Back Stage Pass

A request fic from deviantArt!

Shuichi bounded off the stage and down the corridor to the green room, adrenaline rushing through his veins. This had been one of the best gigs of his life and he was buzzing. The band had been tight, he knew he’d sung well and the crowd had lapped it up. He felt like he was about to explode!

Standing just a little way down the corridor was the love of his life, the someone he couldn’t wait to see. His blond hair was drifting in to his eyes and he had a somewhat smug smile on his face. The performance tonight had been all for him.

Shuichi took a massive gulp from a bottle of water he had been handed, relishing the cool liquid inside. He was warm and sticky. His stage costume was clinging to him, making a certain Eiri Yuki’s mouth water as he stood in front of him. He had been dancing and jumping around for nearly an hour and he looked flushed. And very, very sexy.

“Man, we rocked!” Hiro said, putting his guitar down and high-fiving a rather hyperactive Shuichi.

“That gig kicked ass! What did you think Yuki?”

Shuichi jumped over to Eiri and stood right in front of him, gazing up at him with wide eyes and a massive grin. Eiri merely shrugged his shoulders and folded his arms over his chest. Shuichi pouted.

“Yuuuuuukkkkiiiii!” His hands balled into fists and his lip quivered. He looked like he was about to cry.

“Ok, ok . . . damn brat . . . it was alright if you like that kind of thing.”

“Yay!”

Shuichi jumped up and down on the spot a few times, clapping his hands, and then flung himself into Eiri’s arms. He wrapped his legs around his waist and grinned at him. Alright was a huge compliment coming from the grumpy author. Eiri wrapped his arms around the thin waist of the pink haired singer, clamping down to try and hold him still.

“Do you like my outfit?” He whispered in Eiri’s ear.

Shuichi grinned mischievously. He had deliberately chosen the outfit to appeal to his lover. He knew what Eiri liked him in . . .

Eiri looked again at the outfit Shuichi had chosen. Knee high boots, skin tight shorts and a top with crossed chains on the front. Oh did he ever . . .

“It‘s ok.”

He dropped Shuichi and began to walk to the dressing room where there were drinks, snacks and showers waiting for the band. He’d had to put Shuichi down. The close proximity to the squirming singer was starting to get him very excited. He could feel his cock beginning to swell and lengthen. He swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to will it back down and then subtly adjusted his boxers and trousers to be more comfortable. Behind him he could hear the mad gabbling of his boyfriend as he talked to his boss and the other band members. He shook his head. Who needed to give Shuichi sugar when he was like this most of the time anyway?

Eiri pushed open the door to the dressing room and dropped into the most comfortable chair he could find. He watched the band walk through the door, his eyes immediately drawn to the agile and toned body of his lover. Gods he was delicious.

The chatter continued for about another ten minutes before Shuichi’s face began to change, He never minded getting hot and sticky, but he didn’t like to stay in that state after the fun was over. He was slowly coming down from the gig induced high and realising just how sweaty and uncomfortable he was. Right in front of everyone he scrunched his nose up and began to peel his top of. The rest of the band and the management team watched for a second but then went back to their original conversations. Shuichi had always been a show off.

“Ewwww!”

Shuichi held the top at arms length for a few seconds and then dropped it in a heap on the floor, the chains rattling against each other. Eiri’s eyes followed the top to the floor and then shot back up when his brain finally got the message. Shuichi was topless.

Eiri watched closely as his lover rubbed his hands over his glistening chest, so toned, so supple. Those delicate pink nipples were beginning to peak as Shuichi tried to brush off the dirt and sweat he had accumulated during the set. But it wasn’t working. He looked around the room at the various doors, finally locating the showers.

“Ah ha!” He exclaimed, leaning down to undo his boots. “I’m gonna shower. I feel icky.”

A series of noises that generally meant ‘ok’ followed. The rest of the band, the management and all the usual hangers on dived in to the food and drink that had been laid out for the band. Hiro made a quick job of hiding the strawberry Pocky for Shuichi.

Eiri watched his lover grab his rucksack with spare clothes and then walk into the shower room. He had a rather naughty idea in his head. His lust and desire were growing as the images of what was going on behind that door played in front of his eyes.

He timed it so he gave Shuichi three minutes before he couldn’t hold back any longer and then he began to walk towards the shower room. All the others in the green room were so engrossed in eating, drinking and talking that they hadn’t even noticed that Eiri had been sat down. Let alone that he was now standing up and moving towards the room Shuichi was in. Alone.

Eiri slipped inside as quietly as possible and closed the door gently behind him. He turned the lock and then began to slowly peel off his own clothes, adding them to the pile on the floor. Shuichi was singing ‘Smashing Blue’ at the top of his lungs. Eiri smiled to himself. Perfect. His approach would not be noticed until it was too late.

The last thing Eiri removed was his glasses. He folded these and placed them carefully on the ledge that once held a stack of fluffy towels which were now strewn all over the floor. It wasn’t hard to tell that hurricane Shuichi had entered the building. Once he was naked he turned to face the shower cubicle. There, with his back to him, was a very naked and very wet Shuichi.

Eiri licked his lips as he watched his lover shower. His hair was down and hanging over his shoulders, the pink darker than when it was dry. His body was swaying to the beat in his head as he sang, his hips moving provocatively. There were soap bubbles sliding down his back and gliding between his ass cheeks. And his whole body was glistening. Eiri let out a moan as he took in the sight before him.

Loosing patience, and suffering because of the throbbing of the rock hard cock between his legs, he stormed forward and yanked open the shower door, climbing in directly behind his wet lover. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him flat against him, Shuichi letting out a small scream at the shock.

“Yuki!”

Eiri pushed his hips forward in to Shuichi and got a moan in response. Shuichi was delighted to notice that Eiri was hard. And by the way his hands were sliding all over Shuichi’s body, he was also very horny.

“Lean forward.” Eiri demanded.

Shuichi leant forward, his hands pressing into the wall and his ass pressing against Eiri. Eiri took a small step backwards and palmed the two cheeks that had been pressing in to his groin. He rubbed them gently and then let his fingers dig in between them. Shuichi moaned as they circled his hole.

“Please Yuki . . .”

He didn’t need asking twice.

Eiri let his finger slowly slide inside Shuichi, who offered no resistance at all. He moaned at the blissful intrusion and pushed himself back onto the invading digit. Eiri slowly pushed his finger in and out of the tight space until Shuichi was writhing on it and begging for more.

“Please Yuki. It’s not enough.”

Using the water as lube he roughly shoved in a second finger and Shuichi gritted his teeth and grunted. Eiri began to scissor his fingers, stretching out his lover to get him ready for his impressive length. Shuichi was soon shivering and gasping at the contact, the feeling of Eiri’s fingers inside him, driving his body heat through the roof. Eiri curled his fingers, aiming for a spot inside the writhing body in front of him. It took a couple of seconds but eventually he found it. Shuichi cried out and clenched around Eiri’s fingers, panting hard.

“Yes Eiri. Fuck, yes!”

Shuichi’s chest was heaving, his face red. His lips were parted and his eyes closed, the water sheeting over him. Eiri was becoming impatient. He was hard, horny and was sure he was leaking. He needed to be inside his lover as soon as possible.

Continuing to stroke his prostate, Eiri slid in a third and final finger. He thrust them in and out, twisting and scissoring as he did, returning to Shuichi’s prostate every few thrusts. His lover was a trembling mess.

“Please . . . Yuki . . . please . . . I need you . . . now!”

Yuki smiled and pulled his fingers out of a desperate Shuichi before lining up the tip of his cock with his hole. He wrapped his arms around Shuichi’s chest and then pushed himself inside, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.

“Yessssssssssssssss!”

Shuichi arched his back and cried out, his lover filling him completely and hitting his prostate as he did. From here on all Shuichi could do was lean back into his lover while his body was assaulted with thrust after thrust. He moaned and shook as Eiri’s impressive length was slipping in and out of him. He moaned louder as he felt Eiri’s lips begin to caress his neck and his hand slip round the front and grasp his cock.

“Oh . . . Yuki . . . yes!”

Eiri began to stroke Shuichi in time with his thrusts, letting his palm slide over the tip and occasionally reaching down to cup his balls. Shuichi’s head dropped back on top Eiri’s shoulder and his mouth opened wider, his breath coming in ragged pants. Eiri hit his prostate again, causing Shuichi to scream.

“So . . . so . . . close!” Shuichi managed to moan.

Eiri sped up his thrusts, his hand moving faster over Shuichi’s throbbing erection. Eiri’s other hand slid up his chest and began to tease a nipple, pinching it and rolling it between his fingers. Eiri began to moan into Shuichi’s ear, his own orgasm rapidly approaching.

“G . . . gods Shuichi . . . you feel . . . so damn . . . good.”

Eiri could feel his balls drawing up and his breath hitching. A tight heaviness was settling in his stomach.

“Gods Shuichi . . . I’m gonna . . . I’m gonna . . . nnnggghhh!”

Eiri’s body jerked forward as he finally gave in to his orgasm, a wave of pure pleasure sweeping through him. He held on tight to the amazing body of his lover as he emptied in to him, the aftershocks making him tremble. The next thing Eiri knew Shuichi was clamping around him and crying out, his own orgasm exploding over Eiri’s hand.

When both had sated themselves they slid down to the bottom of the shower and lay in a tangled heap, arms and legs wrapped around each other. Shuichi began to giggle and soon Eiri was laughing along with him.

Outside the door the crowd that had gathered began to laugh too.