9.
The dressing room was dark when I went in, the rest of the band had gone out to drink but I wanted to hang back. I wanted to see if Takeru was still lurking about somewhere. I stepped into the dark room and sat down my guitar case, then not bothering to flip on the lights I edged my way over to the mattress sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. It was there in case anything drastic ever happened. Like if I went into heatstroke or one of the members felt ill, the cot was there as a neccessary precaution. To this day it had never been used for anything other than a place to sit when you were practicing. My hand reached instinctively for the pack of cigarettes that should've been sitting beside the cot. But there was nothing.
I sighed, that was just wonderful. All this and I couldn't even sooth the nic-fit I was having. I lay back on the pillowless matress putting an arm over my eyes as though I were trying to block out the world. As though I could've seen anything even with my eyes opened and uncovered. It was pitch black in there, the room had no windows. It was just a backroom at the club mainly. I'd nearly fallen asleep when something was placed between my lips. It was a ciggarette. I smirked against the familiar taste, as somebody seated themselves on my waist resting their legs on either side of my thin frame. A flicker of light arose in the room as the stranger lit up my ciggarette. But it wasn't a stranger.
"You were looking for one right?" Takeru asked in the dim firelight. I nodded inhaling deeply on the ciggarette and then pulled it out of my mouth and ground the smoke out on the ground.
"I was. But I found something better." I informed him, he released the button on the lighter a small clatter alerted me that he'd thrown it aside. Then I was acutely aware of the fact that I could feel his breath against my face, his hands sliding under my shirt alerted every nerve in my body. This was it. This had to be it. I didn't know how much longer I could stand putting it off. Then his lips were on mine, pressing needily lustily into my mouth. It was something entirely different from what we'd had earlier. This was pure want. Desire that had built up over the day. It was strange to think that all this had only happened in a single day.
"I love you." I whispered into his mouth, he didn't reply quieting me with kisses that said simply that he felt the same. It was more then good enough.
"You were singing for me, weren't you Yama-kun?" Takeru asked in a rather husky and broken voice as he struggled to unbutton my shirt. I pushed his hands away pulling it over my head instead.
"Just for you." I specified. Even in the dark I could feel him grinning, he kissed his way down my exposed chest purposely bucking his hips against mine. I grabbed for him pulling him up by the shoulders and pressed my lips to his, it was like I couldn't live without feeling him there. And I wanted to feel him there forever. Our tongues melded in a passionate, frenzied meeting everything was going so quick I was afraid it would be over before I could even experience it. But I couldn't slow it down, and I didn't really want to. I just wanted it--him now. I forced his shirt over his head pressing kisses to the soft skin of his neck. I knew from experience that in the proper moonlight his skin almost shined. It was an unearthly glow that revealed what I'd known all along. Takeru was an angel and should an angel really be violated in this way just for my own gruesome desire?
I groaned softly holding him to my chest resting my face against his collarbone, kissing the delicate defined bones. It became clear then that this was not the time. This was not the place. No matter how much I wanted it Takeru deserved better. He atleast deserved the comfort of a real bed for his first time. This was the reason I rolled out from underneath his body and flipped on the lightswitch. I grabbed my shirt off the ground pulling it back over my head and walked out of the room leaving T.K. to stare after me in confusion and wonder.
The dressing room was dark when I went in, the rest of the band had gone out to drink but I wanted to hang back. I wanted to see if Takeru was still lurking about somewhere. I stepped into the dark room and sat down my guitar case, then not bothering to flip on the lights I edged my way over to the mattress sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. It was there in case anything drastic ever happened. Like if I went into heatstroke or one of the members felt ill, the cot was there as a neccessary precaution. To this day it had never been used for anything other than a place to sit when you were practicing. My hand reached instinctively for the pack of cigarettes that should've been sitting beside the cot. But there was nothing.
I sighed, that was just wonderful. All this and I couldn't even sooth the nic-fit I was having. I lay back on the pillowless matress putting an arm over my eyes as though I were trying to block out the world. As though I could've seen anything even with my eyes opened and uncovered. It was pitch black in there, the room had no windows. It was just a backroom at the club mainly. I'd nearly fallen asleep when something was placed between my lips. It was a ciggarette. I smirked against the familiar taste, as somebody seated themselves on my waist resting their legs on either side of my thin frame. A flicker of light arose in the room as the stranger lit up my ciggarette. But it wasn't a stranger.
"You were looking for one right?" Takeru asked in the dim firelight. I nodded inhaling deeply on the ciggarette and then pulled it out of my mouth and ground the smoke out on the ground.
"I was. But I found something better." I informed him, he released the button on the lighter a small clatter alerted me that he'd thrown it aside. Then I was acutely aware of the fact that I could feel his breath against my face, his hands sliding under my shirt alerted every nerve in my body. This was it. This had to be it. I didn't know how much longer I could stand putting it off. Then his lips were on mine, pressing needily lustily into my mouth. It was something entirely different from what we'd had earlier. This was pure want. Desire that had built up over the day. It was strange to think that all this had only happened in a single day.
"I love you." I whispered into his mouth, he didn't reply quieting me with kisses that said simply that he felt the same. It was more then good enough.
"You were singing for me, weren't you Yama-kun?" Takeru asked in a rather husky and broken voice as he struggled to unbutton my shirt. I pushed his hands away pulling it over my head instead.
"Just for you." I specified. Even in the dark I could feel him grinning, he kissed his way down my exposed chest purposely bucking his hips against mine. I grabbed for him pulling him up by the shoulders and pressed my lips to his, it was like I couldn't live without feeling him there. And I wanted to feel him there forever. Our tongues melded in a passionate, frenzied meeting everything was going so quick I was afraid it would be over before I could even experience it. But I couldn't slow it down, and I didn't really want to. I just wanted it--him now. I forced his shirt over his head pressing kisses to the soft skin of his neck. I knew from experience that in the proper moonlight his skin almost shined. It was an unearthly glow that revealed what I'd known all along. Takeru was an angel and should an angel really be violated in this way just for my own gruesome desire?
I groaned softly holding him to my chest resting my face against his collarbone, kissing the delicate defined bones. It became clear then that this was not the time. This was not the place. No matter how much I wanted it Takeru deserved better. He atleast deserved the comfort of a real bed for his first time. This was the reason I rolled out from underneath his body and flipped on the lightswitch. I grabbed my shirt off the ground pulling it back over my head and walked out of the room leaving T.K. to stare after me in confusion and wonder.