A/N: I wrote this story about 3 years ago. It was the first Kiro fic I ever wrote! I don't know why I never posted it here, well, probably it was because it was so naughty XD. I'm toning it down a bit for this. But really...when I looked over this story the other day I couldn't believe how bad it was lol! It just doesn't sound like the stuff I would write now, SO, I'm editing this whole story and posting it here. I dunno I guess I feel nostalgic.

I have like 35 chapters to edit -flop- I will be posting each Part separately. I thought I would post each chapter as I fix them here. THAT way, I will have incentive to finish this edit project, so by posting it, it's a promise to myself. I also have an idea for a part 4, and I thought people might want to read these parts first before attempting the 4th part...too catch up like.

NOTE! I'm not looking for more reviews, because I always say...I write for my own entertainment. I just want to share and hopefully someone else will enjoy it too. But maybe some of you haven't read it yet.

So, yeah...I totally re-did the first chapter here. Originally it was supposed to be a one-shot and this first chapter sounded strange...it's been fixed--a lot! The rest of the chapters won't be so drastically changed, just fixed for bad grammar and dumbness XD! Yeah...I was such a lost newbie fangirl back then lulz!

I hope you enjoy! Oh, and I got the line break bold thingy from a Michael Crichton book...it looked neat so I'm gonna use it.

The Gun and Guitar

Chapter 1

"Do you have to point that thing at me?"

Hiroshi tried so hard to seem cool and unfazed as his gun fanatic band manager held one of his many guns pointed at him. Truthfully, the damn gun made him nervous! Man, why did he volunteer to stay behind and help K with the new tour bus arriving today?

"But it's the only way to get things done with a band like Bad Luck!" cried K, who waved his pistol like it was a toy. Only it was not a toy and he resumed pointing it at Hiro. "Hiroshi, we need to get to Kyoto to meet Shuichi, Sakano and Fujisaki, for the winter concert, pronto!"

Yes, the winter concert.

They were in Osaka and Bad Luck just finished up a concert last night. Only, the rest of the gang had taken the train earlier today, to get to Kyoto for a big winter festival coming up. And K had asked if someone would stay behind to go with him on the bus. Hiro didn't know exactly how he got volunteered for the job, but he recalled a lot of murmuring and people bee-lining it out of the area. Soon after, Hiro felt a firm hand clapped to his shoulder and K thanking him for volunteering.

Hiro put down the coffee he'd been trying to drink in the hotel lounge, which was quiet and no one was bothering him, until now.

"I really think we should take the train or something and pick up the bus later. The weatherman said the roads would be icy going north and that a snow storm was on the way, I overheard the waiter talking," Hiro tried to reason. This time the barrel of the gun was pressed up against the tip of Hiro's nose. That very same waiter he'd just mentioned decided to wander into the lounge, but quickly turned on his heel and went back from where he came.

Fine," he drawled, gulping, "Have it your way…"

K holstered his weapon happily and smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear," he said.

Hiro sheepishly spied at K, with his long golden hair up in a heavy ponytail, bangs framing his slender face, and those eyes…so blue. He seemed harmless in his white dress shirt and purple tie, which was nicely tucked into tan slacks, but the man was a menace—handsome, but nonetheless a menace.

"I'm not driving then." Hiro crossed his arms haughtily. Once more cold metal was pressed to his temple and K stood close behind, very close. Hiro inhaled K's scent, his cheeks began to colour.

"Come again, my dear Hiro?" K asked, tossing in a bit of English. He ran the tip of the gun along Hiro's cheek playfully and up to his temple again.

Normally one would think this scene completely extreme, but for K and Hiro, or any other members of Bad Luck, this was an everyday thing. K was the complete gun-crazed band manager from America. Everyone was used to K and his copious love for guns, so they normally just tried not to piss him off.

Hiro sweat-dropped and stifled a whimper. "Okay, okay!" he cried, briefly wondering what the inside of K's place would be like, Hiro shuddered. Probably like Fort Knox, armed to the teeth like all the guards inside of it. How could a man sleep with so much ammo around? He'd be afraid of blowing himself up.

"I've always liked you the most, Hiroshi," K whispered into Hiro's ear, and then out of nowhere, he gave it a tiny lick and added, "Come on, go get your stuff and let's go I want to beat Nittle Grasper there." With that the blond walked off to his own room to grab his things.

With his mouth suddenly dry, Hiro took a few moments to register what K had just said and done as he wandered to his room. He could still feel the wet trail on his ear, which he touched with his nimble fingers. He leaned against his room door after he'd closed it, and looked down at a solid hard-on in his pants.

Hiro shook his head as if to clear his brain, what the hell had come over him?! He was so turned on. He thought of Ayaka, his girlfriend, and dread grew in the pit in his stomach. She hadn't called for quiet awhile, wouldn't return his texts or messages. Hiro wondered why. Hastily he began to stuff a few things in a backpack and cased his guitar. Afterwards, he sat on the edge of his hotel bed and lit a cigarette. He pulled hard on it, inhaling the calming smoke and sighed.

He started reminiscing...

Only two years ago he was playing in dumpy clubs and bars with Shuichi, his best friend and lead singer of Bad Luck; them playing the role of starving artists. But now…now, it was a glorious rush with fame! They were famous rock stars. His eyes darted to the pile of fan mail he'd gotten just from Osaka fans alone! He smiled, nothing beat that high; everyone wanting an autograph, calling him things like; 'gifted' or 'sexy'. But it was about the music for him, the fans and fame were just, extras.

Wham! The door to his room burst open and there K stood, donning his aviator glasses. His arms were crossed but his fingers still searched for the butt of his trusty firearm. "What are you doing lounging around? Get up and let's go already!" he demanded.

Hiro stood up quickly, startled out of his thoughts, his heart pacing. He picked up his bags. Geez, K was so loud and disrespecting of people's privacy! Grumbling, he left the room with K and walked a few strides behind the tall manager. K glanced back at him and grinned, his blue eyes shamelessly travelling over Hiro. Hiro blushed, he felt like K was making mental denominations of his form, scoping him with one of those sniper rifles of his. Hiro shyly looked down at his shoes, what was K up to?

"If we leave now, no stops except for gas—we should get there in no time. I had the tour bus fitted with snow tires. I wanted to put on chains but the mechanic said that was illegal, like that ever stopped me," K chortled and bragged, pushing through the revolving hotel lobby doors.

Hiro was happy to hear about the snow tires. But when they got to the tour bus, he noticed the tiny chains and cast a dry look at K.

"What? Did you think I was joking?" K laughed heartily and got on the bus.

Hiro ignored that and looked over the shiny new tour bus. Woo! Bad Luck's very first bus! Hiro walked onto the shiny dark grey-coloured bus and looked down the interior length in awe. Cream leather couches and red velvet walls met his eyes, blinds covered the windows for privacy, and there was a wall mounted television in the corner and little red cushions on the seats. One section revealed a small kitchenette, a washroom, and further back were a few bunks. Above his head was sleek track lighting, gently illuminating the interior with a soft glow.

"So, it's fucking awesome, eh?!" K boasted, clapping a hand on Hiro's shoulder.

"Yeah…it's great," Hiro replied, still in awe.

"Well come on, let's get on the road…I'll give you the grand tour later," K told him.

Hiro threw his stuff in the back, but carefully placed his guitar on one of the cots and returned to the front. He took a seat in the immaculate driver's chair. He shivered and quickly closed the door, wishing he'd worn his jacket that he'd left in the back. All he wore was a pink t-shirt and jeans. He fired up the engine and ground the gears as he put it into drive.

K clapped his hands on his ears and cringed. "My baby!"

"Heh, sorry, I told you I hate driving these things," Hiro muttered, looking embarrassed. Now if this were only his motorbike he wouldn't have this problem. He shrugged it off and drove them down the street, headed towards the highway.

He was capable and he'd prove it to K.

Snow started to fall and it came down harder the farther north they went. Hiro squinted and drove slow in hopes to save them from landing in a ditch. He even thought of turning off the music from the radio, in fear of losing concentration. But he didn't, it was the only thing soothing his nerves. At least K was being quiet; Hiro glanced at the rear view mirror and wasn't surprised to see K polishing some large rifle. He was surprised, however, to see K's blue eyes catching his stare. He felt a red heat wash over his cheeks again and looked away.

His heart began to patter, and he had to glance at the mirror again.

K was still watching...

Stupidly, Hiro waved cheekily at K in the reflection.

"Hiro, look out!"

Hiro's eyes flew back to the road and he steered hard to the right, avoiding an oncoming freight truck. The jarring movement sent K off the couch, causing him to accidentally fire his rifle which sent a bullet ripping right through the roof! Hiro cried out in shock from the firing weapon and just barely missed the truck by a hair as it speed past…its horn blaring angrily at him.

Hiro slammed on the brakes and got control of the bus, stopping the heavy vehicle on the side of the road.

It slid to a stop.

The normally calm guitarist laid his head on the wheel and panted. He thought his heart would explode from sheer fright overdose!

"Wow, that was close," K finally remarked, standing up and inspecting the hole in the roof. A tiny snowflake floated down from the opening and melted on K's nose. He sighed and cast a worried look at Hiro. But Hiro was still slumped over the steering wheel, sweat moistening his forehead, his eyes closed. K walked over beside the young man and reached out a hand. With it he brushed the hair stuck to Hiro's forehead softly away from his face.

Hiro's eyes shot open and he looked directly at K, who was standing there watching him with concern, touching him. He felt himself warm inside at the touch, felt this crazy yearning for K's comfort—K of all people subtly offering it. As he stared into K's beautiful blue eyes; he smiled lightly.

"Don't worry, this bus is built like a tank, that trucker wouldn't have made a dent," K explained bragging about the construction of their tour bus proudly.

Hiro then noticed the hole in the roof.

"I know…I'll duct tape it!" K exclaimed and ran off to get the tape. There had to be some on here somewhere.

Hiro shook his head and watched the blond digging in a cupboard. Then he opened the bus door for some fresh air and got rewarded with an icy blast. But it instantly shook off the nerves and dried off the cold sweat. He lit a much needed cigarette and let his eyes travel back to K, the menace…

"Here we go," K stated and stood on one of the cream couches, reaching up towards the roof awkwardly, tearing off pieces of grey sticky tape. He began to patch the hole and stole a glance at Hiro who sat watching him quietly.

"Don't you think that'll just get wet and peel off?" Hiro asked puffing on his cigarette, resting an elbow on the wheel. When he was done, he flicked the finished smoke out the door, closing it and then he quietly got up.

There was a soft thud and a curse from K.

"Could you grab that tape for me? It rolled somewhere over there." K waved his hand in a general direction.

Hiro noticed the tape K had dropped and wandered over to get it.

"Could ya just tear off a couple of pieces for me?" K asked, still patching the hole.

"No problem," Hiro replied and tore off a piece of tape and handed it to K.

"I'll fix it properly when I can get hold of some tools," stated K, piling the tape thickly over the hole. He smoothed the edges with his fingers making sure it stuck well—inside he was thrilled to see that his rifle had enough power to penetrate the fibreglass material of the roof top though. Happy, he took a step off the couch but lost his footing and before he could stop himself—Crash!—landed right on top of Hiro.

"Shit…K…" groaned the guitarist, his heart pounding once again. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong today! He registered that in an attempt to save himself he'd tossed his hands out. Now he lay there with hands spread over K's chest. His eyes shot up to meet K's, which were also watching him back with equal surprise.

"I…I caught myself, I hope I haven't hurt you," K said, hands on either side of Hiro on the floor.

"N-no," Hiro stammered, "Are you hurt?"

"Bruised a knee…but, I'll live…"

There was a moment of silence and both men made no attempts to move. Only the wind and snow pelting against the vehicle could be heard. They stared at one another as if in wonder.

Without another thought, their lips met.

Together they lay there awkwardly on the tour bus floor, kissing softly. Time was forgotten, the pressing need to get to Kyoto, forgotten. There was only this moment, this sweet and precious moment.

But the kiss ended as abruptly as it started.

"I shouldn't have done—"

"—I…I think you should," Hiro cut K off in a murmur. It was too late; his body was reacting…just as it had earlier.

Licking his just-kissed lips, K sat back on top of Hiro and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "What?"

Hiro rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, K. Why did you get me to come along with you, you could have picked anyone else and you know it. What was with this morning at the hotel? You licked my ear! It was weird!"

K shrugged innocently, "Yeah, so?

"So…" Hiro repeated, "…I liked it."

Just then, the mischief left K's face and was replaced by something softer. He reached out and touched Hiro's cheek with the back of his hand, brushing gently over soft skin.

Hiro closed his eyes at the delightful touch of K's hand. He could feel his pulse start to race—he wanted to feel K's hands all over him! Everything inside screamed and raged, K was intoxicating, with his full blond hair so long and feminine like, the soft manly features of his face, his strong and tall body. All this time he had ignored it. All this time he understood the odd things K had been doing lately, he had been flirting with him! Until he gotten this moment alone with K, he never realized how much he wanted the man!

Hiro pulled on K's silk purple tie.

Stunned, K felt the tug on his tie and wondered if Hiro had lost his mind. Was this really happening? Hiro was still available really considering his relationship with Ayaka, of course K knew all about that. He was their manager, he knew everything. K also knew how neglected Hiro was, and how much he wanted him from the day he got assigned to Bad Luck. It was the reason he'd asked Hiro to stay behind for the tour bus. But K wasn't about to pressure him.

"I want to touch you so bad, it hurts," K whispered.

Hiro's grey eyes met K's. "Then do it," he assured, "I want you to."

K removed the gun straps from his shoulders and laid the thing down on the floor. Who cared about beating Nittle Grasper to Kyoto, right now he only wanted one thing, Nakano Hiroshi.

Both held their breaths for a moment, before hands wrapped around each other in a powerful embrace. Fingers squeezing into flesh as their mouths held fast to each other. Their eyes opened and they broke apart briefly, panting with excitement, discovery.

They kissed again, each time more urgent than the last. Breathing with frenzy, tongues touched…tasted. Their mouths explored each other passionately.

Eventually, K recommended they get off the hard floor and onto the couch. They did, and K laid back, Hiro crawled over top of him. Jesus! This was his lucky day! He let his hands roam over Hiro's body, making the grey-eyed man sigh. K loved the sound Hiro made and he wanted to hear him make that sound again and again and again…

He filled his hands with Hiro's fine ass hard, making the man gasp.

Hiro could feel every nerve alive like nothing he'd felt in a long time. K's hands felt so good on him, it made his own hands want to explore, which they did and he pulled out the ponytail in K's hair. He fanned it out and buried his nose in it. K was breathing against his neck and he felt the golden tresses smooth over his lips. He was so hungry for this kind of passion! Hiro thrust his hips into the man underneath him, vivaciously.

There was no proper understanding of all this, all Hiro knew was that he'd never felt more horny in his life!

Suddenly, K rolled them over and pinned Hiro beneath him, smirking with naughtiness again. Hiro swallowed hard and looked up at him tentatively.

"You're in my hands now. This is definitely one battle where both parties win," spoke the blond, his voice thick and lustful. Retrieving a gun from his ankle holster, K sat back on Hiro's lap, holding it up he licked the barrel seductively.

Hiro's eyes widened, watching K's moist wet tongue run up side of the gun. He tucked that image away mentally; he'd never seen K be so damn hot. Hiro felt the ache in his groin intensify as he watched. Oh, how he wanted K so badly, to have that tongue caress his skin. Mmm, in places that cried for pleasure! Hiro bucked his hips up against the man that sat over him. "K…" Hiro whined, his breath rushing out of his lungs.

He wanted more!

K stared down at the brunette and felt his dick twitch. It felt so good sitting on top of the lithe Hiro, their erections teasing each other precariously over their clothes. He let the gun fall to the floor with a thud and peeked at the patch of bare skin that displayed itself from under Hiro's pink t-shirt. Licking his lips, K bent down to draw his tongue over the exposed skin, he felt the dark haired man inhale sharply.

Only K paused and looked up. "Are you sure you want this?" questioned the blond, his now loose hair hanging in wild waves alongside his face. It was like he'd found a moment of clarity.

Hiro pulled away and began to get up, he noticed K's quick look of anxiety. Actually, Hiro stood on the couch to undo his pants. The blonds' face broke into a grin and he grabbed Hiro by the bare hips and pulled him close, nuzzling his face into Hiro's navel. His tongue circled Hiro's cute bellybutton, fingers tugging at the band of his underwear, urging them lower. He wanted to see what hid beneath them.

"Fuck, I need you," Hiro bit out with a hiss as K trailed his tongue up and over the slope of his belly to a nipple.

Tongue trailing higher, K slowly lifted Hiro's shirt up. Higher and higher until Hiro came back down to his knees and lifted his arms, allowing K to pull the garment off. K let his eyes travel over Hiro's tight, but gently muscled body. Mmm, his arms were toned nicely from years of playing his guitar…K drew his hands up along them.

Hiro shivered.

"I want to invade every part of you, Hiroshi," K purred as he came up to kiss along Hiro's throat.

Hiro tried so hard not to giggle at the militaristic ways in which K spoke. He didn't mind if K 'invaded' his body, just like he was beginning to march over his heart.

"Invade! Command and conquer! Ready the troops and all that shit you like to say," said Hiro, who was enraptured with the tingling sensation of K's lips over his jaw.

A lusty chuckle erupted from the blond.

"You've been around me too long to say something like that," K teased, but loved the play on words of his favourite subject. Now he only wanted Hiro more! And Hiro answered his need as if he'd read his mind and began to loosen the tie that hung from his neck. K paused to watch the sexy way that Hiro pulled his tie from his shirt collar, then draped it around his own shoulders. K was on the verge of drooling. Then Hiro, still watching his face, unbuttoned his shirt and pushed the fabric back, and over his shoulders and down his arms. Hiro was so gentle. K wanted to crush him with hugs.

It was Hiro's turn to taste and sample the flesh he'd only imagined of. He felt K holding his breath as he anticipated the pleasure he was about to receive. Hiro was rewarded with a rumbling purr when he licked up K's throat, making the blond hang his head back, exposing more of his supple skin. Hiro washed his tongue over the ridges of sweet flesh and created a chorus of sounds from K's throat.

"Ohh yes…" sighed K in pleasure and fisted his hands in Hiro's long soft hair.

Hiro travelled lower, over a now half naked K, his tongue flicking over a bud of hard flesh, unabashedly pulling it gently into his mouth. He listened to K whine provocatively as his tongue teased his nipple and bit delicately. And he chuckled softly when K twitched as his hands surfed over heated skin of a very fine toned body. K felt so good, so hard and masculine. Moving back, he peered determinedly at K's belt and zipper.

With his tongue momentarily glued to the roof of his mouth, K watched Hiro unbuckle his belt, pop the button open and lower the zipper cautiously. K stayed as still as a mannequin in a shop window, hardly able to believe this was happening to him. Hiro pushed his pants and underwear beneath his hips. The tall blond got up and fully removed his clothes, Hiro watching, his eyes focused on his fully erect cock. K, wanting the same viewable pleasure, pulled off the last of Hiro's clothes, bearing him as naked as he was.

Both men let their eyes travel over each other's bodies; eyes swallowing up each delicate curve of pure masculine artistry. In silent awe of each other, both barely heard the howling wind outside anymore as the snow storm raged on. But there was a different kind of storm raging on inside the tour bus. A storm of heated passion, where the two men involved forgot about the rest of the world.

Hiro let his hands glide over and around K's perfect ass. And then he took a seat on the couch.

K swallowed hard looking down at how close Hiro's face was to his arousal. "Taste me Hiro…please," begged the blond who cast smouldering eyes down at the brunette.

Hiro liked how K had begged him for more; it felt nice to see K in a little less control for once. He wrapped his fingers around the hardness, and K quaked in his hand from the sheer touch. Holding and stroking lightly, Hiro brought his mouth to the tip, he circled his tongue around enticingly, making K grip into his hair feverishly.

With a smile on his lips, Hiro took the entire length into his mouth. It was such a turn on to have K demoted to this level, a turn on to see how much he turned him on! Mmm, and K tasted good. Hiro wriggled his tongue as he tasted, letting his hands travel up along K's legs and down again. He knew how much K was enjoying this by the hands now massaging his hair and the blissful sighs K was awarding him with.

But K felt close, he wasn't finished yet he still wanted Hiro.

They've gotten this far, he wasn't going to let it end here!

He pulled away from the brunette and Hiro knew what was coming next. He lay back on the couch, submissively looking up at him, his lips wet, his eyes fiery with excitement. It was awesome to see Hiro this way, being so damned sexy. "Sexy Hiroshi…do you want more?" asked K.

Hiro whispered a 'yes' and watched a naughty grin spread across K's face.

"Good, because I'm going to make you wail like your guitar, Nakano," K said, using his last name to show how serious he was. He was going to make the man sing like he never sang before!

Hiro grinned wickedly back and strummed a pretend guitar over his naked body seductively. This made K groan appreciatively as he perched himself between Hiro's legs and licked a finger. Hiro stopped strumming mid air when he realized what was coming next. K slipped the finger into the brunette and worked his finger back and forth. Hiro gripped into the leather of the couch with both hands.

"Unnn K…" Hiro grunted.

"Doesn't that feel good? Just relax Hiroshi," K coaxed in a rare soothing soft voice.

"I have some Vaseline," Hiro interjected. He used it for his calloused fingers. "It's in my guitar case."

Removing his finger, K darted off towards the back and opened the case. He grabbed the petroleum jelly and dashed back, cheeks flushed pink.

It was cute how excited K was about this and Hiro just looked up at him. "Come on, come back down here." He wanted to feel K inside of him so much; he felt a stir in his lower belly.

Not hesitating, K slicked up his erection and spread Hiro's legs. Slowly, he slid his length into Hiro's hot, tight entrance and pushed as deep as he could go. Oh, shit…yes!

Hiro cried out, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You're so tight…" K said in a guttural tone, leaning over Hiro and caressing his face. "I'll be gentle if you want me to," K added with a concerned voice.

Hiro opened his eyes to relish in the sweet console K offered, "No, don't stop, please." He heard himself plea, reaching up to touch K's hair.

Still buried inside the brunette, K leaned down and feathered a kiss over Hiro's parted lips. "Oh, I won't," he promised. The blond slowly started to work his hips back and forth, completely filling him.

Hiro writhed and clawed at the leather, tossing his head back in pleasure. K pumped faster. The brunette arched and cried out—one of his hands finding his own hardness, he stroked.

"Harder!" cried Hiro, tears of pleasure accumulating in the corners of his eyes.

K gave it to him harder! But the extra friction was bringing him to the brink—he drilled into Hiro and cried, "Uhnnn, I'm gonna come!"

"Yes…oh yeah! Urgh, I'm ready too…" Hiro panted in ecstasy.

"AAARRRHHHGGGG!!"

Both men went off at the same time, Hiro spilling his seed all over K's hand and K jetting deep inside Hiro.

Their world became still again, their hearts banging wildly…breath coming fast.

Hiro's lust drunk eyes looked up at K. The blond looked askew, his hair dishevelled, sweat moistening his face—he was so gorgeous. Hiro saw that K was also studying him, probably seeing a similar canvas. The brunette swept away some damp hair from his eyes and leaned in to plant a soft kiss to K's lips.

The blond wrapped his arms around Hiro and held him close in a loving embrace. Hiro let himself melt against the other man and sighed. They held fast to each other, their sweaty bodies glued together until each man came back to earth. Eventually the fog of lust lifted from their brains.

Still brushing aside Hiro's hair, K said, "I've wanted you for so long Hiro."

Hiro pulled back a little to look into K's eyes and added, "I can't believe we just did that. I mean…I had no idea…no idea how you felt."

"Having regrets already?"

Looking sharply at K, Hiro replied, "Of course not. I just can't believe how attracted I am to you. I mean, I always thought you were good looking, but—"

"—you have a girlfriend."

Hiro looked away, "I really don't know about that anymore…"

Petting over Hiro's hair, K held him tight. "I know Hiroshi, I know…"

K kissed the brunette's hair as he reached over to peek out of the blinds—the snow still fell. "I think you were right about taking the train."

Hiro shrugged he didn't care anymore. If they'd taken the train, then this never would have happened. "Do you really wish we took the train now?" he asked, smirking softly.

K chuckled. "I never would have been able to fuck your brains out on the train. I guess we'll just have to wait out the weather and make due, huh?" asked K, hoping that perhaps he could have Hiro one more time before the snow cleared.

"I guess we will have to, hopefully we're not late for the show," Hiro claimed and pushed himself up. He went to the fridge and was thrilled to find beer inside of it; K rocked! He grabbed one for himself and K. He also grabbed his guitar.

K was grateful for the beer Hiro thrust at him and popped it open. Neither man made any move to dress themselves (thank goodness the bus was heated), they just sat on the couch and enjoyed the after glow. For some reason, Hiro felt like it was a great time to lose himself in the music of his guitar. He placed the beer on the floor and settled the guitar on his lap. He rest back up against K and began to strum the guitar, completely naked.

A/N: I am working on the other chapters as quickly as I can. I work too, so it can be hard to finish quickly, but this is why I needed to post it up...so I'll finish it! I never post something I don't finish. For any new readers of this fic, I really hoped you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!