Excerpt: Come Back Rockin'

Rehearsal was a lot of being bossed around by directors and choreographers helping to make their show more stunning than five uneducated generally unartistic men could ever come up with. There were only two songs that had full choreography, and then rest had little pieces for Ryuuken to remember. They spent the majority of their time on the second number, which was a bit of a sexy piece thanks to Ryuu’s lyrics. It had an edge to it, like an action-romance, which was enough to entertain Tai during the choreography. He and Eiri had dual-wielding guitar parts, with Tai given a bit of a bass groove interspersed with Eiri’s solo. During the really active tune, Eiri and Tai took center stage, lights focusing on the pair and illuminating them interchangeably. They rocked out, steps leading them into an undulating, rotating motion. Eiri thought it was pretty sweet, but the next move that got him a little bit… unnerved.

Ryuu’s lyrics started whispering, hushed, seductive tones. Tai broke away from Eiri, leaving him in center stage while finishing out his solo. Ichigo was also on guitar for this piece, and he stepped forward from the shadows to join Eiri. He stepped up to the front, playing his guitar into a crescendo and as he did, lowered down to his knees and knelt on the stage. His mouth hung open as he played, eyes fluttering closed and his body relaxing under the pressure of his guitar on his body. Eiri walked over, and, as per the choreography, used his one-handed guitar part (so this was why Ryuu had asked for ten bars worth of strumming) to reach over and run his hand in Ichigo’s hair, cock his head to the side, and go vampire on his neck.

What should’ve been normal choreography had Eiri’s heart beating faster than it should. He wasn’t often included in the fanservice, and polls showed that mostly Ryuu and Ichigo were the favorite pairing of the band. This was just a bit of guitarshipping, Eiri was sure that was how they’d gotten paired for this show… but as Eiri bit with faux-seductiveness into Ichigo’s unmarked earlobe, the nobody beneath him let out a very real whimper. Eiri backed away in time to see Ichigo biting his lip instead of holding his mouth open like he was supposed to. Ichigo was startled, sure that Eiri’s withdrawal wasn’t supposed to leave him staring at his face. He jumped, gasped, and stumbled back onto his ass when he tried to stand, and simply sat there with his face shining red for some time. Well lucky Ichigo, now they’d be taking that from the top since they’d utterly flubbed the finish. Eiri stepped over to his fellow guitar-player and offered him a hand to get him standing. Ichigo smiled, and quietly whispered a ‘thanks’ to Eiri as he resumed starting position. He looked back before they started, and Eiri met his gaze. Somewhere in that silent glance, Eiri felt that neither of them were particularly reluctant to participate.

“Ah! Ah! Oh God, Eiri-kun!” Ichigo cried Eiri’s name as his hands dug nails into Eiri’s naked back. Sweat dripped between their bodies, a product of the heat of passion, flowing between them as Eiri’s hands felt down Ichigo’s bare chest. Eiri’s lips nipped softly at Ichigo’s ear, just as it had in rehearsal, before he bent lower and mashed his lips together with the faux-blond below. Ichigo mewled and moaned, his lithe body writhing under Eiri’s touch and pressing up against his pressure. Eiri’s legs straddled Ichigo’s hips and ground down into him, pressing Ichigo’s backside into the plush covers. Ichigo’s hands grasped timidly at Eiri’s shoulders as the guitarist led his own hands down to Ichigo’s waist, toying with his belly button, and pressing a finger inside of it to tease him. Even such small penetration was making Ichigo squirm, screaming as Eiri’s lips left to trail down Ichigo’s neck, moaning and pleading for more. Eiri let out a deep snicker, biting down hard on Ichigo’s collarbone and sinking a hickey into his skin. Eiri’s eyes could see Ichigo’s flustered expression, his lips forming pleads, his hips rubbing against him, egging him on.

Eiri’s hands touched Ichigo’s ass, and the blond shifted to open his legs even wider. Eiri got off him and slipped between those long, smooth thighs, and touched his hands along the cleavage of his hip. His ass was taught, tight and lean, and Eiri didn’t know how he’d ever get in there. He was so tight, Eiri didn’t even have to feel his insides to know that. He was holding a tender virgin in his arms, a virgin who wanted all of him.

“Uuuu… uwahh, Eiri-kun, please, I want you inside of me.” Ichigo’s delicate request sent fire to Eiri’s groin. God, how much he wanted to bury himself inside this nobody and claim him for his own. Eiri breathed in his scent as he positioned himself, getting off to the aroma of Nivea for men and a hint of laundry detergent. The warm soapy smell was comforting, and Eiri decided to give Ichigo one more kiss on the cheek just to comfort him before his cock split the poor boy open. Eiri’s lips touched down, but Ichigo’s skin was beginning to feel a little clammy, and dry… like fabric, even. Eiri realized that he’d closed his eyes when he went for the kiss, and so naturally, he moved to open them—

And he was humping a pillow.

“Eiri-san, I think you were dreaming something nice, weren’t you?” Ichigo smiled, standing above Eiri with a flashlight in his hand. Eiri was laying down in the same bunk bed he’d been in before, but now it was actually evening and the band was putting themselves to sleep. Ichigo was in a form-fit white t-shirt and ass-tight blue sweatpants. He looked the very picture of a girl, if not for his slightly broad shoulders and tight hips. Eiri stared at him for just a moment, just long enough to realize that he wasn’t naked, wasn’t under him, and wasn’t screaming his name. Oh, and long enough to be really glad that he was laying on his belly, or else he’d be giving Ichigo one hell of a sight to see. Eiri preferred to view this as progress, rather than utter humiliation; After two weeks, the majority of his wet dreams weren’t about Haruna anymore. Could he stop fantasizing about him completely?