CHAPTER 5
"What am I even supposed to wear to this thing?" Rukawa called from his walk-in closet.
"Do you have a leather, um. What is it? Like, for a horse...?"
"A hardness. And shut up."
Sendoh laughed quietly to himself. He honestly couldn't wait to see what kind of outfit Rukawa put together for Fugiki's show.
"Just wear a jock," Sendoh suggested. "And sunglasses."
Rukawa poked his head out of the closet. "What are you wearing?"
Sendoh was in the process of tugging his tight-fitting pale pink T-shirt into place. It was a recent purchase, and he looked amazing in it.
"Damn," Rukawa said.
"Nice, right?"
"They didn't have it in your size?"
Sendoh grinned. Rukawa was full of shit, and the heat in his gaze was telling on him. "Wear something light. It will be hot in the club."
"Okay. Um." Rukawa disappeared back into the closet. He emerged a minute later in stylish black pants that tapered at the ankle and light gray linen shirt that he'd left open at the collar.
"Good," Sendoh said, which was a massive understatement. The shirt stretched tight across Rukawa's wide shoulders, and the cuffs of the short sleeves accentuated the bulge of his biceps.
"Really?" Rukawa asked.
"Mm." Sendoh pulled Rukawa in for a kiss. "You look hot," he murmured against his lips. "I will be thinking all night of what I want to do to you later."
"Shit, let's at least get to the club before you start making me went to leave."
Sendoh smiled and kissed him again. "You will love the show. I have heard Fugiki is very good."
"Oh yeah? Who told you that?"
"Hiromi. You know, the-"
"The social media guy who I haven't met but you can't stop talking about? The adorable gay one? You did say he was adorable, right?"
Sendoh laughed softly and dipped his head to kiss the hinge of Rukawa's jaw. "He invited me to Fugiki's show in Okinawa last year. But I had to rest an injury."
"So you're being invited on dates with adorable gay guys, are you?" Rukawa was probably trying to sound angry, but his voice was a bit strained and he was tilting his head to give Sendoh better access to his neck. "To sexy music shows?"
"Yes. All the time."
"Is Hiromi going to be there tonight? Am I going to be in your way?"
"I don't know. Do you want me to text him?"
Rukawa was remarkably skilled at glaring and smiling at the same time. "Come on. Let's get going."
Fugiki's show was every bit as sexy and mesmerizing as Hiromi had described it, and every aspect of it felt dialed up, because Sendoh had Rukawa standing next to him.
Not as close as Sendoh would have liked, but still. Next to him.
Ideally Sendoh would be behind Rukawa with his arms wrapped around him, holding him close against his chest. Sendoh would rest his chin on Rukawa's head, and kiss his hair whenever he felt the urge.
Instead, Sendoh was standing between Rukawa and Kicchou Fukuda, at the back of the crowded bar. Fukuda had explained that he always watched from the back. Sendoh and Rukawa had decided to keep him company.
Onstage, Fugiki was holding his audience captive. Despite the enormous number of people there, the room was almost silent except for his ethereal voice, and the music he was making alone using a keyboard, a laptop, an assortment of pedals, and his violin. He was wearing billowy white pants, sheer enough that the stage lights shone through them. He was bare chested, but wore several sparkling chains around his neck, and a few more around his narrow waist. Gold armbands snaked around his biceps, and even from the back of the room, Sendoh could see he was wearing a lof of makeup. He looked magical and sensual. A prize for sure. Sendoh couldn't be happier that Fukuda was the one who'd won him.
"He is beautiful," Sendoh told Fukuda, when Fugiki finished his song.
"I know," Fukuda said, without taking his eyes off the stage. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt and black jeans, and was probably going to be mistaken for a bouncer a few times tonight. Though, Sendoh supposed, Fukuda basically was a bouncer because he would definitely be the first one to intervene if anyone did anything even slightly threatening to his boyfriend. Fugiki couldn't have had a better protector.
"It must feel powerful," Sendoh said. "Knowing everyone in the room wants your boyfriend."
The smile that curved Fukuda's lips was the most sexually charged expression Sendoh had ever seen on the shy man's face. "It does."
Yeah, Sendoh could see how going to these shows would be some heady fucking foreplay for Fukuda.
He glanced at his own boyfriend, who was watching Fugiki intently with his arms folded. He may not be onstage, looking like a glittering diamond, but he was achingly beautiful. The sharp line of his jaw and straight slope of his nose in profile were more fascinating to Sendoh than anything else in the room.
He took a step closer to him, and brushed his arm against Rukawa's elbow. Rukawa moved away, arms falling to his sides, and said, "He's really good."
"I know."
"And, like, captivating. You can't look away from him, y'know?"
"Yes," Sendoh said, without glancing away from Rukawa's face. He wanted so desperately to touch him.
Sometimes Sendoh was so starved for touch he felt like screaming. He felt it most when Rukawa was close, like he was now, but off-limits. Sendoh used to go to clubs like this one all the time, in just about every JBL city. He'd find someone he liked, make out with them, then go home with them. Sometimes he would skip the club and just text one of his regulars, depending on where he was.
He didn't miss that. Not really. He was devoted to Rukawa, wholeheartedly, and their sex life was beyond anything he had experienced with another person. But he missed being touched. He missed the endorphin rush he used to get from hooking up with people, and how relaxed he'd felt after. He missed meeting new people, talking to them, charming them.
Most of all, though, he missed the comfort he got from human touch. Right now, in this club in Shohoku, he wanted that comfort from the man he was in love with.
He took another step toward Rukawa, closing the slim gap between them again. This time he trailed a fingertip down Rukawa's arm from his elbow to his wrist. Rukawa flinched, and stared at him with wide, questioning eyes.
"What?" he asked.
Kiss me, Sendoh wanted to say. Kiss me and hold me in front of all these people. Pull me onstage and do it. I don't care anymore. Please. I'm dying.
"Nothing," Sendoh said, and stepped away. "Nothing."
Rukawa was so turned on he felt like he would burst into flames.
The sensuality of Fugiki's performance- his whole deal- combined with having Sendoh so close had created electricity that coursed through Rukawa's body. He wished he could grab Sendoh and pull him closer, kiss him against the back wall of the club until they were both panting. But he didn't mind waiting. The forbidden aspect of their relationship- the discipline it took to hide how hot they were for each other- still did it for Rukawa. It was sexy.
Here, in public, Rukawa didn't mind pretending that they were two bros, hanging out with their retired JBL player friend. He didn't mind keeping his hands to himself, because he knew as soon as they were alone they would thoroughly take each other apart and it would be perfect. Their reward for a job well done. Rukawa thrived on that sort of thing.
But, fuck, Sendoh looked hot tonight. That tight pink T-shirt was just barely holding itself together, stretched tight across Sendoh's muscular chest and shoulders. That fucking loon tattoo staring Rukawa in the face, practically a brand on Sendoh's skin.
Mine, Rukawa thought. The world doesn't need to know, because I know.
He wondered if Sendoh was as horny as he was at that moment. He kept glancing at Rukawa sideways, so probably. Also, it had been nearly a week since they'd last been able to have sex, and if the drought was affecting Rukawa this much, it must actually be killing Sendoh.
Rukawa remembered the last time they'd been in any kind of club together. It had been years ago, before they'd admitted their feelings for each other. Rukawa had been with Luna at the time, had been out with her and her friends that night, and Sendoh had happened to be at the same Shohoku nightclub with some of his teammates. Rukawa had abandoned Luna on the dance floor, drawn to Sendoh like a moth to a flame, and had helplessly watched Sendoh make out with a beautiful women.
There'd been a brief, terrifying moment when his and Sendoh's eyes had met. When Sendoh had discovered him. Then Rukawa had fled, embarrassed that he'd been caught watching, and horrified by how jealous he'd felt.
He'd needed to pull over while driving home that night because he hadn't been able to see the road through his tears. He'd been so confused and scared and devastated. He should have been going home with Luna, his gorgeous super-hot model girlfriend, not crying on the side of the road, alone in his car, over an obnoxious ex-Ryonan basketball player.
He'd been in love with him, though he'd refused to even consider it at the time.
Now, he felt the light brush of a fingertip at his elbow, and tensed as the finger trailed down to his wrist. Sendoh shouldn't be touching him like this.
"What?" Rukawa asked, because there had to be a reason why Sendoh would break their most important rule.
For the briefest moment, Sendoh's eyes looked sad, and even a bit scared. Then he blinked, and schooled his expression into something more natural.
"Nothing," Sendoh said as he stepped away. "Nothing."
Sendoh turned his gaze back to the stage, but Rukawa kept watching Sendoh. His shoulders were slumped, and his jaw was tense. He looked...defeated.
Rukawa glanced around. The room was dark. It was crowded, but everyone's attention was locked on Fugiki, and he and Sendoh were at the very back anyway. Rukawa chewed his lip, and made a quick decision before he started overthinking things.
He took a sideways step so his hip brushed against Sendoh's, then placed a hand on the small of his back. It wasn't much, but Sendoh's whole body relaxed as he leaned back into the touch. He glanced down at Rukawa and gave him a small, grateful smile.
Rukawa smiled back, and traced a little heart on Sendoh's back with his finger. Sendoh raised one hand toward Rukawa, and it hovered in the air for a moment before Sendoh pulled it back to rest over his own heart. He nodded at Rukawa, then turned his gaze back to the stage.
Rukawa kept his hand on Sendoh's back for the rest of the show, removing it only briefly to applaud after each song. He felt like he was getting away with something, the way his palm pressed into the heat of Sendoh's silent breaths felt loud against Rukawa's fingers.
The song Fugiki was performing had sex-drenched, murmured lyrics and sudden, unexpected acapella breaks where he would sigh out lyrics that sent actual shivers through Rukawa. Everything felt and sounded and smelled like the promise of sex, and Rukawa was losing his mind a little. How was Fukuda not rushing the stage right now? Rukawa almost wanted to, but not as much as he wanted to grab Sendoh's sweaty T-shirt and pull him into him. Rukawa wasn't the kind of guy who would ever fuck someone in a public place, but this was the most he'd thought about it.
Maybe ending a week of celibacy with a concert by Fukuda's sex sorcerer boyfriend hadn't been the best idea. Rukawa hoped no one noticed as he carefully adjusted his erection so it wouldn't be quite so obvious against the tight fabric of his pants.
Sendoh, of course, noticed. His smile sent a fresh shiver through Rukawa, and he bit his bottom lip, gaze locked with Sendoh's.
Soon, Sendoh mouthed.
Rukawa was far too distracted to be driving right now. He was so horny he felt drunk.
He'd insisted on driving tonight, because he'd had enough of putting his life in Sendoh's hands, but now he doubted his decision. His body pulsed with the need to press his skin against Sendoh's. To taste him and take him apart and show him everything he'd been thinking while Sendoh had been standing so close to him in that stupidly tight T-shirt, his skin hot and glistening with sweat.
Also, Sendoh was massaging Rukawa's dick through his pants as he drove.
"D-don't," Rukawa said weakly. "It's not- fuck- not safe."
Sendoh chuckled and removed his hand. Rukawa bit back a whimper from the loss. He took a slow breath, steadying himself, and focused on the road.
"You're so hard," Sendoh observed.
"I'm also driving."
"I'm not."
Rukawa glanced over and saw that Sendoh had cupped his own dick through his shorts.
"Don't do that either," Rukawa said, forcing himself to look away.
A soft moan floated over from the passager seat. Sendoh's eyes were closed, head tipped back, lips parted.
Fuck. Rukawa was ignoring the road again.
"Stop it," Rukawa said. "Seriously. We'll be home soon."
"Mm. Not the way you drive."
Rukawa's jaw tightened. "I'm not turning this into a game." He did his best to ignore how hot the idea of trying to get home before Sendoh came was. "I'll get us home safe and then you can touch all the dicks you want."
Sendoh laughed and held up both of his hands so Rukawa could see he'd obeyed him. "Fine."
Rukawa blew out a breath. "Almost home," he said, mostly to himself.
"How many dicks will be there? Did you invite some people?"
"You wish."
"I think you would like it," Sendoh said. "Having an audience."
Rukawa wriggled against the leather seat. He really wouldn't like to be watched, but as a purely imaginary scenario, it fucking did something to him.
"Would you show me off?" Rukawa asked quietly.
He could feel the heat of Sendoh's gaze even without looking. "I would never stop showing you off," Sendoh said. "If I could."
"Fucking hell," Rukawa murmured.
They made it home, and even got through the door before they crashed into each other, kissing and grabbing, trying to get closer while they struggled to get each other's clothes off. Sendoh won that race, getting Rukawa naked and pressed against a wall with his hands pinned over his head. Sendoh kissed him forcefully while Rukawa arched toward him, aching for more.
"Want," Rukawa murmured mindlessly as Sendoh kissed his neck.
"You will get it," Sendoh said in a delicious, low rumble. He was still wearing his shorts, though they were unzipped and barely clinging to his hips. "Was fucking dying in that club."
"Me too."
"All fucking week I have been dying."
Rukawa's body rippled against Sendoh's. "Show me."
Sendoh nipped at Rukawa's jaw. "Tell me what to do."
It was a power move for Sendoh because he knew how awkward Rukawa got when he had to ask for things in bed. He was absolutely aware of the battle raging in Rukawa's head right now, as Rukawa tried to ignore his embarrassment in favor of bossing Sendoh around.
"Suck me," Rukawa tried.
"Like this?" Sendoh sucked at the pulse point under Rukawa's jaw, making Rukawa squirm.
"Don't," Rukawa panted, "be an ass."
Sendoh laughed, released Rukawa's wrists, then took a step back. He quickly removed his own shorts and underwear, then went to his knees. He ran his hands over Rukawa's waist, hips and thighs as he gazed up at him in a blatantly admiring way that made Rukawa preen.
"So beautiful," Sendoh said. He leaned in and kissed the tip of Rukawa's cock before parting his lips to suck the head in.
Rukawa let out a long, low moan, his head bumping back against the wall behind him. "Fuck, Akira."
Sendoh took his time, tracing and teasing him with his tongue, lighting Rukawa up. Rukawa dropped a hand to the back of Sendoh's head and threaded his fingers into his slightly damp hairs.
"You're so fucking good at that," Rukawa said breathlessly. He rolled his hips, just slightly, hoping Sendoh would take the hint.
Sendoh grunted and slid his hands up the backs of Rukawa's thighs, up to his ass, where he dug his fingers into the muscles there, pulling Rukawa closer, deeper. His throat muscles flexed around the head of Rukawa's cock, and Rukawa's fingers tightened in Sendoh's hair, pulling slightly.
"Holy shit," Rukawa gasped. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe as Sendoh. Swallowed around him.
Sendoh stayed like that for another couple of seconds, then pulled back slowly, dragging his tongue along Rukawa's length, until he reached the end and let Rukawa fall out his mouth.
"I could make you come right now," Sendoh said.
"Don't," Rukawa said, almost meaning it.
"Bedroom?"
Fuck, that seemed far away. Rukawa glanced at the stairs mournfully, but then nodded. "Yeah. Hurry."
They scrambled up the stairs, naked and laughing and holding hands. They probably looked ridiculous, but Rukawa didn't care. He shoved Sendoh against the wall at the top of the stairs and kissed him.
"Fucking love you," Rukawa murmured against his lips. "Want you in me."
Sendoh growled and slapped Rukawa's ass hard, once, the sharp sound reverberating in the empty hallway. "Come to bed, then."
Rukawa backed Sendoh into the bedroom, kissing him and practically trying to climb him. Sendoh sat on the end of the bed when he reached it, pulling Rukawa into his lap and kissing him fiercely until they both fell to the mattress in a squirming tangle of limbs.
Sendoh laughed into Rukawa's mouth and kept kissing him. Rukawa wondered if Sendoh was as dizzy with happiness as he was. Sometimes he still couldn't believe they were actually together. That Rukawa could have this.
Rukawa crawled on top of him. He spread his thighs wide, straddling Sendoh's hips, still kissing. Sendoh's strong hands glided up Rukawa's back to his shoulders, then back down to his ass.
Lube. They needed lube immediately.
Rukawa stretched across the bed and opened his nightstand drawer. He felt around for one of the bottles of lube they stored in there among their growing collection of sex toys and pulled it out.
Sendoh took the bottle and got to work. Rukawa groaned with relief at the first brush of Sendoh's slick finger against his opening.
"Hurry," Rukawa said.
"So impatient."
"Yeah, I'm fucking impatient. It's been a week." He knew, once the summer was over, he'd have to go far longer without sex. But those weeks wouldn't be full of being close enough to Sendoh to smell him. Wouldn't be full of hearing Sendoh's unguarded laughter when he was playing with kids, or of seeing the way Sendoh's eyes smoldered sometimes when he looked at Rukawa. When Sendoh thought no one would notice. When he couldn't help it.
Those weeks he wouldn't be sharing a bed with Sendoh, listening to him breathe in the dark, and sometimes hearing him whimper. He wouldn't be able to press himself against Sendoh and kiss the back of his neck and whisper that he loved him. When he thought Sendoh wouldn't notice. When he couldn't help it.
Those would be different weeks. Right now, Rukawa needed everything he could get from Sendoh.
Sendoh took his time, opening him with careful fingers as he watched Rukawa's face. He reached his free hand up and caressed Rukawa's cheek.
"My beloved," Sendoh murmured, in Russian. "So beautiful."
Rukawa let his eyes close for a moment, letting Sendoh know he understood. Sendoh couldn't hide behind his father's tongue anymore when he wanted to be sweet and soft. It was something Rukawa had worked for; while Rukawa's teammates were playing poker or games on their phones on the plane, Rukawa was studying Russian.
"Enough," Rukawa said, also in Russian. "I'm ready."
Sendoh hummed and continued his slow penetration with two fingers. "I like this," Sendoh said, switching back to Japanese. "Let me watch you a bit longer."
Rukawa huffed and clenched around Sendoh's fingers. It wasn't enough. In frustration, he wrapped his hand around his own rigid cock and stroked.
"Even better," Sendoh said, smiling. "Here." He hovered the bottle over Rukawa's dick and drizzled some lube on him. Because Sendoh was full of good ideas.
"Oh shit," Rukawa gasped. Sendoh started stroking Rukawa's prostate in time with the glide of Rukawa's hand over his cock. Heat flared low in Rukawa's belly, burning up the last of his control. "Akira. Please."
Sendoh withdrew his fingers. A moment later, Rukawa felt the head of Sendoh's cock tapping against his hole. "This?" Sendoh asked.
Rukawa didn't answer. He just shifted his weight and sank down onto Sendoh's slick cock. He went slowly because they didn't do it this way very often, and because he wanted to draw out Sendoh's delicious groan.
"Shit, Rukawa," Sendoh rasped.
Damn, Rukawa loved it when Sendoh used his last name, the way he'd used to, before. Back when they'd used to fuck but before they were...this.
Rukawa lifted a bit and sank back down, earning another groan. He grinned at the man he loved and said, "Hold on to something, Sendoh."
Sendoh gripped Rukawa's hips, digging his fingers in hard while Rukawa rode him. It was exciting to watch Sendoh like this, sprawled out beneath him, chest heaving as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
"Love your dick," Rukawa panted. He had one hand planted on Sendoh's chest, the other gripping the back of Sendoh's left thigh. "Love taking you like this."
"You just love," Sendoh gritted out, "exercise."
Rukawa let out a shaky laugh, adjusted his angle, and rode him harder.
Sendoh was falling apart beneath him, murmuring in Russian so garbled Rukawa couldn't translate it. He didn't need to. "You gonna come for me?"
Sendoh sucked in a breath. "Too soon. Fuck."
Rukawa stopped his ruthless bouncing and switched to a slow grind.
"Ah," Sendoh cried out. "Fucking...fuck!"
Rukawa smirked, loving the power he held. Loving how much he could make Sendoh feel. Loving what he could reduce him to.
"Too slow?" Rukawa asked, his voice surprisingly steady considering how close to the edge he was himself.
"Yes," Sendoh said. "No. Fuck, you are perfect."
"Yeah?" Rukawa rolled his hips, careful and controlled. "This all you need?"
Sendoh huffed and reached for Rukawa's dick. He wrapped his fingers lightly around him and just held him for a moment, his gaze locked with Rukawa's.
"Is this enough?" Sendoh asked as he gently grazed his hand over Rukawa's cock, barely touching.
Fuck, it almost was enough. Rukawa arched and clenched around Sendoh's dick involuntarily as he tried to thrust into Sendoh's hand.
Sendoh laughed and pulled his hand away. Rukawa whined in protest.
Sendoh placed his hand on the back of Rukawa's neck and pulled him down until Sendoh's lips were against his ear. "I think," he said, in Russian, "you need to be fucked properly."
Rukawa gasped and nodded, and seconds later he was flat on his stomach, face pressing into a pillow. Sendoh grabbed his thighs and hauled his ass into the air, then thrust inside.
"Is this what you need?" Sendoh asked in a low, rough voice.
"Yes," Rukawa said breathlessly. "Hard."
"Stroke yourself."
It didn't take long after that. Not with Rukawa ruthlessly jerking himself while Sendoh pounded into him, making the headboard slam against the wall with every thrust.
"Now," Rukawa panted. "Fuck, I'm coming." His whole body shuddered as he began to spurt over his hand and onto the sheets.
Behind him, Sendoh only said, "Rukawa," before he stilled and pulsed inside him.
Sendoh didn't pull out immediately. He carefully lowered himself until he was almost resting his full weight on Rukawa's back, breathing hard against Rukawa's neck. For several long moments, they just breathed together.
Eventually, Sendoh began peppering Rukawa's shoulders with gentle kisses, and his softened dick slipped out of Rukawa's body. He kissed down Rukawa's spine in an adoring way that made Rukawa sigh happily.
"Love you," Rukawa murmured into his pillow. He reached a hand back, clumsily searching, and Sendoh took it in his own.
"I will be back," Sendoh said. He squeezed Rukawa's hand, then released it and shuffled off the bed. Rukawa heard footsteps, and then the bathroom door closing.
He was dimly aware that he needed to get up himself and get cleaned. The bed sheets should be changed too. But Rukawa was so loose and sleepy that he wondered how important any of that was.
Sendoh seemed to take longer than usual in the bathroom. Eventually, he returned and tapped Rukawa on the shoulder. "Your turn."
"Mmphh."
Sendoh laughed quietly and rumpled Rukawa's hair. "Come on. You hate to be dirty."
Rukawa couldn't argue that. He dragged himself to the bathroom.
When he returned he noticed that Sendoh had already changed the sheets and was sitting on one side of the bed, staring at the wall.
"You okay?" Rukawa asked.
"Yes," Sendoh said. He sounded distracted.
Rukawa got into bed, enjoying the crisp slide of clean sheets against his skin. "I'm zonked."
Sendoh hummed in agreement and got under the covers beside him. He curled against Rukawa, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close. Rukawa fell asleep in minutes.
He woke some time later, blinking at the darkness as he felt Sendoh crawl back into bed beside him. He had no idea what time it was or how long Sendoh had been gone, but he smelled the sharp aroma of cigarette smoke.
"You were smoking," he complained sleepily.
"No."
"I can smell it."
Sendoh kissed his shoulder. "Maybe your house is on fire."
Rukawa huffed and fell back asleep.
TBC
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