them, at what they’re doing.”
Again, I turn to look where the guys are.
And then I see what he’s talking about.
His band-mates are nicely paired off.
Snuggling, cuddling, looking absolutely adorable together.
I look back at Kai.
And see something close to envy in his eyes.
“How long’s that been going on?” I ask, mildly curious.
“Long enough,” he mutters.
“I think you need to get out of here,” I say, taking his hand.
He let’s me pull him to his feet.
Not really sure what, exactly, I’m going to do, I head for one of the rooms.
I close the door behind us as he walks over and plops down on the bed.
He looks at me as I kneel down in front of him.
”Are you gonna be alright?”
He tips his head to one side, still just looking at me.
Then he surprises me.
Leaning forward, pressing his lips to mine.
When he pulls back, I take his hand.
“Are you just lonely? Or is this something more?”
He hesitates for a moment.
And my heart sinks into my stomach.
Then he finally speaks.
“I admit that I’m lonely. But I do like you. Could we just see what happens?”
I smile, thinking that’s a start.
And then he leans towards me again.
But this time, I meet him halfway.
Moving my lips against his, before running my tongue along his lower lip.
Asking for entrance.
He gives it, moaning into my mouth as I slide my tongue along his.
His hands sink into my hair.
While mine run from his knees to his hips.
Breaking away for air, I ask “Too fast?”
He shakes his head.
“Not fast enough.”
I try not to laugh.
I guess he really was lonely.
As he fastens his mouth to mine again.
But this time his hands move to my waist.
Slipping under my shirt.
I reach for the hem of his.
Pulling it up.
Sitting back, he smiles as we both start discarding clothes.
Finally naked, he scoots furter onto the bed.
Lying down.
I lie down next to him.
Letting my hands move over his skin.
Finally stopping when I reach his cock.
I start to speak again.
But he stops me.
“I’m sure. Really.”
I take his length in my hand.
Stroking the hard flesh.
I move, slipping my other hand farther between his legs.
Getting him ready.
Slowly, I sink into his body.
Biting back a moan.
I wait until he’s smiling at me again.
Then I start moving.
Soon we’re both panting.
I reach between us, taking his length in my hand again.
Stroking him in time with my thrusts.
Until he’s gripping my shoulders.
Gasping my name.
His body tightening around me.
Sending me over with him.
I collapse on top of him.
Burying my face in his neck.
His hand strokes my hair.
“Thank you,” I murmer.
“What for?”
“For giving me the best birthday I’ve had in a long time, “ I tell him, planting a kiss on his lips.
~~
A/N: Feel free to -squeal- to your hearts’ content, my loves.
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