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Watching Aie sing a tune with a guitar in his lap felt like witnessing some kind of magic. Instead of the doorway to a room with the walls all covered in marker scrawlings, it felt like the portal to a fairy realm where the heavenly sound drew you in to some dangerously beautiful other dimension.
Yuki leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't dressed up today, wearing shorts with his oversized shirt, white socks with black loafers, and the usual earrings. He didn't think he looked like anything special, and neither did the other man at first glance.
But hearing Aie’s voice made him seem like an angel. His hair was pulled back beneath the usual bandana and a backwards baseball cap, one earring shining, his eyes downcast with pretty lashes while his fingers danced over the guitar strings. The tone of his voice was so… pretty was probably the word. Yuki could feel something honest in the way he sang, a genuine passion that came through as raw, grab-your-heart, sparkling like ocean waves emotion.
He was startled when Aie seemed to sense his presence and went on singing. Aie changed up the lyrics, getting silly with it, narrating the scene that Yuki the bassist was standing there, and watching him sing, and his legs were very smooth.
The bassist glanced down at his own legs below the hem of his shorts. Yeah they were smooth, and what about it? He worked hard on leg day, not to mention the days for the rest of his physique. Why not show it off?
Aie strummed the last chord and flashed him a smile, eyes shining, brow raised beneath his bandana. The cute little mole that marked the skin beneath his eye was so charming when he smiled.
Yuki kept his voice calm and measured.
“You like my legs?” he asked, and Aie laughed out loud, honest and unfiltered. He seemed to get a lot of joy from that.
“You have great legs,” Aie answered, slim hand resting casually on the guitar. His arms were on display, lanky with slim muscles and an ornate tattoo. Maybe the guy forgot to eat enough for any kind of bulk when he was busy delving into compositions or practicing his craft late into the night. Or busy out drinking, who could say.
“You have a great voice,” Yuki offered in return.
“You think so?” Aie asked him. “I should be in a band or something. Ever thought about that?” He laughed too loudly, joy overtaking his features. The pure joy leaked into Yuki's consciousness, making his lips start to curve at the corners.
He finally stepped closer, pulling the door mostly shut behind him before he went to take a seat on the couch beside his bandmate. That lasted only a moment before Aie was up to put away the guitar.
“Don't let me interrupt,” Yuki told him.
“Who's interrupting? I was just finishing up.” Aie set the instrument reverently inside its case. “What are you up to tonight?”
“Tonight?” said Yuki, checking his watch. It was still very much afternoon. He made himself comfortable on the old couch, legs spread apart, head sinking into the worn headrest. He could swear that Aie glimpsed his legs again before he clicked down the latches to secure the guitar. What, did the guy have some kind of foot fetish? Did Yuki's legs really look that good in his loafers and plain white socks?
“Got any plans?” said Aie, giving him another type of smile, flirty and hopeful. Maybe he just wanted a drink.
“Do you want to get a drink?” Yuki offered while Aie took a seat on the couch with him again.
“Hell yeah I do.” Aie crossed his legs, then decided against it. Maybe some dose of awkward mannerisms was part of his charm. “You need it?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Yuki crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at the question.
Aie laughed freely. “Like, do you need to relax? How's your head, how's your vibe going on today?”
Yuki was fascinated by him sometimes. “The vibe is alright, I think. I'm a little tired.” All the recent new release preparations had taken something out of him.
Aie nodded emphatically. “Give me your feet,” he said, gesturing for exactly that.
“Sorry?”
“Come on.” He gestured again.
So Yuki slipped his shoes off his feet, shifting to place both legs across Aie's lap. He flinched when he felt the guitarist put both hands on his ankles, starting a massage with gentle but confident thumb strokes.
Yuki let his head tip back, sighing and accepting the unusual offer.
“That feels good.” The touch was so relaxing, and it was freeing some tension he didn't know he had.
“Yeah? Alright, if I go too hard, just let me know.” Aie carefully gave each limb attention, kneading the sole with his knuckles through the cotton of his sock, even stroking up his ankle to massage the meat of his calf.
“Oh, that feels amazing.” Yuki felt himself furrowing his brow, eyes shut as his head tipped forward. He opened his eyes to see Aie watching him so intently it was almost suspicious. Aie seemed to have a slight pinkish blush across his cheeks while he kneaded the flesh of his leg against his palm, lidded eyes all dreamy and lips slightly parted.
Somehow in that moment, Yuki got the feeling that Aie wouldn't mind if the bassist lunged forward and took his face in hand, fingertips brushing the fuzz of his sideburn, tongue slipping into his mouth to give him tender, hot kisses. Maybe it was just his vibe.
But Yuki thought he needed a drink in his belly before he tried any of that. He was feeling pretty strongly that the other man would actually be into it, but even guys you met in different decades could be hard to read when you had to maintain a professional distance. There with Aie's slender fingers slipping his sock down his ankle, it felt a bit too intimate for comfort.
Not that it was uncomfortable, really. The main point of discomfort was trying not to start getting hard in his shorts.
Aie was touching him so tenderly. Yuki shut his eyes again, taking in the physical sensation of the calloused hand massaging his bare ankle. He didn't say a thing about it, but he did get a semi in his pants. The touch was just so nice, relaxing and exciting at once, firm and confident and still so restrained.
Aie must have noticed when he got so quiet. “How's that?” he asked softly.
Yuki was trying to control his own reaction. “Feels great,” he answered. I'm getting hard about it. Do you want to make out? He didn't say that part.
“Alright, cool. Glad I could do it for you.” Aie pulled the socks back into place, placing them carefully and smoothing a warm hand over the cotton when he was done.
“You got a foot fetish or something?” Yuki asked him, and Aie laughed out loud.
“No,” he insisted. “Just giving you a hand. What’s your fetish?”
Yuki didn't expect the question, but it was like Aie couldn't give up the chance to ask, even with his bandmate’s legs still draped across his lap.
“Really into holding hands,” Yuki answered.
That made him laugh. “Damn, I knew you'd be into some freaky shit.” Aie’s joyful smile was like sunlight, beaming straight at him. “I bet you like neck kisses, too.”
Was he thinking about that? Did Aie want to try it out, pulling him close and kissing his neck while he grabbed him in his shorts, kneading with a firm and confident hand…
“You got me,” said Yuki, joining his laughter. “What are you into? I mean what's your fetish, really?”
Aie thought about it, stroking his chin as though for deliberate effect. “Boobs,” he concluded, laughing to himself way more than necessary. “I do like legs though, I honestly do.”
Did he know that he was stroking Yuki's leg so sweetly while he said it?
The bar they wandered into was small, and the drinks were strong. The temperature kept rising as the two men finished their first drink each, and Aie got all flushed cutely pink in the face. He had put on a shirt over his tank top before they left, and he rolled up the sleeves, fanning himself. He caught the barkeep's eye just as casually, waving her over to ask for another round of drinks. Yuki opened his mouth to speak, but Aie had already ordered him a highball of his choice.
“You'll like it,” he insisted. “They make their own umeshu in-house.” Aie stretched his arms up toward the ceiling then, so far that it even made his tank top lift to show a sliver of skin above the waist of his pants. He pulled it back into place, smiling at Yuki, who felt like he was still being flirted with. Maybe it was only his imagination. “You busy after this?” Aie asked him.
After drinks at the bar? “No,” he replied.
“You want to be?”
“Got a job for me to do?” Yuki asked him.
“I'm sure I could find something to keep your hands busy.” Aie sat back, nearly falling off his seat before he settled with his arms crossed.
“Don't fall off.”
Aie laughed at that with unfiltered joy. “I'm good. Not that tipsy yet, you know.” He touched Yuki's arm while he laughed about it. Leaned right in, and touched his arm… so unnecessarily.
Something was telling Yuki that this man really wanted him, like so fucking bad.
Was he making it up? Was Aie just that friendly?
Their drinks arrived, and Yuki took the first sip. The flavor was pleasantly fruity, and floral like honey, but not too sweet.
“Delicious.” Yuki nodded, giving the verdict.
Aie was staring back at him as though he was thinking: you're delicious. His body was turned toward Yuki as though they were the only two people in the bar (which wasn't far off, it didn't seat too many.)
Then Aie took his hand beneath the counter. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice.
“Am I reading this all wrong?” the guitarist asked, his voice warm and sparkling like the way he sang. “Or do you feel it too?”
Yuki glimpsed his shining eyes, his charming beauty marks, the slight scruff along his jawline. “I feel something,” he replied. “Maybe it's the drinks.”
“You ever get so horny your teeth are floating?” Aie asked him.
What? “I don't think that's the expression.”
“So much semen,” Aie explained, taking back his hand to gesture some kind of explosion.
Again, what? “I don't think that's helping it.”
Aie laughed brightly, reaching for his hand to hold it again. “I mean, anyway, you want to go home with me? You can say no, you won't hurt my feelings.”
Yuki felt the other man's thumb gently stroking over his knuckles. How did Aie have such a good sense of where Yuki's mind was? He didn't think he had been very obvious about the mutual attraction.
Was it mutual…? This whole thing was crazy. They had spent so much time together even so long ago, as young men with cute twinky bodies and more feminine hair, but they hadn't hooked up then. Maybe growing older had made them both more open and free, less afraid to cross a boundary to hidden desires. Well, maybe Aie still had a cute twinky body, even in his forties. Yuki kind of wanted to find out just how cute it was.
“Sure,” he answered, staying calm. “I'll go.” He took back his hand and sipped his drink, hardly tasting it, all taken over by anticipation and nerves.
“Cool, yeah.” Aie finally sipped his own drink, or rather gulped it and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “We can just hang out, you know. Guy stuff. Whatever you like.”
Guy stuff like grabbing each other's hard-ons in their pants, groping each other's muscles, kissing each other on the neck until they got so worked up they had to unzip and suck each other off?
Yuki wrung his hands, crossing and recrossing his legs. He thought about Aie massaging his legs, how good it had felt, and then rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to release some more tension.
“You need it?” Aie asked him.
Simple enough. “Yeah, I need it.”
They didn't hold hands on the train, but Aie's leg kept pressing up against his in their seats, and then his hand reached over to stroke Yuki's thigh through his shorts. It felt so warm and eager.
“Fuck, man, don't get me excited.” Yuki kept his voice low while leaning in closer.
“Are you getting excited? Fuck, that's hot.” Aie squeezed his thigh against his palm. “Do you even know how sexy you are?”
So now they were flirting on the train? Or Aie was flirting. Yuki didn't know what to do with him.
“What's so sexy about me?” he asked, and Aie was happy to answer.
“Your arms, your whole body. You clearly take care of yourself, you look solid as hell. Your earrings, I like those. Your soft hands. Cute smile. I bet you give great kisses.”
Damn, he wasn't kidding, he was really into it. Yuki had never seen this side of him.
“You smell so good,” Aie told him leaning closer, smoke on his breath from the cigarette he'd finished in the bar. “I can't wait to get my hands on you.”
Yuki shut his eyes, sighing deep and slow. He found Aie's hand with his own and decided to interlace their fingers, holding him tight.
They didn't hold hands on the train… until they did.
Aie's place was tidier than he expected. Yuki took a seat on the neatly made bed, watching Aie pull off his open shirt and leave it on the floor. So much for the tidiness, but he looked cute in his tank top with his tattoo showing. Then Aie was right next to him, reaching for his face, closing in to share a kiss there on the bed. Yuki hardly had time to think.
Aie stroked his arm while they kissed, groping through his sleeve and then sliding his hand up underneath the fabric to squeeze his bicep bare. Aie slipped his tongue into his mouth without hesitation, and Yuki was overwhelmed by the feeling of being wanted. He slipped a hand around Aie's little waist, stroking his warm body through the thin cotton. The guitarist made a soft sound of pleasure into their kiss, and Yuki wanted to laugh. He couldn't believe they were doing this.
“Did you plan this?” he asked when he got the chance.
“Sorry?” Aie was stroking his hair so sweetly, like a lover. “Of course not, what do you mean?”
“Why is your bedroom so clean?”
Aie laughed. “Should it not be?” His voice dropped lower, husky and excited. “You're so sexy, you know that?” His hand stroked warmly over Yuki's chest while he leaned in to press his lips to his neck. The kiss was so tender, it made his heart beat faster. Then Aie shifted, his body warm and heavy straddling his lap while both hands worked on his shirt buttons. Before Yuki knew what was happening, Aie was stroking his bare chest, slipping his shirt down his shoulders, leaning down to kiss across his skin. “Lie down,” Aie told him.
“What?” Everything was confusing.
“Lie back, put your head on the pillow.”
So Yuki went ahead, pulling off his shirt before his back hit the bed. Then Aie was kissing his neck again while touching his chest. Yuki heard himself sigh with pleasure. Feeling him tonguing at his earring and pinching his nipple, all the stimulation went straight to his cock. Yuki let himself relax into it, shutting his eyes, getting harder by the second.
Aie didn't give any warning before he grabbed him in his pants– and Yuki heard him chuckling as though with satisfaction in his ear.
“I knew it, I knew you would have a big dick.”
Yuki just started laughing, shocked to hear him say that when he hadn't even seen it yet. He was probably just saying that. But Aie was rubbing him firmly through the fabric like he'd wanted to do this all night. When he shifted to steal another kiss, the pressure of his hand warm and steady on his cock, Yuki reached to pull him closer, stroking the nape of his neck where strands of hair fell free from Aie's little ponytail. Yuki kissed him back with affection, enjoying the softness of his mouth and the sweet little gasp when he stroked his neck harder.
Then Aie pulled away to work on Yuki's shorts and tug down the zipper. He pulled the fabric down his hips, and Yuki felt like sliding down the waistband of his own underwear was an easy next step. When the other man started sucking him off, it was so unbelievable that Yuki covered his eyes with one hand while the other tried to slip into Aie's hair. Instead he was met with the brim of the backwards baseball cap. But removing Aie’s hat for him felt too intimate even now.
Yuki was relieved when Aie pulled his own hat off his head, then the scarf under it too, and he was just this cute guy with a warm pinkish flush in his cheeks, with delicate eyelashes, a sparkle in his eyes, and a little black ponytail. His single earring shone in the bedroom light, and Yuki knew it was the same guy who hyped up his compositions and met his level of passionate skill on stage. The same guy who now bobbed his head to suck his dick. Yuki pet his hair, the messy strands falling loose from his ponytail, silky and soft while his mouth was so hot and stimulating. He was pretty good at sucking dick, but maybe tonight he was just eager.
He really was eager… Knowing this guy had such a crush on him, Yuki flexed his cock in his mouth, feeling so desired. Still wearing the white socks pulled up over his ankles, he got reminded of just how sexy they seemed to his friend– apparently. He felt kind of proud to be appreciated for such a simple point of style showing off his physique. Was he really that attractive?
Then Aie's head popped up to ask him something. “Want to use a condom?”
Yuki felt like he was skipping several steps.
“Who's using it?” he asked.
“You are,” Aie told him as though it were obvious. He lunged closer, kissing Yuki on the mouth all hot and deep. He kissed about as well as he played guitar, which was honestly phenomenal, and definitely passionate. Yuki pet his head while they kissed, and Aie seemed to really like that, moaning against his tongue. “Right, Yuki?”
This night was crazy. Yuki started laughing.
Aie was laughing with him. “Shit, did I guess wrong? Don't you want to be on top?” He drew back to tug his tank top over his head, then got to work on his pants.
Yuki finally stopped laughing as he watched him undress. “Are you being serious?”
“Look, I'm not trying to beg for it.” Aie tried to smooth his messy hair. “We can go to sleep right now and forget it. I just want you to know that I want it. That's the honest truth.”
Yuki looked into his eyes, sensing the sincerity. He couldn't lie, he’d been into it ever since Aie had put his hands on him on that couch.
“I want it too,” he answered, feeling the blush warm his face while reaching vaguely toward the bedside table. “Where's that condom?”
Aie took the cue to just open the drawer and get him a condom and a bottle of lube. Before he knew it, Yuki was on top, lining himself up to put it in. His friend lay against the sheets beneath him, arms wrapping around him so quickly once he slid it in and started to work up a rhythm. Yuki heard himself sigh in pleasure, muscles working while he thrust in deeper.
Something about the way it all went so quickly made it obvious they had both done this with another man before. Or maybe Yuki should have guessed that when Aie first got on the bed and kissed him so tenderly. He felt a connection because of it, a shared understanding that they knew what they were doing. Kind of like being on stage together.
Aie was flushed pink, his eyes all dreamy, lips parted to gasp his bassist's name while getting penetrated.
Yuki kissed his face while he fucked him. “You feel so good.” He tried to stop himself– it felt like such a joke, and he was actively trying not to laugh, but something told him it would go over well. “You like my socks, Aie? I'm still wearing them for you.”
Yeah, he liked that. Aie moaned like crazy. His moans were kind of pretty, like his singing.
“Fuck yeah, they look so good on you, man. I hope you know how fucking hot you are.” Aie stroked his hair, pulling him into a kiss.
Yuki was struck with the feeling that he wasn't just saying that, he meant it so honestly. Suddenly all the times Aie had hyped up his playing or his compositions seemed more genuine, too. Yuki allowed himself a feeling of pride, if only for a moment.
The kiss was great, but it was so distracting.
“Turn over for me,” Yuki told him, pulling out. He grabbed the lube, and soon enough he was kissing Aie's shoulder from behind, plunging deep inside him. He was starting to think he should have guessed that getting this guy into bed would be so much fun. Yuki reached around to get him off, fingers wrapping around his cock to stroke it while fucking him.
Making him come was a good idea, Yuki realized when he felt it happen– the muscles gripping him tight, pulling him in, it felt so good. Aie was moaning sweetly while he dripped cum over his fingers and probably onto the sheets, and Yuki did his best to keep up his hand, stroking him through it while his cock was being gripped so hot and tight inside him. Then he bucked his hips, flesh smacking against flesh while he took the focus back for himself. He came so hard that he could swear he blacked out for a minute.
The shape of Aie’s cute little waist from behind caught Yuki's attention while he watched the guitarist standing in the open balcony doorway, his pants pulled back onto his narrow hips and a cigarette in hand. Yuki was placing the pillows back on the bed, then straightening the covers atop the fresh sheets that his friend had asked for help with.
“I wish you were my husband,” Aie told him, turning enough to show the several silver necklaces still around his neck.
“That's quite the confession,” Yuki answered, settling on the bed in nothing but his shorts and infamous socks. He couldn't help but laugh a bit. It must have been a joke, right?
“You look so good making a bed,” Aie told him. “I could just look at you every day.” He took a drag from the cigarette held between his slender fingers, eyes wandering over the other man's half bare body.
Yuki could feel his attraction, the way Aie stared at him like he was some cake with glossed up fruits in a bakery window. He was only now realizing just how often the guitarist had stared at him before, the gazes he had brushed off as spacing out or just trying to get his attention.
“I thought you liked women,” Yuki offered up casually.
“Yeah, what about it?” Aie raised his brow, smoke drifting into the evening air. “Don't you?”
“Yeah, it's just… husband? Seems kind of serious.”
Aie started laughing. “It’s like… I want to see you in an apron cooking dinner for me. With your arms showing off. That kind of thing.”
“Oh, so you're joking.”
“I'm not joking!” Aie insisted. “I think you're fucking incredible.” He brought his cigarette to his lips, giving the bassist a moment to consider all that. “I never got married, you know,” he added finally.
Yuki got up from the bed and went to wrap him up in his arms, hugging him close from behind.
“Do you have an apron for me?” he asked, and Aie laughed brightly in his embrace.
“I'll get you one,” he answered.
“Alright, I'll try it,” Yuki told him. “I have to find a good recipe.” He could feel Aie's joy while giving him a kiss on the face.
“Yuki, you’re the best. I knew I liked you for a reason.”