.:VERSE TWO:. – "I Don't Think That's Such a Good Idea."
[A reliving of the drunken night that landed them in this situation.]
-'And I know
There's nothing I can say
To change that part
To change that part
To change'-
:TWO WEEKS EARLIER:
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The two laughed and knocked back another shot.
The strength of the alcohol made Gakupo grimace, but Gumi only licked her lips and smiled.
For a moment, Gakupo thought about how she always got drunk much faster than he did, even if they drank exactly the same.
"To the best fuckin' music video ever!" She laughed more.
There were two things Gumi did in excess when she was inebriated: Laughed, and cursed.
"I think you're supposed to say what it's to before you drink it." Gakupo suggested, almost in an amused manner, but not unkindly.
"Oh damn. Well, since I've said it now, guess we've gotta have another drink!" That must have been funny to her, because, hell, did she laugh about it.
Gakupo rolled his eyes, swearing he'd cut her off after this.
"Go on, Gackie. It's not nice to keep a lady waiting." She fluttered her eyelashes at him and leaned forward. He could see directly down her shirt, and tried very hard, as a gentleman, not to look.
"This is your last one." He told her.
"Aww…" She pouted. "Why?" She pawed at his chest.
Was this some sort of attempt at… Being seductive? Either she was really drunk, or she really wanted another drink. Hopefully not, but probably, both…
"One more round." He requested of the rough-looking bartender.
The man eyed Gumi questionably, before looking at Gakupo again. The girl was quite obviously drunk, whereas her purple-haired companion looked completely sober.
That was the thing about Gakupo and Gumi drinking together. While the alcohol immediately kicked in for the green-haired girl, it was rather a delayed effect for her larger best friend. Though Gakupo felt perfectly collected right now, he knew he only had a matter of time before he started feeling and acting pretty sloshed himself. So there was this especially dangerous time, where Gakupo's buzz was just reaching its height, and Gumi's hadn't started to wear off yet, that Gakupo always worried about before the drinks started pouring.
"One last one." Gakupo explained. "After that, this is it."
The bartender looked slightly reluctant, but did, indeed, pour them one more each.
"Fuck, I forget what we were drinking for now." Gumi commented, grabbing the shotglass and giggling loudly. She made a show of licking the rim sensually, looking up at Gakupo steamily.
He had to look away. There was just something about watching a girl –any girl– performing suggestive acts with her tongue that made the purple-haired singer's blood boil.
In a verygood way. In a way that was so good, it was kind of bad in most situations.
Namely those involving ice-cream shops, Popsicle stands, and, apparently, bars with his best friend.
He tipped back the cup, forcing the liquid down his throat. He managed not to grimace or shiver this time.
Which, apparently, did not go unnoticed by Gumi. "Way to fuckin' take it like a man." She 'complimented' him, smacking him playfully on the thigh, and then giggling.
It would probably be to both of their benefits in the long run for her to keep her hands off of him, but he couldn't bring himself to ask her to stop.
"Well, it tastes awful." He answered, sheepishly.
"I think it tastes really good. Bitter as hell, but so good." She paused for a minute, and he could almost see gears turning in her head. "I wonder what you taste like, Gaku-kun…" She said dreamily, a smile plastered across her face.
He was about ninety nine and a half percent sure he knew exactly what she meant by that, and that it wasn't an innocent question.
She inched closer still to him. "We should go home and find out…" She whisper-moaned in his ear, and he could feel his body starting to react completely against his will…
The image of Gumi on her knees, licking up every last drop of…
"I don't think that's such a good idea…" He reasoned, the words coming out in such a flood that he tripped over them. But he could feel himself quickly becoming more and more okay with the idea, as she kissed him on the cheek and ear.
"Please, Ga-ku-po?" The syllables dropped cutely off her tongue. "I… I just wanna know. I've never tasted a boy before." She put a finger in her mouth and bit down softly, giving him the I'm-so-innocent-I'm-dirty face.
The male singer didn't know what was going to come out of this, but either way, he knew they should probably start heading home. Partly because whatever was going to come of this did not need to occur in a bar. Partly because it was getting really late, and he didn't want any of the Vocaloids to be worrying about them.
"Yeah, actually." He said. "Let's go home."
Gumi giggled, happily.
-::-
There were only a few blocks between the Vocaloids' large shared mansion, and the slummy, shady, other side of town where their bar was. (That's the reason they had picked it in the first place. It was a little, unsuspecting, hole-in-the-wall joint, and people didn't try to get pictures with them, or hit them up for an interview. Everyone in there pretty much left well enough alone.) However, in their current states, Gumi and Gakupo were completely lost, and most likely going the wrong way. By now, all Gakupo's drinks were starting to take effect, and he was starting to wonder why he was arguing againstan attractive girl that wanted to give him a blowjob. Still, he argued, quite bullheadedly.
"I think we're lost…" She said.
"Yeah, me too." He grumbled.
"I think we should get a hotel room."
"But home's only a few blocks away."
"Which way away?"
"I dunno."
"Gakuuu…" She whined, grabbing his hand.
"What?"
"Let's go get a room. And we can do dirty things, and then sleep until we're not drunk. And then… Do more dirty things… And then go home. Or make someone come get us… … … Hehe, make someone come."
He would never admit to it, but he actually laughed with her about that.
But that was the smallest of wrongdoings he had to feel bad about. Considering, ten minutes later, she was pulling him into a dark alleyway. And he knew exactly what she intended to do. And he didn't stop her.
Her small hand was holding onto his so tightly, pulling him into the darkness of the back alley, the darkness of temptation. He could feel her thundering heartbeat in her hand, pressed tightly against his – or maybe the pulse was his own?
She pushed him roughly against a cold brick wall, his head narrowly avoiding the metal bar of a fire-escape ladder, hanging down just far enough to be at his eye level. She pressed her body up against his.
He bit his lip. As much as he tried to deny it in his head, he knew that those short seconds, that one, fluid motion, had had their way of turning him on immensely. Girls that like to be in charge? Huge turn-on. Girls that weren't afraid to get rough? Even better. "Gumi…?"
"Shh. Don't think, okay?" She commanded, her face inches from his.
Gakupo blinked, several times. There was definitely a reason that this should be setting off alarms in his head. But he really couldn't think of what it was. "Okay." He finally agreed.
She kissed him, hard. She was not shy at all in what she wanted, shamelessly grabbing his ass, pulling at the collar of his shirt, tugging relentlessly at his long, thick hair.
The suddenness of this entire thing was nearly overwhelming for Gakupo, and for a moment, he was too stunned to even react.
"Damn silly boy." Gumi said against his lips, then grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her chest.
Confidence.
God.
He had to hold back some seriously embarrassing sounds… The way Gumi's hips were moving against his, the way she sucked on his lip, the way she just put his hand on her breast… And the impossible situation itself was affecting Gakupo in ways he wasn't willing to admit. This felt so wrong. All this, in public, with his best friend. But his body was nearly screaming how right it was.
Gumi reached a hand between their bodies and grabbed at the crotch of Gakupo's pants.
"Nngh…" He tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back a moan, and let himself thrust up against her hand.
Gumi giggled, slightly to Gakupo's annoyance. "I like you like this." She whispered, even her voice working to get him off.
"I like you like this too." He answered, reflexively, not really considering the comment before it came out of his mouth.
She buried her face in his neck and continued to massage his stiffening shaft through his thick jeans.
Gakupo moved against her, thrusting with her, twisting and turning to get more contact.
"You're so hard and so big… Just like I imagined you."
A thought cut through his gin-hazed mind, clearer than day. 'She imagined this.'He groaned at the thought of her getting off on the thought of him.
She stopped what she was doing, and then she was on her knees, unzipping his pants. She shrugged them down his hips far enough to be able to continue her actions, but now just through his thin boxer-briefs.
He craved skin-to-skin contact, and the closer he got to it, the faster his heart raced.
For a few moments, she continued to tease him with her hands, but she was honestly just as impatient as he was, and couldn't wait any more.
She pulled the last layer of fabric down and surrounded his thick, throbbing shaft with her warm mouth.
Gakupo nearly came right then and there. His head banged against the brick wall behind him. One hand grabbed onto the ladder next to him, and the other found Gumi's hair, and pulled.
He felt Gumi moan as she started to bob her head. The feeling of the vibrations of her voice combined with her motions was an overindulgence to Gakupo's senses, and he could barely control himself enough to hold still.
"Gumi… My God…" He moaned, and he could swear he felt himself hit the back of her throat.
He thought she giggled, but he couldn't tell.
She licked at him, like an ice cream cone, greedily accepting all he had to offer.
God, she was talented. In the back of his cloudy mind, Gakupo wondered why they hadn't tried this sooner.
It wasn't long before he knew he was reaching his limit. Then she looked up at him, such a lust in her eyes that Gakupo had to look away.
And as he looked away, he saw something. Something not good.
Where they had entered the alley, there was a small crowd of people. Not just any sort of people.
People with cameras.
"Gumi! Gumi, stop!" He panicked, damning the cameramen for ruining something that was very, very good.
She clearly thought it was one of those 'stop's that mean 'don't stop', because in response she sucked harder, taking his breath away.
And he couldn't stop himself. After all night, after all the suspense and the teasing, even though he knew it was completely wrong, he still couldn't stop himself.
He cursed as he came, hard.
On camera. For the world to see.
-::-
He couldn't change it. He couldn't just pretend it hadn't happened. And as much as he wished he could, he couldn't make it go away.
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