Was he into guys? Most never spoke up about it. While Japan seemed a little more accepting than most other countries, we still had our hangups. Especially since we were still such public figures.
The more I thought about it, I did want Ryosuke that way. He seemed like a lot of fun, and maybe if I got to know him more I could see something long-term, but not at the expense of the band. The band always had to come first.
Had always come first.
“What kind of fun?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. I should have stopped them because this was beyond dangerous.
When Ryosuke leaned in close, his breath against my ear, a shiver raced through my body at his proximity.
“I like to play, to be in charge. My partners are never left unsatisfied, but I get a thrill from commanding their bodies.”
Partners? He hadn’t specified male or female.
My eyes slammed shut as a fantasy washed over me of me stripped bare on a bed. Ryosuke standing over me, ordering me to perform for him, to stroke my cock slowly while he watched. Pre-cum dribbling down my length, but I didn’t do anything except continue to languidly stroke. He hadn’t told me I could do anything else.
A whimper slipped past my lips, breaking me free of the images dancing through my head and causing my groin to tighten.
“Itsu-chan?”
Just him saying my name in such a familiar way had my skin on fire. I wanted to leap across the table and kiss him. We were in such a public space that it would be a huge mistake. Yasu would never forgive me if I did such a thing.
Yasu.
Another shudder raced through my system because he had somehow entered the fantasy. He was on the bed next to me, just as naked as he stroked himself, eagerly awaiting the next instruction. The juxtaposition was so odd because Yasu wasn’t the person to take orders from anyone. He was a born leader—seeing him give himself over in such a way was a contradiction to how he presented himself.
An inferno worked its way through me. I needed to make an exit, and in a hurry, or I’d embarrass myself and the rest of Pink Cherry.
“Y—yes?” I squeaked, realizing that I needed to answer Ryosuke.
“What are you thinking about?”
I couldn’t answer that. Wouldn’t answer it.
I said nothing as I stood from the table, pulling money from my wallet, tossing it onto the bills that Riku had left. I needed air, and I needed it right away.
The shrill sound of my cell phone ringing woke me from my deep sleep.
What the hell happened last night?
As memory after memory slammed into me, I was more and more horrified. I’d had such dirty thoughts about my new bandmate. Would I be able to keep my cool in front of him at practice?
And then there was Yasu.
There had always been that underlying attraction, ever since we’d met, but that had been the first time he’d starred in something so sexual.
Instead of continuing to dwell on things, I reached over to my phone, only groaning when I saw it was the vocalist in question that was calling.
“Yasu,” I mumbled as I answered the call.
“Itsu-chan,” he sighed. The familiar nickname that Ryosuke had now also adopted made my stomach dip. Had I been missing something the entire time, or was I reading too much into something now that I’d allowed my brain to go there?
But why did he sound disappointed in me? He never did that.
When I looked at the clock, I sat up in bed. For the first time in my life, I was late for something.
“Yasu-sama. I’m so sorry. I’ll be there in a bit.”
He chuckled softly, sending butterflies exploding in my belly. I really needed to get that under control, or I’d be an absolute mess in front of the band. What the hell had Ryosuke unlocked last night? That wasn’t like me at all.
