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Reminisce	By : SujiChan Category: > Die/Shinya Views: 1271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Reminisce.
- 1
Acceptance.

How the hell had he gathered so much shit when he was hardly home?

Andou Daisuke ~~ known as Die to Dir en grey fans and to band members ~~ stared at the closet stuffed so full of boxes and bags that it threatened to burst, taking a few walls down with it. In his hands were a box and a few more bags, all things he’d gotten while on the latest tour.

“Shit.” He put the box and bags on his futon, and went back to the closet. Irritation gnawed at him, making him grit his teeth and run an angry hand through his red and black hair. “Shit!” he repeated, his hand falling from his hair. Nothing else for it: he had to empty out the closet and sort through his stuff. That or move to a bigger place.

He began to remove bags and boxes, placing them all around him on the floor. When the closet was empty he knelt on the floor, and reached for the nearest box. Lifting the lid he reached inside, and pulled a handful of papers out. As he began to scan them quickly to see what was worth keeping a photo slipped out of the handful, and he reached for it, but paused before he did.

Big hair, bad makeup, and tattered looking clothes. My God, did they really look that scary? He couldn’t help but grin, though, as he let his dark eyes pass over each of the members in turn, his gaze stopping on one face in particular. Shinya.

He remembered when he’d first set eyes on Shinya. His makeup applied so well, his movements and demeanor so feminine that Die had felt his heart trip over itself. He had honestly believed that Shinya was a young woman. The drummer always looked so delicate, and so classy! Die would watch him for long minutes: the way he moved, the shy tilt of his head when he was curious of something but wouldn’t speak up, the way he would hide his smile behind a hand ~~ which geishas of the past did ~~ and that tiny curl of one corner of his lips that would impishly appear just before a full-fledged smile that would be hidden behind a graceful hand. Oh yes, he’d watched Shinya often.

And then, after noticing that Die appeared taken with the delicate drummer, Kyo had taken him aside and announced to him, “you do know that Shinya-san is a male?”

“Of course!” Die scoffed, feeling a flush start to creep up and warm his cheeks. “I was just… a little freaked out that a guy can look that girlish!”

Talk about feeling like a stupid idiot! “Baka,” he whispered, finally picking up the photograph and putting it aside.

After clearing some of the things in that box he found a pen and labeled the box LA:SADIES. He grabbed a bag, and dumped the contents to go through it. Oh! He’d forgotten that he’d bought that silver chain in Germany! He also found other little souvenirs like postcards, a take-out menu from some restaurant, a few coins, and more photos. He smiled as he looked through them. One had he, Shinya and Kyo posing in front of some statue. Kyo, as usual, stood a little apart from them, but he and Shinya stood close to each other.

He paused. How many times had he and Shinya stood that close for photos? He went through all the other bags and boxes to pull out photos, and looked. He found some magazines, and searched in those. It was right there, visible for anyone to see. More times than not, if both he and Shinya were in the same shot, they were close together. In some they were even hugging!

The years he’d spent teasing and tormenting Shinya. Was that his way of showing affection when he couldn’t say it out loud that he… What? Cared? Sure, he cared for all the members of Dir en grey. They were his family. They were his best friends. They… were nothing like Shinya.

“Shit,” he groaned, both hands lifting and running tiredly over his face and up into his hair. He’d been in denial. His crush had never gone away. He hadn’t squashed it down to nothing like he had hoped to do. He hadn’t killed it, or let it go away. No, as the years had gone by he’d pretended it was nothing more than friendship when all the little signs had been there if he’d been willing to see them.

Standing close together in photos, hugging when happy, teasing Shinya about how beautiful he was, the first there to comfort the drummer if someone’s teasing or tormenting hurt his feelings… And if he truly admitted it there was that one night when they’d been drunk and he’d said it was only fan service, but he’d kissed the blonde male. Soft but lingering, he still remembered how Shinya’s full lips had felt and tasted, and now he admitted that it wasn’t fan service, though it had been a good excuse to kiss the man.

Surrounded by the memories of the past he realized he’d never gone through the boxes and bags because he hadn’t wanted to face the truth. He’d hidden his feelings for Shinya like he’d packed away the physical evidence: photos and other memorabilia of his time with the drummer and band. But now he’d gone through them, and it was likened to opening Pandora’s box. He sat there, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions that had broken free of his restraints.

Hands letting go of his hair, his arms dropped, and he shut his almond shaped dark eyes, head falling back. He swallowed convulsively, and for a moment was deafened by the fearful pounding of his heart.

His crush on Shinya hadn’t died. It had mutated to love. He loved Shinya. No, he was in love with Shinya.

“Shit!” he whispered in a half-groan/half growl.

Declaration

The dull thud of something falling made Die pause from putting a bag back into the closet so he could glance down and see what it was. A book. He put the bag onto a shelf, and turned to pick up the book, and cursed when something fluttered out of it onto the floor. Bending over again he picked it up, believing it to be a bookmark, and now he’d never find where he’d been in the book since it was obviously a few years old and he had no idea what he’d read so far!

About to shove it in anywhere in the book so he could put it away he saw Shinya’s face, and he blinked. “What the hell?” He had a Shinya bookmark? That was taking a crush a little too far.

But it wasn’t a bookmark. It was a string of four photo booth photos. And Shinya was not alone. Die moved to the futon, falling on the unrolled mattress, and staring at the photos. When the hell had they taken these? And just how fucking drunk had they been?

Running a hand through his black and red hair, Die blinked, wracking his brain to figure out where and when these photos had been taken. “You’d think I’d remember taking photos like these!” he mumbled, shaking his head. Flipping the strip he looked for a date, but there was none.

SAD’s Porno Star, ting-y and loud, sounded, startling the guitarist and making him scramble for his cell phone. Flipping it open he put it to his ear. “Mushi mushi?”

It was Shinya, and Die was startled at the rush of heat that hearing the drummer’s soft voice gave him. Clearing his throat he avoided looking at the photos so he could concentrate on the conversation, brief as it would be since Shinya didn’t like to talk. “Do you know where Kaoru is?”

“No. Tried his cell?” Shinya! Shinya, I want to tell you something, but I… can’t say it. I can’t even say it out loud right now.

“Many times. He’s not answering.”

“Why do you need to talk to him?” Jealousy stabbed at him. You should want to talk to me! Not Kaoru, but me! Dammit, why don’t you want me?

“He wants to work on my drum beats and his riffs. Oh well. Were you busy?’

Die blinked, startled Shinya was making small talk, and shrugged. “Iie, I found tons of stuff I got from past tours, and I have to go through it…” A sudden grin appeared on his lips. “Are you busy? Why don’t you come help me? I have ice cream,” he tempted, knowing it was one of Shinya’s weaknesses.

Shinya chuckled. “Hai, Miyu and I will be there soon.”

Within a half hour Shinya was at the door, and Die beamed and let him in. Miyu, the drummer’s Teacup Chihuahua, poked her tiny head out from the cover of Shinya’s jacket. As Shinya began to unzip his leather jacket Die reached inside it to take the small dog, and his hands brushed against the drummer’s chest in the process. For a brief moment his dark eyes met Shinya’s, and he moistened his lips.

“Shinya, I… I’ll get the ice cream.” He turned to go into the kitchen, but felt a hand on his shoulder, and he inhaled sharply, warmth spreading through him from where Shinya’s hand rested on him.

Shinya gave that tiny upturned curl of one corner of his lips. “You still have Miyu.”

Die glanced down at the dog in his hands, and nodded. “I know.” He handed the dog over, and hurried into the kitchen. Okay, that was so not a smooth moment! What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve known him years, and suddenly I’m a baka?

Shinya was in the doorway, watching Die turn around in circles as though lost. Frowning he set Miyu down on the floor, and went to Die just as that one got two bowls down from the cupboard. “What’s wrong?” he softly asked, worried now.

Die flushed. “Umm, nothing, nothing… I…” He dropped one of the spoons he’d just taken out of a drawer. Cursing he crouched to pick it up, and paused when Shinya’s hand reached for it at the same time as his. Their fingers touched, and Shinya flushed and started to draw his back, but Die caught the hand in his. “Shinya, I…”

He was usually the talkative one, the one who loved attention and was the life of the party, but right now he felt like a kid with his first crush. He was so unsure. All he could do was look into Shinya’s eyes, and want to pull the drummer near. He suddenly reached into a back pocket of his denims, and pulled out the string of photos. “I found these.”

Shinya arched a brow, hesitating a moment, but then took the photos. He tore his gaze from Die’s and lowered it to the bookmark-sized pictures. His eyes widened, and he stared at them, mouth falling slightly open. In one of the tiny pictures he sat on Die’s lap, both of them smiling at the camera, and their heads very close together. In the second one they were looking at each other, faces so near their lips almost touched, and Die had one hand tangled in the drummer’s hair. In the third you could see their tongues touching, their lips not quite touching, and Shinya had a hand gripping Die’s tee shirt at the shoulder to hold him close. In the last one they were kissing deeply with their arms tight about each other.

Die nodded. “So you don’t remember it either, do you?”

“Oh, I remember it,” Shinya whispered, not looking up. “I remember it clearly. You’d been drinking, and saw the booth, and dragged me inside it.”

Die’s heart sped up, and he stared at Shinya, his eyes wide. “You remember? Why didn’t you stop me?”

Shinya finally looked up, a small sad smile on his lips. “You wanted me.”

It was like a kick in the gut. He couldn’t breathe. “Shinya…”

The drummer blushed, and shrugged, and wouldn’t look up. “I knew you’d forget, and you did. But it’s okay…”

He exhaled suddenly, and reached out to grab his friend and band mate by the shoulders. “No, it’s not okay. Shinya…” The words got caught in his throat, and he cursed softly, trying again, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Consummation

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Shinya stared at the guitarist, unblinking, those words echoing over and over again in his head, but not quite sinking in yet. When they did his heart halted, and then suddenly started up at a speed that made him inhale sharply and exhale in a loud hiss. Could Die hear his heart pounding against his ribcage as though it were trying to break free?

Die’s nostrils flared, and his lips parted slightly as he breathed harder, fear now making his heart beat madly in his chest. “Shinya?” he hesitantly ventured.

It was all there in those amazing dark eyes; worry, fear, and hope. Shinya, usually so quiet that many thought him extremely shy, reached up with the hand not holding the strip of photos, caught Die by the shirt, and yanked him near. His mouth crushed Die’s in his enthusiasm, pressing Die’s lips hard against his teeth.

Die grunted, the mild taste of blood from his lip getting cut against his teeth metallic in his mouth, but he didn’t care. He didn’t give a shit! Shinya could have broken his teeth in the process, and he wouldn’t have cared. All he cared about was the drummer’s acceptance, and it certainly looked like he accepted. If Shinya didn’t accept he was doing a damn good job of confusing the shit out of him!

Die broke for air, but didn’t move away. He kept their faces close to each other. “So, not interested?” he teased.

Shinya’s fist at the guitarist’s shirt pushed into the hard chest beneath the material. “I’ve been interested for years. You’re the one who was baka. What changed?” he asked, enjoying how Die’s warm breath stroked over his lips.

“Going through all that stuff, I started to remember those days, and I kept seeing photos of us. I noticed how often we stood close together, or hugged. Then I found those photo-booth ones, and I realized that I’d been trying too hard to make myself believe I’d gotten over my crush when all this time it hadn’t gone away, it grew.”

A bright smile lit up Shinya’s face. “Took you long enough. I think everyone knew years ago, but no one wanted to tell you ‘cause you were so damn touchy about it. Hell, even the fans knew!”

Die winced. Shinya was right. The fans had been estimating, supposing and commenting on it for years! And yet he, himself, had vehemently denied it… mostly to himself, and without any real success. All the little signs had been there; when he’d pose so near to Shinya, hugging him any chance he could so he could hold him, and teasing and tormenting him just so he could focus all his attention on the drummer and have said drummer’s attention on him. And then there was being drunk and making out with Shinya in a photo-booth. Alcohol had obviously loosened up his inhibitions enough that he’d let his…

“Shinya, did we ever have sex?” Die felt like shit asking, admitting he didn’t remember, but if he and Shinya had done things…

Shinya flushed, one shoulder lifting in a small shrug. “Depends on how you look at it.”

Depends…? What the hell? “Shinya, either we did or we didn’t. There’s no middle…”

“We kissed and jacked each other off.” Shinya was blushing even more now. “Umm, in the men’s room.”

Die felt the heat rising in his face, and knew he was blushing. “Oh.” Okay, that was kinda, er… yeah. But it made images flash in his head; hot kisses with Shinya, undoing the drummer’s pants, and pushing a hand in to stroke at a hard cock… His breathing sped up when he envisioned how Shinya would look during orgasm, and he hissed out a sharp exhalation, trembling. Buddha, he wished he could remember that night!

Gaze roaming over Shinya’s face he imagined those full lips moist and parted in a silent moan. He imagined those flirtatious eyes heavy lidded, so dark they’d be nearly black, and glazed with lust. He imagined that face flushed with pleasure, and warm to the touch of his lips. He imagined those long-fingered hands reaching for him, and clinging to him so he wouldn’t stop whatever he was doing. He imagined that slim body nude and bathed in the golden glow of low light, dips and hollows shadowed mysteriously, arching in pleasure.

“Die?” Shinya was startled to see the guitarist’s eyes glaze over. He shook the man slightly. “Die, what’s wrong? Does that disgust you?” He hoped not. Truth be known? He was kind of hoping they’d do something similar again. Just the thought of it had him getting hard.

Die blinked, shaken out of his reverie. “What? No! I’m not disgusted, I’m just, well, trying to picture it.”

Shinya flushed, and one corner of his lips lifted slightly. “Why imagine when it could happen for real?”

Die’s heart almost burst through his chest. His nostrils flared, and he felt the heat of lust rising in his face to make it flushed. Buddha, had Shinya seriously offered to be sexual with him? He could feel the blood pounding through him, all headed south, and his denims were starting to feel a little uncomfortable!

Shinya chuckled, dropping the string of photos and reaching up to shut Die’s mouth, which had fallen open in surprise. “It’s not like we haven’t done it before,” he teased.

“Yeah, but I’m embarrassed to say I don’t remember it!” Die hoped that wouldn’t hurt Shinya. He knew he’d probably be damn upset to learn the person he’d screwed around with didn’t remember screwing around!

Shinya sighed, and held back a grin. “I remember. You pushed me into a stall, and up against the door. You started to kiss me, and you put a hand down between my legs. You rubbed me, and then you undid my pants and put your hand in.”

Buddha, the visions those words were causing! If Shinya kept this up he’d burst a seam in his denims! “I think I get…”

“You whispered in my ear to undo your pants and touch you,” Shinya went on as though the other male had never spoken. “I did. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever done, being in that stall with you. It didn’t take us long to come.”

Hearing quiet Shinya say words like ‘come’ was having one hell of an effect on Die. He put a hand on Shinya’s mouth, stopping him. “If you keep talking like that I’m gonna come right now.”

Shinya’s eyes dropped, and he arched a brow as he removed Die’s hand. He was blatantly looking at the guitarist’s crotch area. “You have to work on your stamina.”

Die choked at that. “I have stamina, it’s just… When the hell did you get so, umm, naughty?”

“Always been,” the blond drummer shrugged. “You just never noticed.” He tilted his head slightly, and arched a brow. “Die?”

“Hmm?” The guitarist loved it when Shinya did that, it made him look so cute. He reached up a hand, fingers combing the long blond bangs from those pretty eyes. “Yes?”

“Are we going to stay down here all day, or go upstairs to your room?”

Shinya looked cute when he said it, but he sounded downright seductive! “My room?”

The drummer knew what Die was thinking, so instead he said, “Hai, you wanted to go through some stuff you found?” He blinked, eyes innocently wide, and yet there was a mischievous glow in them.

What? Go through…then he saw the glint, and he laughed. “Come on.” Rising he held a hand out to help Shinya up.

Shinya took the hand and got to his feet. “Wait. I won’t go up there and later on you break my heart. Not again.”

Die’s lips curled into a soft smile. “I admit I think I love you, and you can think I’d hurt you?”

“You were positive you wanted me, and you hurt me. Now you’re not sure if you love me.”

Shit, he had a point there. He nodded, and sighed heavily. “Honestly? There’s more chance of you hurting me. I bared my heart, and you could break it. All you’d have to do is tell me to fuck off and walk out, and I’d be broken.”

The vulnerability was there on Die’s face, and Shinya reached up with both hands and smoothed his fingertips over the older male’s brow and down to his jaw. “Just tell me we’re a couple. Just tell me you’re mine and I’ll tell you I’m yours.”

“I’m yours,” Die whispered, his lashes falling at the gentle touch, and his lips parting on a happy sigh. “Shinya, I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours,” Shinya whispered back. He’d noticed, over the years, that though Die was a typical Sagittarian who was the life of the party, could be loud, playful, and sometimes even cruel, he was also often shy and emotional. “Now take me to your room and touch me again!”

A hot shiver tickled down Die’s spine, and he took Shinya’s hand in his and led him out of the kitchen, through the small hallway to the stairs, and up to his bedroom. He hadn’t finished going through the boxes and bags, and he went to the bed and began to push stuff off his futon. When it was cleaned off he stared at the mattress, wishing right now that he had a few beers inside him to make this a little easier.

Shinya giggled, and Die looked over to find him holding a photo. “What are you looking at?” he asked, wondering why the drummer was so amused.

Shinya neared, turning the photo around to show Die. “This.”

Die scowled. It was himself, covered in makeup and hair clips and even some damn chopsticks! Toshiya had had some fun while Die slept. He took the photo and tossed it away with one hand while the other grabbed Shinya by the waist of his denims and yanked him down to the futon. When the blond man sprawled onto the mattress he rolled them so he lay over the drummer.

Shinya’s eyes glowed, and one corner of his lips was quirked up in a small grin. He always did love it when Die got a little forceful. His arms wrapped around the older male. “Do you know who took the photo?”

“Fuck the photo,” Die growled. Buddha, it felt so damn good to have Shinya under him! It felt… right.

One delicately arched brow lifted. Shinya opened his mouth to make a comment, but it was quickly covered by Die’s mouth. A small sound of pleasure sighed off his lips and into the guitarist’s mouth. A knee insinuated itself between his legs, and a nice thick thigh sank between his, pressing up against his crotch. Shinya moaned softly, hands sliding up Die’s back, and hips lifting so he could push himself closer to the other male.

He’d never admitted it to anyone, but Shinya had often daydreamed, recalling that time in the photo-booth, and in the bathroom stall. He would try hard to remember exactly how Die had sounded, smelled, felt, and looked. He wanted every minute detail so it was almost real again! So he could feel it again. Sometimes his lips would tingle, or his skin warm as though Die was there, kissing and touching him. Sometimes it felt so real ~~ especially in the dark of night when he lay abed alone ~~ that he would find his hand stroking himself, and his breathing filling the room, and he would whisper Die’s name with so much yearning that it would almost hurt his heart!

“Shinya,” Die whispered, inhaling the scent of the other male’s skin as he nuzzled the jaw’s line and down the neck to the crook where it met the shoulder. Clean, warm, male, and with a light spicy under-note that made him inhale deeply and then lick at the smooth skin and taste it.

Shinya made a mewling little sound of pleasure, his face turning away to give more access to his neck, and Die did not disappoint. Sharp teeth scraped along the column of his throat, not too roughly but enough to make him gasp and clutch a little tighter to Die’s back. Where the teeth had scored now a wet tongue soothed, slithering over his skin and up to his ear where it toyed with the lobe and then dipped into the shell. Hot breath fanned over that now damp ear, and made Shinya moan and tremble.

Shinya was so responsive! The lightest touch, and the drummer was shifting restlessly and making all these sexy little sounds that just turned Die on even more! With even more eagerness he nibbled his way down to the sensitive skin just beneath and slightly behind the ear, and Shinya moaned, his nails digging into Die’s back. The guitarist lifted up some, and settled his weight on one elbow.

Shinya blinked, and looked up quickly. “Where are you going?” Oh, God, don’t stop now!

“Nowhere,” Die assured, smiling softly down at the drummer. His free hand went to the buttons on Shinya’s shirt, and began to slip them through the holes, parting the material as he went, and making certain the backs of his fingers brushed the man’s skin. When he got low enough, just below the breastbone, he dipped his head and brushed butterfly soft kisses over Shinya’s chest.

Mmmmmmm, oh, that was nice! Shinya thought, settling back and shutting his eyes to enjoy the sensations. His belly fluttered when Die’s fingers brushed over it, and he lifted his head slightly and opened his eyes just in time to see Die’s tongue sweep over his underbelly and then up his side and over to one nipple. A gasp escaped him to feel Die’s teeth catch at the nipple and tug on it gently until it was protruding like a hard pebble before flicking at it with the tip of his tongue and suckling upon it.

Die moved to the other nipple, doing the same thing to it, and listened to Shinya moan and breathe hard. He nipped tenderly the drummer’s soft skin all the way down to his belly. It fluttered, and he licked at it before blowing softly on the moistened skin. Long fingers tangled in Die’s black and red hair, and slim hips arched up. Die turned his gaze downward, and could clearly make out a rather obvious bulging in the man’s pants. He kept his gaze on it as he gave nibbling little kisses to the underside of Shinya’s belly, near the waist of his pants, and as the drummer gasped and jerked slightly a gap appeared between material and Shinya’s body, and the heady scent of aroused male drew Die like a magnet.

Die hurriedly pulled on the button of the pants, undoing it, and then pulled the zipper down. He found white underwear, the material damp, and without any hesitation he lightly touched a fingertip to the moist spot. In response Shinya gasped aloud and his hips shot up hard. He slid that fingertip up to the waist of the underwear, and burrowed beneath it, stroking over hot skin on his quest to find the head of Shinya’s cock. He found it, and Shinya cried out, panting loudly.

“Die!” Oh please, please touch me! Stroke me! Rub me! He trembled, and released Die’s hair so he could grasp his pants at the waist and start to push them below his hips. He wanted to be bared. He wanted Die to have access to all of him. He wanted to feel himself gripped in Die’s hand. Wanted…

Die helped push the pants and underwear to Shinya’s knees, and stared at the erection that jutted proudly from a nest of dark silky curls. Damn! Who would have believed that skinny-assed Shinya was so endowed? With his cheek resting on the drummer’s belly he watched himself reach over and palm the heated length of hard cock. The belly beneath him tightened, and Shinya groaned loudly. Die knew how he, himself, liked to be touched, and he used that to pleasure Shinya.

Long slow strokes from balls to head, short hard and quick ones from just below the head to the tip, and long quick ones from base to just below the head ending with his thumb stroking over the head, and he watched as Shinya’s hips pumped and pre-cum leaked copiously from the bulbous head.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, Gooooooooooooooooood! Shinya tugged at Die’s teeshirt. “Die, Die!” He wanted Die’s pants off. He wanted to give the man as much pleasure as he was getting.

Die shifted, and looked up at the blond. “Hmm? Am I hurting you?”

Shaking his head, Shinya tugged some more. “I want to touch you too.”

Damn, did Shinya know how hot he sounded right now? Not because of what he said, but because of how deep and breathless his voice was! Kneeling back he would have started to undo his denims, but a rather impatient Shinya sat up and was working at undoing them himself. Die let him, watching those delicately long fingers ~~ on hands he knew were strong ~~ open the denims and slip inside his boxers to find his erection. His nostrils flared, he moaned, and his eyes fell shut as his head dropped back onto his shoulders.

Chewing on his bottom lip a little, Shinya stroked the rigid length, but couldn’t get his hand around it. He mumbled a soft curse and started to push Die’s denims and boxers down lower. Die was thick, and dark. Shinya wrapped his hand around it, and used the pad of his thumb to stroke just beneath the head where it was so sensitive.

Die forced his head forward, and brought his mouth onto Shinya’s. They stayed that way a long while, kissing wetly and stroking each other. Die pulled away slightly, and tore his tee shirt up over his head, letting it land wherever it did, and pulled Shinya tightly to him so bare chest touched bare chest. But that close meant that bare cock touched bare cock, and with a loud moan of lust Die pushed Shinya back and lay over him. When he started to pump against the drummer he felt legs wrap around his thighs and hold him close, and hips thrust to meet his every rub.

Fingernails raked at his back, and he moaned deep into Shinya’s mouth, tongue sweeping in and teasing. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and the scent of aroused males. Shinya broke the kiss, and trembled. “Die! I’m…” He never finished. Instead he arched up and hoarsely cried out.

Die felt the hard jerking of Shinya’s hips banging up against his, and the hot spurt of his come against the underside of his belly. He watched the drummer’s eyes dilate and almost roll back into his head before they shut, and his kiss swollen moist lips fall open as he cried out. It did Die in, and his back bowed as he ground himself against the other male, shuddering as he came.

It was several minutes later when he was able to lift his weight slightly off Shinya, bracing himself on his arms, and stared down at the blond male. “Are you okay?”

A bright smile lit the drummer’s face. “Perfect.”

Die flushed, and kissed the man softly. “I hope you plan to stay the night.”

“Depends,” Shinya teased. “How much stamina you got?”

He couldn’t help it, he laughed. “Enough to satisfy you.” He shifted, grimaced, and then blushed some more. “Umm, let’s go wash up.” Maybe, before the night was over, they wouldn’t have so much mess to clean up. Maybe by then they’d be doing more than just touching each other.

“I’m going to make sure you keep that promise,” Shinya whispered with a heated look in his eyes.

THE END.
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