Peek a boo- I saw you

Disclaimer- I make no money or get anything for writing about these sexy men, but it would be nice!

Peek a boo, I saw you

The N-G Studios had just undergone another major remodeling. At least this time it was because Chairman of the Board Seguchi Tohma was sick of the wallpaper and the carpeting, not because some lame-brained female American idiot with a crush on one of N-G's superstars tried to blow the building up. Rage's recall to the United States by her father to oversee new talent in the Northern Hemisphere was a blessing to everyone connected to N-G. Shindou Shuichi and Sakuma Ryuichi were finally going to be left alone and their respective groups, Bad Luck amd Nittle Grasper, were finally going to be allowed to make music their way and not some strange alternative-techno way like Rage was trying.

There were still a few minor completions to be done, but nothing that the remodeling crew couldn't handle, except for Studio A- Nittle Grasper's exclusive studio for composing, rehearsing and recording. No other group EVER used THAT studio, nor stepped foot into it without the expressed permission of one Seguchi Tohma. Since he and the other two members of Nittle Grasper were overseeing exactly how they wanted that studio to be, it was up to them and only them to get whatever was needed and arrange it in the rooms.

Studio A was set up in three sections. First was the composing or ready room with a specially constructed desk of the finest wood, three matching chairs with the most comfortable cushioning and two synthesizers. A small, almost what you could call living room, was set up in one of the corners of the room with a long, brown leather sofa, matching overstuffed chair and a coffee table. A special little high chair, made of the same materials was there too. Afterall, Kumoguro went nowhere without Ryuichi and visa versa. All members- living and not quite living had to have their places.

Many nights had been spent by the group in that room when they were brainstorming songs and coordinating other Nittle Grasper business. In the room was also a corner space left vacant except for the cushioned chair that could be used when the need for a guitarist arose. The only guitarist permitted in that room for the past year had been Nakano Hiroshi, otherwise known as the guitarist for M-G's other supergroup- Bad Luck. Although his talents were not used often due to the superior synthesizer work of Grasper's leader Seguchi Tohma and his protege and co-synthesiszer player Ukai Noriko, there were times that a good guitarist could make a good song great. Nakano Hiroshi won that position through a lot of nagging from Sakuma-san who could wear Tohma down to his knees crying if he didn't get his way. Having Bad Luck's lead singer, Shuichi Shindo, as a his best friend and constantly tauting Nakano's abilities on guitar didn't hurt either.

Back to the remodeling: Section two was the recording booth for the studio. Only the most high tech equipment was in this room, and only Tohma and Ryuichi usually sat in that room when recordings were being mixed. Three other persons who were never recognized on any CD cover were allowed in that room and their job was to mix and adjust whatever needed adjusting on the motherboard while CD's were actually being made; and it was impossible for Tohma and Ryuichi to be in two places at one time. Those three unnamed persons never spoke to anyone about anything that happened or was heard inside Studio A. It was as if Tohma had microphones wherever they went.

Once, a former mixing master that worked for N-G was somehow overheard saying that the group had a minor disagreement over the chords to be used on a refrain on a filler song for a CD. Within an hour that person was out of the building and the last anyone heard, was living somewhere close to the north pole in Greenland. Tohma wanted everything Nittle Grasper did to be kept completely secretative until its release on CD or by him to the press. What Tohma wanted, Tohma got. He was and still is considered one of the most powerful and feared businessmen in all of Tokyo, no make that Japan.

Section three of the Studio A was the actual recording studio. The soundproofing for that room was the best in he business. Not a note could escape that room unless both of sound-proofed double set of doors was left wide open- and that NEVER happened. Keys for each set of doors were different and were in the possession of Tohma, Ryuichi and Noriko only. Even Hiroshi didn't have a set of keys. If his services were needed in that room, one of the other three got him and let him in.

It was an ordinary enough looking studio for such a prestigious group, but there was nothing ordinary about it. Even the chairs had soundproof padding on them, the synthesizers made the ones in the working room look like children's toys. And let's not forget the guitars. Fender specially made the seven guitars that were eloquently stationed where Nakano Hiroshi sat. It was said that on one CD, all seven would be used just because they made the slightest difference when played behind Ryuichi's magnificent voice. Of course, that did come from the person now living near the North Pole and never confirmed nor denied by Tohma, Ryuichi, Noriko or Hiro. But one always noticed during concerts that there were always multiple guitar stands on stage when Nittle Grasper was singing, but with all attention being paid the man with the most beautiful J-pop voice in all of Japan as frontman, who would pay attention to the guitarist in the background shadows?

Now, it was the last day of remodelling and Tohma was in a hurry to get the work room finished. He wanted special lumbar cushions for the chairs and special pens and music sheets to be used. Since only those three were allowed in that room now that the actual construction was done, Noriko volunteered to get the needed items. Any heavy boxes would be brought to the floor by maintenance staff, but Tohma and Ryuichi would actually carry them in the room. It was just about 10:30am and Noriko gave a chaste kiss on the forehead to each of her bandmates and scampered out the door. "I'll probably be gone about four hours, maybe more. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she waved as she left the two men she had known and worked with most of her life. The two men laughed at that and continued setting everything exactly where they wanted it.

It only took about an hour to arrange everything that was already there when Tohma and Ryuichi got done. They needed the items Noriko was sent to get to complete the makeover. The question was, what were they going to do for three or more hours. Well, it was close enough to noon for lunch, so the two decided to try a new small Italian restaurant just down the street from the studio. It was tauted to have the best fried calamari with squid ink dipping sauce in the world. Since both men loved calamari, it was a great time to go, and they did. They locked all the doors, checked them twice and headed out to lunch.

The new restaurant was run by two Italian/Japanese men who did most of the main duties themselves. One would greet clients and seat them, sometimes take initial drink orders, while the other stayed in the kitchen to supervise everything. If the food wasn't perfect, it didn't leave the kitchen. (Sounds a lot like a certain record company executive we know of.)

Tohma and Ryuichi walked in shortly after the establishment opened for business that day and were immediately recognized by one of the owners. Without causing too much of a to-do over these prestigious men, they were led to a quiet, somewhat secluded booth where they could watch the comings and goings of the restaurant in relative abiguity, while still not be ignored when they wanted something. The first thing that was placed before the two music giants was a free bottle of house wine. It was from a vineyard that the owners' families co-owned and ran for three generations. How could Tohma or Ryuichi refuse such a fine gift. It was a fine red wine, delicate bouquet and left no aftertaste to ruin the palate of the eater. Since the reason the restaurant was chosen was the seafood, that is what was ordered. By the time the oversized platters of calamari were delivered and devoured by the men of music, two bottles of the house wine had been consumed also, making Ryuichi more than a bit tipsy, and Tohma, well- he felt no pain. And the calamari was indeed the best tasting they ever had.

Somehow, the two men made it back to the N-G building in one piece and in remarkably good spirits. They waved hello to the receptionist, got in the executive private elevator and went to Studio A's workroom. Tohma fumbled the first set of keys but finally opened the outer doors, Ryuichi already had the second set of keys for the other doors out and quickly got those doors opened. The doors closed and just like they were set up to do, autolocked behind the two men who entered. (I wonder what would happen if all three of the members of Nittle Grasper left their keys at home, or worse, locked in that room? Oh well- things to ponder.)

Tohma was in a really good mood and Ryuichi was in one of his playful moods. That usually led to trouble, and today was no exception. No one knows for certain who decided that the new couch needed to be tested out for softness and durability, but it only took the two men about thirty seconds to make it over and plop down next to each other.

The next several minutes are a blank, since no one was really there to see how things progressed, but Noriko arrived back at the studio a bit earlier than she expected. All items on her checklist were there, piled outside the doors to Studio A's ready-room- as she liked to call it. She got out her keys and opened the first set of doors, walked a few steps and those doors autoclosed and locked. She used the second set of keys to open the doors and got a little more than an eyeful of her two partners than she expected. It's a good thing that the first set of doors had closed and locked, because Nori stood in the doorway of the second set of doors, froze and silently watched her partners.

Strewn on the floor of the living space were two sets of shirts, slacks, shoes, socks and boxers. On the brand new couch were Tohma and Ryuichi in what one could call a compromising position. Ryuichi was half lying/ half sitting at one end of the couch with his head reclining on the oversized rolled arm of the furniture. His body was stretched out across the couch, with one leg propped on the back of the couch and the other lazily dangling over the side of the couch, his foot barely touching the floor. He was moaning and half singing one of their favorite songs.

For his part, Tohma was on the couch too, but he was more or less on his hands and knees, calves and ankles perched on the other rolled arm of the couch. His head was even with Ryuichi's crotch and from her vantage point, she could see that Ryuichi was the recipient of a most enjoyable blowjob from his synthesizer-come-boss. It didn't take more than a few minutes of this mesmerizing site before Ryuichi's voice got quite loud and then Tohma's head lowered one final time as Ryuichi orgasmed. How Tohma was able to down all that Ryuichi had to offer him was amazing, but when they were done and both sat up, the new leather couch was perfectly dry.

It was at that time that Nori let her presence be known with a smirk on her face and a "is the new couch comfortable enough, boys?"

Both men sat up quickly, their faces redder than a ripe cherry in the late spring. Tohma seemed upset and Ryuichi was quite content to let Noriko see them. Tohma spoke first. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just long enough to get jealous that you didn't wait for me to return," was her reply. She moved out of the doorway and let the second set of soundproofed doors completely close behind her. She walked over to the newly indoctrinated couch, took out a kleenex to wipe off a spot (just to be sure) between her two partners and said, "By the way, there's several boxes of things you wanted that need to be brought in, and after you are done with putting away all those items, I have a little job for you two."

Both men knew no matter what, they were had. Noriko loved to tease them, and wouldn't be letting them live this down for quite some time. Since they all knew that the three of them were alone on Studio A's floor, the men quickly grabbed and donned their boxers and slacks and proceeded to bring in the items Noriko bought. Once the boxes were in, unloaded and everything was put in it's place, they knew it would be time to pay the piper, or in this case Nori.

The entire time her men were working (everything she got went on the other side of the room) she was on the couch watching, and at the same time, slowly but surely taking off all of her clothes. When Tohma and Ryuichi turned around to finally face their secondary keyboardist, they were quite surprised to see her lounging provocatively on the couch. They looked at her and then at each other and slowly walked towards the slender female lying there in all her naked glory.

As they got about two feet from the couch she told them to stop. "I thought this group of Nittle Grasper was a trio. When I walked in, there was a duet going on. I think I am entitled to my turn, now should it be a trio, duet or solo?"

hmm... tbc or not