38

Burning

Furuichi would never admit to staring. Even though he knew he couldn't help himself. The longing of wanting to be wrapped up in Oga's arms again were tempting. He also knew that they were open, but after the trip to the hospital. Getting back with the drummer of Never Again didn't seem right, at least not right at this moment. The crowd cheered as the girls led an encore of a popular song, and Furuichi simply kept on staring at Oga's sweaty, muscular body. The drummer looked much better now. He looked healthy, Furuichi mused with a sigh. That's good.

Oga, Hilda and Aoi filed off stage with a huge grin on their collective mugs. Tonight's show was a huge hit. It took a little time for Oga to recover enough strength to handle a full show, and the whole group was glad their comeback was better than even they had anticipated. "Great show everyone!" Furuichi plastered on a big smile to congratulate the band. "Go get cleaned up, there's a VIP signing in twenty. I'll come get you all from your stage rooms in a bit."

Oga bit his tongue to fight the urge to scoop Furuichi up and kiss him hard on the mouth. The drummer walked quickly to his room as his rising member wanted more than a simple kiss. They all agreed that dating during the tour wouldn't do anyone any good right now. The girls seemed to be handling their separation very well. Why couldn't Oga be like them? The brunet's hard on pressed tighter against his pants when Furuichi knocked on the door. Oga quickly sat on a chair and placed his bag over his lap before groaning out, "Come in."

"Oga, I forgot to tell you that you'll need to sign- Are you alright?"

Oga grit his teeth, pinched his leg, and stubbed his toe against the wall. "I'm fine. I just need to be alone for a minute"

Furuichi's growing concern only helped to fuel Oga's desire to maul the other man. Furuichi cocked his head to the side and blew up his bangs. "There's a raging boner under there, huh?"

Oga closed his eyes when tears gathered in them, he never been so horny in his life. Furuichi closed the door behind him, undid his tie and turned Oga's chair out from under the table. "Don't you ever say I've never done anything for you."

Oga was too weak to stop Furuichi from unbuckling his pants and taking his length into a hot, pillowy mouth. "Furuichi…" Oga's head rolled back from the pleasure emanating all along his body. "Damn you're so good at that." Furuichi slid his mouth along the side of Oga's length, something he knew the drummer liked. The manager thought about all the times he wanted to take Oga back into his mouth again.

"You know," Furuichi quickly bobbed over the tip of a creaming cock, "I've always wanted to suck you off behind the drums during a show."

"What? Aw shit, if you keep talking like that…"

Oga's shaking hands rested on Furuichi's shoulders. Furuichi smirked, basking in the power of having the sadistic drummer on his metaphorical knees. Swirling a perfect pink tongue over the head of Oga's cock, Furuichi waited for Oga to get close to coming before sticking his tongue in the hole and squeezing the base of the drummer's length. "Nng! Fr-Furuichi!"

"Remember Oga, I'm not doing this again for you in the future."

Oga's chest heaved, his body quaking for release. He didn't have the stamina he used too before the trip to the hospital. The brunet vowed to step up his game. "Suck it. Now. And swallow it. All!" Oga grabbed fistfuls of Furuichi hair and made sure Furuichi took all of the length down to his throat. Furuichi moaned, doe brown eyes rolling to the back of his head. As much as he liked being in control, this felt right. "That's it. You bratty slut. Who do you think you're talking to? You like my cock down your throat, don't you?"

Furuichi fumbled with his own belt buckle. Rubbing in time with Oga's hands around his head, both men released their pent up, burning desires. Furuichi came up with a slurp and quickly grabbed his pocket hanky to wipe down the drool and snot from his face. Neither men knew what to say during the awkward silence when there was a loud bang from Hilda's room and twin moans coming from the only two girls they knew. "No dating, my ass." Oga hissed while struggling to get dressed.

Furuichi chuckled when his phone alerted him. "Looks like the VIP signing has been canceled. Birthday girl had a falling out with her friends. They're going home."

"Thank the gods," Oga scooped up Furuichi and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Ready for a real round?"

"You're terrible. At least let me text the girls. Og- wait damnit!" Furuichi giggled as his swatted at the grabby hands tickling and plucking at his body and clothes. "There," Furuichi dropped his phone on the table, "now where were we?"