The photoshoot was... well, it was a photoshoot. We posed, in various costumes and states of dress, mainly using outfits from our SCL project songs, or from Magnet, or just our standard outfits, or casual, or really whatever Jaci or the photographer wanted to see. We posed together: embracing, not quite touching, almost kissing, dancing, etc. There was even a bench, so we could lay down a few times. I could tell Kaito was having a lot more fun than I was: the way he held me, the way he blushed... it didn't seem like acting. I wasn't even sure I was acting either, but still, it made me a little uncomfortable. We became increasingly errotic; shirts came off, he took out my ponytail, we kissed. I'm glad the shoot stopped when it did, or else we probably would have ended up posing naked. We got out at around five like I anticipated, and I called Miku to let her know that we needed a ride. And we got dressed properly.
We all piled into Miku's car: She was driving, Gumi rode shotgun, and the rest of us crammed into the back. Of course, there was a lot more room back there than it looked like, so none of us were terribly uncomfortable. Of course, Kaito got squished up next to Len, and that was awkwardly hilarious in itself, especially after today's adventure. I was on the other side of Kaito, and next to Meiko. I liked her; she's quiet like me. It wasn't long until we got to the place: a sushi restaurant. We all sat down and placed our orders. It seemed oddly quiet; I guessed it was because the security agents of our company had already cleared the place out.
"So guys," Miku asked us while we were waiting, "how was the photoshoot?"
"It was alright," Kaito answered.
"I thought it was stupid," I replied.
"I know the feeling," Gumi piped up. "Jaci tried to get Miku and I to do a yuri calendar together. Like, really? Do I look like a yuri kinda girl to you?"
"Well, I dunno, you could pull it off," Kaito remarked. It's a good thing Gumi was on the other end of the table, because otherwise she would've slapped him. Then again, he probably needed slapped, so I hit him for her. "Ow! I was just saying..."
"But, you know, it's kinda nice to know she also roped you guys into her homosexual fantasies." Gumi continued. "She's such a bitch. 'That stuff sells like hotcakes!'" the vocaloid mocked in a high-pitched, perky voice. "'We were thinking of making a calendar!'" She rolled her eyes, and we all laughed at her rather accurate impression of our publicist.
"And I mean, I love how when she comes to get us in the morning, she just walks right in, like she lives there," Gumi kept going, encouraged by our feedback: "'I'm respecting your privacy by knocking but showing my authority as your publicist by coming in anyway!~'"
"I know, right?" Kaito continued. "I've been tempted to leave something nasty in the doorway for her to find, just to teach her."
"Oh, believe me, I already have," Gumi replied with a twisted smile.
"Ok, seriously though," Miku piped up, "she left the most terrifying hologram I've ever seen just standing there. I couldn't sleep at all."
"And so of course, when Jaci opened the door," Gumi continued, "She screeched like a banshee and I'm pretty sure she wet herself." Gumi chuckled darkly at the memory. "Of course, she found out it was just me, but still..."
"Gumi, you realize," I told her, smiling, "this is why everyone thinks you're crazy."
"I am perfectly ok with that," she answered, in a way that reminded me of Kaito's comment on fanservice. "Besides, she had it coming."
"And, what's with our apartments only having one bed?" Len broke in. "I mean, I get having a roommate in case something happens, but why do we have to sleep together?"
"Seriously," Gumi answered. "The first night that happened I searched the whole place because I was convinced she was secretly hoping to get some footage of us having sex or something. I mean, I didn't find anything... but I wouldn't put it past her."
"She probably based the room arrangements off of popular shipping pairs," Rin giggled.
"I wasn't aware anyone shipped me with Luka..." Meiko murmured.
"Honey, it's the internet," Kaito told her, "everybody gets shipped with everybody. Always."
"Still, she doesn't have to attract attention to it like she does," I remarked calmly. Len sighed.
"We're just money-makers to her," he muttered, defeated. "She looks at us and all she sees is dollar signs."
"Hey man, I think you're more than dollar signs," Kaito told him. I guess he was trying to flirt, but it didn't seem to be working very well.
"I... uh... thank you?" Len answered, confused. Kaito sighed, thoroughly defeated. I smiled. He was trying so hard.
"Anyways," I spoke up, trying to change the subject, "you never told us how you got out of that yuri photoshoot."
"I threatened to disappear again," Gumi answered with a wicked smile. "That shut her up pretty quick."
"I understand that you're proud of yourself," Miku replied, "but she's just gonna make me do it with Rin or someone else..." Gumi patted Miku's shoulder.
"Well then, it sucks to be you doesn't it?" she joked. I remember when Gumi went missing, about a year and a half ago. She just dissapeared; like she walked out the door without telling anyone anything. She didn't even take her phone. Jaci nearly had a heart attack; we couldn't find her anywhere. And then, one day, she just sort of... reappeared. Walked into the studio as if nothing had ever happened. Ever since then, we've been required to have a roommate, in case one of us got kidnapped or... just randomly decided to walk out, I guess. Gumi was a strange case, that was for sure, and that supported my idea that our behavior was based on something besides programming.
"So what've you two been doing today?" Kaito asked Gumi and Miku.
"Working on Vocahorror for the Halloween Concert," Miku answered.
"It's stupid; that concert's not for almost six months," Gumi retorted.
"Well, but I heard that you boys have a concert in about three days," Meiko changed the subject, addressing Kaito, Len, and I. I nodded.
"Jaci's working our butts off for it too," Kaito answered. "Although, it'll be good to get on stage again."
"It's a lot of work..." Len muttered, "but... I am looking forward to performing with you again, Gakupo-senpai." (We had decided that to avoid confusion, we would use our officially designated ages for honor suffixes and the like – Len is designated to be fourteen, and while I don't have an official age, it's clear by my design that I'm an adult around the mid-twenties.) Was he blushing? It might've been the light. Nevertheless, I nodded and smiled back.
Our food arrived, and we talked, laughed, and ate late into the night.
"That was fun," Kaito remarked as we got back into our apartment. "We should do that more often."
"Well, tell Miku, not me!" I laughed. "She's the one with a car, after all."
"Still..." Kaito continued, a little more depressed than earlier. "Len really doesn't like me at all..."
"Oh, come on. You didn't do that bad," I reassured him. "'I think you are more than dollar signs,' is probably the pick up line of the century." I thought the joke would cheer him up.
"Whatever," he smiled bitterly. "He sure seems to like you though."
"What?"
"Oh come on, you must've noticed. All of dinner he was sitting there, staring at you like 'Notice me senpai.' All I managed to do today was embarrass myself."
"Hey man, you know I'm not looking for a relationship right now," I told him. "There's nothing to be jealous of. Besides, it really wasn't that bad."
"Whatever..."
"Look man, I got your back," I told him. "Whatever happens, you've always got me." He looked at me and smiled, and it was a little more than friendship in his eyes.
"Thanks, man," he told me. "I really appreciate it." We got ready for bed. Kaito just stripped to his boxers and collapsed, but I have a habit of drinking chamomile tea before going to sleep. And I wear pajamas. When I got to the bedroom, Kaito hadn't gone to sleep yet; he was still on his phone. He switched it off and sat it on the nightstand when he saw me come in. I hate light when I sleep, and cell phone light is no exception. He pulled the blanket over him, and I crawled in on the other side, turning off the lamp on my nightstand. The room went dark.
"Goodnight, Kaito."
"Goodnight." I lay there on my side, facing away from him, my eyes closed. I could feel my brain start to fall into sleep mode for the night. I was almost there when I felt Kaito touch my shoulder.
"Mm?" I murmured, groggy from sleep mode being interrupted. "What is it Kaito?"
"I can't sleep," I heard him whisper in my ear. "I'm lonely." I opened my eyes. That's always how he starts.
"Kaito, I'm tired," I told him. "Go to sleep."
"I'm sorry," he whispered back, his breath hot in my ear. "I can't stop thinking about the photoshoot. The way you touched me..." His grip tightened, and now I was thinking about it. I hated being aroused like this. What was so hard to understand about not wanting a relationship? Casual sex has never seemed right to me. Besides, what was all that about wanting to go steady, to hook up with Len? Did he really think Len would be ok with this? I mean, I really care about Kaito, but doesn't that mean I should do what's best for him instead of what he wants? I turned around to face him, fully intending to tell him this, but I saw his face; I saw the moonlight shining desperate in his deep blue eyes, and I couldn't help myself. I gently took the side of his face in one hand, pulled him forward, and kissed him.
It was meant to be short, simple; I hadn't wanted to lose myself just yet, but he kissed back hard, and I almost couldn't resist. Mouthes open, tongues intertwining, fingers running through hair... We paused for a moment to let him take off my shirt, and we went straight back to it. I fell off the edge; I couldn't help myself anymore. I let myself drown in my desire. He started kissing my neck, my chest, his lips falling lower and lower on my body. I accepted the pass, and started reaching under his boxers, feeling him. Clothes came off. Bodies intertwined. I could feel myself overheating, and he felt hot too. I barely breathed between kisses, addicted to his taste, addicted to his touch. We lay there naked; kissing, fingering, stroking for what seemed like forever.
I was sucking on his neck, when I heard him whisper to me, desperate lust trembling in his voice:
"Give it to me, please? I want you inside me." I should've known he'd ask me to do that.
"I don't have anything to make it... smoother. I can grab something from the bathroom if–"
"No! No, don't get up. It's fine. Do it anyway."
"That's really gonna hurt you."
"I don't care."
I let go of him so he could roll over onto his other side. I wrapped my arms around his chest, and took a moment just to touch him. I kissed his neck and shoulders, nibbled lightly on his ear, licked his jawbone gently... I found my entry, and bit his shoulder softly as I penetrated him. He shouted and tensed, and I tightened my grip on his chest. There was so much pressure; he was so tight... the way he moaned and clawed the sheets when I pushed deeper... it was almost too much for me to take. Feeling him breathe, hearing him cry out my name... Not to mention I was doing a fair amount of moaning myself, sucking on his neck and shoulders... He was definitely going to have a few hickies when I was done with him. I already knew where his sweet spot was, and feeling him shudder every time I hit it was immensely satisfying. He started crying louder, and with a shout, he climaxed, and his whole body shuddered. I almost couldn't take it, but I couldn't stop now. I just couldn't. He groaned as I continued to pound him.
"Are you done yet?" he gasped, exhausted.
"Not yet, not yet, almost..." I replied through gritted teeth. I was so close. Just a little harder... So close... Finally, I felt the release, and I came so hard I almost screamed. I slowed down, and rode it out, until I was completely finished. I licked his ear one last time, and fell sideways onto my back, completely drained. I felt Kaito crawl up onto my chest, and I held him loosely, combing through his hair until we both fell asleep.