Part 6
The Truth
Back in the club and after a much needed washroom break, Shuichi found us before we found him. He cornered us near a bar and I just stood there with a big dumb grin on my face.
"Where did you two take off too?!" he cried.
Hiro bypassed Shuichi leisurely and headed to the bar, ordering two bottles of water. He probably wanted to sober up a bit before we left the club. We did drive here after all. But this time I paid the bartender.
He handed me one of the bottles which I cracked open and guzzled—man, all that panting and kissing makes you thirsty. Hiro did the same as Shuichi watched us both with hands on his hips.
"I was worried, you guys just disappeared on us...I looked all over the club," complained the haughty vocalist to his best friend.
"We were just fucking around," Hiro mused.
I almost choked on my water.
"I'm sorry, Shuichi. We had to take leak," Hiro explained sincerely.
"I thought only women went to the washroom in pairs?" Shuichi teased and shook his head, laughing it up.
"I got K to hold it for me," Hiro said continuing his salvo of naughty jokes.
Shuichi glanced at me absurdly and I burst out laughing. The look on the singer's face was just so priceless! Gee, when had Hiro become such a comedian? I loved it!
I found my inner calm. "So why were you looking for us anyways?" I asked Shuichi.
He smiled then and said, "Yuki promised to buy everyone dessert if we leave here right now. It's a fair bribe."
Hiro rolled his eyes. "Geez, it he that determined to get out of here?" he huffed.
"So, do you guys want to leave?" Shuichi questioned.
I looked at Hiro who looked at me. I could tell right away that Hiro didn't want to go to a dessert cafe.
"Look, Shuichi I have some things I want to do after this. Let's just stay for a little bit longer and go, ok?"
"I'm with Hiro on that," I said.
Shuichi visibly pouted.
Hiro patted his arm reassuringly, "I'm sure Yuki will still get you something sweet."
"Do you think?" he wondered hopefully.
"Just turn on your charms, tell him you'll be his dessert, later," Hiro advised.
Shuichi smiled wickedly, "Ok!"
"So, where are Suguru and Yuki?" Hiro asked looking around.
I scanned over the area myself, I couldn't see them either.
"Suguru is talking to a girl and Yuki's at the bar on the other side," Shuichi says, "Come on let's go find him."
We followed Shuichi through the crowd, to the other side of the club. Sure enough, Yuki was leaning against the bar looking perfectly bored. He laid uninterested golden eyes on us.
"Are you guys ready to leave yet?" Yuki asks optimistically.
"Hiro and K don't want to go for out dessert, so we'll just stay for two more songs and then you can buy me ice cream, with strawberries, and chocolate syrup, oh, and pistachios," Shuichi rambled and pleaded, "Please!"
"Whatever," grumbled Yuki, he sipped his beer.
I looked around again but I didn't see Suguru anywhere. I hoped he was alright, but I'm sure he was—little hound dog. I watched Shuichi scampering off to the dance floor, but before I could follow him, Hiro took me aside.
"Shuichi is boring holes in my back with his eyes right now," he said and chuckled.
I checked and sure enough, Shuichi was waiting for us, his face screwed up. "Your assumption would be correct"
"Look, I'm not going to hide nothing from Shuichi...I'm not ashamed. He'll have to deal with it and so will anyone else. But I want to make sure you are ok with that."
I heard the confidence in Hiro's voice, it was a little daunting, but he was right. "Shame is for the ones that live life in fear of it," I said, repeating the words Violet spoke to me the very first time I met her.
Hiro flashed me a look.
"Just something someone told me once," I explained.
"Words to live by," Hiro said resolutely, a slight anxiousness creasing at the corner of his eyes.
I caught the change of demeanour on Hiro's face and recalled that he said he had a secret to tell me. I scoffed at my own sudden twist of anxiousness and my overactive imagination—it couldn't be that bad, could it? What was he going to say, that he had a third nut or jacked off in the washrooms at work on his break while thinking of me or something? I snorted.
We followed Shuichi, who was looking utterly disturbed that we were wasting precious dancing minutes. Hiro launched himself into the fray, beaming at Shuichi and they gave each other a goofy high-five thing and danced. Hiroshi was such a good friend to Shuichi, it made me smile. But I really wasn't in the mood to dance. I was perfectly content to watch them this time and replay the great fuck I just had a few moments ago over in my mind.
I sipped my water.
After three songs, Yuki came looking for Shuichi. "You said two songs," he reminded his lover.
The beginnings of Freak on a Leash by Korn began to play.
Shuichi reeled Yuki in like a fish on a hook, "Dance with me till the end of this song and then we'll leave, ok?"
Yuki, for the time being, was placated.
Hiro came over to me, thumbing in Yuki and Shuichi's direction and rolled his eyes comically. "He loves it but he won't admit it," he offered.
"It breaks my heart," I offered sarcastically.
Hiro laughed. His face lit up and he ran his finger down the front of my shirt.
"Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
Hiro's lips curled devilishly again, he leaned into me. "I wouldn't mind putting a leash on you sometime," he purred into my ear.
"I dunno, maybe I'd like that," I countered.
This seemed to have turned Hiro on again. "I bet you would," he said and leered at me coyly.
HA! I laughed uproariously and my eyes darted at Shuichi and Yuki who seemed to have noticed this interaction between Hiro and me this time. My laughter came to a halt. They gave us a peculiar look of which I wasn't surprised. But Hiro, who obviously didn't care and seemed to be on a mission of his own, was too busy playing with a lock of my hair to notice.
I held up my hands and shrugged like I had no idea what had come over Hiro. But I did grin goofily.
"I was thinking we'd take my motorcycle to my place and you'd come for the ride, Mr. K," Hiro murmured, brushing the tip of hair over his lips like a paint brush.
"Um...ok," I said, momentarily distracted by the sweet and childlike way Hiro was doing that. His lips were set almost in a pout. Up and down and then across he smoothed the hair over his mouth. Hiro seemed to be lost in this sensual discovery and parted his lips.
I licked mine. I wanted to kiss him this very instant, but I hesitated. I cast an unsure glance in Yuki and Shuichi's direction.
"Shame is for the ones that live life in fear of it."
Right shame, what was that again? I chortled menacingly and leaned in to capture Hiro's lips with my own. Screw shame...
As I kissed Hiro's soft lips, I could feel it, that confused, depressed, disenchanted K—the voices...all taking a flying leap. To my satisfaction, I heard an imagined thud, along with a nice crunch of bones. And all that was left behind was...me, a new and improved me, but still just me looking down at the bodies below.
I pulled away from the kiss and Hiro gave me a triumphant smile, his eyes completely alight with exhilaration.
"What are you thinking?" he asks, curious it seemed about the sudden kiss.
I moved my lips near his ear so I wouldn't have to yell, "I'm thinking...it's good to be back."
Hiro faced me with a smile and I studied his eyes which I cherished so much, like tiny pools of liquid steel, the same colour as the tiny shadows on my magnum...
"Whoa! Tell me I didn't just see that?!"
The voice was distinctly Suguru's.
"I know!" Shuichi blasts and giggles with incredulity. "Guys..? Um...hi, Shuichi here, can you hear me?"
"I don't think they are listening," Suguru offers, snickering loudly.
" Hiroshi and K?!" hollers Shuichi, dramatizing our names.
Both Hiro and I turned to peer at Shuichi who is watching us, his eyes as wide as silver dollars.
"What?" I asked him over the din. I knew I had a smirk on my face, but I couldn't help it.
Yuki just lights a cigarette and blows the smoke away lazily, completely impassive about any of this. Suguru appears to be blushing.
"Whaaat," Shuichi repeats vividly, "You two are just staring at each other with gay little hearts floating above your heads and you ask whaaat? When did this happen?" he said arms out and palms up, waving them in our direction, "Where the hell was I?"
"You were right here and it was just a little while ago," Hiro tells his best friend, a silly grin plastered on his face, too. He began to giggle softly while scratching his head awkwardly, "Ok, maybe more than a little," he rambled.
"Wow, I…I…can see that," stammers Shuichi like this is the strangest thing he's ever seen. "So K really was holding your..."
Hiro balked, "I was joking about that!"
I laughed and pat Shuichi on the arm, "Doesn't this rock?!"
Shuichi glances at me and I can almost see the little hamster running in the wheel inside his mind. "K and Hiro...Hiro and K...? Together..." he murmurs pointing a finger at each of us in turn.
"He'll get over it," Hiro said, chuckling. "Monday he'll practically jump me and beg for details. Can we get out of here now?"
"I'm ready whenever you are," I say.
"Oh, so now I see why you didn't want to go out for ice cream," Shuichi said understandably, "You're going home with K-san?"
"Actually, he's coming home with me," Hiro corrected, cresting his eyes and playfully stuck his tongue out at Shuichi.
Shuichi gaped and then giggled almost evilly.
I shook my head dryly.
I watched Hiro go over and hug his long time friend; he whispered something in Shuichi's ear and then, a moment later, were snickering. Then Hiro said his goodbyes to everyone else and came back over to me, placing his hand in mine as if it had always belonged there.
I bid the gang goodnight too and weaved out of crowd, still gripping Hiro's hand.
"Hiro, tomorrow...call me!" came Shuichi's voice over all the noise in the club.
"Wow, his voice really can carry," I said when we got outside and I didn't have to yell to talk anymore.
"You see, I told you...he can't even wait until Monday," Hiro said shaking his head sadly.
"I'm sure he's just concerned for you," I offered.
"That's not all he's 'concerned' about, trust me," Hiro countered and chuffed. "Don't worry I'm not a kiss-and-tell sorta guy."
Thank goodness. "Well, I should go find my car I'll follow you," I said and turned in the direction of where I parked it, but Hiro grabs my arm.
"Hey, I thought I said we would take my motorcycle—you agreed," he alleged.
"What?" I replied. I didn't remember Hiro telling me that. "You can't be serious."
"What's the big deal? I even have a spare helmet for you," Hiro tells me.
"It's just...two guys...on a bike."
Hiro looked sardonically at me then. "I see, you think we'll look like a couple of pansies."
I gave him a look. "Why do I have to be the 'girl'?" I complained, "Why don't you let me drive it then?"
"Not a chance, no one but me drives my baby, sorry," Hiro said stubbornly.
I sighed. "Fine..." I relent, "I'll be your 'girl' just this once."
Hiro snickered at me. He mounted the bike and made it roar before it settled at a purr. I can't help the foolish grin on my face as I climb on the back, wrapping my arms around his torso.
"Just go already," I bemoan.
Once we were on the move, I had to admit, it felt really good being this close to Hiro on his bike, letting him have this control. It didn't matter really, he's all mine now... I squeeze him a little harder from behind to accentuate my thoughts. I dipped my nose in his hair; I could smell hints of his shampoo, maybe mousse, and smoke from the club. The city lights flew by and a few times I was sure Hiro was showing off, burning rubber as we made a couple of sharp turns. But Hiro was totally in control, he was amazing on this powerful machine. I gained some newfound respect for him because of it. Still, it reminded me that there were probably a lot of things I didn't know about Hiroshi.
His secret...
When we arrive at his place, a place I'd been to a few times when I had to pick him up for some gig or something, I climbed off the bike.
"Don't worry we'll pick up your car tomorrow," Hiro explains and I realize I hadn't even thought about how I was going to retrieve my car.
"I'll probably get a ticket," I told him and shrugged.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't think about that," he says.
"Don't sweat it."
I pulled off the helmet and hung onto it with one hand. Hiro urges with a directional nod of his head towards his building. It's an apartment in a small structure like mine, except his place is on the first floor. There's a patio on the ground level so we don't have to go through the main entrance to get inside. Hiro has a key for his patio door, but we did have to enter a fenced gate that protected the ground level dwellings.
"Did you enjoy the ride?" he asks me, looking back.
"It was...interesting," I say tentatively.
He laughs at me again but I shrug it off, it was actually fun but I wasn't going to come clean of that fact. I pushed aside the thick beige drapes hanging in front of the sliding glass door and entered his apartment. Hiro moved on ahead of me and flicked on an overhead light that lit up the entire space. I looked over his modest place and set the motorcycle helmet on a small table next to the door.
It was a simple one bedroom dwelling, accompanied by a small livingroom in which we stood. Not overly furnished, sort of like my own place. I spotted some guitar paraphernalia on the square, black coffee table, a guitar string and a few picks. The actual guitars were leaning against the far wall, an amp nestled between them on the other end of the two-seater, dark brown couch. There were also a few bookshelves, one next to the T.V and the other on the left side of the room—they were full of books. Hiro wasn't lying, he was an avid reader.
"Want some tea?" Hiro asks me as he shucks off his shoes and drapes his jacket over the arm of the couch.
"Tea would be great," I say and slip off my own shoes at the patio door.
My eyes follow Hiro into the kitchen which I could also see from where I stood. I watched him fill an electric kettle and plug it in. Then he went over to his sink and began to wash out two cups. He smiled over at me.
"You don't have to stand there, come in, relax," he says.
I pad over the hardwood floor towards him when my eyes catch a photo in a silver frame on the wall. It appeared to be Hiro's family. They were standing under a blossoming cherry tree, mother and father in the back and Hiro and his brother in front.
"Hanami, it's a day everyone goes out and enjoys the cherry blossoms...that's my mother and father, we had a picnic that day. I was like sixteen, and that's my brother Yuuji beside me...he's a doofus, but a lovable doofus," Hiro said, the corners of his lips curving with amusement.
I tore my eyes from the picture to see Hiro pour hot, steaming water into two cups. "Ah," I said, "I've never been to a cherry blossom festival before. It is a beautiful time of year though."
"It is we should go together this year, the festival will be soon. I mean, that's if you—"
"—I'd love to," I said eagerly, cutting Hiro off, "Sorry..."
"Haha, no problem," he says softly.
The awkward silence is broken by the tinkling sound of spoon against tea cup.
I gazed around Hiro's kitchen. Small fridge, no table, a decent stove and a microwave, and a set of adorable red, little-people-hugging salt-and-pepper shakers on his counter—there are even a few dirty dishes in his sink. I smile, Hiro is human after all...I'm grateful he's not a neat freak.
He hands me a hot cup carefully and sighs unusually. He seems tense for some reason I don't know. "What's the matter?" I ask him.
"It's nothing," he replies and looks away sketchily.
"I know this feels so different. I'm trying hard to stand here and not act like your manager, cause I'm not always that guy," I assured and attempted a sip of tea, it was hot and blissful, it burnt my tongue a little. "I can't believe I'm standing here in your apartment after a night like tonight."
"Again, why's it so hard to believe? I knew you wanted me for about two weeks now," Hiro said flashing me an anxious glance, "I just…I had a certain way of figuring it out."
"'A certain way'?" I ask with a feeling of foreboding crawling up my spine.
"Yeah, see, this is the secret I was talking about. You might not want to be with me after I tell you this," Hiro says.
My stomach began to knot, he sounds so serious and now it's really making me nervous. "Well, two weeks ago I was a man without a clue." I told him honestly, "My whole life felt sort of fucked up—Judy, it hurt you know. I think I tried to convince myself it didn't and it just ate at me. I know it sounds stupid, but I never felt so alone after that. I never knew how much it mattered until it happened. And then...you came along and this crazy place I found and this bizarre guy..." I was ready to tell him everything.
"I know," he says directly, cutting me off, his eyes hard on mine.
I arch a brow in speculation. "How?"
"I want you to know I really am sorry. Well, I am and I'm not, but I can't continue this with you until I come clean," Hiro says and begins to pace. "It's just...fuck, I just have to show you, alright? Wait here," he insists and sets his tea on the counter and walks out of the kitchen.
Totally confused and uneasy I turn to see Hiro wander off to his bedroom. He closes the door softly behind him and I shook my head. I take Hiro's tea and my own to the livingroom and set the cups on 'borrowed' bar coasters on the coffee table. Then I took a seat on the couch and sighed, rubbing my hands over my face.
There is a round gold clock ticking on the wall, and I peek through my fingers to see its one-thirty in the morning. I never felt more wide awake in my life. My eyes dart to the bedroom door—what is Hiro doing in there? I hate this feeling, like I'm in the dark about something, like a bomb is about to drop. Normally it's me that drops the bombs. Minutes tick by and it feels like forever. I pick up my cup and drink some more of the tea.
Finally the bedroom door opens, I dart my head up in a flash.
In walks the watcher from Violet's!
In shock tea spurts from my mouth, the teacup slips from my fingers and crashes to floor. I barely felt the hot tea pooling around my socks—I just stare, my mouth hanging open.
My eyes trailed over the black-cloaked figure, the leather pants, over a naked chest to a face covered in that infamous black mask. It seemed so out of place...as if this were a nightmare becoming real. I fleetingly thought of pinching myself to see if it's true, but I know I'm not sleeping.
The watcher takes off the mask and I'm gaping at Hiro's smug face.
It was rare when I was so stunned to the core that I couldn't speak, but this was one of those moments. I felt a slew of emotions flowing through my body, anger, embarrassment, shock—my eyebrows furrowed as I struggled to comprehend it all.
Hiro took a step back cautiously. "I…I wanted to tell you sooner but...I couldn't," he said in a timorous manner. "You were just so, so sincere, so vulnerable that I couldn't let it go. It was like I got to witness a part of you that no one ever gets to see," he tries to explain. "I never knew you could be like that, K."
I couldn't believe it! I told him so much and we did all those things! I let Hiro see the most pathetic side of me! My cheeks flamed so hot they burned. I let him humiliate me!
"Please..." Hiro beseeched. "Don't be ashamed. There is nothing wrong with what we did," Hiro went on in a soothing, but confident voice.
I looked back up at him, my face hot. Conflicted, I wasn't sure whether to be pissed off or relieved. Then, it dawned on me that tonight Hiro picked that club with the same name, Violet's.
"You got fired," I finally said in a whisper, still staring at Hiro like I was staring at a stranger.
"Yeah..." Hiro said with a shrug, "I broke the number one rule."
"You fell in love," I said in a soft rush, and the weight of what I was saying hit me hard. "Was...was Violet correct?"
"Yes," he answered breathlessly, "I fell in love with a seeker…with you."
"With me..." A fleeting, tiny grin tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Hiro scoffed. "I guess I wasn't cut out for that kind of thing. The only time it was fun was when you were there. So, I don't mind that Violet let me go," he said and slipped off the cloak which fell to the floor in a crumpled heap around his feet.
My eyes travelled over his nicely toned chest and down to the waist of his leather pants. His chest was well defined, skin pale, and the way those pants hung on his lean hips... Damn, he was still so hot. My eyes met his again. "I almost feel like you've played a crazy joke on me," I said with obvious hurt on my voice.
Hiro dropped the mask to the floor with a clatter. He kicked his cloak over the spilt tea and knelt in front of me between my legs. He placed his hands on my knees and stared me straight in the eye. "Look, I didn't set out to betray you but you walked into that room on your own accord. I didn't know you went to places like that, or how you even found Violet's. Can you imagine my astonishment when I saw you as my first seeker?" he asked me with the most sincere look on his face.
I did remember the way the watcher sounded when he first saw me there. It all made sense now, the little suspicious things the watcher said. The way he kept talking to me as if he knew me. Now the idea kind of made me smile, but it faded quickly when a dire thought came to mind. "Did you do all that kinky shit with other people, too? Why Hiro? What made you do that?" I couldn't help feel terribly jealous all the sudden, wary that Hiro was playing me.
Hiro sighed and rest his forehead defeated like on my left knee. "Why don't you tell me why you came to a place like Violet's? Why did you do it?" He looked back up at me.
"I...I wanted to find myself," I murmured and made an irritated face. I groaned. That wasn't all of it. "When I first stumbled in there, I was running away from prostitutes..." I told Hiro the entire gory saga, from the moment I caught Shuichi and Yuki screwing in the recording room, to the shower escapade with Ryuichi; to the moment I realized I had feelings for Hiroshi and the watcher. "I just wanted to explore my new feelings, but I didn't think you'd ever want to be with me."
Hiro was finished half of his tea by the time I finished my story. He tilted his head gently and nodded with understanding. "You see, you just answered your own question. Why do you think I ended up there? I met Violet, in the bookstore I mentioned close to that sushi place we went to, anyways, she noticed I was looking at a book called—"
Hiro blushed a little then.
"The Darker Side of Pleasure and she asked if I'd ever 'acted upon such desires'. You should have seen me, K. She must have thought I was a real idiot; I blushed and fidgeted like some kind of kid. But she was so open and honest; she never made me feel dirty—"
My eyes shot open, "You didn't..."
"Ugh, of course not!" Hiro spat, but he chuckled, "It wasn't like that, geesh. She just talked to me about stuff, deep stuff and asked if I would ever like to be the one in charge." Hiro turned his face away then, "I have to admit, K. I wanted it...to be in charge, just for once—to see if I really had it in me. And I liked it."
I waited for Hiro to say more.
"But I never, never did the kind of stuff I did with you with anyone else. I told you, I only did that with someone I liked. It wasn't sex for money, it was my exploration. Other seekers—all they did was talk mostly. I swatted them if they talked out of turn, or tickled them with my whip..."
"Please, don't say anymore," I begged, "I don't want to know."
Hiro rolled his eyes. "I was only there for three weeks. No one got to see me in my costume, except you."
I felt hugely relieved with his explanation and watched Hiro who was still kneeling in front of me, a look of anxiousness on still on his face. I reached out to pet over his hair. "You know I was going to dump you 'the watcher' tonight. I went there to do just that, but Violet told me you got fired. She said you fell in love with me, that we'd find each other, but she wouldn't tell me who you were."
"Really?" he said and chuckled again.
I felt myself relax a little more, "Yeah, I decided tonight I would confess my feelings to you and no matter what happened I wouldn't return to Violet's."
"And tell me you did," Hiro said and let a playful smirk form on his face.
I grinned then too. Oh yeah, I told him all right...right against a brick wall. "Man, I let you spank me!" I complained loudly and fisted a handful of Hiro's dark hair until he flinched.
Grunting a little, Hiro muttered tauntingly, "But you liked it...I know you did. It was fun. Hehe…you like to play rough, too." Mewling a little with the hair pulling, Hiro still managed to toss me devilish smile over the pain.
I gave him my most sycophantic smile and let go of his hair, "I would've played lots rougher, but you had me tied to a chair!" I said pretending to be hard done-by, "Not very fair." I leaned over to kiss the spot I was rough on Hiro's head.
"You just rewarded me," Hiro chimed and we both laughed.
I sat back against the couch with a huge sigh. "You know a place like that could be dangerous, I'm compelled as your manager to give you shit."
Hiro groaned. "I guess, but Violet ran a tight ship...she wouldn't let anyone hurt me. She's a tough old lady."
I nodded, "That's true. Once, I thought she was going to kick your ass."
"Trust me, I thought so too!" Hiro exclaimed and chuffed.
I wanted to know more. "So, now that you've 'explored' some exciting new things...are you going to continue with that stuff?" I questioned.
Hiro took his time responding. He set his cup down and trailed a fingertip over the top of my hand. "I don't think so. Why would I want to when I could just play that way with the guy that made it all worth it? We could explore things together."
I had to smile over that. "As long as we aren't going to go fuck with cameras in the room and strangers watching it—that's the only part that I didn't like. Well, a back-alley fuck...that I can handle, but I'd rather keep our sex life between us, if you don't mind."
Hiroshi let out a loud laugh. "I can live with that."
"Good." All this talk of 'exploring' and fucking in public was kind of making me horny. I snickered, reaching out for Hiro's hair again with my fingers. I weaved them through his mane, swirling a lock around my finger. "You know…" I paused looking smug, "…I really liked it when you spanked me."
Hiro laughed heartily again. He gazed up at me in such an adoring way, that it made my insides feel as though they were melting. Even with all this kinky stuff, I could see true affection all over his face. There were two sides to all of this I realized. Having a loving partner made all the kinky things seem hotter. I was sure right then that I was the luckiest bastard in Japan right now. There would be no more Violets and watchers and seekers. Only me and Hiro and his whip and cloak and leather pants, and his mask and…
Oooo, I wonder if he has a spare one. The possibilities were endless...
"I'm glad we worked this out," Hiro said, "I wasn't sure if you were going to shoot me when I walked out of the bedroom."
I snorted and said, "I left the gun at home."
"Huh, well, that's comforting," Hiro quipped.
I shook my head ruefully, "You rarely give me a reason to pull my gun on you."
"Oh, no? Maybe I should find a reason then," Hiroshi went slyly and slid his hands along the inside of my thighs, dangerously close to my package.
"Hmm…it still doesn't warrant a pistol whipping," I played along.
He grinned and moved in closer so he was leaning against the couch. Hiro started undoing the buttons on my shirt, and then un-tucking it entirely from my pants. "You look better without a shirt," he purred and bent to kiss over my abdomen.
That made me shiver but I didn't give in, not yet. "Nah ah, almost, but you still need something more," I encouraged and chuckled at all the silly innuendos thrown in here.
Hiro gave me a goofy grin. He undid my pants and then my zipper and dug out my semi-erect cock. "Seems to me that I have acquired your gun, now you're defenceless and completely at my mercy," he said proudly.
"How could I be so careless?" I pretended to sound dismal and watched as Hiro rubbed his cheek against my cock.
With my dick in his hand, Hiro urged me to stand up along with him. He's tugging on me gently, but insistently. "Come, follow me," Hiro says.
"Demanding, aren't we?" I say incredulously, letting Hiro guide me to his bathroom by means of my dick.
"I'm not always going to let you be in control just because you know now that I was the watcher. So you better get used to it," Hiro remarks determinedly.
I grin, "Of course, but we could take turns at this 'control' thing, can't we?"
"I'd expect nothing less," Hiro agrees and switches on the bathroom light. "I admit I'm jealous. I can't believe you made out with Ryuichi! Seriously, it's been driving me crazy wondering who you made out with," Hiro moaned. "Now I kind of want to make that vision you had in your shower real. You won't have to pretend Ryuichi is me."
"I didn't do it on purpose. Ryuichi just sort of, pounced...it was hard to stop him," I defended.
Hiro chuckled, "I'm sure it was. But, you called out my name." He made a victorious sound then, "I guess I can forgive you."
I guffawed and let Hiro remove my shirt. "You know, it's kind of neat to see you jealous for me. You look all pissy, it's adorable."
Hiro rolled his eyes.
I just laughed.
We got undressed, and I watched Hiro snake out of those leather pants in awe. I looked him over, all naked in the clear light of his bathroom. He was so lean and supple, taut stomach, broad shoulders, smooth skin. My eyes went to his penis, which was hard and full and pink, standing at attention like a soldier. He didn't seem at all uncomfortable being naked in front of me.
I noticed him looking me over as well, a quiet moment of reconnaissance. I felt my body brimming with heat and desire. I loved how Hiro gazed at me and how it made me feel.
"You're gorgeous," he tells me softly.
"So are you," I reply.
He went behind me and gently released my low-riding ponytail that had gotten mashed by the motorcycle helmet—he mused up my hair a little and then came back in front to study me once more. "Wow, who is that guy? You don't look like my manager anymore," he murmured.
I smiled softly.
Hiro went about turning on the faucets for a shower—I was glad we were having one, I felt grimy from the club and the sex in the alley earlier. And not to mention my socks were soaked with tea. I wriggled my sticky toes. "I'm sorry I broke your cup."
"No worries, I got it in one of those Everything for 100 Yen stores. I think you would call it a dollar store in the States, right?" Hiro said, pulling the curtain back and letting me go in first.
I chuckled and stepped into Hiro's beige-tiled shower stall. "Yeah, one hundred yen is almost a buck," I replied and stood under the spray. I turned around to watch Hiro join me.
We just smiled at each other for a moment.
"Why are you smiling?" Hiro asked, looking up at me with those big grey eyes.
"Because we're both naked and in your shower but we're talking about world currency," I said.
"And you are stealing all the hot water," Hiro pointed out and snuck around behind me, shoving me forward gently.
I spun around and gave Hiro a raised-eyebrow look. I chuckled at his insolence, "So you wanna play, huh?"
He nodded, "Mmmhmm."
He should know that if I wanted to physically, I could outmuscle him, but I didn't want that. I also didn't want to play a game of 'who's in control'; we both knew who had the control tonight and I was secure enough with myself to let him have it. I knew right now that, if all we did was fight for control, the relationship would never work out. I had to chose my battles, or forget battling at all. So instead, I would rely on torture, sensual torture to get what I wanted. I was pretty sure he wanted that too.
I looked around for some soap and decided I would indulge in lathering up Hiro's sexy young body. I picked up a bottle filled with frothy green coloured soap—I didn't see a sponge or anything so I guess I'd just have to use my hands. Actually, I preferred it. Snapping the cap closed, I rubbed the stuff between my hands and caught Hiro's glance.
I grinned at him.
He traded spots with me. Now I indulged in the hot spray, which also allowed me to soap Hiro and not have it all rinse away before I got a chance to lather it up. I went to work, smoothing the flowery scented stuff over Hiro's chest—he sighed and let his eyes drift shut. I spread the lather all over his body which was now covered in a rich layer of white foam.
"If only your fans could see you now," I murmured enthralled by what I saw and took my time discovering the dimensions of Hiro's soapy ass with my hands. I got to my knees and looked at his cock—it was hard and I had avoided it until now.
I squeezed a little more soap into my hand and wrapped it around Hiro's length.
"Ahh yeah..." he sighed as I began to stroke him gently, the soap making it so much easier to glide his flesh within my grasp. My other hand explored him daringly, touching into crevices and fondling parts of him that needed attention too. This was something new to me, even though I'd showered myself a thousand times, washing another man was different. It felt like I was discovering a new world of foreplay. I was careful not to miss a thing.
"I never knew you could be so gentle," Hiro said softly from above, "You're not just a crazy American after all."
What a delightful sense of humour he had. I stood up and traded places again, letting Hiro rinse off the soap. "So you admit to calling me a 'crazy American'."
"I admit nothing," he teased.
I just grinned widely, "Well, I never knew Hiroshi Nakano could be such a kinky guy that enjoyed whips and masks and dark places for kicks. You're not just the good-boy guitarist for Bad Luck."
"I guess we aren't what the world sees, huh?" Hiro said.
"All part of the business," I offered. "I call it tactics, urban warfare."
Hiro groaned at my choice of words. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," I said.
"Do I really have all of you?"
I took me a moment to remember what Hiro was talking about, but I did. It was the last conversation I had with the watcher, that time he blew up at me asking if I was ready to fess up and would I accept Hiro for all that he was. I told him that he could have all of me. It all made sense now.
"Yes," I answered clearly. "Everything," I added and drew him close. "But there are so many things you don't know about me—all you have to do is ask and I'll tell you."
"That's not exactly what I meant," Hiro replied.
Oh? It took me another moment to realize...I knew what Hiro was trying to ask me. "You mean you want to know if I share the same feelings for you." Love...
He nodded softly.
Remembering the pure joy I got from hearing Hiro say it, I let my heart do the talking. Hiro wanted an honest answer. "Look, it might take me awhile to figure things out sometimes, and sometimes I go into situations head first without thinking it out thoroughly. Things explode...Bad Luck ends up screaming at me, Sakano faints, but, in the end, I get results. It's like Shuichi, I was never more sure about anything in my whole life...I knew he had what it took to be a star...call it an instinct, but now, with you...I feel the same way. I know its right even if we haven't gone on an official first date."
Hiro held me tight, gazing at me with a soft smile on his face. "Knowing you feel that way, I can't believe I ever had any doubts."
"All I want is you...I love you," I whispered.
"I'm yours," Hiro answered and brought his lips to mine in a sweet, passionate joining.
I made a sound of repletion, pure contentment, and held him back, kissing, while streams of water scurried down our faces. I never felt so free, so wanted, or, so honest... I never knew it could be this great with Hiro. So, perfect...
Hiro pulled back and picked up the soap. "It's my turn," he said with delight.
"Gladly," I said without rejection. Sensually, but thoroughly, Hiro washed me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his hands on my skin. I released a goofy sound when he scrubbed my toes. It made me think that I was a patient and Hiro was my own private nurse, naughty nurse, and it was the best time of the day, bath time—I chuckled at my wayward thoughts.
A slippery finger penetrated me gently. I opened my eyes suddenly and looked down to see Hiro kneeling, one frothy hand wringing around my cock, and the other somewhere between my legs. I could feel his finger deep inside me, prodding, nudging, pressing...
I gasped, my knees unexpectedly felt weak.
"Mmm, I see I found the right spot," Hiro murmured from below, casting a keen smile up at me.
Oh shit. Whatever Hiro was doing to me felt amazing, I was so hard. I found myself so easily yielding to Hiro's will, allowing him to control me, yet, I didn't feel as though I'd lost any control either. It wasn't about that. Squeezing my eyes shut, I just enjoyed the pleasure searing through me, spreading out to the tip of my cock. Licking my lips, I moaned softly. I knew from the moment we got into this shower that Hiro would be taking me this time, and, you know, I don't mind one bit.
"Beg me for it," Hiro murmured.
I opened my eyes and looked down at him. There was a bedevilled smirk on my face, "Beg for what exactly?"
"You know you want it...just tell me. I want to hear you say it," Hiro encouraged.
I wasn't going to give in so quickly, I was rather enjoying his thrusting finger at the moment.
But then they stopped.
I whined and frowned at Hiro now. "No fair, don't stop," I told him.
"Then tell me what you want," Hiro demanded, and added softly, "I promise to be gentle."
I 'hrmph'd'.
"Fine then," Hiro muttered and took his fingers out and stood back up. He gave me a haughty glance and turned his back on me, continuing to shower like I wasn't there.
He was playing dirty pool...
I knew I would have to give in if I wanted Hiro to continue. "You don't play fair," I complained.
"I know," Hiro replied evilly.
Oh, how I enjoyed this little game of ours, my body simply brimmed with desire to have Hiro touch me again.
I watched him, with arms crossed, tilt his head back to let the spray beat off his throat, he sighed pleasurably. Such torture! Here I was all covered in soap, in the cold and forced to decide when to submit. Shamelessly, Hiro began to touch himself, stroking his length and sighing like he was having a wet dream. He was being incorrigible!
"I don't have all night," Hiro taunted.
"Alright! Fuck me," I blasted, "I want you to!"
"What was that?" Hiro practically cooed.
I almost growled at him. To prove my point, I turned my back to him and placed my hands on the tiled wall and offered myself, "Do me."
Of course I let him win.
Wordlessly, I heard Hiro step out of the shower, heard a drawer open, and then he returned. I heard the cap of something snap open and click shut. I swallowed hard and waited...I knew that Hiro had gotten the lubrication. Unsure about what to expect, all I knew was that I needed to relax...this would feel good only if I relaxed, right? A set of hands were placed on my hips and then came the nudging presence of Hiro's erection against my fingered entrance.
He leaned into me and whispered, "That's all I wanted to hear."
I scoffed and squeezed my eyes shut, my mouth already open in anticipation, teeth clenched. I tried so hard to loosen up. He slipped inside of me.
My eyes shot open, a worried look cast over my face. There was a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck..." we both breathed.
"You feel so good, so hot and tight," Hiro purred from behind, his hands gripping tightly at my hips, holding on firmly since I was still covered in soap.
I didn't speak; my mind was focused on the intrusion in my ass. I felt Hiro moving inside, felt this incredible sensation flaring straight through my groin. It wasn't painful if I didn't tense up—I let myself go and sighed. This was better than I ever imagined!
Hiro began to pump a little harder, causing the ache inside me to pulse stronger. I could hear myself whimpering, begging for more...begging him to fuck me, my fingertips scraped over the tile.
"Hiro!"
"Mmm...K."
I could feel it, I was about to climax. The tension grew with every stroke, the insides of me nothing but a numbing, yearning ache. I felt unhinged and rest my forehead against the cool, wet tile and reached down to stroke myself, to help free the ache from inside, out. I mewled as every muscle in my body tightened and I came—Hiro still thrusting into me.
"Oh yesss," Hiro hissed a moment later. His hands slid up to my chest where his fingers dug in as he jerked his hips against me hard, landing his final thrusts. I knew he'd come inside.
I panted, he panted, not pulling out of me right away. It was such an intimate moment in the aftermath and he clung on to me from behind. I placed my hand over his tenderly.
"Hiro," I started softly, "You have no idea how much I loved that."
I felt his stomach muscles twitch against my back. "Oh, I think I have an idea," he said.
I chuckled too. I turned around, releasing him from me and I scooped him up in a warm embrace. We held each other for a perfectly long time. Finally, Hiro urged me under the shower where all the lather was whisked away. I sighed, it was hot and wonderful and I felt amazing! Hiro gathered me back into his arms.
"We really should get out of this shower," Hiro murmured.
"Hmm, yes," I replied sleepily, "But it's so warm in here, cozy."
Hiro chuffed as he held me, "Are you sleepy now?"
"A little—content," I said.
"Hmm..."
There was a moment of silence before Hiro spoke again.
"Will you'll let me have you again?"
"I told you, you have all of me," I reminded him.
"It works both ways," Hiro claimed sweetly.
"I should hope so," I stated.
Without warning Hiro reached behind me and shut of the faucet. He stepped out and pulled two baby blue towels off a shelf over the toilet. He handed me one. I took it and we dried ourselves off.
"Umm, I dunno about you, but I can't sleep when my hair is wet—makes the pillows soaked," I explained.
"Who says we're going to sleep?" Hiro countered.
"Well I...I thought we were, aren't you tired?"
"A bit, but we can sleep all day tomorrow. I'm not letting you out of my bed," Hiro claimed as he hung his towel over the towel rack behind the door.
"Is that so?" I replied a gentle curl to my lips.
"It is," Hiro answered, eyes twinkling.
I tugged him over to me, smoothing his wet hair out of his face and brought my lips to his softly. He wrapped his arms around me, closing his eyes as we just kissed for a long moment. Then his hand found mine and he drew back.
"Come on, let me show you my bedroom," Hiro insisted.
"Okay," I said and followed the redhead to a small bedroom with a light grey carpet and a black and white bed. There was no box spring; it had a black stand with a mattress on top. The comforter was snow white and inviting red-covered pillows lined the head of the bed. Above the bed was a large painting of cherry blossoms, and to the left, beside the bed was a nightstand with a simple, white-shaded lamp. On the floor, next to the bed was a small red carpet. The windows were covered in soft lace curtains and on the opposite wall hung a prized guitar. It had a light blonde varnish that spread out into a darker orange, and then black...it looked like a Gibson.
"Gibson?" I questioned.
"That's right, that baby is a vintage 1955 Sunburst," Hiro told me, "One day I'll play it on stage."
I smiled. "You should," I said. "This is a great bedroom."
"Thanks, I bet you thought I was a slob, eh?" Hiro offered and chuckled.
"Actually I really wasn't sure; you're a lot neater than I am. I only recently cleaned up my mess of an apartment," I explained.
"Right, because you're on vacation," he said. "So..." Hiro began to scratch his head awkwardly, "Tohma-san knew about what you were going through, is that why he put you on vacation?"
Naked, I took a seat on the bed and sighed, "Yeah, he probably read about Judy in a newspaper, or one of his inside guys called him about it. I wasn't going to tell him...I felt embarrassed, anyways, as much as I was mad at him for putting me on vacation...I'm sort of glad he did now."
"Me too," said Hiro.
I patted the bed next to me and Hiro sat down, he looked over at me and smiled. "Look what all my free time brought?" I said and reached over to gently touch Hiro's face.
Hiro grinned wider. "And it isn't over yet."
Oh?
Hiro reached over and opened a drawer to his nightstand. He withdrew a cat-o-nine whip and grinned even more wide when he looked back at me.
"You're such a devil," I said, yet, I felt excited at the prospect of the play ahead of us. But the most unexpected thing happened...
Hiro held the whip out for me to take. "It's your turn," he said, "Take it."
I cocked an eyebrow. "You want me to whip you?" I asked hesitantly.
"Mmmhmm, go on take it."
Fiendishly, I took the whip. It was hard and heavier than I would have thought in my hand. I looked over as Hiro settled himself in the center of the bed, I chuckled, a huge grin on my face.
"Hiroshi, you've been a very naughty boy..."
Thwack!
A/N: The end! So sorry it took me much longer than I anticipated to post up this story. But it's done! I hope you enjoyed reading this strange little tale lol! I had much fun re-writing it -grin- Thank you to all that commented and to all that took the time to read this!
Ayame