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Adult ++
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9
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5,154
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Caught Red-Handed
6. Caught Red-Handed
It just wasn’t right.
“Damn it, this is why you write the lyrics, Shu,” said Hiro, disgusted. He’d written the lyrics himself, lyrics about a lonely man, seeing love all around him and wanting to experience it. They were good lyrics, heartfelt—hell, they should be, Hiro thought, since they were his own true feelings. And on paper the lyrics sounded good. But somehow, when Shuichi sung them, they didn’t quite have the right sound.
They tried again and again, but it just, well, seemed a bit off. The guitar solo of Hiro’s had gone right the first time—and the second—and the third—and the eighth time. No, the problem was Shuichi just didn’t sound lonely, no matter how he tried.
Even K could see he was trying. Tonight Yuki was taking Shuichi out to an elegant restaurant where a glass of water cost more than an entire meal at Denny’s. But considering that it was unlike Shuichi would have worked so hard on the song if Yuki was being cold to him, well, it was unreasonable to wish that maybe the couple wasn’t quite getting along so well. A little heartbreak was what they needed right now—oh! K felt like a fool for not having thought of the solution before.
A double bribe was in order here—yes, he could use more than lead and his favorite gun to motivate people. He might be blonde, but he wasn’t blonde.
So when Shuichi’s phone rang as they discussed maybe changing the key of the song, he yelled about interruptions and waived his magnum about as usual. When Shuichi’s shoulders slumped, and he dashed out into the hall with his phone, K tried not to feel guilty. When the singer returned with tears in his violet eyes and a trembling lip, he ruthlessly ordered another take.
Ah, magic! Shuichi’s voice was like liquid loneliness, and one of the sound technicians was openly crying before the last notes were sung. In fact a lot of eyes looked suspiciously bright. K congratulated himself—he was a genius. The downside of course was that no other work could be done today—Shuichi raced off to the bathroom as soon as the take was over, and K said they could all go home.
*
Shuichi shut himself in the bathroom stall, tears running out of his eyes. Yuki had called up, sounding very annoyed, and said, “Don’t expect me to take you out to dinner tonight, brat.” When Shuichi had asked why, Yuki had said, “It’s your fault.” But he hadn’t explained, even when Shuichi had apologized not knowing what he done and begged. He’d said, “Call me when you are finished for the day. Go into that stall in the bathroom where we fucked and call me. If you do that, I’ll tell you why.” So here he was in the large handicapped stall. With trembling hands, Shuichi hit the speed dial button for Yuki.
“Shuichi,” said Yuki’s voice, sounding nothing like earlier. “Are you there, right where I fucked you?”
“Yes,” said Shuichi, his eyes blinking, confused.
“I wish I was there with you right now, Shu,” said Yuki.
“Y-yuki!” gasped Shuichi, confused. Yuki didn’t say things like that.
“You know you are my one and only fuckhole, the sweetest and best, don’t you?”
“I-I am?”
“Yes, Shuichi, you are. Is your cock hard?”
“Yuki!”
“Answer me.”
“Ahhhhhhh, yes, Yuki, yes,” breathed out Shuichi.
“Tell me what you are wearing on that cute body of yours, brat.”
“Yuki! Oh, god, Yuki, I’m wearing my white ruffled shirt over my pink faux snakeskin pants, with the purple boots.”
“No underwear?”
“No, Yuki, n-no underwear. Oh, Yuki, what did I do to make you mad?”
“You didn’t sing sadly enough for K., and that bastard called me,” replied Yuki. “But if you are a good boy, I’ll still take you out.”
“You will? Oh, Yuki! Yuki! Oh my god, K. called you?” exclaimed Shuichi, happiness and shock competing in his brain.
“Do you want to go out tonight?”
“Yes!”
“Then I want you to unzip those tight pink pants and pull out your cock now, brat,” said Yuki.
“Yuki!”
“Is it out?”
“Yes,” moaned Shuichi.
“Good, now make it wet, Shu, make it good and wet,” said Yuki in a soft growl.
“Oooh!! Ahhh!!”
“That’s it, let me hear you.”
And Shuichi, jerking his cock, was lost in pleasure, moaning and whimpering.
*
“You did WHAT?” cried Hiro, raising his arm to punch K. Suguru quickly seized it, knowing that more bullet damage would only get Tohma mad at them all.
“Hiro, forget him. Let’s go find Shuichi; he needs us,” urged Bad Luck’s green-haired syth player.
Hiro let himself be dragged away by Suguru. Anyone that made Shu cry on purpose was someone he had a problem with. Angry, he thought about ways to make K suffer for what he had done all the way to the bathroom. But when he and Suguru had entered the room, Hiro forgot everything but Shuichi. Oh, god, his poor friend—he was moaning, whimpering, groaning. Normally he cried or sobbed; he must really feel heart-broken. That fucking bastard K!
“Shu! Shu! Hey, it’s me,” said Hiro, knocking on the stall door softly.
“Ahhhh! Go awayyyyy!” moaned his best friend.
Hiro and Suguru exchanged glances. They both knew that if Shuichi when into a big depression that could really hold up the cd. And not only that, they really cared for the pink-haired singer, yes, even Suguru couldn’t help but like Shuichi—most of the time.
“Let’s force the door,” mouthed Suguru.
And Hiro raised up three fingers, counting down. On one, the two of them smashed open the door to the large handicapped stall Shuichi was in.
Three voices screamed. Shuichi’s cum flew out, making Hiro and Suguru scream more and scramble back to avoid it, backing out of the stall.
“Get the fuck out now,” said a cold hard voice behind them, making them both scream again. It was the voice of Eiri Yuki, who looked very, very capable of murdering someone. Both Hiro and Suguru flew out the bathroom, instinct and adrenaline giving them speed.
In the hallway, Suguru cursed. “Damn, why did he act like he caught us doing something dirty? Shuichi was the one acting dirty!”
“They were on the phone,” said Hiro, his voice a little dazed, for the memory of what Shuichi looked like coming was now engraved in his brain.
“I need a fucking drink,” said Suguru.
“Me, too,” said Hiro.
“God, he’s not going to beat us up is he?” asked Suguru.
“Who?” asked Hiro.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” cried Suguru.
*
In the bathroom, Yuki cleaned off his lover and zipped up those tight, tight pink pants. He kissed away all Shuichi’s worries about being caught red-handed masturbating at work, leading his lover out to his sports car. By the time the 5,000 yen appetitizer was served to Shuichi, he’d completely forgotten everything but that he was on a date with Yuki, a sexy, aroused Yuki who was occasionally caressing him under the elegant linen-covered table, occasionally pushing Shu’s hand into his own lap. At one point, the waiter caught them red-handed, but it really didn’t matter—a huge tip ensured discretion.
On the way home, Yuki thought with satisfaction that Shuichi didn’t have to get up early and go into work—that had been part of K’s bribe for his mean phone call. Hmmm, tonight might be a good night to experiment with that new toy he’d ordered over the internet. Yeah, taking Shuichi out occasionally wasn’t bad, wasn’t bad at all.
*
In a small bar close by N-G studios, Suguru and Hiro were wasted. “Hmm, Suguru, do ya thinks it feels good?” asked Hiro.
“Whhat?” asked Suguru with a slur.
“Ya know, like what Shu does.”
“What?” demanded Suguru, his voice sharper. He reached for the full glass of water in front of him and took a sip, thinking maybe it was time to sober up.
“Buttsex,” said Hiro, making Suguru spray the table with his water.
“You’re acting like Shu,” said Hiro, grinning.
They both began to giggle. When the barmaid came by to wipe up the water, they ordered another bottle. Drinking hadn’t yet succeeded in wiping away the memories of what they had seen. It probably never would, but Hiro and Suguru were going to give it their best effort, no matter how many bottles it took.
It just wasn’t right.
“Damn it, this is why you write the lyrics, Shu,” said Hiro, disgusted. He’d written the lyrics himself, lyrics about a lonely man, seeing love all around him and wanting to experience it. They were good lyrics, heartfelt—hell, they should be, Hiro thought, since they were his own true feelings. And on paper the lyrics sounded good. But somehow, when Shuichi sung them, they didn’t quite have the right sound.
They tried again and again, but it just, well, seemed a bit off. The guitar solo of Hiro’s had gone right the first time—and the second—and the third—and the eighth time. No, the problem was Shuichi just didn’t sound lonely, no matter how he tried.
Even K could see he was trying. Tonight Yuki was taking Shuichi out to an elegant restaurant where a glass of water cost more than an entire meal at Denny’s. But considering that it was unlike Shuichi would have worked so hard on the song if Yuki was being cold to him, well, it was unreasonable to wish that maybe the couple wasn’t quite getting along so well. A little heartbreak was what they needed right now—oh! K felt like a fool for not having thought of the solution before.
A double bribe was in order here—yes, he could use more than lead and his favorite gun to motivate people. He might be blonde, but he wasn’t blonde.
So when Shuichi’s phone rang as they discussed maybe changing the key of the song, he yelled about interruptions and waived his magnum about as usual. When Shuichi’s shoulders slumped, and he dashed out into the hall with his phone, K tried not to feel guilty. When the singer returned with tears in his violet eyes and a trembling lip, he ruthlessly ordered another take.
Ah, magic! Shuichi’s voice was like liquid loneliness, and one of the sound technicians was openly crying before the last notes were sung. In fact a lot of eyes looked suspiciously bright. K congratulated himself—he was a genius. The downside of course was that no other work could be done today—Shuichi raced off to the bathroom as soon as the take was over, and K said they could all go home.
*
Shuichi shut himself in the bathroom stall, tears running out of his eyes. Yuki had called up, sounding very annoyed, and said, “Don’t expect me to take you out to dinner tonight, brat.” When Shuichi had asked why, Yuki had said, “It’s your fault.” But he hadn’t explained, even when Shuichi had apologized not knowing what he done and begged. He’d said, “Call me when you are finished for the day. Go into that stall in the bathroom where we fucked and call me. If you do that, I’ll tell you why.” So here he was in the large handicapped stall. With trembling hands, Shuichi hit the speed dial button for Yuki.
“Shuichi,” said Yuki’s voice, sounding nothing like earlier. “Are you there, right where I fucked you?”
“Yes,” said Shuichi, his eyes blinking, confused.
“I wish I was there with you right now, Shu,” said Yuki.
“Y-yuki!” gasped Shuichi, confused. Yuki didn’t say things like that.
“You know you are my one and only fuckhole, the sweetest and best, don’t you?”
“I-I am?”
“Yes, Shuichi, you are. Is your cock hard?”
“Yuki!”
“Answer me.”
“Ahhhhhhh, yes, Yuki, yes,” breathed out Shuichi.
“Tell me what you are wearing on that cute body of yours, brat.”
“Yuki! Oh, god, Yuki, I’m wearing my white ruffled shirt over my pink faux snakeskin pants, with the purple boots.”
“No underwear?”
“No, Yuki, n-no underwear. Oh, Yuki, what did I do to make you mad?”
“You didn’t sing sadly enough for K., and that bastard called me,” replied Yuki. “But if you are a good boy, I’ll still take you out.”
“You will? Oh, Yuki! Yuki! Oh my god, K. called you?” exclaimed Shuichi, happiness and shock competing in his brain.
“Do you want to go out tonight?”
“Yes!”
“Then I want you to unzip those tight pink pants and pull out your cock now, brat,” said Yuki.
“Yuki!”
“Is it out?”
“Yes,” moaned Shuichi.
“Good, now make it wet, Shu, make it good and wet,” said Yuki in a soft growl.
“Oooh!! Ahhh!!”
“That’s it, let me hear you.”
And Shuichi, jerking his cock, was lost in pleasure, moaning and whimpering.
*
“You did WHAT?” cried Hiro, raising his arm to punch K. Suguru quickly seized it, knowing that more bullet damage would only get Tohma mad at them all.
“Hiro, forget him. Let’s go find Shuichi; he needs us,” urged Bad Luck’s green-haired syth player.
Hiro let himself be dragged away by Suguru. Anyone that made Shu cry on purpose was someone he had a problem with. Angry, he thought about ways to make K suffer for what he had done all the way to the bathroom. But when he and Suguru had entered the room, Hiro forgot everything but Shuichi. Oh, god, his poor friend—he was moaning, whimpering, groaning. Normally he cried or sobbed; he must really feel heart-broken. That fucking bastard K!
“Shu! Shu! Hey, it’s me,” said Hiro, knocking on the stall door softly.
“Ahhhh! Go awayyyyy!” moaned his best friend.
Hiro and Suguru exchanged glances. They both knew that if Shuichi when into a big depression that could really hold up the cd. And not only that, they really cared for the pink-haired singer, yes, even Suguru couldn’t help but like Shuichi—most of the time.
“Let’s force the door,” mouthed Suguru.
And Hiro raised up three fingers, counting down. On one, the two of them smashed open the door to the large handicapped stall Shuichi was in.
Three voices screamed. Shuichi’s cum flew out, making Hiro and Suguru scream more and scramble back to avoid it, backing out of the stall.
“Get the fuck out now,” said a cold hard voice behind them, making them both scream again. It was the voice of Eiri Yuki, who looked very, very capable of murdering someone. Both Hiro and Suguru flew out the bathroom, instinct and adrenaline giving them speed.
In the hallway, Suguru cursed. “Damn, why did he act like he caught us doing something dirty? Shuichi was the one acting dirty!”
“They were on the phone,” said Hiro, his voice a little dazed, for the memory of what Shuichi looked like coming was now engraved in his brain.
“I need a fucking drink,” said Suguru.
“Me, too,” said Hiro.
“God, he’s not going to beat us up is he?” asked Suguru.
“Who?” asked Hiro.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” cried Suguru.
*
In the bathroom, Yuki cleaned off his lover and zipped up those tight, tight pink pants. He kissed away all Shuichi’s worries about being caught red-handed masturbating at work, leading his lover out to his sports car. By the time the 5,000 yen appetitizer was served to Shuichi, he’d completely forgotten everything but that he was on a date with Yuki, a sexy, aroused Yuki who was occasionally caressing him under the elegant linen-covered table, occasionally pushing Shu’s hand into his own lap. At one point, the waiter caught them red-handed, but it really didn’t matter—a huge tip ensured discretion.
On the way home, Yuki thought with satisfaction that Shuichi didn’t have to get up early and go into work—that had been part of K’s bribe for his mean phone call. Hmmm, tonight might be a good night to experiment with that new toy he’d ordered over the internet. Yeah, taking Shuichi out occasionally wasn’t bad, wasn’t bad at all.
*
In a small bar close by N-G studios, Suguru and Hiro were wasted. “Hmm, Suguru, do ya thinks it feels good?” asked Hiro.
“Whhat?” asked Suguru with a slur.
“Ya know, like what Shu does.”
“What?” demanded Suguru, his voice sharper. He reached for the full glass of water in front of him and took a sip, thinking maybe it was time to sober up.
“Buttsex,” said Hiro, making Suguru spray the table with his water.
“You’re acting like Shu,” said Hiro, grinning.
They both began to giggle. When the barmaid came by to wipe up the water, they ordered another bottle. Drinking hadn’t yet succeeded in wiping away the memories of what they had seen. It probably never would, but Hiro and Suguru were going to give it their best effort, no matter how many bottles it took.