Not Another Boy Band

by Z. Allora

  “Why don’t we sleep for a couple of hours.” Consent mattered, and someone who was as drunk as Sage appeared couldn’t give consent, even if his body seemed very interested.

  “Why don’t we sleep afterward—”

  Daiki rolled off the bed and stood next to it. “One of the educational pieces I’m going to work into one of my mangas is nonconsent and dubious consent. Both were hot back in the day, but now we know better, so we need to do better.”

  “But we’re together. I’m giving you consent….” Sage undid his jeans and tried to push them off his hips.

  “I’ll tell you what. We have twelve hours here. Let’s get some sleep, and then we can try something on our list.” Daiki stifled a chuckle.

  Sage failed to hide a sugar-crash-induced yawn that dimmed the sparkle of excitement in his eyes. “Can we get more time?”

  Not sure why they’d need it, Daiki asked, “Twelve hours isn’t enough?”

  Sage snorted. “Just, you know, asking….”

  Daiki grinned. “Yes, of course. There’s a machine by the door. We simply insert a credit card and—”

  Sage started snoring.

  As Daiki quickly undressed Sage down to his purple silk briefs, he congratulated himself for making the right decision.

  He finger-combed Sage’s hair out of his eyes and tucked the duvet around him.

  Checking out the rest of the room, he found a huge bathroom with every body- and skin-care product he could think of and a large Jacuzzi tub with many attachments. He took a long bath and utilized everything until he was squeaky clean.

  After wrapping himself in one of the plush robes provided, he took his electronic drawing tablet out his messenger bag and did a few studies of Sage sleeping—with his arm thrown over his head, his shirt off, and the covers hiding the fact he still had on his underwear.

  Daiki had to shake himself. If this was what happened when one took risks, why hadn’t he taken any before? His heart answered, Because there hasn’t been anyone worth making mistakes with.

  Could he actually be landing exactly where he’d always wanted to be?

  He set aside his sketching device and slid under the covers.

  Sage murmured in his sleep and wrapped his arms around Daiki, sending love and affection cascading through him. This couldn’t have been better if he’d drawn it himself.

  BREATH TICKLED his nose. Daiki opened his eyes and found Sage smiling at nose-touching range. Rolling from his side onto his back, Daiki asked, “How are you feeling?”

  Sage thrust his lower half against Daiki’s thigh. “Better. Much, much better.”

  Daiki chuckled at Sage’s smirk. “I’m glad.”

  “I might have been drunk last night, but didn’t you mention working on our list?” Sage certainly knew how to turn on the sexy.

  “Did I? I thought that might have been you.” Daiki escaped into the bathroom to deal with life and brush his teeth.

  Sage followed him.

  Their now-familiar domestic ritual morphed into the sensual because Sage kept touching him. Little grazes as he reached for the second toothbrush. He changed Daiki’s plan of a quick shower into something else entirely when he stepped behind the glass and massaged Daiki’s body with soap until Daiki panted for more.

  The feeling of Sage’s lips on the sensitive parts of Daiki’s ear almost made Daiki miss Sage asking, “What was the last thing you added to the list?”

  Excitement and embarrassment coursed through Daiki in equal measure. “Oral sex on a train.”

  “Hot. Seems like we both have a fetish for the taboo—”

  “You don’t think it’s weird?” The truth was Daiki wanted to do everything he’d drawn once, and then a second time to make sure he did it right.

  “No.”

  He studied Sage. Is he serious?

  “I don’t think either of us wants to get dressed, but maybe we can practice right here.” Sage tossed him a towel. Once they had dried off, they hung the damp towels back on the rack, put on the robes, and then Daiki trailed after Sage into the bedroom.

  Sage had an artistically beautiful face and body, not just because of his muscular upper torso. He was well put together, but it was all the little things. The waves in his sexy bleached-blond hair when he let it loose. That sexy twitch his mouth made before he smirked. Oh, Sage’s lips expressed so many things, sometimes all at once. He quirked them playfully, smirked in a sexy, nonarrogant but knowing way, and gave heartwarming smiles. So many lovely smiles Daiki could draw—

  Oral sex on the train—Daiki pressed Sage against the dresser so he leaned back.

  Sage gasped the way he had at the BDSM club when Daiki put him against the bench. “Tell me what you’d do to me on the train.”

  Swallowing hard, Daiki found the courage to tell him. “The train would lurch. I’d lose my grip on the grab triangles. I’d fall to the floor.”

  “Is the floor dirty?”

  Daiki dropped to his knees and untied Sage’s robe. He parted the fabric and caressed Sage’s thighs. Sage’s broken moan pushed an undeniable power straight through Daiki. He felt like he could do anything. “Filthy.”

  Sage shifted his body, causing the tip of his shaft to poke out of his robe and brush across Daiki’s lower lip.

  “May I?” Daiki’s voice had gone rough and husky.

  Sage gave him an “I plan to fuck you up against the wall, but I can be patient” smile. He arched an eyebrow and asked, “Is the train empty?”

  Daiki stopped himself from looking away. He wanted to be bold, so he gave Sage a casual shrug that said he didn’t care one way or another. “Probably not… it’s rush hour.”

  Sage gripped the edge of the dresser, turning his knuckles white. The tip of his shaft was glistening with a droplet. “What’s next? I don’t think I can—”

  “I’d unzip your jeans, pull your big cock out where anyone might see it, and suck you. Suck you right here in front of everyone.” Daiki usually only wrote those words to hear them….

  Sage groaned. “Daiki, it’s been a while.”

  Daiki swiped his tongue across the tip of Sage’s penis and took the sweetness from him. The robe slipped off Sage’s shoulders and fell to the floor.

  “This isn’t going to take long.” Sage trembled.

  Enough teasing. Daiki wrapped a hand around Sage’s base and stroked him into his mouth. He rocked as if he were on a train.

  They would probably never do this on a train, at least not in Japan, but right now the fantasy was good enough.

  “I’ve missed you in my mouth.” He french-kissed Sage’s erection around the words. He sucked him inside and bobbed his head.

  “Coming.” Sage grunted and came.

  That was fast. Keeping pace with the pulses Sage unleashed in his mouth wasn’t possible, but Daiki did his best.

  When Sage finally stopped shaking and coming, he didn’t go soft or get overly sensitive. He seemed ready for more, so Daiki kept licking him.

  “Quicker than I expected. Come here.” Sage pulled him off his knees and up to his lips and kissed him. He didn’t seem to care that he had filled Daiki’s mouth with his cum.

  Hot, wet kisses gave Daiki an electric kind of need.

  Rocking against Sage caused friction to spark through Daiki, making him want more.

  Sage bit his bottom lip and then pulled back. “You know what I’ve never really tried but I want to?”

  “What? I’ll try anything with you.” Did Daiki say that? He’d have to work on his uke dialogue, but no truer vow had ever been made.

  “Can I rim you?” Sage’s skimmed his hands inside the robe and palmed his butt.

  “Rim me?” Daiki ran through what that would entail. Sage’s tongue and his… his ass would be involved.

  “Yeah. I’ve never wanted to do that, but I really want to try it with you… and then….”

  Daiki needed clarification. There were too many possibilities dangling out there. “And then what?”

/>   “Well, I mean, only if you’re up for it… maybe after, I could be inside you?” Sage picked up one of the hotel-brand lubed condoms and the bottle of lubricant. He shook them in front of Daiki with a winning smile.

  “Oh….” He’d never done either of those things.

  Sage shook his head. “We don’t have to. I thought—”

  “No, I want to… I just… I’ve never, but I’d really like to.” Daiki reached for what he wanted. He spun around and faced the mirror, ensuring that Sage understood he was serious.

  Sage slid Daiki’s robe to the floor to join his own.

  Within a hot second, Sage had dropped to his knees behind Daiki, and the delicious yet disturbing sensation of Sage’s tongue swiping across his ass commenced. He painted wet patterns over one cheek and then the other. Ever so slowly, he edged closer to Daiki’s hole but always veered off at the last second.

  Over and over, again and again, Sage’s tongue avoided where Daiki needed him the most.

  The insanity of the moment made him want to part his cheeks and guide Sage to where he ached. He leaned forward to give Sage a formal invitation. He’d drawn this plenty of times. The itch… a need… something he’d not quite experienced before, and Sage’s tongue—

  “Ahhhhh, yes.” Daiki gasped and thrust back. All pretense of modesty or decorum had fled the storyboard.

  Sage said he’d never done this, but he parted Daiki’s ass, arrowed his tongue, and darted in and out of Daiki’s crevice. He must be a quick learner, because he appeared to be an expert at it.

  “Deeper.” Daiki needed so much more. He thrust his hips back farther to encourage Sage.

  Sage cupped the sides of Daiki’s ass and pulled him closer. He pressed his tongue in farther and licked, ripping another shameless moan from Daiki.

  He didn’t care. His total focus was on getting more of what he craved… Sage. Everything in Daiki reached for something just out of—

  Glancing at the mirror, he froze.

  This was a drawing he didn’t recognize. His face was wet with perspiration, his hair every which way, his eyes half-closed, and his mouth gaping, trying to drag in air.

  And all he wanted was more. Daiki trembled as he spread his ass, thrusting back yet again to chase the pleasure.

  The storyboard of reality—the mirror—didn’t lie. Sage had somehow magically evolved Daiki into the very picture of outright need.

  Daiki was shocked but too turned-on to put an end to this any other way than by begging Sage for mercy. “Please, Sage.”

  After a few more glorious minutes, hours, or years, Sage kissed along Daiki’s spine, taking too long to appear over his shoulder. “You sure?”

  “Very.” He had to have Sage in him to replace the emptiness. The open space wasn’t in his body alone but in his heart, mind, and soul. “Please fill me. Please—”

  Gentle fingers found their way inside him, making Daiki wonder if this was a good idea. After a few twisting thrusts, Sage nudged his prostate, and Daiki pushed back, whimpering.

  “Shhh, I’ve got you.” Sage added more lube inside Daiki and put on a condom.

  Daiki braced himself as he stared at Sage’s reflection. Their gazes locked, sharing this moment caught between rush and forever.

  With too much care, Sage inched inside of him.

  Daiki shifted right and then left. There didn’t seem to be enough room, but then Daiki’s muscles relaxed and let Sage push past them.

  Sage’s eyes widened. “I won’t last long.”

  “Doesn’t matter. This is ours.” Maybe that was not a bad thing for Daiki’s first time. He gasped for breath, feeling way too stretched. Daiki tilted his head back.

  Leaning forward, Sage froze except for his lips, which caressed along Daiki’s neck.

  Need licked through Daiki, making him restless for more.

  “So good. Take what you want.” Sage pressed against him. He took two slow steps back to the bed and sat with Daiki on his lap.

  Daiki glanced over his shoulder. “What should I—”

  Sage shifted and nodded toward the mirror. “Stay with me. Move if you can.”

  Complying, Daiki stared at their reflection. “How should I—”

  Sage wrapped a hand around his shoulder, put the other under his butt, and helped him slide up and then back down.

  Daiki bit his lip but groaned anyway.

  “I’m yours. Take what you need.” Sage’s words wedged in between his heart and soul, painting them the color of love.

  Daiki shifted his hips, and the delicious pressure zipped through him. His body forced him to glide forward and back.

  “Yes. Good.” Sage’s praise embarrassed him because he needed it.

  Daiki made to stand but sat before he disconnected from Sage. Again and again, he rode him, until his legs started to shake.

  Sage got the message and supported his weight with both hands as he directed his attention on that special spot.

  “Sage?” Daiki felt the beginning of an orgasm. He reached back and grabbed Sage’s shoulder to tug him closer. He waited, but instead of ejaculating, he just hovered in a scorching hot pleasure zone. Moaning and shaking, he tried to piece together what was happening to him.

  “So hot. Go with it,” Sage whispered as Daiki clung to him.

  There wasn’t anything else Daiki could do. He was being overwhelmed by an intense rapture.

  Sage thrust into him, and Daiki twisted forward and put his hands on his knees. He struggled to hold on as the pleasure kept echoing through his body.

  “Fuck,” Sage groaned and grabbed on to Daiki’s shoulders, moving him a bit faster. Then he stiffened and grunted.

  There was no controlling any of this, and that made it even more perfect. Soul-stealing ecstasy nailed him, but he didn’t ejaculate, though he felt like he had come. Had he even been hard?

  The grip on his shoulders lightened, and Sage glided him slower until he stopped moving him.

  Sitting on Sage’s lap, Daiki continued to study their reflection. He was connected to Sage physically, emotionally, and now, it seemed, spiritually.

  Sage helped him to a standing position and slipped out of him but stood close behind him, giving Daiki a place to lean.

  A gaping want tried to swallow Daiki, but Sage held him, bringing him gradually back to equilibrium.

  What now? They’d just had intercourse. Daiki had taken Sage into his body and… how would he draw this?

  “Let’s take a bath.” Daiki went full-on uke and filled the tub with lavender bubbles. He turned on the jets and stepped into the shower briefly to wash the lube out of him.

  Sage moaned as he sank into the warm bubbles. Now there was a storyboard. Before Daiki could get paper and pencil, Sage reached his hand out to him.

  Daiki grabbed the offered hand and stepped into the tub. He lowered himself into the warm water and leaned against Sage’s front.

  Sage wrapped his arms around Daiki. He massaged Daiki’s shoulders, chasing away any remaining tension.

  “That’s good,” Daiki said.

  “Is this better?” Sage’s hands skimmed down his wet chest and plunged under the water. He teased Daiki forever until he was erect.

  Somewhere along the way, he decided the attention of Sage’s hand was very much better.

  Groaning, Daiki thrust into Sage’s hand.

  “Enough time has passed. Sometimes, when the prostate is involved, your erection can fade into the background.” Sage’s words were calm and controlled; Daiki’s brain did a backflip.

  One of his assistants had talked about how most people believe male ejaculation and orgasm are the same thing, but she proudly announced they were two separate things. Now Daiki had experienced exactly what she meant.

  Daiki lay back farther onto Sage’s chest, giving him access to everything he wanted access to.

  “You were sexy before, coming on my cock.” Sage captured Daiki’s mouth in a kiss that pushed him over.

  Daiki arched his bac
k as waves of pleasure started in his core and thundered outward. He came hard.

  Sage added hot water, waking Daiki out of his stupor. “That was….”

  “Yeah?” Sage eased him over to the other side of the tub and then grabbed a foot and started kneading the sole. “I wanted everything to be good for you.”

  “Incredible.” Daiki, boneless but determined, followed suit and rubbed one of Sage’s feet.

  Sage’s crooked smile was filled with pride and happiness. It could have competed with the sun if they hadn’t been in a windowless bathroom.

  A FEW orgasms later, as Daiki toyed with Sage’s hair, he noticed the time. “Our twelve hours is over in thirty minutes.”

  Sage made a show of peeking under the covers. “I don’t think either of us will be getting it up anytime soon.”

  Daiki snorted. “The things you say. Sometimes I remember how American you are.”

  “What? Am I wrong? Granted, I had been a bit pent-up, but… not no more. My man done drained me,” Sage teased.

  His purposefully awkward grammar made Daiki wrap his arms around him. He never wanted this feeling of freedom and love to end. “You’re silly, but amazing.”

  Sage raked his fingers through the disaster that was Daiki’s hair and came back with “That’s what he said. That’s a joke from—”

  “I know. The Office… but do you want me to add more time to the room?” Daiki rolled off the bed to find his credit card.

  “Nah, but I don’t want to go back to the apartment yet. I need time to figure everything out.”

  Daiki shouldn’t have just assumed Sage would want him included. “Oh, should I leave—”

  “Please stay. I need your advice and help thinking this through. You know, if you don’t mind.”

  Feeling too many things, Daiki gave him a nod. He opened the cabinet containing clothing for purchase so he didn’t do an embarrassing happy dance.

  He gathered underwear, socks, and T-shirts for both of them. “Let’s take a shower and head out.”

  “Where to?”

  “I’ve got a place I go when I need to think. There’s plenty of shops on the way to the station where we can pick up clothing.” Daiki tried to remember the train schedule.