Chapter 27
Itsuki
There was a dull ache in my head as I opened my eyes, but that wasn’t the only thing I noticed. I wasn’t alone.
Arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to a warm, strong body, and I sank into the embrace. I knew that body. It was Yasu, and I was grateful that he’d helped me get home the night before.
Legs shifted between mine. That’s when I realized quickly that they didn’t belong to the body behind me. Fire spread through my body because not only had Yasu taken care of me, but Ryosuke had as well. My men. They were both there, and they’d done it without question.
Even though it hurt, I cracked my eye open to see the fringe of red hair in front of me.
I scooted forward a little, burying my nose in the short strands and inhaled all the things that made Ryosuke who he was.
Tobacco, coffee, and a hint of beer. We’d probably all needed to take a shower last night, but I knew how I got when I’d had too much to drink.
There was no way either of them would have been able to corral me long enough to accomplish that.
There would have been a heck of a lot more sexy time involved.
Yasu’s arms tightened around me, pulling me back away from the bassist. I groaned quietly because it also made my head throb a little.
“Itsu-chan,” he purred, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin.
“Ohayo,” I mumbled, my voice sounding so much deeper than normal and thick with sleep. I frowned because I liked the way I sounded. Was that a weird thing? My voice had always been a little on the softer side, so it had been a lot easier to embrace my feminine side. No one had questioned it.
Just like I’d done to Ryosuke, Yasu did the same to me.
The feel of his nose pressed into my hair made me feel so much comfort that all I wanted to do was sink into his embrace for the rest of the day, forgetting the world.
It wasn’t as if we had anything important to do for the day, so that was a possibility.
What made the situation even better? It was the feeling of his hard cock pressing into my ass as he pulled me impossibly closer. I’d waited years to feel these things. I was finally getting everything I’d ever wished for.
Before I could get the chance to roll my hips into Yasu, providing him some friction to give him some relief, Ryosuke rolled over to face us. This was the perfect dream come true. I always knew I wasn’t meant to love just one person, and even though the start had been bumpy, this all felt right.
Warm brown eyes blinked at me as I smiled at Ryosuke. I wanted to kiss him and crawl on top of him, but between morning breath and the headache, that was something that would have to wait.
As if sensing my discomfort, Yasu finally let go of me, crawling from the bed. He silently walked out of the room, coming back with some Tairenoru. He handed me the tablets and a glass of water. I sat up on the bed and took them from him, tossing the tablets back before chasing them with water.
The three of us climbed out of bed, with me leading them to the shower.
It was your typical Japanese shower, which meant it would be awkward for all three of us to be in there, but Yasu and Ryosuke helped to strip me of the rest of my clothes.
I loved the intimacy of it all. They had me sit on the small stool before turning on the taps, adjusting the temperature, taking the showerhead off the hook and bringing the water over to cover me.
The last time I’d been washed like this was when I’d been little and had gotten really sick.
My mother had been terrified that I’d fall over hurting myself, so she’d come in with me, scrubbing at my feverish skin.
There were days I missed her, but the separation was needed in order to keep my mental health sound.
Yasu ran a soapy sponge down my back while Ryosuke worked shampoo through my hair.
The attention was enough to make me purr.
I wanted to melt into a liquid pile of goo at their feet.
This was all too much. I knew better than to drink so much in such a short amount of time, but if it got Yasu and Ryosuke to pamper me like this, could it really be so bad?
Yes, the headache was enough to turn me off it. That wasn’t worth anything.
After I was scrubbed down, both Yasu and Ryosuke quickly washed up.
I sat helplessly on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, watching them.
It was so strange how everything seemed perfectly choreographed.
No one seemed uncomfortable around each other.
I wanted to live in this perfect little bubble a little longer.
That wasn’t the case when Ryosuke suddenly cut off the water, stepped out of the shower, and pulled out towels for all of us. Was I still playing the helpless little victim? You bet. I wanted to be swamped with whatever pampering and love these guys were willing to give me.
After they were both dry with towels tucked around their hips, they helped me to stand, patted me, and wrapped a towel around my waist. Another towel was draped over my shoulders, since I was still shivering.
They brought me back to my room, tucking me under the blankets as both of them left me alone to go to the kitchen.
I wanted to be with them.
The throbbing in my head had dulled a bit, but it wasn’t completely gone. Before long, the smell of miso hit my nose. My stomach gurgled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten anything after we’d left practice the day before. I’d only put alcohol in it. That was part of the problem.
Instead of waiting for the guys to come back and get me, I crawled out of the bed, found a large t-shirt, and pulled it on.
I made my way to the kitchen, where I found Ryosuke leaning over a pot on the stove while Yasu messed with my rice cooker.
The thing was old, but it was trustworthy.
It cooked the rice perfectly. I never found any crunchy, uncooked bits.
Even though it struggled to turn on sometimes, I refused to get rid of it because when it did work; it was perfect.
Two sets of eyes looked up at me as I entered the room. While my state of undress would have made me feel exposed with previous partners, I didn’t feel that way around these two. I wanted them to see me. Both of them watched me as I crossed the small space and sat at the tiny table.
Yasu finally got the rice cooker to turn on.
Ryosuke scooped up some of the amazing-smelling soup and brought it over to me.
I quickly picked up the small cup, slurping it down, letting the salty broth wash over my tongue and soothe my soul.
There was something so simple and comforting about miso at breakfast.
Both Ryosuke and Yasu joined me at the table.
It would take a while for the rice to cook, but it was nice to just sit there and enjoy a bowl of soup with them.
And as suspected, the broth did wonders to help my hangover.
By the time I’d finished my first serving, I was feeling ten times better than before I started.
“Are you okay this morning?” Ryosuke asked as he grabbed my bowl, getting up from the table to refill it. I sort of liked that I didn’t need to ask him. He just naturally wanted to take care of me.
I hummed my appreciation as the fresh bowl of soup was set in front of me. “I’m okay. Thank you so much. Both of you.”
They watched me as I sipped at my soup, making sure to slurp extra loudly. It was hard to mess up miso soup, but there was something special about the fact that Ryosuke had made it for me. That both of them had made themselves at home in my kitchen…
A warm hand landed on my knee. I looked over to see Yasu smiling at me. I covered his hand with my own. We sat there for a few more moments in contemplative silence before the rice cooker beeped, signaling that it was done.
“Let me get that,” I said as I stood from my seat. Yasu and Ryosuke had done enough of taking care of me for the morning.
When I reached into my cupboard to pull out three more bowls, my shirt rose and I felt the draft of cool air along the bottom edge of my butt. I smirked because I wanted them to know that I’d chosen not to wear anything under the shirt.
Little snippets of the night before had come flashing back. While I respected both men for not taking advantage of me when I wasn’t at my best, it didn’t change the fact that I had them both in my space and I wanted them.
Steam billowed over my face as I opened the lid of the rice cooker, putting a hearty scoop in each bowl.
I set them on the table and instead of sitting back in my own seat, I landed in Ryosuke’s lap.
He grunted as his hands landed on my hips to hold me in place as I leaned forward, taking a bite of my rice with my chopsticks.
“What are you doing?” Yasu asked.
I shrugged, but kept eating. If he couldn’t figure it out, maybe he didn’t need it for fun.