rabenhorst (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rabenhorst) wrote2009-10-13 09:52 pm
rabenhorst) wrote2009-10-13 09:52 pm
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Title: Secret Spectators
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Toshiya has seen something that completely shook his foundation, and when he tells about it to Kyo and Shinya, they simply don’t believe him. So what other choice does he have then, but to prove his words right? He weaves a cunning plan, and before the three even notice they are spying on the two guitarists of their band...
Comments: Written for the second week of the D/K Oktoberfest!
fonulyn: I’m always so iffy nowadays if I can write smut alone, after my better half has totally spoiled me by writing so much with me XD But the idea to this just hit me, and I couldn’t leave it be until I had actually written it! Besides, I wanted to contribute something for the fest as well, so this is what came out of it :) I hope you like, the quite unusual point of view and all XD And a huge thanks to seinen_no for proofreading it for me!
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Secret Spectators
”C’mon Toshiya, that’s completely ridiculous.” One could see the disbelief written all over the small vocalist’s features as he kept on staring at his taller bandmate from slightly widened eyes. That was already something way out of the usual as it wasn’t common to see Kyo that startled. The man simply preferred to try keep up a stoic appearance instead of letting everyone know what was going on in his mind at any given time. Shinya was standing right beside him, looking equally surprised, somewhat doubtful on top of that and they both were staring straight at their bassist.
Toshiya let out a slightly frustrated sigh. He was completely convinced of his point, and yet he didn’t seem to manage in making his friends believe what he was saying. “It’s not ridiculous!” He protested instantly, a sweet pout appearing on his delicate lips. “It’s God’s honest truth and you should just believe me! Kaoru and Die are fucking. They’re friggin’ screwing like bunnies and you’re just too blind to see all the signs in the air!” He had seen it, he knew. Or no, he hadn’t really seen it, but he had seen the long glances their two guitarists shared, he had seen the covert touches, had witnessed the way the two understood each other already after half a word. They were doing it, he was certain!
Instantly Shinya shook his head, even dared to roll his eyes as he found this all completely unbelievable. “But Kaoru isn’t even gay! He never indicated in any way that he’d be interested in men. That man’s a pathological boob-watcher for God’s sake!” He grumbled, obviously having hard times adjusting to the new bits of information that his friend had just slapped in his face. Kyo was nodding heftily to every single word he said, obviously agreeing with him fully. What they had just heard was just too unbelievable to be true. Kaoru and Die? C’mon, things like that happened only in poorly written fanfiction and bad porn.
Obviously, Toshiya wasn’t willing to let go of his credibility and he was determined to do just about anything to prove his point to the other two men. “Alright, I’ll prove it.” He nodded firmly, and one could see how a cunning plan was forming in his mind, judging by the small grin that was tugging his lips already. Finally he spoke up though, leaning forward in a conspiratorial manner as if he was sharing the biggest secret of all times with the two other men. “Next Thursday, when we’re supposed to leave the studio, we’ll sneak back in and hide in the equipment closet. Right?” It was common knowledge that on Thursday afternoons the studio was empty except for their guitarists, who – according to their own words – wanted to go through some new ideas for songs in peace.
The suggestion was met with slow, almost hesitant nods as both Kyo and Shinya decided that it wouldn’t hurt if they did that. At least they would then see their two friends just working together, nothing more, and this topic would be settled. There were disturbing images in their minds already due to the bassist’s words, and what would be a better way to get rid of them than to just prove them wrong by witnessing the exact opposite?
So, the next Thursday, they all packed their belongings and said goodbyes to their friends in the exact same way they always did. Kaoru and Die usually went out to get some coffee from the small cafeteria across the street at that point, taking a short break before they would get back to work. Like in an action movie, the other three bandmembers waited behind the street corner, watching carefully until they saw their friends head to the coffee shop. Then, they took their dash and headed back into the studio as fast as they could, still trying to look casual enough not to elicit any unneeded suspicions.
The equipment closet was a tiny room right next to the rehearsal room, filled with old out-of-tune guitars and broken amps, any random junk that they hadn’t managed to throw out as they thought they could once still use them. Right now they all wished they had thrown some of it out though, as it was hard to squeeze three people in the midst of all that rubbish. Shinya sat down in tailor seat on one of the biggest amps while Toshiya and Kyo were crouching down in front of it to peek outside. They left the door ajar a couple of inches, since they knew it was pretty common for the door to be slightly open and thus no one would really spare it a second look.
Then they waited. Holding their breaths.
It wasn’t long before they could hear the door creak open, along with some merry chatting that obviously were their two guitarists coming back from their coffee break. Toshiya was trying to crane his neck enough to sneak a peek further into the room and almost tumbled down, out of their hideout, before managing to hold himself back in the nick of time. Cursing under his breath he steadied himself again, curiously looking up again to find out if he now could see their friends. At that moment, Die was standing right beside the slightly worn couch, leaning a little against it with his hip jutted to the side just slightly, grinning at the older guitarist in a way that already made a small shiver go down Toshiya’s spine. That had to mean something.
Soon enough, Kaoru stepped closer and reached out his hands to toy with the hem of the other man’s shirt dreamily, even daring to push his hands underneath the thin fabric to let his fingertips brush over smooth, warm skin. “Finally alone,” he practically purred, his voice holding a tone that none of his friends – except for Die of course – had ever heard before. It was like liquid seduction, that honeyed tone holding so many promises that it seemed almost impossible. One could see how Die shuddered a little already at the words, how they were spoken, along with the soft touches on his abdomen.
“You’ve been waiting for this, eh?” The younger guitarist smirked, and although his voice wasn’t as low as the other one’s, it held a clearly teasing undertone, something cocky that was obviously meant to make Kaoru react in one way or another. “You old perv.” In contrast to his words, Die didn’t even try to get away, didn’t try to push the smaller man away. Instead, his large hands were now resting on the lead guitarist’s hips, pulling him closer almost possessively until their chests were touching, their faces only millimetres away from each other.
“All day.” The answer was merely a breath, a grin ghosting over Kaoru’s lips but he didn’t explain it any further. Why speak when he could as well show what he meant? Leaning in, he brushed his lips over the younger man’s, boldly licking along that lush bottom lip before suddenly, their tongues met outside their mouths. It was playful, teasing, and yet only lasted for mere seconds before Kaoru got too greedy to hold back. He leaned in to kiss the younger guitarist hungrily, possessively, until he was practically devouring his mouth in a way that was bound to leave them both breathless.
At that point Toshiya could hear a gasp from behind himself, as obviously Shinya had caught a glimpse of what was going on as well. Something was poking his ribs at the same time and with a slightly annoyed groan he pushed the vocalist a bit further from himself, lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper. “Stop jamming your elbow into me, Kyo!” A muttered, short apology followed and the small man straightened a bit only to lean close again seconds later to get a better view inside of the room.
Meanwhile, the deep kiss had broken and Kaoru was nibbling on the side of Die’s neck, shamelessly sinking his teeth into the soft, white skin in a way that made the younger man groan out loud, made a whole set of whimpers fall from his lips as an audible proof of how good he felt. Die’s cheeks were flushed, his full lips parted slightly to let shallow breaths through. Their three watchers got so hypnotized by the sight of their kissing friends for a second that only by accident, Kyo happened to glance down. When he did, his gasp showed the right direction to the other two as well; while dotting small kisses and bites on the other guitarist’s neck, Kaoru had managed to work their jeans open and was greedily tugging his pants down to get straight to business obviously.
Another deep kiss was initiated, smacking sounds and low mewls resonating in the air when the two guitarists were getting lost within each other. That was the point when Shinya accidentally tumbled down from his seat on top of the big amp, practically falling on Toshiya’s back and in the process making the bassist curse. For a second they all froze, listening carefully, their hearts beating rapidly as they were terrified they would be found. All they heard was a low, full moan though and with a relieved sigh they decided that they were safe for the time being.
Quickly they had to rearrange themselves inside the small closet so that they could all lean in and look through the gap in the door again, too curious to hold back at this point. They had seen the beginning, they would damn well watch the rest too! Three sets of eyes widened considerably when they witnessed what was going on in the room right next to them; Die was bent over the bass drum, his legs spread wide and his jeans dangling somewhere around his knees, while Kaoru was right behind him and took him in long, deep thrusts. Obviously, contrary to their assumptions, Kaoru was a very vocal lover as full moans were spilling from his lips every time he plunged forward and buried himself deep into that willing body before his. Coevally, the only sounds that left Die were weak, silent whimpers but one didn’t need to hear them to know how much he was enjoying himself as well.
Suddenly Shinya realized something, clapping his hand in front of his mouth to stifle a loud gasp. He leaned forward, bringing his head between Kyo and Toshiya, and there was clear agitation laced in his low voice even though he was whispering. “That’s my drumset! Die’s fucking leaning against my drums!” Obviously it was a far bigger problem for him to see his precious drums get violated than to see his two – up until now – very straight bandmates all over each other in a way that was impossible to chalk up with “this is not how it looks like!” At first the two others just tried to ignore the annoyed drummer, but he didn’t seem to be willing to let go of the topic as he even went on. “If he’s gonna stain the drums I’m gonna shove a drumstick up his ass!”
Kyo tilted his head just slightly, reluctantly tearing his gaze off the delicious scene of the guitarists giving an excellent example of human mating, male on male version. “Shin, judging by this here, he would probably like that.” He pointed out in a dry tone, eliciting a displeased scowl from Shinya and an amused giggle from Toshiya. It only took mere seconds and they all were directing their attention back at the scene before them, only to notice that their friends had obviously switched position for some variety. Kaoru had grabbed Die only to yank him around and push him down on the worn, old couch and jump after him.
Willingly Die parted his legs, holding his breath as he felt the hard flesh of his lover’s arousal press against his rear again, knowing that it would take mere seconds and he would get what he wanted. Even when the older man was already penetrating him again, he didn’t inhale even though his lungs were burning in the desperate need for some oxygen. Little did he know, completely unaware of the three other men who were simultaneously holding their breaths, watching every single movement intensely. It seemed like time stood still,for both, the guitarists lost in pleasure and their three watchers, lost in the scene presented to them.
None of them knew how long it took, how many of those perfectly angled, deep thrusts, and it was all over. Die’s whole body had begun to shudder uncontrollably, the pleasure coursing through him time and time again until his whole world was crushing down on him. His back arched off the worn surface of the couch as he cried out, releasing himself all over the older guitarist’s abdomen, half on his skin and half on the shirt he was still wearing. He took Kaoru with him and with a low grunt, the older man allowed his hips to snap forward a few times still, claiming the other guitarist as his own almost ruthlessly.
Toshiya's mouth dried, as he felt like he was watching the best porn movie he had ever seen in his whole life. He didn’t even notice when he muttered out lowly the few words that were circling in his mind. “He didn’t even touch him…” He couldn’t help but to be amazed about how much the two had actually gotten off of the seen encounter, how well they had seemed to know each other, each other’s likes and how they had just matched. He was only pulled back to reality when he heard Kyo cough next to him, and he turned his head just in time to witness the smaller man pull down his shirt to cover his crotch as if he was trying to hide something.
On the couch, Die and Kaoru had just snuggled up closely to each other and were talking in low voices. Not loud enough for the others to hear a single word though, but the smiles they exchanged spoke books, as much as the small gestures that seemed to come so naturally to them. Kaoru reached out to brush away a sweaty strand of hair from the other man’s face, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. Coevally Die was smiling brightly, practically shining as he was emitting such happiness none of them had ever seen before. He seemed content, at ease, and just completely relaxed. They both did.
Somehow the whole scene made the three men hidden in the closet feel uneasy and they averted their gazes, trying not to look. Although they had shamelessly been watching the whole scenery of the two men fucking each other greedily, they felt like they shouldn’t be seeing this. It was too intimate, too private and somehow they just didn’t feel worth it. There was love in the air, as mushy and clichéd as it sounded.
Turning around Toshiya rested his back against the wall right next to the door, making sure that he was still concealed from the guitarists as he had no intentions in getting caught. He looked up only to see the two others look straight at him, as if asking what they would now do. It only took a second and Kyo even voiced the question, arching an eyebrow. “What now?” That made the bassist chuckle lowly and he shook his head a little bit. “Wait. What else?” Already one look at Kyo showed that he wasn’t that content with the answer though, and one look down at his crotch verified the reason why.
Soon enough, Kyo noticed where his friends were looking and blushed instantly. “I’m not even gay…” he muttered defiantly. It made Toshiya cackle and he tried hard to keep his voice low enough not to attract any unwanted attention. “That’s what they always say, midget,” he snickered, “that’s what they always say.” He wasn’t ashamed to admit that the scene had done the same to him as well, and he would definitely spend a nice, long moment together with his hand once he got back home again. At least he knew now what to fantasize of. Shinya looked definitely flushed too and took a little distance to the two others by shifting back against the amp he had been sitting on earlier.
And they did exactly what Toshiya had said they would. Waited.
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Toshiya has seen something that completely shook his foundation, and when he tells about it to Kyo and Shinya, they simply don’t believe him. So what other choice does he have then, but to prove his words right? He weaves a cunning plan, and before the three even notice they are spying on the two guitarists of their band...
Comments: Written for the second week of the D/K Oktoberfest!
fonulyn: I’m always so iffy nowadays if I can write smut alone, after my better half has totally spoiled me by writing so much with me XD But the idea to this just hit me, and I couldn’t leave it be until I had actually written it! Besides, I wanted to contribute something for the fest as well, so this is what came out of it :) I hope you like, the quite unusual point of view and all XD And a huge thanks to seinen_no for proofreading it for me!And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
”C’mon Toshiya, that’s completely ridiculous.” One could see the disbelief written all over the small vocalist’s features as he kept on staring at his taller bandmate from slightly widened eyes. That was already something way out of the usual as it wasn’t common to see Kyo that startled. The man simply preferred to try keep up a stoic appearance instead of letting everyone know what was going on in his mind at any given time. Shinya was standing right beside him, looking equally surprised, somewhat doubtful on top of that and they both were staring straight at their bassist.
Toshiya let out a slightly frustrated sigh. He was completely convinced of his point, and yet he didn’t seem to manage in making his friends believe what he was saying. “It’s not ridiculous!” He protested instantly, a sweet pout appearing on his delicate lips. “It’s God’s honest truth and you should just believe me! Kaoru and Die are fucking. They’re friggin’ screwing like bunnies and you’re just too blind to see all the signs in the air!” He had seen it, he knew. Or no, he hadn’t really seen it, but he had seen the long glances their two guitarists shared, he had seen the covert touches, had witnessed the way the two understood each other already after half a word. They were doing it, he was certain!
Instantly Shinya shook his head, even dared to roll his eyes as he found this all completely unbelievable. “But Kaoru isn’t even gay! He never indicated in any way that he’d be interested in men. That man’s a pathological boob-watcher for God’s sake!” He grumbled, obviously having hard times adjusting to the new bits of information that his friend had just slapped in his face. Kyo was nodding heftily to every single word he said, obviously agreeing with him fully. What they had just heard was just too unbelievable to be true. Kaoru and Die? C’mon, things like that happened only in poorly written fanfiction and bad porn.
Obviously, Toshiya wasn’t willing to let go of his credibility and he was determined to do just about anything to prove his point to the other two men. “Alright, I’ll prove it.” He nodded firmly, and one could see how a cunning plan was forming in his mind, judging by the small grin that was tugging his lips already. Finally he spoke up though, leaning forward in a conspiratorial manner as if he was sharing the biggest secret of all times with the two other men. “Next Thursday, when we’re supposed to leave the studio, we’ll sneak back in and hide in the equipment closet. Right?” It was common knowledge that on Thursday afternoons the studio was empty except for their guitarists, who – according to their own words – wanted to go through some new ideas for songs in peace.
The suggestion was met with slow, almost hesitant nods as both Kyo and Shinya decided that it wouldn’t hurt if they did that. At least they would then see their two friends just working together, nothing more, and this topic would be settled. There were disturbing images in their minds already due to the bassist’s words, and what would be a better way to get rid of them than to just prove them wrong by witnessing the exact opposite?
So, the next Thursday, they all packed their belongings and said goodbyes to their friends in the exact same way they always did. Kaoru and Die usually went out to get some coffee from the small cafeteria across the street at that point, taking a short break before they would get back to work. Like in an action movie, the other three bandmembers waited behind the street corner, watching carefully until they saw their friends head to the coffee shop. Then, they took their dash and headed back into the studio as fast as they could, still trying to look casual enough not to elicit any unneeded suspicions.
The equipment closet was a tiny room right next to the rehearsal room, filled with old out-of-tune guitars and broken amps, any random junk that they hadn’t managed to throw out as they thought they could once still use them. Right now they all wished they had thrown some of it out though, as it was hard to squeeze three people in the midst of all that rubbish. Shinya sat down in tailor seat on one of the biggest amps while Toshiya and Kyo were crouching down in front of it to peek outside. They left the door ajar a couple of inches, since they knew it was pretty common for the door to be slightly open and thus no one would really spare it a second look.
Then they waited. Holding their breaths.
It wasn’t long before they could hear the door creak open, along with some merry chatting that obviously were their two guitarists coming back from their coffee break. Toshiya was trying to crane his neck enough to sneak a peek further into the room and almost tumbled down, out of their hideout, before managing to hold himself back in the nick of time. Cursing under his breath he steadied himself again, curiously looking up again to find out if he now could see their friends. At that moment, Die was standing right beside the slightly worn couch, leaning a little against it with his hip jutted to the side just slightly, grinning at the older guitarist in a way that already made a small shiver go down Toshiya’s spine. That had to mean something.
Soon enough, Kaoru stepped closer and reached out his hands to toy with the hem of the other man’s shirt dreamily, even daring to push his hands underneath the thin fabric to let his fingertips brush over smooth, warm skin. “Finally alone,” he practically purred, his voice holding a tone that none of his friends – except for Die of course – had ever heard before. It was like liquid seduction, that honeyed tone holding so many promises that it seemed almost impossible. One could see how Die shuddered a little already at the words, how they were spoken, along with the soft touches on his abdomen.
“You’ve been waiting for this, eh?” The younger guitarist smirked, and although his voice wasn’t as low as the other one’s, it held a clearly teasing undertone, something cocky that was obviously meant to make Kaoru react in one way or another. “You old perv.” In contrast to his words, Die didn’t even try to get away, didn’t try to push the smaller man away. Instead, his large hands were now resting on the lead guitarist’s hips, pulling him closer almost possessively until their chests were touching, their faces only millimetres away from each other.
“All day.” The answer was merely a breath, a grin ghosting over Kaoru’s lips but he didn’t explain it any further. Why speak when he could as well show what he meant? Leaning in, he brushed his lips over the younger man’s, boldly licking along that lush bottom lip before suddenly, their tongues met outside their mouths. It was playful, teasing, and yet only lasted for mere seconds before Kaoru got too greedy to hold back. He leaned in to kiss the younger guitarist hungrily, possessively, until he was practically devouring his mouth in a way that was bound to leave them both breathless.
At that point Toshiya could hear a gasp from behind himself, as obviously Shinya had caught a glimpse of what was going on as well. Something was poking his ribs at the same time and with a slightly annoyed groan he pushed the vocalist a bit further from himself, lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper. “Stop jamming your elbow into me, Kyo!” A muttered, short apology followed and the small man straightened a bit only to lean close again seconds later to get a better view inside of the room.
Meanwhile, the deep kiss had broken and Kaoru was nibbling on the side of Die’s neck, shamelessly sinking his teeth into the soft, white skin in a way that made the younger man groan out loud, made a whole set of whimpers fall from his lips as an audible proof of how good he felt. Die’s cheeks were flushed, his full lips parted slightly to let shallow breaths through. Their three watchers got so hypnotized by the sight of their kissing friends for a second that only by accident, Kyo happened to glance down. When he did, his gasp showed the right direction to the other two as well; while dotting small kisses and bites on the other guitarist’s neck, Kaoru had managed to work their jeans open and was greedily tugging his pants down to get straight to business obviously.
Another deep kiss was initiated, smacking sounds and low mewls resonating in the air when the two guitarists were getting lost within each other. That was the point when Shinya accidentally tumbled down from his seat on top of the big amp, practically falling on Toshiya’s back and in the process making the bassist curse. For a second they all froze, listening carefully, their hearts beating rapidly as they were terrified they would be found. All they heard was a low, full moan though and with a relieved sigh they decided that they were safe for the time being.
Quickly they had to rearrange themselves inside the small closet so that they could all lean in and look through the gap in the door again, too curious to hold back at this point. They had seen the beginning, they would damn well watch the rest too! Three sets of eyes widened considerably when they witnessed what was going on in the room right next to them; Die was bent over the bass drum, his legs spread wide and his jeans dangling somewhere around his knees, while Kaoru was right behind him and took him in long, deep thrusts. Obviously, contrary to their assumptions, Kaoru was a very vocal lover as full moans were spilling from his lips every time he plunged forward and buried himself deep into that willing body before his. Coevally, the only sounds that left Die were weak, silent whimpers but one didn’t need to hear them to know how much he was enjoying himself as well.
Suddenly Shinya realized something, clapping his hand in front of his mouth to stifle a loud gasp. He leaned forward, bringing his head between Kyo and Toshiya, and there was clear agitation laced in his low voice even though he was whispering. “That’s my drumset! Die’s fucking leaning against my drums!” Obviously it was a far bigger problem for him to see his precious drums get violated than to see his two – up until now – very straight bandmates all over each other in a way that was impossible to chalk up with “this is not how it looks like!” At first the two others just tried to ignore the annoyed drummer, but he didn’t seem to be willing to let go of the topic as he even went on. “If he’s gonna stain the drums I’m gonna shove a drumstick up his ass!”
Kyo tilted his head just slightly, reluctantly tearing his gaze off the delicious scene of the guitarists giving an excellent example of human mating, male on male version. “Shin, judging by this here, he would probably like that.” He pointed out in a dry tone, eliciting a displeased scowl from Shinya and an amused giggle from Toshiya. It only took mere seconds and they all were directing their attention back at the scene before them, only to notice that their friends had obviously switched position for some variety. Kaoru had grabbed Die only to yank him around and push him down on the worn, old couch and jump after him.
Willingly Die parted his legs, holding his breath as he felt the hard flesh of his lover’s arousal press against his rear again, knowing that it would take mere seconds and he would get what he wanted. Even when the older man was already penetrating him again, he didn’t inhale even though his lungs were burning in the desperate need for some oxygen. Little did he know, completely unaware of the three other men who were simultaneously holding their breaths, watching every single movement intensely. It seemed like time stood still,for both, the guitarists lost in pleasure and their three watchers, lost in the scene presented to them.
None of them knew how long it took, how many of those perfectly angled, deep thrusts, and it was all over. Die’s whole body had begun to shudder uncontrollably, the pleasure coursing through him time and time again until his whole world was crushing down on him. His back arched off the worn surface of the couch as he cried out, releasing himself all over the older guitarist’s abdomen, half on his skin and half on the shirt he was still wearing. He took Kaoru with him and with a low grunt, the older man allowed his hips to snap forward a few times still, claiming the other guitarist as his own almost ruthlessly.
Toshiya's mouth dried, as he felt like he was watching the best porn movie he had ever seen in his whole life. He didn’t even notice when he muttered out lowly the few words that were circling in his mind. “He didn’t even touch him…” He couldn’t help but to be amazed about how much the two had actually gotten off of the seen encounter, how well they had seemed to know each other, each other’s likes and how they had just matched. He was only pulled back to reality when he heard Kyo cough next to him, and he turned his head just in time to witness the smaller man pull down his shirt to cover his crotch as if he was trying to hide something.
On the couch, Die and Kaoru had just snuggled up closely to each other and were talking in low voices. Not loud enough for the others to hear a single word though, but the smiles they exchanged spoke books, as much as the small gestures that seemed to come so naturally to them. Kaoru reached out to brush away a sweaty strand of hair from the other man’s face, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. Coevally Die was smiling brightly, practically shining as he was emitting such happiness none of them had ever seen before. He seemed content, at ease, and just completely relaxed. They both did.
Somehow the whole scene made the three men hidden in the closet feel uneasy and they averted their gazes, trying not to look. Although they had shamelessly been watching the whole scenery of the two men fucking each other greedily, they felt like they shouldn’t be seeing this. It was too intimate, too private and somehow they just didn’t feel worth it. There was love in the air, as mushy and clichéd as it sounded.
Turning around Toshiya rested his back against the wall right next to the door, making sure that he was still concealed from the guitarists as he had no intentions in getting caught. He looked up only to see the two others look straight at him, as if asking what they would now do. It only took a second and Kyo even voiced the question, arching an eyebrow. “What now?” That made the bassist chuckle lowly and he shook his head a little bit. “Wait. What else?” Already one look at Kyo showed that he wasn’t that content with the answer though, and one look down at his crotch verified the reason why.
Soon enough, Kyo noticed where his friends were looking and blushed instantly. “I’m not even gay…” he muttered defiantly. It made Toshiya cackle and he tried hard to keep his voice low enough not to attract any unwanted attention. “That’s what they always say, midget,” he snickered, “that’s what they always say.” He wasn’t ashamed to admit that the scene had done the same to him as well, and he would definitely spend a nice, long moment together with his hand once he got back home again. At least he knew now what to fantasize of. Shinya looked definitely flushed too and took a little distance to the two others by shifting back against the amp he had been sitting on earlier.
And they did exactly what Toshiya had said they would. Waited.