Tsukiyama turned, shocked to find Kaneki tugging on his arm.
"You're not leaving yet, right? I mean, I just sang a song for you."
Tsukiyama sputtered unattractively at this. That song had been for him? Kaneki looked at his expression and laughed, pulling Tsukiyama back to stand with the rest of the band.
"I didn't think you meant me."
Tsukiyama said. Touka laughed and Rize rolled her eyes at him.
"You've been to every show we do here. And we're in the same college. Of course I noticed your crush, Tsukiyama Shuu. You're not bad-looking yourself, you know."
Kaneki laughed. He then turned to his band mates.
"Well, you know what to do. Go have a drink for me."
The girls and Naki just laughed and began to walk off, arms linked and gossiping about the whatever it is girls gossip about. Banjou shot Kaneki a bemused look that screamed 'really?'. Ayato glared at Tsukiyama before walking off after them. Tsukiyama frowned. Had he angered Ayato? He didn't think so, considering they had never spoken, but there had to be a reason he was getting the Kirishima Death Glare.
"Did I insult Ayato somehow?"
He asked Kaneki. He shook his head, laughing.
"Nah, he's just pissy since you're staying here with me and not him."
Kaneki pulled Tsukiyama onto the tour bus. Tsukiyama raised his purple eyebrows.
"Does he usually stay here with you?"
Kaneki grinned, shutting the door behind them.
"Well, yes. I need someone to practise on so I'll be decent when I find someone I want to keep around."
Kaneki walked up closer to Tsukiyama and looped his arms around the other man's neck.
"But enough about Ayato. I don't feel like sharing the spotlight tonight."
Kaneki used his arms to pull Tsukiyama down into an open-mouthed kiss, giving him no time to think. Tsukiyama went with it easily, letting his brain take a backseat and kissing the white-haired screamer back roughly. Their tongues tangled and Tsukiyama locked his arms around Kaneki's waist. Both were panting and gasping, little moans escaping from Kaneki. Tsukiyama noticed the tightness in his pants and rolled his hips against Kaneki's, both of their hard-ons obvious and aching.
"Fuck."
Kaneki muttered against his lips. His hands slipped under Tsukiyama's shirt, pulling it off before taking his own off. He began walking backwards through the tour bus, neither seperating. When Kaneki's lower back bumped against his bunk, Tsukiyama paused and pushed him back onto it, climbing over him. Kaneki growled and grabbed his shoulders. With one quick movement, he reversed their positions.
"Uh-uh. I'm the star of the show. And I don't bottom like that."
Kaneki said, straddling his hips. Smirking down at him, he deftly undid the buttons on Tsukiyama's jeans.
"You're going to have to help me get these off, you know. I don't mind, though. They made your ass look great."
Tsukiyama moaned, pulling Kaneki down to kiss him again. Nipping his bottom lip, Tsukiyama worked on helping him pull his jeans off. Once he was out of them, Kaneki flung them to the wall on the other side of the bunk. They were quickly joined by the rest of their clothes. Kaneki broke the kiss, leaning over Tsukiyama. He reached an arm into the corner of the bunk, pulling out a small bottle. Grinning, he sat back up.
"Ready for the show, Shuu?"
Uncapping the lottle bottle, he smeared the slick substance over several fingers. Setting the bottle back down, he reached behind himself. Tsukiyama's eyes widened and he hardened even more as he realised what Kaneki was about to do. His face twitched a little when he put the first finger in. He added a second quickly after and began to move them.
"Ahh... Shuu... hah..."
Kaneki moaned, writhing on top of Tsukiyama. Watching him fuck himself on his fingers was too much. His hand jumped up to grab his hip, but Kaneki's other hand slapped it away.
"Heh, not yet."
Kaneki added a third finger, moaning even louder. It took all of Tsukiyama's will power not to grab the smaller male, flip him over and just fuck him, hard. Finally, Kaneki pulled his fingers out and lifted his body up so he was hovering over Tsukiyama's hard member. Looking straight into his eyes through messy white hair, he slowly relaxed his muscles and sank down until he was fully seated in his lap.
"Damn, you're big."
Kaneki rocked back and forth, sending waves of pleasure washing over him. Tsukiyama let his head fall back on the pillow, a moan escaping his lips as his hands flew up to grip Kaneki's hips. Kaneki rose back up on his thighs before slamming back down.
"Ahh... Ken..."
Kaneki laughed breathlessly, starting to move faster.
"I love you like this, Shuu. Looking totally wreaked and desperate for me. You look so hot."
Kaneki moaned. Tsukiyama sat up, cupping the back of his head and kissing him hard. Kaneki laughed into his mouth and pushed him back down. He started moving faster, Tsukiyama thrusting up in time to meet him. His hand closed around Kaneki's hard and leaking member. He moaned and his hands landed on Tsukiyama's shoulders to support himself. With a drawn out groan from the both of them, they climaxed. Kaneki shuddered, long ribbons of white spewing over his and Tsukiyama's stomach. He slumped to the side, separating from Tsukiyama.
"Hah, that was a great decision. You're good."
Kaneki grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself off, then reached down to grab the blanket. He pulled it up over them both.
"You want me to stay?"
Tsukiyama asked. He had sort of expected Kaneki to kick him right out.
"Well, yeah."
Kaneki leaned over him, kissing him a little more slowly this time. Tsukiyama returned the kiss, fingers trailing lightly over his back. Kaneki broke the kiss, laying his head down on his chest.
"G'night."
Tsukiyama woke up to the light of a phone screen on his face.
"Kaneki?"
Kaneki lifted his head up from Tsukiyama's bare chest to look at him.
"Ohayo. Your friend Kanae is texting me. He's angry since neither of us are in class right now and he knows you went to my show last night."
Tsukiyama sighed.
"Why is he angry at you, then?"
Kaneki laughed.
"Hell if I know. It's not a crime to skip school since you overslept because you had a round with your boyfriend the previous night. As for why he's texting me, I think that's because you left your phone at home. I wrote my number on your hand by the way."
Tsukiyama raised his eyebrows at the top of the white head.
"Boyfriend?"
Kaneki nodded.
"Yep. You don't get a choice. I missed seeing you in the crowd when I went on tour, you know. Not seeing you in the crowd, it made it less fun for me. So you owe me a chance with you after causing me that much discomfort."
Tsukiyama tried to hide the smile creeping across his face at the words. Kaneki said it in his usual tone, like it wasn't anything special, but Tsukiyama knew it was.
"Then you'd better use me instead of Ayato, mon cher."
Kaneki rolled onto his stomach so they were facing.
"What, jealous Oberon?"
Kaneki laughed.
"Sorry. I used to read a lot when I was younger. And of course. I swear, I won't do anything like that with Ayato anymore."
Kaneki leaned up to kiss him. His tongue slid over Tsukiyama's bottom lip and he nipped at it lightly. Tsukiyama closed his eyes, fingers threading through the soft white hair.
"Kaneki..."
"What? We're already late for school. It's fine if we're more late..."