Word Count: 1,591
Summary: "Yes, Tora-shi? Why are you so...stiff?"
Pairing: Tora/Saga (Alice Nine)
Genre: HUMOR, smut
Warning: boys kissing, sexual acts between men, language
Disclaimer: I may not own the bands or the names used in these stories, but the story and the characters I created after these men are mine. This is a work of FICTION
A/N: Found this in my pile of unfinished stories on my comp and decided to finish it. =)
Saga’s hand slid up Tora’s thigh underneath the table for the umpteenth time causing the guitarist to shoot a dark look at him. The whole band had gone out for a celebration dinner after their final, but god damn it, Saga just couldn’t keep his hands off him.
Saga simply flashed Tora an innocent smile. “Is something wrong, Tora-shi?”
No, nothing at all, not a damn thing except the fact you keep trying to sexually molest me under the damn table! Tora sighed and went back to eating his food. He was sooo going to kill that man later…or at least make it so he couldn’t walk for a week. He smirked to himself until he felt Saga’s hand on his thigh again.
This time the bassist dragged his nails up Tora’s jean-clad thigh, stopping only when he was inches away from the spot Tora would rather those skilled fingers to be if they weren’t in such an exposed spot.
Tora squirmed uncomfortably. Hadn’t Saga been the one that was complaining about starving? So what the hell was the bassist doing torturing him instead of eating!?
“Tora, are you okay?” Nao asked, concerned.
The guitarist forced a smile upon his face. “Yup, just fine.” He bit his lip, biting back the groan as Saga’s hand neared his crotch. The bassist’s evil nails were sending delicious sparks of pleasure straight to his cock. Just great. Now what was he suppose to do?
Saga smirked as he watched Tora squirm from out of the corner of his eye. He slid his palm over the growing bulge in Tora’s pants, pressing the heel of his palm into it.
Tora nearly choked on the food he had shoved into his mouth. He tensed up as the bassist started to undo his pants all with one hand. That’s it! Tora needed to stop him and fast. He quickly grabbed the bassist’s wrist. “Saga…”
The bassist turned his smirking face to look at Tora. “Yes, Torashi? Why are you so… stiff?”
The elder man swallowed hard. What was the bassist trying to do to him?! He was so going to kill Saga later.
Saga pulled his hand away and leaned in closer, his lips inches from Tora’s ear. “Tora,” he purred only loud enough for the guitarist to hear him. “Let me touch you.”
“No,” Tora replied, forcing his attention on the food before him and trying to ignore the ache between his legs. Stupid Saga. How was he supposed to eat now? He crossed his legs under the table.
“But Tora you’re so hard.” He slid his hand down Tora’s thigh to his knee where he pulled the guitarists legs apart. “Let me fix it.”
“No, not here.”
“Oh? Are you going to get up and walk out of here with this then?” Saga slid his hand between Tora’s legs, groping the guitarist through his jeans.
“What are you guys talking about?” Shou asked, tearing his attention away from the food fight he was having with Hiroto. Big mistake, a ball of mashed potatoes hit him the side of the cheek.
“GUYS!” Nao glared at Hiroto. “Can’t you two at least act civilized? We’re in a nice restaurant for crying out loud.”
“Yes…civilized,” Tora agreed, directing his commenting more at the bassist then at the two grown men across the table.
Shou lifted his own potatoes, ready to throw them back when Nao caught his wrist.
“Shou, drop it.” There was a slight smirk on Nao’s face. He wanted to laugh but he was trying to hide it.
The vocalist shrugged, a smirk forming across his lips. “Okay.” He released the potatoes, letting them fall right into the drummer’s lap.
Hiroto burst out giggling as the drummer leapt to his feet in shock.
“Your turn Pon!” Shou pounced on the giggling guitarist causing them both to fall to the floor.
Saga smirked. “They wouldn’t even notice. Look, Shou is drunk off his ass and besides there’s a table cloth blocking anyone’s wandering eyes.” He began groping the guitarist’s crotch again.
“Saga,” Tora hissed just loud enough for the other to hear, glaring at his lover. “You cock hungry little slut.”
The younger’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Only for yours,” he purred. He leaned in and kissed Tora, tugging on the guitarist’s upper lip with his teeth and sucking on it gently. “You’re so hard, Tora. Let me touch it. I’ll make you feel so good baby.”
The guitarist chewed his lip, nervously looking around. No one was looking, no one even cared.
Saga took the elder’s silence as a sign to continue. He quickly popped the button on Tora’s pants with one hand, but the zipper proved a little trickier. “A little help please?”
Tora wanted to laugh at Saga’s frustration, but he was unable to concentrate much as the bassist’s hand massaged his thigh. He reached down under the table and quickly undid his own zipper before returning his attention back onto his food, or at least making it look like that was what he was doing.
The bassist smirked and snaked his fingers back up Tora’s thigh and straight into the guitarist’s pants.
Tora bit his lip hard as Saga’s cool fingers pulled his cock free of his pants. A soft noise escaped his lips as the bassist started stroking him, teasingly. “Stop teasing,” he demanded. “Just hurry up.”
“Demanding aren’t we,” Saga chuckled, slowly sliding his hand down to the base of Tora’s cock and then back up against, pausing to run his thumb over the head and dip his nail into the slit causing precum go ooze out over his finger.
Tora dropped his fork with a loud clatter and squeezed his eyes out, trying desperately not to make any noise.
“Tora, seriously, what is wrong?” Nao asked. Shou and Hiroto shot worried looks at their friend as well making Tora nervous.
The guitarist groaned, a bit out of embarrassment, but mainly due to the movement of Saga’s wonderfully skilled fingers. He rest his forehead in his palm with his elbow resting on the table. “Fuck…”
“Tora-chan, has an ache,” Saga said, all but snickering. “In his head! He just wants release, poor baby.” He slid his fingers down to the base again and into Tora’s pants, massaging the guitarist’s balls before he began pumping the elder’s length at a quick pace.
Tora really wanted to hurt his boyfriend right then, but damn Saga’s hand felt wonderful. His free hand reached down to grip the edge of the chair as he had to force his hips to remain still. He had to admit, being in public with the threat of being caught at any moment was making it so much more pleasurable.
“Aw, Tora-shi, would you like some tylonal?” Hiroto asked, concerned for Tora.
“No…fine,” Tora gasped. His breathing was coming out fast, his chest raising and falling rapidly. “I want…Saga to massage…mngh…”
Saga squeezed Tora’s length in just the right way making the guitarist forget what he was saying and moan. He slid his palm over the head, collecting the precum that had leaked out and used it as lubricant. He sped up his hand movement.
Tora’s body shook. It was becoming increasingly harder for him to contain himself and not moan out loud.
“You make no sense Tora-kun,” Shou said. “Are you sure you don’t want any headache relief?”
“Soon,” Tora mumbled, and Saga smirked knowing just what Tora meant by that.
Saga stopped his hand movement and slid his thumb teasingly slow over the head, massaging the over sensitive flesh and smearing around the sticky mess already steadily leaking. Tora was indeed very close, Saga could tell. He leaned over close, nuzzling his face into Tora’s hair almost looking sympathetic, but Tora knew better.
The guitarist shivered when he felt Saga’s hot breath on his ear. His cock throbbed painfully, begging for release, begging to be brought to completion. “Ah, please...” he whispered softly, only loud enough for Saga to hear.
Saga chuckled quietly, pumping Tora’s cock roughly. “Cum for me Tora,” he purred seductively low, almost a growl. “Let yourself go.”
It was then Tora felt the heat, the tingling warmth of his orgasm spreading through his body. It suddenly erupted causing stars to dance before his eyes as blinding pleasure coursed through his body. He suddenly didn’t care about he stares he was getting as he moaned loudly. He released all over the underside of the table and onto Saga’s hands and continued riding out the waves of pleasure until he was spent.
Saga smirked triumphantly as Tora slumped in his chair. He quickly pulled his hand away and hid it under the table where he wiped it off with a napkin.
Tora lazily put himself away before he let his eyes slowly flutter open. His breathing was slowly returning to normal. “Damn…”
“What was that about?” Nao asked, wide eyed and embarrassed by the stares they were all recieving.
Tora laughed. “Nothing my naive friend. Let’s just go back to the hotel room now, okay? I have some business I have to take care of and I believe I’m still feeling a little uncomfortable.”
Saga nodded smiling a grin that even lit up his eyes. He stood and held out his hand for Tora. It was clear he was struggling not to laugh. “Hm, right. I’ll escort him back. See you guys later!”
The elder guitarist stood and taking his boyfriend’s hand dragged Saga out of the restaurant without so much as another word.