Lace Over My Eyes

Chapter 1: Patched work Secret

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.

-Placebo

"Ooo! I love this song!" Miwako jumped after playing with George's new satellite stereo. "This came from Miwako's favorite movie!" She added with a giggle.

"Will you cut all that dancing!" Arashi snapped as he sat back down before a sewing machine.

"I remember Miwako saw the movie with Arashi at his apartment," She began telling Isabella. "And after that, all Arashi wanted that night was sex—''

"MIWAKO!" Arashi whined. The bubbly little fairy girl turned on her heel with a confused look. Isabella only chuckled politely behind a lace gloved hand.

"Oh no!" He exclaimed.

"What's the matter, Isabella?" Miwako tried her hardest to lean over the counter.

"I'm out of ingredients to make tempura for lunch." A small frown graced Isabella's face.

"I was really looking forward to your tempura!" Miwako groaned.

"Than looks like a trip to the market will suffice." George slowly got up from his little nap on the couch and walked over to the bar. "Isn't that right, Isabella?" George looked at the stately queen who shifted his eyes to Arashi for a moment.

"Well, let's go!" Miwako grabbed her purse before seizing Isabella's hand. "Hey, Arashi! Are you coming?"

"Oh, I—''

"Arashi is too far behind on the cocktail dress. He'll stay here and catch up." George said this while caressing Arashi's shoulders. The punk kept his eyes focused on the garment but his mind was consumed with the blue haired boy.

"Okay, Georgie!" Miwako dashed out of the studio with Isabella slowly making his way after her. Both guys watched the door close, anxiously waiting for their play time to begin.

Once the door closed Arashi flew from his chair and meshed his lips with George's. George's arms clamped tight around Arashi as he plunged his tongue deeply into Arashi's mouth. The rebel moaned softly, exploring his hands under George's shirt. Impatiently he began unbuttoning George's jacket and tossed it off.

"Why weren't you there after practice yesterday?" Arashi whispered before he licked George's ear. George grabbed Arashi's ass and lifted him up on the table. He pulled his lips from Arashi's slender neck to speak.

"My mother got sick again." He explained. With as much impatience as Arashi, George stripped the punk from his shirt and threw it away. He went back to slavering Arashi's neck with sloppy kisses all the way down till he stopped at his chest. The blue haired designer playfully bit and sucked the punk's sensitive skin. With each moan from Arashi, George grew vulgar with his actions.

Arashi curled his fingers through George's hair, eyes closed and breathing shallow as felt a slight pressure telling him to lie down. The punk obeyed while enjoying the feeling of an eager tongue slither its way down his tight torso. When he felt George fumble at his belt he raised himself on his elbows.

"George, what are yah—''

"Shh!" George hushed. Arashi knew what he was planning to do when he saw him unzip his pants.

"No!" He gasped. "Not that." He sat up to stop George but something in him made him not fight. The punk only had the will to stop George's hands but no more. He didn't have the will power to defy his desires.

"No?" George whispered as he circled his moist lips over Arashi's.

"No." Arashi answered but with some uncertainty. George licked Arashi's bottom lip teasingly. The punk quickly caught it in a kiss as he unbuttoned George's dress shirt furiously. Arashi pulled away from the kiss and began kissing along George's neck till he sunk his teeth deep within him.

George threw his head back and moaned, exciting Arashi all the more. Once Arashi knew he had made his mark his lips licked their way over to George's mouth but stopped when George drew back. Arashi looked at him hurt.

"So what was the movie?" George asked.

"What movie are you talking about?" Arashi chuckled as he leaned to kiss George again but the blue haired boy dodged it another time.

"The movie that you watched and got horny with Miwako." George's eyes lost their softness. He was serious.

"Cruel Intentions, nothing more." Arashi tried to laugh the situation away but he knew it wasn't working. "But I know it's not nearly as fun when I'm gonna watch it with you." He smiled.

"What makes you think that?" George chuckled also as they pressed their foreheads together and enjoyed the heat of the other's breath.

"How about you and me, tonight with Cruel Intentions. There you can see how horny I get." Arashi laughed but halted and sighed with ecstasy. He looked down and saw George crept his hand under his boxers. "You little shit." Arashi hissed seductively.

"Shut up." George said when he leaned back to kiss Arashi as he massaged the punk's pulsing length. Their leisure stopped short when George heard Miwako's lively voice sing behind the door.

"Shit!" Arashi cursed when he was woken from it also. George pulled his hand out of Arashi's pants and searched for his button down dress shirt.

"Arashi, where did you throw my shirt!" George whispered harshly.

"Where did you throw mine?" Arashi answered back. George luckily found his shirt but only threw it on with his jacket over it. Arashi was still shirtless as he frantically zipped his pants and buckled it.

"Hey guys!" Miwako greeted. "Me and Isabella found something—'' She stopped short at the scene. Isabella was behind her with the same thought.

"Oh, it's you Miwako!" George noted as he adjusted the measuring tape on Arashi's bare chest. "Just getting Arashi's measurements for a new piece I'm coming up with."

"Ah! Is George going to make men's clothes now!" Miwako trotted up to the pair.

"Well only maybe one outfit or two." George answered. Arashi stood there, hiding a blush and wiping away the sweat from his forehead.

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