Chapter 22
Yasu
The second we entered the small apartment, my insides twisted.
There was still that voice in the back of my head saying this was a bad idea and that I needed to turn around, walk away before I kept fucking everything up.
It didn’t stop the reality that I wanted my best friend.
If that meant that I had to include the one person who was currently driving me the most crazy? I could make it work. Maybe.
I don’t know why I thought Ryosuke would have a bigger place.
While the studio apartment was still a little larger than normal, as it looked to be around eight to nine tatami mats versus the typical six, Ryosuke looked like he lived like every other person instead of the life of a successful musician.
It wasn’t like the rest of us had giant homes, but to see someone living in something so humble.
.. It was almost enough to change my opinion of him.
Because his clothes weren’t flashy either.
How successful had Tokyo Roadtrip been?
That thought quickly flew out of my mind as Ryosuke put his hands on Itsuki’s waist, pulling him in for a long, dirty kiss.
It shouldn’t get me so hot to watch the person I wanted the most make out with someone else, but there was something about this whole experience that had me intrigued.
I’d never been with more than one person at a time.
There’d never been a desire to, but damn.
.. now that I was in the middle of it? I saw why people enjoyed this.
When Ryosuke’s hand slipped beneath the bottom hem of Itsuki’s shirt to touch his fair skin, I wanted in and not to rip him away.
What should have felt awkward because none of us had done this together before somehow felt beautifully orchestrated.
Was this what it was like to make the perfect song?
Ryosuke and I moved in tandem. Any time I moved my hands, he moved right along with me.
We never once bumped into one another. In return, Itsuki became a rambling mess between us.
“Yasu-san.” I paused at my name falling from Ryosuke’s lips. Our eyes met over Itsuki’s shoulder. The smolder that met me could have burnt down the entire building.
I still couldn’t give him my words, so I only gave him my eyes, which seemed to be enough. He smirked as he kissed the side of Itsuki’s head. “What do you want to happen here?”
Ryosuke’s question took me by surprise because we’d seemed so in tune that I didn’t think I’d needed to say it out loud.
My throat was clogged because while I’d had sex, a lot of it, there was always some sort of unspoken agreement.
There was something about saying what I wanted out loud that made it seem taboo and forbidden.
“What—what do you mean?” The words still felt clogged, as if they didn’t want to come out at all.
Ryosuke only smirked as he dragged his nose along Itsuki’s jaw. “I mean, what do you see happening? Should we just sit here kissing him? Or should we do something more? Personally, I’m a little sad that I didn’t get a taste of him like you did the last time.”
It was enough to send a jolt of lust shooting through my system.
There was something about the moment that had me on edge, unable to form proper words. Words were my thing, for fuck’s sake. “Taste? What do you mean, taste him?”
That was the moment Itsuki let out a low moan.
I realized Ryosuke’s arm was moving. Was he touching him?
That strange voice that said I should be jealous was back, but instead, all I felt was heat.
I wanted to see it, to see what Itsuki looked like when he submitted to someone, someone who wasn’t me.
“Mmm,” Ryosuke hummed. “What do you say, Yasu-san? Should I get on my knees for this pretty little specimen?”
My face was on fire, but I still found myself nodding because the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see it.
I wanted to see Ryosuke stretch his lips around Itsuki’s cock as he sucked him to completion.
Why the fuck had I never had a thought like that before?
Because now I was rock hard and desperate for any type of relief.
Relief that came in the form of grinding myself against the soft swell of Itsuki’s ass.
There was no fanfare.
Ryosuke sank to his knees in front of Itsuki, quickly working open his pants.
I only regretted that from my position behind my friend that I couldn’t see more.
But the way Itsuki dropped his head onto my shoulder, letting out a long, low moan the second Ryosuke put his mouth on him had my body on fire.
I wasn’t completely still.
My hands were still under Itsuki’s shirt and they roamed his smooth chest until my fingers found his tight little nipples. I plucked at them, making him make even more little mewls of pleasure as Ryosuke continued to bob his head between his legs.
My dick was so fucking hard, the more I listened to the sounds of Ryosuke slurping at Itsuki’s cock. I was ground against. It was all just a bit too much. I wanted to see it all. To feel it all.
“Fu—uck.” The word tumbled free as I pinched down on Itsuki’s nipple just a bit too hard. A loud gasp passed his lips, then there was the sound of a soft choke.
I pushed up onto my toes, watching as Ryosuke wiped a trail of sticky cum from his chin. It was enough. My hips swiveled as if driven by their own engine, and I came, spilling my load into my pants.
After the last time, it wasn’t the most comfortable situation, but it wasn’t like I could do anything about it now that it’d happened.
It took a moment to catch my breath. Once I did, a low chuckle filled the room.
Fucking Ryosuke.
“God, that was so damn sexy,” he said as he stood from his place on the floor.
Just like the other day, he was still obviously aroused and maybe I should have felt a little more like shit for not helping him get off, but this was fucking Ryosuke.
There was something about the thought of touching him that instantly killed my mood.
But somehow I was okay with him touching and pleasing my best friend?
What the hell was this?
I didn’t have a lot of time to dissect it because the next thing I knew, Ryosuke was on me.
His tongue speared into my mouth, sharing the salty taste of Itsuki with me, and while I’d technically experienced it before, it had been mixed with the taste of the cotton of his underwear.
This was still a blend because I could taste the cigarette smoke and whatever else was so uniquely Ryosuke mixed in. I could quickly become obsessed.
Danger.
I ignored it as I was pushed to my knees in front of our new bass player.
What did it say about me that I was helpless to stop it when he opened his jeans, freeing a long, beautiful cock with a piercing through the tip.
His pre-cum gathered around the small metal ball that sat within his slit, and all I wanted to do was lean forward and lap it up.
Forbidden fruit. That’s what it was. That was the only reason I found myself leaning forward, sticking my tongue out for him and allowing him entrance into my more than eager mouth.
The moment the smooth head of his dick entered me, I sealed my lips around him, moaning at the salty taste that exploded over my tastebuds.
This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the person who gave in this easily, but there was something about this whole encounter that had me doing things I wouldn’t normally do.
Rysosuke’s cock slipped in deeper, straight to the back of my throat.
I pinched my eyes closed against the onslaught of tears as I did my best not to choke on him.
It didn’t matter. Since I wasn’t prepared, I still gagged, making the most disgusting of noises.
Or at least it was gross to me. It must have been something that Ryosuke enjoyed, because his fingers threaded tightly through my hair and held me in place while he moaned loudly.
Of all the people I’d been with over the years, I’d never been face-fucked.
Drool ran down my chin as Ryosuke worked his cock in and out of my throat.
I was helpless to do anything but sit there and take it.
It would have been easy to grab hold of him, push him off me if I didn’t want this, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
There was something about the forcefulness that had my dick perking up again.
I wanted to drown out that feeling. It couldn’t be him getting me to respond that way.
When I opened my eyes, I could see Itsuki watching us in my periphery. His hand worked up and down his flaccid cock. I choked on Ryosuke once more at the sight. This was actually happening. I was sucking off the guy I couldn’t stand while my best friend watched us.
Turned out that was all Ryosuke needed to push him over the edge because with a muttered curse, he flooded my mouth with his salty release. I couldn’t swallow it all, most of it escaped my mouth and dribbled down my chin.
As soon as Ryosuke finally pulled away, his hand was on my chin, lifting my face to examine me.
“Look at you. Such a beautiful fucking mess. Next time we’ll need to work on you not losing any of my load.”
Next time? Oh shit.