Ryosuke’s hold loosened.
I had a solitary mission with nothing stopping my progress; I pushed my hand under Itsuki’s skirts. The wet spot on the front of his purple boxer briefs made my mouth water because I wanted that. That belonged to me. None of his releases deserved to sit in the cotton of his underwear. It was meant for my stomach.
When I pushed the waist of his pants lower, Itsuki raised his hips. I heard Ryosuke gasp behind me, like he knew what I was about to do.
Had Ryosuke come?
There was that small part of me that didn’t really care. He was an interloper in this moment, but also not. Without him, none of this would have happened.
Musk and sweetness filled my nose as it pressed into the moist fabric of Itsuki’s underwear. Saliva filled my mouth as I dipped my tongue out to run along the damp fabric.
“Look how fucking sweet you are. You want to clean up his mess? Clean him up nice and neat, Yasu. I bet he tastes just as delicious as he looks.”
And just like when Ryosuke had talked to me before, a thrill raced down my spine as I opened my lips and sealed my mouth over Itsuki’s softening length. The taste of his warm and salty cum was enough to send me into hyper-drive.
“Yasu. Ryo...” Itsuki was so out of breath as his fingers tangled into my hair, pulling me more tightly against him as I continued to mouth at the mess in his briefs. All I needed to do was push the offending material out of the way and I could taste all of him. To know what it would taste like to have his skin and cum on my tongue.
My eyes rolled back as Ryosuke pressed his engorged cock to my ass, rocking against me as I continued to lick and suck at the fabric in front of my face. This was so damn filthy and shouldn’t be happening at all. I didn’t want it to stop. If I were to die with my face jammed into my best friend’s sticky mess, it would be the perfect way to go.
When I felt Ryosuke’s body shudder against me, something inside of me snapped. While I’d been enjoying myself, a sense of wrongness washed over me.
This couldn’t happen. Shouldn’t happen.
What had I done? Had I just fucked over the band by giving into the one thing I’d always desired?
Two sets of eyes watched me as I pushed myself from between Ryosuke and Itsuki. They both looked concerned, but I couldn’t bring myself out of the spiral. I’d fucked it all up. I was a fuck-up.
We were doomed to fail.
The mess in my pants was incredibly uncomfortable and an unfortunate reminder of just how much I’d let everyone down. Instead of focusing on the words of worry that came from both Itsuki and Ryosuke, I stumbled my way to the front door and shoved my feet into my shoes before making my way out into the cool early spring air.
Chapter 20
Ryosuke
It had been three fucking days.
Things had been more strained than ever, and I knew it was partly my fault. It was hard not to give in when Itsuki had batted those adorable eyelashes of his and the way that Yasu had bent to my words? A shudder raced through my body at the memory.
But that created another problem, because our vocalist could tell I was distracted. Again.
“Pull your head out of your ass, Ryosuke. We need to focus so we’re prepared for this show in a few days.”
He’d been even more of a monster since the whole thing.
Just when I thought things were getting better, we’d catapulted us back in time. We were so far into history I might as well have been with my old band. Yasu was behaving in a way that reminded me of Hatchi. It made my stomach roll and want to get sick because I’d worked to get out of that. Had earned my spot with this new band and now…
“Fuck you,” I sighed as I readjusted the guitar strap on my shoulder.
A low growl escaped his throat as Yasu picked back up the mic from the stand. “No, thank you.”
A collective groan filled the room. It made me wonder if the rest of the band was just as fed up as I was.
One look in Itsuki’s direction, I saw the poor guitarist was on the verge of tears. Sure, he’d started the whole thing at his apartment, but we’d let him do it. At no point had anyone said no or to stop. We were all just as guilty in this. I refused to let him take the fall for all of it.
Instead of picking up with the song, I took my bass off, crossed the room, grabbed Itsuki’s hand, and led him from the room. He followed without much fight. I couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or not. We’d only known each other for a couple of weeks, but I’d gotten so used to his happy spark that this wasn’t like him at all.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, a stray tear trailed down Itsuki’s cheek. He hurried to wipe it away with the oversized sleeve of his hoodie.
