Authors: Sensei and Gakusei

Authors' Note: Originally written for LJ Comm IyHedonism for a prompt based on BanJak art by Kira (Kirayasha aka Kira).

Dedication: To Sweetness, a.k.a. Kira

Audition

Watching Jakotsu saunter down the hallway before him, heels clacking rhythmically, Ban replayed each moment of his audition in his mind. He found fault with everything. He'd arrived late. He'd dropped his music. He'd forgotten the drummer Ginkotsu's name. He'd failed to bow to bassist Renkotsu. He must've done something awful to keyboardist Suikotsu because he didn't even make eye contact. Only Jakotsu had shown any friendliness, and he put that down to condescension.

He knew he had no chance. Everyone in the country wanted to replace larger-than-life guitarist Kyokotsu in the J-rock legend Band of Seven. The newspapers were full of the story of his overdose. And then came the announcement of open auditions. How Ban's crappy CD got him an audition he'd never know. But it had. And he'd played, for three miraculous minutes. The last audition of the day. The best moments of his life. He sucked. He knew it. But when he went to leave, Jakotsu called him back. "Have a drink in the penthouse?" the red-lipped frontman cooed. Ban followed as if in a dream.

Jakotsu kept his eyes forward as he led the long-haired male to the lift, sashaying as though on a catwalk. It was his style. If Ban knew what was good for him, he would follow without a word.

They rode up in silence, then walked wordlessly to the door. Jakotsu opened it with a slow turn of the knob, and, leaning in to flick on the lights, he glanced over his shoulder and winked. "Clothes." He gave Ban's overdone attire a wilting glance. "Lose them."

Ban obeyed instantly. Hero-worship did not preclude youthful cockiness. He stripped, then posed casually against the doorframe.

"You should close that," Jakotsu quipped while pulling his black leather tank-top over his head. Discarding it, he made quick work of his equally skin-tight pants, having kicked off his spike-heeled boots the moment he opened the door. His tongue peeked out from between his lips before he turned to flatten the futon sofa and drape himself languidly over it.

Ban gaped. Beneath his garb, Jakotsu's body was lean-muscled perfection. And that cock! His mouth watered. He dismissed immediately the fact that he had until this moment considered himself entirely heterosexual. He drifted to Jakotsu's side and his knees buckled until he was eye-to-eye with that silk-over-marble shaft.

Jakotsu tilted his head to the side, sliding his hand into that pretty, dark hair, wishing he had the patience to undo that braid and see it fall over Ban's back. "Is this how you intend to get the position?" he teased, pressing his hips forward.

The thought honestly had not occurred to Ban. "Would it help?" he asked, then took the leaking head of Jakotsu's cock into his mouth and sucked it down until he gagged himself halfway down.

"No," Jakotsu answered pointedly, giggling when the mouth on his cock retracted. Had this boy no experience? "Try that again," he coaxed.

Ban frowned at his incompetence and complied. It always seemed like sucking dick would be easy. He never dreamed he'd be as pathetic at it as the fangirls who offered themselves up in droves at the local gigs in filthy bars he had been playing of late. Now he was the fan. He'd have to do better. He took a deep breath and relaxed his throat, then dove down again. More than halfway but still gagging. This time he continued however, sucking and licking and doing his best to make it good, even if he couldn't get it down. Please let Jakotsu just stay hard… and not throw him out.

Despite his inexperience, Ban's mouth was rather hot and that he was struggling to push down further, despite the obvious fact that he could not, was enough to convince Jakotsu that he was worthy of training. For now, he just held the boy's head still and did the work himself, until, sooner than he expected, he felt a tightening in the pit of his stomach and knew that all he needed was one... final... thrust.

Ban fought for breath but never resisted, aroused beyond belief at Jakotsu's rough use of him. Never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined this moment, and yet it was here…and then he was suddenly choking and sputtering, trying to swallow the thick jet of come that Jakotsu forced down his throat.

Fingers still tight in his hair, Jakotsu pulled the pliant, panting head up. Then he yanked the boy easily up beside him and indulged himself in unwinding his long, tight braid. He smiled at his luscious young protégé. "Next practice is Monday, Ban—or shall I say Bankotsu?"