WINTER SONG
Barbara Sheridan and Anne Cain
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Winter Song
Barbara Sheridan and Anne Cain
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Dedication
For Stacey, who kindly provided much visual inspiration and encouragement.
Prologue
Tokyo, 1996
Koji Takasoto, rhythm guitarist for the band ChildsPrey, raised his bottle of beer in answer to the kiss blown at him from the club hostess across the way. The colored lamps overhead bathed the entire back wall of the crowded nightspot in a vibrant red glow highlighting the fiery crimson streaks in her hair that matched Koji’s own. Half the kids on the dance floor below had dyed hair and wore slick, tight leather in imitation of the five ChildsPrey members. One guy looked just like Toru, with an earring in one ear, eyeliner, and black hair brushing his shoulders. It blew Koji's mind that the fans were already so into them that these kids were actually cosplaying as the band!
He turned his attention away from the hostess and the throng of people dancing on the floor when his friend Jun Doi slid into the seat next to him. The lead guitarist leaned in close to be heard over the blaring of the music filling the club ‑‑ their music.
“We did it, Koj! I told you we would.”
“I still can’t believe it.” Koji’s stomach did another little flip; one he tried to tell himself had to do with the excitement of the moment or even the alcohol. “We’re gonna be big. Nakamura said it himself.”
Jun flashed him a slightly drunken grin, then clinked his beer bottle against Koji’s. “Our first CD is on the top of the fucking charts!” he exclaimed for the hundredth time that night, like he couldn’t believe it himself. They’d all worked hard for this moment, and though Koji had always been at Jun’s side, helping write the songs through the rough, long nights when the band’s hopes for success seemed like a long shot, Jun had carried most of the stress as the head of the band. However, the days of them cramming into dingy, cramped little apartments, scraping just to pay the rent and the utilities, were over.
“You hear what Toru just did outside?” Jun took a gulp from his bottle, tossing his head back and running a hand through his disheveled chin-length hair. When Koji shook his head, Jun continued, “He asked one of the hostesses to get the Gothic deSade CD from the DJ, and he took it outside and pissed on it. He said he would have shit on it, but that Miji Makana wasn’t worthy to wipe his ass, so why bother.”
Koji howled with laughter. Leave it to Toru Nakai, the group’s founder and bassist, to pay back his old band-mate in such a way for all he’d pulled to drive Toru out of that group. When Jun tugged on his jacket sleeve, Koji leaned back in, very conscious of the moist heat of Jun’s breath against his ear.
“I have a good feeling about this. Did you see the memo at the recording studio? All our dates are sold out, and the tour doesn’t start for another week yet.”
Koji smiled and clapped Jun on the shoulder. “It’s fucking unreal. All those places hold close to five thousand.”
Jun’s smile lit up his brown eyes in a way that made Koji smile in return. Although Toru was ChildsPrey’s founder and had previously been with a fairly big band, Jun had been appointed the group’s “leader-sama.” Jun took this early sign of success very personally, as well he should. He and Koji had written the single they’d debuted a few months back, helping to propel the quick sales of their new CD and put them at the top of the charts before their first real tour.
Koji sipped his beer, then leaned in towards Jun again. “I guess I need to finally thank you for being such a slave driver about learning guitar when we were back in school, huh?”
Jun laughed. “You can grovel at my feet when ready, Koj.”
Koji gave him a playful punch in the arm. “Asshole.”
“Oh, my God! Look.” Jun laughed. He pointed to the booth behind them, and Koji looked over his shoulder. They both watched with amusement as their vocalist, Imai Shimizu, grabbed someone’s video camera and egged Toru and the band’s drummer, Kyoru, to put out a little “fanservice.” Toru brushed away some of the hair falling across the other man’s face and leaned in to press his lips to Kyoru’s. The kiss soon heated up from a soft touching of lips to a long, open-mouthed show of passion that stole the breath of everyone watching. No doubt about it ‑‑ tongues had to be involved.
“Shit,” Jun whispered into Koji’s ear. “I think Kyoru’s really getting into it.”
Koji tried to swallow, his mouth bone-dry. He gulped down some beer, his imagination teasing him with thoughts of what it might feel like to have Jun kiss him like that. Koji laughed weakly. “They’re both so drunk, I don’t think I want to know what they’ll get into before the night’s over.”
Jun’s deep laughter sent a delicious shiver along Koji’s spine. When the man rested his chin on Koji’s shoulder, he tried not to notice the way the blood rushed straight to his balls. Koji shifted carefully in his seat to try and ease the pressure building up in his groin without making Jun move. He glanced down to the front of his pants, where the first hint of a hard-on already stretched at the leather.
“You looked fucking gorgeous in that photo shoot today, Koj.”
Gasping, Koji turned his head and gazed into Jun’s slightly glassy eyes. For a wild moment, he wished Imai would bring that camera over here so he’d have an excuse to kiss Jun. The man was so close, his lips hovering near enough to Koji’s that if he just tilted forward a bit, they would meet. Hell, if he just turned his hips a little, his rising erection would press nicely against Jun’s hip. But Koji forced himself to turn away, ignoring the ache in his cock and the pull in his heart like he always did.
“You better not let Imai hear you say that,” Koji replied finally, shrugging off the compliment and what it might mean. Or at least what he dared to hope it might mean. “He sees himself as the main attraction, you know.”
Jun dismissed this with a wave of his hand, then pulled away and polished off the last of his beer. He signaled for the hostess to bring another before leaning closer to Koji. “I see us getting out of
the Visual Kei scene before too long. The costumes and hair are a good way to get attention and break in, but I’m not going to get stuck with it like Miji did. Our music is good enough to carry us without gimmicks. You mark my words, Koj. ChildsPrey will go international someday.”
Before Koji could reply, two hostesses came over with drinks for each of them and sat down. The women gushed and flirted, crossing their legs so their short, tight skirts bunched further up their thighs. Since Jun was going with it, Koji decided he might as well, too, and ignored the hint of disappointment in the pit of his stomach. He and Jun had been friends for years ... just friends and nothing more.
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The CD release party was still going strong when the club closed its doors. All five band-mates ended up at the big townhouse Imai rented. The hostesses had followed, latching onto Jun and Koji and brushing their bodies up against the two men. More liquor flowed at the house, and Koji knew the excessive alcohol skewed his perception of things. He had to be imagining the frequent, long stares Jun aimed in his direction. And when everyone started dancing in the living room to the pulsing music Imai turned up on the stereo, he told himself that Jun coming up next to him and sliding a hand along the curve of Koji’s ass was only a way to get the girls even more turned on.
Kyoru stopped dancing first, dragging Toru to the sofa that was pushed up against the far wall and collapsing onto the plush leather. The drummer coaxed Toru down on top of him, his legs spreading open so Toru lay between them. They started up exactly where they’d left off at the club, kissing and tugging on each other’s lips as their clothes gathered in heaps on the floor next to the couch. Kyoru’s hands pressed into Toruhiko’s shoulders as their kisses became more feverish ‑‑ desperate, even. Everyone around the couple started to pair or group up for more of their own private fun, leaving Kyoru and Toruhiko to fuck each other senseless in the living room.
Someone grabbed Koji’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs. At first he thought it was one of the hostesses until he felt the strength in the person’s grip and the rough calluses on each fingertip only another guitarist would have. Koji glanced down and recognized the studded leather band around the other’s wrist before looking up into Jun’s eyes.
“Come on.” Jun gave him a drunken smile. “Kyoru and Toru aren’t going to be the only ones to get some tonight.”
“Fuck, no.” Koji shook his head so hard he got dizzy.
The two girls were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and the one with the red-streaked hair took Koji’s free hand. The other woman slipped her arm through Jun’s, and the four of them stumbled up the stairs with just one thing on their minds.
Only one of the three rooms still had a bed available, and nobody wasted time getting on it. Koji dropped onto the sheets, and the red-haired woman worked to open his fly.
“Oh, my God.” Her breath teased the head of his erection. “You don’t need any help getting it up, do you?”
The other woman was getting undressed on the bed. Her perfect, round breasts bounced free as she slipped out of her bra. Koji didn’t give her more than a glance before focusing on Jun, who had also stripped down. The moonlight coming in through the window highlighted his rounded shoulders, the chiseled muscles at his lithe waist and abdomen, the rigid length of his cock pushing up at his groin.
Koji only noticed both women were on him when their fingers started tugging at the curls surrounding the base of his erection. Distracted, he tore his gaze away from Jun.
Though Koji was far from being a virgin, he’d never had two women go at him at once. Since watching Toru make out with Kyoru back in the club, he’d felt an ache between his legs, and the girls were now giving his cock the attention it needed. Their fingers stroked at the length of his penis, their tongues lapping and teasing the head as they took turns trying to suck him off. He gripped the sheets, almost hitting his peak a few times, but not just because of the women.
The thing that most turned him on was watching Jun watch him.
“Don’t you plan on coming?” the redhead taunted from between his legs. She gave his cock another playful flick of her tongue to try and recapture his attention.
Her efforts were pretty much wasted. Koji managed a short, hoarse-sounding grunt as the young woman continued to tease him. But his eyes were locked on Jun, who knelt on the bed only an arm’s reach away, a thin sheen of perspiration already glazing his toned muscles. Koji licked his lips, imagining what Jun would taste like if he could glide his tongue along that perfect body.
The two girls gave up on Koji.
“Let’s show him how it’s done,” the redhead purred, pulling her friend down on to the wide bed so they tumbled together in the sheets. While the girls were going down on each other, Koji found Jun gazing at him in the silvery moonlight. The look in Jun’s eyes seemed to match the desire welling up inside of Koji.
He couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss his longtime friend. When Jun responded, deepening the kiss and reaching between them to fondle Koji’s balls, Koji grew even harder.
Jun’s strong fingers closed around his erection, and Koji moaned softly as he thrust his hips forward. He reached for Jun, and they stroked one another, cock rubbing cock, lips seeking lips, until they forgot about the girls bouncing around on the bed beside them.
Each of Jun’s firm strokes sent shivers of delight along Koji’s spine until his back arched with the pleasurable sensations.
“Jun,” he moaned his friend’s name and pitched forward. Draping his arms around the other man’s neck for support, Koji thrust forward with his hips to match Jun’s pace. Another cry tumbled past his lips as Koji felt the pressure in his groin reach a fever pitch. All the feeling within his body seemed to center around his cock as it throbbed in time with the touch of Jun’s practiced hand.
Moments away from hitting his climax, Koji squeezed his eyes shut and called out his friend’s name again. Warm, moist lips closed over his, and Jun’s kiss swallowed the cry of ecstasy that leapt into Koji’s throat. He spilled out into Jun’s hands, some of the warm fluid splattering on to his friend’s taut belly.
Jun murmured against Koji’s cheek. “Make me come this way,” he begged softly before taking Koji’s lips in another heated kiss.
Koji dropped one hand between their tense, sweat-glazed bodies. His fingers brushed over the sticky mess he’d left on Jun’s abdomen and slipped around the thick, pulsing base of his friend’s erection. So aware of his own semi-hard dick still in Jun’s hand, Koji tried to match the same motions that had brought him to a peak. Noises of pleasure rumbled in Jun’s chest, encouraging Koji to continue tugging and stroking the hot flesh.
The two men didn’t stop until they were both spent, the sheets and their fingers wet with each other’s come.
Koji eased back on to the bed, exhausted and lightheaded from the rush. One of the girls slipped under his arm, but he turned towards Jun when his friend stretched out next to him. Koji drifted off to sleep with his head resting on Jun’s shoulder, and he wished this night would last forever.
Chapter One
Tokyo, Now
Jun Doi stared at the shattered Christmas bulbs scattered across the beige carpet like the colorful guitar picks he and his band-mates tossed out to their screaming fans at the end of their concerts.
He stalked out of the room he’d been trying to get ready for the holiday arrival of his two young children who’d been living in America for the past year with his estranged wife. But, no, Rumiko had decided not to bring the children home to see their father. Her boss ‑‑ her lover ‑‑ was taking her on an end-of-the-year ski holiday in Switzerland and had flown her parents from Nagasaki to LA to watch the children for her.
The bastard.
Seeing Tyler Barker’s arrogant American face instead of his own reflection in the entrance hall mirror, Jun punched his fist through the glass. He cursed when the pain overrode his anger long enough for him to realize that he’d just used his play
ing hand a mere two weeks before a mini concert tour.
“Jun? Oh, shit! Jun, are you okay?”
Jun felt like a total idiot as Koji Takasoto rushed into the house. His friend tore the scarf from around his neck and wrapped it around Jun’s hand. “I saw you through the window. What the hell happened? Why’d you hit the mirror?”
“Because I felt like driving my fist through a sheet of glass,” Jun muttered through his clenched teeth. Koji tightened the scarf, making Jun hiss at the stinging pain.
Koji made a face. “That’s a dumb-ass reason.”
“For a dumb-ass question.” Jun glared at the shards of glass still stuck in the frame of the mirror, his angry face reflected several times over in its pieces. Cursing under his breath, he trudged back down the hall.
“Hey ‑‑” Koji called after him.
Jun kept walking through the living room and stopped at the bar to pick a bottle from the collection lined up on the shelf behind the counter. Not bothering to read the label, he unscrewed the top and took a gulp straight from the bottle.
The front door slammed closed, and a second later Koji appeared in the entrance to the living room. As he surveyed the mess, his shoulders slumped a little. “Where are the kids?”
“Just go home, Koji.” Jun left the bottle on the counter, brushed past his friend, and continued walking down the hall.
Behind the open staircase leading to the master suite, two smaller bedrooms branched out from a small alcove. Jun entered his son’s nearly empty room and lay down in the bed. The child-sized frame was too small for a comfortable fit, but it was better than trying to lie down in the king-size bed in the room above, where the hollow feeling inside of him was made even more obvious by the emptiness of the sheets beside him. He wasn’t really surprised when Koji knocked lightly on the door a few moments later.
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