Author's Note: This chapter does depict non con drug use and violence
A tall man in a black leather overcoat barreled into the almost empty dressing room, reporters lingered at the drinks and food table. "These guys fucking rocked, crap they were good," he had press credentials hanging on his neck. Looking at the few people left, he looked around, "where the fuck is Shinso?"
"He's back there, talking with Todoroki," a man pointed to another room.
"What the fuck, some rock band, where's the after party?" The man strutted through the dressing room shaking his head. "Bunch of pointless losers more like."
"You're about an hour late asshole, most everyone left," another reporter called back packing up his stuff.
"All but my little partier Shin," he laughed and pushed open the door to the back.
The man blew through the back door, Shinso was sitting with Todoroki, they both looked up at the intrusion. "Hey fucker! Look who's back." He laughed, grabbing a beer sitting down next to them both, "Shoto, how's it going?"
"Romero?" Shoto sat back regarding the aggressive man with a leveled gaze. "When do you cover these types of bands? I thought you did all the younger groups?" He noticed Shinso stiffened, looking away, his jaw clenched.
"I do, but I live near here, saw my old buddy performing so I came to say hi, see what he's up to." Romero smiled wide at Shinso, he pulled him into a hug. "Been a long time, Shin."
"It has," Shinso mumbled, the man's clammy hands made his skin crawl, he edged away from him.
"What kind of welcome is that?" He squeezed the back of his neck, Shinso recoiled from his touch. Romero peered closer at Shoto's notes, laughing, "fuck you take this job way to seriously Todoroki." Eyes moving between the two of them, Romero arched a brow, "oh did I interrupt something, a quickie before the bus?"
"No," Todoroki stood, "I was just leaving, thanks Shinso, this is great stuff, I'll post tonight." He opened the door to leave.
"Bye Todo," the door closed without a response. "Always was an arrogant prick," Romero drank from his beer, his eyes sweeping down the singer's body, "you look fucking good Shin."
"I'm finished giving interviews," Shinso moved further away, eyes staying downcast.
Pulling out a package of pills, Romero wiggled it in front of Shinso. "No more fucking interviews," he laughed, "it's playtime, I brought your favorite shit, thought we could have a good ol' swing down memory lane."
"I'd rather not Romero, I'm tired as fuck." Shinso's voice trembled.
"That's the fucking reason, dope head," he smacked Shinso on the forehead. "I know how much you love to fuck when you're rolling." Pulling out a pill Romero grinned, "now open up," he put the pill on his own tongue.
"No, Romero," Shinso started to get up.
Wrapping his hand around Shinso's neck, Romero dug his thumb into his mouth, his other hand grabbing his crotch. As the singer gasped at the tight hold on his cock and balls, Romero slipped his tongue with the pill into his mouth. Sliding his hand up into Shinso's soft purple hair he clenched his fist, pulling his head back hard.
Shinso's head snapped back, he tried to find the pill with his tongue. "Stop!" He yelled, clawing at the hand gripping his hair painfully. Romero tipped his beer into his mouth as he screamed out, the cold liquid overflowing, dripping down his face. Slamming his chin closed, he let go of his hair. Shinso inhaled and swallowed beer at the same time. Sputtering and coughing, he wheezed, "you asshole, fuck, you damn prick!" Shoving his hands in his mouth, he tried to find the pill. "Fuck!" He stuck his tongue out, the pill was gone. Tears sprang in his eyes, his scalp screaming in pain. "You fucker," he whimpered still looking for the drug. A large hand clamped over his mouth. Black eyes peered at him.
"All this makes me feel like you don't like me Shin," Romero licked his nose, "I know that ain't fuckin' true. You know I love making you into my little party boy." A pounding on the door reverberated in the room as it opened.
"Hey man you gotta go," a stage hand poked his head in the door, "we're fucking closing up." He eyed the two men, one bent over spitting on the floor, "you okay?"
"Yeah, drank my beer fucking wrong," Shinso choked out, purple eyes glared at the Romero. "We should go, if they're closing up the place," Shinso tried to release himself from his tight grasp.
"Let's go together, be more fun at the hotel anyway," Romero clamped onto Shinso's hand harder, yanking him through the room. He followed the stage hand out into the hallway where they headed down to the bus.
Hearing the backstage door swing open, Ojiro stood up and folded up his chair. "Are you ready?" He called out, pausing as he saw Shinso come down the ramp under the arm of a tall man, his blue hair swept back, a long black trench coat swinging around his lean body. Ojiro could tell something was off. "Hey Shinso," his voice was guarded.
"Hey." Shinso fidgeted under Romero's arm averting his gaze from Ojiro.
"Hi," Romero looked closer at the man standing by the bus, "what's your name?"
"Ojiro, you?"
"Name's Romero, I'm a reporter." He held up his badge.
Ojiro looked between the two, he tried to make eye contact with Shinso but he kept his gaze on the hand gripping his arm. Shinso finally glanced up at him, his eyes wide with fear, Ojiro noticed he was struggling to breath. "How do you know each other?"
"On and off with the Wonders, was my first gig as a reporter." Romero's black eyes glinted, "he was always my favorite to interview." Yanking Shinso harder, he squeezed the arm around his shoulder tighter. "You party?" He smiled at Ojiro.
Bristling Ojiro kept his voice calm, "occasionally." Wide purple eyes darted back up to look at him, Shinso shook his head slightly, he looked back down.
"Yeah?" Romero let his black eyes roam Ojiro's stocky frame, "Shin's the best I ever met, boy can party for days." He kissed his cheek. Shinso shivered under his arm, he turned his head. Grabbing his chin roughly, Romero licked up the side of his face. "Don't fucking pull away," he murmured.
The tension in Shinso's chest was starting to build, like he'd swallowed a balloon that was expanding in his lungs too fast, he gulped in the night air. The feel of Romero's tongue on his face hurt his skin. He pushed at him, "d-don't." The reporter grabbed a fistful of purple hair, yanking his head back again. Shinso yelped, tears stinging his eyes, the pain was exploding through his body, like a wave of glass shattering along his inflamed nerves. Tears slid down his cheeks.
Chuckling Romero licked at his tears. "You taste good," he purred. Giving Ojiro a side glance, he gripped Shinso's chin. "Have you swallowed this guy's dick yet, Shin?" He sneered at the stocky blonde, "he's got a hell of a throat on him, if you don't already know."
Every muscle tensed in Ojiro's body, he wanted to smash his fist into the lewd expression reflected in Romero's face. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he needed to think clearly. First, he had to get him away from Shinso. Putting his hands on his hips, he tipped his head, "no, but tonight is only our first night on the road." He took a step closer to Romero, his voice husky, "now me, I'm better known for my ass than my mouth."
"Fuck," Romero stared at Ojiro, he licked his lips, practically drooling. His heart was hammering in his chest, Romero wasn't sure if it was the high or the new possibility unfolding with this fucking hot little blonde, either way he didn't give a shit. "Fuck, let's get on board and get to the hotel," he yanked on Shinso's hair again, smiling at the moan coming from the singer. "He's on the up, in about twenty minutes or so he'll be rolling, then he'll do anything." Pulling out the package of pills he tossed it to Ojiro, "take one of these."
Snatching the package out of the air, Ojiro looked at the yellow pills carefully, "E?"
"Yeah, cut with some speed, make you cum like a monster all night." Romero laughed harshly, he started to pull Shinso on the bus.
"What do you have to offer?" Ojiro held the pills up in the air, "besides these."
"What?" Romero stopped, Shinso bent under his heavy arm as he turned back to Ojiro.
"You say he's got a good mouth, I got an ass that can go all night," Ojiro let his eyes wander down the man's body staring at his crotch. "How do I know you got what it takes to get me off?" Walking forward, he laid his hand on the man's hard dick.
"Feel it? Big enough for you?" Romero breathed eagerly.
"Feeling and seeing is different," Ojiro rubbed his fingers along the outline of his shaft. "I want to see the shape."
"Fuck, I like you," Romero snickered, he let go of Shinso. Wrenching open his pants, they dropped down slightly, he pulled out his hard cock. "This will pound that ass plenty for you, why don't you give it a taste?"
"That's impressive, I just might," Ojiro leaned in close to him, smiling. Grabbing Romero's now loose hand in one move, he spun his body around quickly, yanking his trapped arm up and away from his back at an unnatural angle. Ojiro continued to twist until he could feel the cartilage beginning to grind in Romero's shoulder socket.
"Hey! Hey! WHAT THE FUCK!?" Romero tried to move, the fucker only pulled harder on his arm. Screaming, he felt the ligaments in his shoulder begin to tear, pain chewed down his arm. "STOP! Let me go!" A foot slammed into his leg sideways, Romero crashed to his knees, his arm bending further back. "FUCK!" Spittle flying as he closed his eyes, the pain slammed into his chest, he couldn't breathe. "You're tearing my fucking arm off!" He choked out trying to suck in air.
Shinso stumbled grabbing the handle on the bus, he swayed as a wave of nausea hit him. Groaning he bent over, bile gushed, scraping his throat and mouth as it splattered on the ground spraying across Romero and Ojiro.
"Fuck! Fuck! You stupid kid!" Romero's breath pushed out of his lungs as Ojiro twisted his arm higher. "Stop, please fuck, stop, I'm press, man, this is gonna look fucking bad," his voice now higher as the agony wrenched through his shoulder.
Stepping out of the bathroom in his sweats and t-shirt, Katsuki heard shouting at the front of the bus. Padding through the main area, he looked out the door. Ojiro had a man pinned to the ground, arm twisted behind his back. From the side of the bus, he heard the sound of someone throwing up. "Oi, what the fuck is going on?" He jumped down the stairs. Shinso was hunched over, spitting puke on the ground.
Letting go of Romero, Ojiro backed up a step. "He was fucking with Shinso, I think he's high." His voice defensive, he eyed the press tags around Romero's neck, he knew reporters could be troublesome.
"I'm gonna fucking sue you asshole!" Romero grabbed his limp hand, pain tingling down to his fingertips. "You're losing your job, everything!" Struggling to stand, his pants now around his ankles, he reeled. Romero looked at the man that had emerged from the bus, "this asshole should get fired!"
Katsuki pulled Shinso to his feet, "you okay?"
"No," Shinso's face was streaked with tears, "it's him," he whispered, bile rising in his throat again. His heart was beating too fast, blood pounding in his ears, putting his hands over the sound, he closed his eyes. "Fuck, I hate this shit!"
"Who Hitoshi?" Katsuki grabbed him in a hug, "who is he?"
"That reporter, from when I was a Wonder, that guy, the one who," his voice grew too quiet to hear. Red eyes snapped back to the man now pulling up his pants one handed.
"Him? That's the fucking guy!?" Hatred surged through Katsuki's brain like a red-hot poker. When he'd been helping Shinso get clean he'd told him about a reporter who had used his position with the Wonders to get him hooked onto drugs and screw him whenever he could. "That's the fucking reporter!?" Katsuki's voice was laced with rage.
"Yeah." Shinso nodded, he pushed out of his arms, "I need to fucking sit down." He fell back onto the bus step. Katsuki turned back to Ojiro, "take care of him," he pointed to Shinso now leaning on the side of the open door moaning.
"What about this guy?" Ojiro pointed to the snarling reporter.
"I got him, he's fucking mine." Katsuki's smile was feral as he wrapped his arm around the reporter's neck. "Let's take a fucking walk."
"You gonna fire that asshole?" Romero looked back at Ojiro.
"Let's fucking talk about that," Katsuki half-dragged the man to the far side of the building.
Running to Shinso, Ojiro picked him up, cradling his body. Moving through the bus and down the small hall, he kicked open the door setting him on the bed. "Sit here, I'm getting you some water." He raced back to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he poured a glass of water, dashing back to Shinso. "Drink a little bit," he helped Shinso take a small sip.
"I feel so crappy, I feel like," Tears flowed from his eyes "I - I can't breathe Ojiro." Shinso gulped in air, "I hate the up, I always did, I hate him too."
"Yeah, he's a dick," Ojiro nodded, "how long since you took the pill?"
"I didn't take it, he stuck it in my mouth, fuck, made me swallow it, fuck! This sucks!" Shinso started sobbing, "make it stop," he gripped Ojiro's shirt.
"Okay, calm down," he could see Shinso was starting to hyperventilate. "Hey, hey," Ojiro cooed, stroking his hair, "it's going to be fine, I'm right here for you. Can you look at me." Purple eyes stared at him, his pupils mostly black. "There you go," he stroked his cheeks, keeping his eyes locked on his. "You see me?"
"Yeah, I – I do," Shinso's eyes wobbled, "I think I do," he shook his head, a warmth pushed out from his stomach enveloping his body.
"I saw you tonight Shinso, only you," Ojiro held his face gently.
"You did?" Shinso's eyes grew wider, he smiled.
"Yeah, you were magnificent," he lifted the glass to his lips, "drink a little bit more for me." Shinso nodded, his breathing started to calm down. He took another small sip.
Shinso's eyes widened, "Oh," he gasped as the cold water slipped down into his stomach, "so cold! I can feel it everywhere!"
Ojiro heard someone get on the bus, turning it was Bakugou, he ducked into the bathroom. He put his arm around Shinso, "I'll be right back, okay?"
Shinso grinned wide, his hand stroking his arm. "That feels so nice," he wiggled his fingers staring at them.
"Fuck, okay, I'll be back," Ojiro walked to the bathroom, leaning on the frame, he watched Bakugou wash his hands. "He's about to peak, probably thirty minutes."
"What is it?" Katsuki grabbed a towel wiping the bowl.
Ojiro spotted the blood on the sink. "E, mixed with speed, he's pretty screwed for about three or four hours, then he'll be coming down hard."
"He threw up though?"
"That stuff gets in the system fast," he looked at Shinso who was sitting on the bed, running his hands over the silky comforter. "It might've helped a little bit." Ojiro looked at the now clean sink, "where is he?"
"I wish he was buried six feet under," he looked up, a faint bruise on his cheek. Ojiro's brows shot up, Katsuki rubbed his face, "he got in a lucky swing."
"I'll drive us back, go sit with him. He's going to be amped pretty soon, anything he can do that's active will help." Ojiro headed to the front of the bus and started getting ready for the drive back.
Pulling the bus into the parking lot, Ojiro opened the doors putting out his cones, he headed to the back room where he could hear them talking. Shinso was sitting with Katsuki, holding his water laughing at something he was saying. "We're here." Ojiro nodded to Bakugou.
"Hey Hitoshi, we're at the hotel, we should head to the room."
"No way, this is the coolest place, I want to stay here," Shinso looked around the room. "I feel like I'm a tiny person living in a tiny home."
"Okay, but our room is up in the hotel," Katsuki was exhausted, he needed sleep and Shinso was obviously flying.
"I can stay on the bus," Ojiro offered, he sat down next to Shinso.
"Would you?" Shinso grabbed his shoulders, he smiled wide. "You're so nice," he petted his face. "Oh! You have stubble," he ran his finger down his jawline. "Did you shave today?"
Ojiro wrapped his hand around his fingers, "I did, but that was a long time ago, it's late."
"You sure about this?" Katsuki stared at the driver, relief washed over him. Ojiro would take care of him, he knew his friend was in good hands.
"I'm sure."
"I'm sure." Shinso repeated, laughing. "You know Ojiro, that this guy is my best friend," he tugged on a blonde spike. "If it weren't for him," his smile faded.
"You'd have been laid a lot more," Bakugou saw the dark look, "you fucking hate me Freak."
"Yeah, I do," Shinso laughed, his mind diverted, "you bug the shit out of me, but I love how you never give up."
Katsuki stood up, "worse comes to worse, you could let him play video games." He nodded to Ojiro, "I fucking owe you one." Stretching, he ruffled the singer's hair, "see you Hitoshi." Shinso was already focused on the driver. Bakugou took a deep breath as he headed down the hall, fuck, that had been a close call. Stopping at his room, he opened the door, stepping inside quietly. The nerd was lying on his side, eyes closed. "Shit," Katsuki sat by him on the bed, should he stay? "Sorry nerd, but I like sleeping in a bigger bed," he whispered. Picking him up, Katsuki held his sleeping body. "I hope you don't mind me carrying you." He made his way off the bus carefully into the cool night air as he headed into the hotel lobby.
"Katsuki?" Someone called to him from one of the couches, it was Icy Hot. "Hey Two Tone," he teased, "what the hell you doing up this late?"
"I'm a little worried, I texted you but you didn't reply."
"Oh shit, sorry, a lot happening tonight, what's up?"
Glancing at Midoriya in his arms, he smiled slightly, "um, it's Shinso. Romero showed up and looked weird, I left but I've had a bad feeling for a while. I went back but they were already gone. Did Shinso come back to the bus, is he okay?"
"He is Shoto, thanks, he got a little sideways with that asshole."
"Fuck, sorry, I should've stayed when I saw the look on his face, I could tell something was wrong."
"He's a real gem that fucker, from Shinso's past, hopefully he goes back into his dungeon and doesn't come back out."
"Okay, well at least I got my webpage updated sitting here." Shoto picked up his laptop and bag. "You're front and center, your new songs, especially that first one, I think that's going to hit the top of the charts."
"Yeah? I like that one too," Katsuki smiled, he shifted the nerd in his arms.
"Oh, sorry, he's probably heavy," Shoto started towards their rooms.
"Not too bad, no more than you."
"Kat!" Todoroki blushed.
"Sorry, couldn't resist," Katsuki chuckled, he let Shoto hit the button for the elevator. He glanced at the man that had shared his bed on and off for the past two years. He played with his piercing. "I guess you deserve an apology from me," he sighed, "I never gave you much more than sex."
Todoroki's jaw dropped, "I - I, uh," he shook his head. "I never expected that out of you." He shrugged, "you never promised me more, so that's what I expected." Stepping on the elevator car, he pushed their floor. "But thank you, it was frustrating." He looked again at the sleeping man in his arms, "it always seemed there was something else that had your attention. I thought it was your music, but it ran deeper than that," he pointed to Midoriya. "I'll admit I'm glad to finally figure it out. I felt like I was crazy sometimes." Stepping out of the elevator into the wide hall, he waved, "goodnight, Katsuki, I'm glad I waited up for you tonight, tell Shinso I'm sorry." Turning, he headed to his room.
Walking to the suite, Katsuki stared at the door. "Fuck, no key," he'd have to go down to the lobby again.
"I have a key," Izuku opened his eyes slowly with a sheepish smile on his face. Kacchan cocked a brow at him, Izuku shrugged, "sorry, I woke when you were talking and figured I should stay quiet."
"How long have you been awake?" Dropping his legs down, Katsuki steadied him.
"Well," Izuku slid the card into the door and opened it, stepping in the room, he glanced over his shoulder. "Long enough to know that I weigh the same as Todoroki," he smirked at him. Kacchan was standing in the doorway not moving. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," Izuku teased. The blonde lunged through the door at him, Izuku yelled and raced for the room.
Seeing the smirk on the nerd's face, Katsuki was ready to wring his neck, he jumped at him. The nerd darted away heading for the room, catching up was easy. Grabbing him, he swung Deku up over his head and tucked his body around his neck.
"KACCHAN!" Izuku held onto arm tightly. "Don't drop me!"
"I'm not dropping you nerd, I'm throwing you." Picking him up over his head Katsuki catapulted him to the bed, Deku landed bouncing across the bed. Scrambling up over him, Bakugou pinned him to the mattress, tickling him.
"NO! NO! Stop! Kacchan!" Izuku giggled as his fingers found all the familiar places that were ticklish.
"I haven't had to tickle you in a long time, this is what you get for being nosy."
"Kacchan, I'll pee my pants!" Izuku laughed trying to twist away.
"If you weren't on the bed, I'd let you," Bakugou stopped, grabbing the nerd by the waist, he turned him upside down, slapping his ass hard. "You can interrupt me next time."
"Okay," Izuku buried his face in the cover laughing. He turned his head looking up at him smiling. "I'm glad I distracted you all these years Kacchan." The blonde grunted, getting up he grabbed his bag. Izuku watched him as he changed out of his clothes. "It's only fair, you distracted me this whole time." Izuku swallowed hard, watching as he stripped out of his clothes down to his underwear.
"Did I?" Katsuki pulled out his jewelry box.
"You did." Turning Kacchan leaned against the dresser, he began taking off his piercings. "What are you doing?" Izuku's voice caught in his throat.
"I don't like to sleep with the rings on," Katsuki knew Deku was completely turned on by his nipple rings, this was better than tickling him. Removing the metal hoops, he smiled as the nerd got up from the bed and crept close to him. Green eyes fixed on his movements. Once the rings were out, he moved in front of him and touched his chest. "Deku," Bakugou chuckled roughly, his nipple growing hard under his finger.
"It really doesn't hurt?"
"No," Katsuki caught his wrists, "but if we do this much longer, I'm gonna need another shower. Unless you're ready for round two?" His voice husky, he ran his thumb down the nerd's cheek.
"Oh!" Izuku pulled his hands free, "I'll get changed," he grabbed his backpack and raced for the bathroom.
Sighing Katsuki climbed into bed, fuck, he needed to stop teasing the nerd, it only made things hard on himself. He heard the shower turn on, sliding down he plumped his pillow, his eyes drooped. Poor fucking Hitoshi, he hoped he was okay, he'd always told him he hated being high. It was selfish of him to leave, but he barely had patience with the shitty fucker when he was sober. Ojiro seemed to know what to do and Hitoshi had been happy to be left with him. The bathroom door opened, Deku came out dressed in his sweats and All Might shirt, he flipped off the light. "You didn't dry your hair."
"I didn't wash it," Izuku grabbed his hand and put it on his head, "barely damp."
"Okay," lifting the cover, Katsuki patted the mattress by his body, "C'mere."
"Are you sure?" Izuku stared at his bare chest.
"You wanna sleep over there by yourself?" He started to drop the cover.
"No, wait!" Wriggling across the bed, Izuku curled into his body.
"I like this better." Katsuki grunted.
"Yeah," Izuku soaked in the warmth radiating from his body. "I like sleeping here too."
"You always did like warming up on me."
"I think you have a furnace inside you, Kacchan." Izuku sighed as his muscled arm wrapped around his waist. He knew it wasn't a dream anymore, everything had to be real. Today had been incredible, beyond incredible. He wondered if it had been as good for him? He'd not cum, at least Izuku didn't think so, he'd not even asked Kacchan, just panicked about himself. Biting his lip, worry began nibbling at his mind. He had no experience with anything, not even with what happened today. How could he do anything like that to him? Lacing his fingers with Kacchan's hand, he'd need to look some stuff up. Letting out a bigger sigh, Izuku chewed his lip.
"Stop worrying, nerd."
"I'm not.
"Yes, you are."
"About what?"
"How the fuck do I know? It's your brain."
At least he didn't know, he swore Kacchan had always been able to read his mind. He squeezed his fingers.
"You're still fucking worrying," Katsuki kissed his green curls, running his lips down to his neck he bit him gently, tracing his tongue over his clean skin.
"Okay," Izuku sighed, "I'll stop."
"Good, I'm fucking tired."
"Good night Kacchan."
Good night nerd."
Following Katsuki as he carried Izuku off the bus, Ojiro prepared the bus for overnight use. After getting everything set up, he closed up the large door and the remaining blockades. Washing up at the kitchen sink he heard Shinso come bounding down the hallway.
"Where'd you go?" Shinso flopped in the chair in the sitting area, twisting it back and forth with his foot.
"Just closing up the bus."
"Is it hard to drive a bus?"
"Not really, it's just big," Ojiro flipped off the kitchen light.
"When did you start driving?"
"Buses? Outta high school, my old man did it, worked with a few agencies, I landed at Purple High to start, never left."
"Did you ever drive us?"
"Us?"
"The Wonders."
"No, I was still with smaller bands then, but I cleaned your bus and worked on it after the tour a few times."
"Oh funny, what if we'd met then?"
"You were a kid, Shinso."
"Yeah, but still."
"What should we do?" Ojiro tried to wake himself mentally, two long nights in a row were slowing him down, "Katsuki recommended video games?"
"No way! Boring! I want to talk to you," Shinso twisted back and forth looking around the bus, his face lit up. "OH! I know what we can do!" Grabbing Ojiro's hand, he dragged him back to his room. "Wait here," walking into the huge bathroom he turned on the shower.
"What's this?" Ojiro backed up.
"Hear me out, if we leave our underwear on, would you shower with me?" Shinso pulled off his shirt, "skin touching skin is outrageous under hot water when you're rolling."
"No Shinso, don't ask that." Ojiro clenched his jaw, he didn't have the strength to step into that shower with him and not do something.
Unbuttoning his pants Shinso stopped, he walked up to him putting his hands on his face, "I hate this drug, Ojiro," tears gathered on his thick lashes. "I was addicted and fucking quit a long time ago, but now I'm high, no fucking fault of my own," Shinso wiped at his eyes. "I think it's fair that I get to do one thing that is fucking awesome."
"Fuck," Ojiro muttered, "fine," he shook his head, did he really think he could resist this man?
"Thank you," Shinso grinned wide as he shimmied out of his tight pants. He reached into the shower to test the water temperature.
Shinso leaned into the shower wearing in the tightest underwear Ojiro had ever seen, "fuck," he could already feel himself reacting to his body. He was muscled and lean, everything proportioned perfectly, he had a model's body. As Shinso bent into the shower adjusting the water, the fabric pulled tighter, becoming almost see through. He'd seen him naked last night, why was this so different? Looking away, Ojiro hissed, "find different underwear, those are too tight."
"Um, okay," Shinso ran to his room and dug through his drawers, "I have these shorts," he pulled out some old basketball shorts.
Looking at the baggy shorts, Ojiro nodded, "okay only with those."
Pulling off his underwear Shinso put on his shorts.
"Fuck," Ojiro turned quickly, "warn me when you're stripping."
"I'm stripping," Shinso chirped, he hugged Ojiro from behind. "I'll be in the shower," he sang, going into the bathroom he stepped into the large shower. "Ahhh," he moaned loudly as the hot water cascaded through his hair and over his body. "Oh god this feels so good," his voice echoed in the big enclosure. He looked through the clear shower door, "don't just watch me," he opened the door. "Ojiro, come on, please," he whined softly, "just a few minutes, it's so amazing!"
Taking off his pants, Ojiro watched him under the water, his purple hair slicked back, body wet under the shower. "Fuck," he growled as he pulled off his shirt. Stepping into the enclosure in his briefs, he stood waiting for Shinso to see him.
"Thank you!" Shinso squealed when he finally opened his eyes. Wrapping his wet body around him, Shinso moaned. "You don't even know, thank you, this feels so good." Holding onto him tightly, he licked the water on Ojiro's shoulder.
"Don't," Ojiro closed his eyes, "fuck, Shinso don't do that or I get out."
"Okay," Shinso purred softly. "You're not hugging me, Ojiro." He heard him sigh heavily and put his arms around his body. Shinso groaned again, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. "I - I can't explain to you how this feels." A wave of intense happiness bombarded his brain, unconsciously he began to hum, the sound echoed softly in the big space. At first it was nothing, just sounds linked together, but slowly a song began to take shape. Shinso began to sing. (Let's Dance by M. Ward) "Let's dance, Put on your red shoes and dance the blues." Shinso's rough voice was sultry, "Let's dance To the song they're playin' on the radio, Let's sway, While color lights up your face"
"You have a nice voice," Ojiro carefully kept his hands on Shinso's lower back. His soft voice was hypnotizing, he kept his gaze firmly on the shower wall. The body in his arms was going limp, melting into him.
"I've heard that before," Shinso laughed, pausing his singing. The feel of Ojiro leaning into him was incredible. The hair on his chest and stomach were rough against his own smooth skin. The hot water sliding between every slight opening felt like silky hands caressing his entire body.
"There isn't much water in the tank, we have to stop soon, I didn't have a chance to hook up to the water yet."
"Oh, okay." Shinso wanted to cry, he never wanted to move again, he wanted to stay in this moment.
The sad whisper broke Ojiro, he began to rock their bodies slowly. "Sing your song Shinso, we'll dance until the end, then we'll stop, okay?" Ojiro wanted to hear him, even if he had to refill the tank in the middle of night for everyone else, he didn't care. Closing his eyes, he swayed to the beautiful melody. He could feel the movement of Shinso's diaphragm as he sang, his stomach and lungs taking in air and turning it into the most delicate aching sound he'd ever heard.
"Because my love for you, Would break my heart in two, If you should fall, Into my arms, And tremble like a flower," Shinso breathed out the last words. The water had begun to ebb as the tank emptied. Ojiro turned off the handle, he didn't stop dancing though, he held him tight, the steam in the shower enclosure keeping them warm.
"I'll get towels for us," finally pulling away, Ojiro opened the door, the cool air uncomfortable, he pulled the thick towels off the small shelf. Wrapping one around his waist quickly, he needed to hide the erection that pushed the wet fabric of his underwear out easily. "Here," he rubbed the singer down, draping another over his purple hair.
Jumping up and down in the shower, Shinso wiggled until the heavy wet shorts hit the shower floor, he ran from the bathroom, leaping into the bed he snuggled under the covers. "This feels good too." He laughed.
"I'm going to go change," Ojiro scooped up his clothes and headed to the front of the bus. Pulling out his bag, he grabbed his sweats and a t-shirt. He grimaced at his hard on, he knew the difference, last night Shinso had been the brat, cocky and pissy. Tonight, the high he was on was reflecting the other side of him, when he'd let go finally. He could understand why someone like Shinso could get addicted to this drug, it gave him the feeling of freedom. Always being in control was tiring, it clearly wore him out. Heading back to the bedroom, Shinso was drying his hair with the towel, he patted the bed.
"Sleep with me again tonight."
"Sleep?" Ojiro snorted, "you took speed, I doubt you're sleeping anytime soon."
"No, not me, but you look like you're going to pass out," Shinso smiled shyly, "all I want to do now is watch you sleep." Ojiro's brows rose. Laughing, Shinso shook his wet hair out, "that's all, pinky promise," he held up his little finger, looking down, he thought for a moment. "Well maybe I'll rub your back, that sounds nice too."
Sitting down, Ojiro could feel the weight of fatigue heavy on his eyes. Shinso was right, he was too tired to focus on anything but the need for sleep. Thankfully they didn't hit the open road for another day. "Okay," he whispered huskily. Laying on his stomach, he pulled the pillow under his chest and head, he sighed watching as Shinso dried his hair, purple eyes gazed at him twinkling. He felt his cock bulge, Ojiro squeezed his eyes shut.
"There," Shinso rubbed his muscled back, it was smooth, his skin warm. Humming a soft song, he enjoyed the sensations of touching Ojiro's body.
"What song is that?"
"I don't know, it just popped into my head."
"It sounds like a lullaby," his voice trailing off into sleep.
"I think it is," Shinso kept humming, "huh, now that I think about it, my mom hummed this to me when I was a kid."
"Nice," the word was slightly slurred.
"Are you asleep?" Shinso looked at his face soft in sleep. Pushing back his hair, he enjoyed the tickle against his palm. "Ojiro?" Laying his palm on his cheek, Shinso bent down and kissed his forehead. "Ojiro?"
"Mmm," he murmured.
"I think I like you." Shinso smiled as he settled down next to his warm body enjoying the feel of his skin on his hand.