Maybe it was the lack of sleep that had bothered him, and all of them, lately. Maybe it was the Southeast Asian air, the hot and humid weather, the adrenalin that came from travelling. Or, maybe it was just Shintaro and his extra short shorts that nicely displayed his legs, and that sheer white shirt of his. The way his hair that had gotten longer lately kept falling over his eyes, and the way he kept pushing it back.
The further the day and the filming progressed and the more the fatigue started to weigh on him, the more Hokuto caught himself being distracted by the other man beside him. At times, when they were sitting or standing side by side, he intentionally leaned away from Shintaro so he wouldn’t be caught by his warmth or perfume. He also found himself crossing his arms or stuffing his hands in his shorts pockets to suppress the urge to touch Shintaro.
Unfortunately for Hokuto, Shintaro was unaware of his mental struggle and stuck to his side like usual, nudging Hokuto if he noticed something interesting, and leaning in with a whisper and a snicker when his attention slipped during filming. And like always, Hokuto happily indulged him in those moments. Of course he did. Even if it meant more struggling for him.
By the time they had wrapped filming for the day and were having a splendid late dinner at a local restaurant, Hokuto was at his wits’ end. The good food and the alcohol didn’t help the matter, exactly. Everyone else was having a glass of beer with their food, so Hokuto went with them. But in the end, all the beer did was just flush his cheeks and make the burning urge inside him even stronger.
Hokuto was sitting across from Shintaro, which was good because that way he couldn’t reach him that easily. It was also bad because that way Shintaro was right there in front of him and Hokuto found it harder and harder not to ogle. And because Shintaro was Shintaro, he showered Hokuto with smiles and laughs, passed him food, poured him more water and made sure the empty dishes in front of them were cleared out. Every smile, every accidental fleeting touch over a dish added to Hokuto’s inner turmoil.
When Hokuto was eventually done with eating, he huffed and leaned back in his seat, instinctively stretching out his legs under the table. His feet bumped into something, and he felt smooth skin against his calf. Hokuto froze for a second, and was about to pull his leg away, when he felt the other leg brush against his once more. Deliberately.
Hokuto’s eyes automatically flicked at Shintaro for a slip second, but the other was looking at Jesse next to him, sipping his beer all casually. Hokuto raised his own drink to his lips to busy himself with something. Under the table, he experimentally slid his leg against Shintaro’s again to see if the other would back up and pull away. At first, he didn’t. Then, Hokuto saw Shintaro fixing his posture and simultaneously felt his leg moving. For a moment, he felt Shintaro’s sole brushing over the bridge of his foot, toes curling against skin, before the foot was gone.
Hokuto couldn’t help eyeing Shintaro again, and he thought he saw the other man averting his gaze quickly. Not so slick after all. Hokuto took another sip of the water, his cheeks and neck burning, and patience running out by the second. What was all this? And more importantly, what could he do about it?
Hokuto knew what he would like to do. And right then, with his tipsy condition, he might even have the guts for it. It wasn’t like Hokuto had never flirted with Shintaro before. He had, countless times, jokingly and not-so-jokingly, and sometimes he thought Shintaro was flirting back.
Like right now? Could it be?
Hokuto had sometimes, not even that long ago the last time, toyed with the thought of making a move on Shintaro, but his overthinking and neurotic side had always won the mental battles, resulting in no action. But now, his brain was nicely mushy due to the beer and lack of sleep, so surprisingly there were no catastrophic scenarios or endless pessimistic what-ifs looping in his mind. Huh. Maybe it was the perfect time to find out about it all during the trip, Hokuto mused. He didn’t know when such an opportunity would present itself the next time, if ever.
What happened in Singapore, stayed in Singapore.
While Hokuto had come to this foolproof conclusion with himself, the rest of the party around him had finally finished dinner. The staff gathered them into a van and drove them to their hotel nearby. The car was nicely cool after the warm and humid evening air, drying off the sweat and leaving behind a sticky feeling. Hokuto listened to the other members and the staff dreaming of a nice bath before sleeping as they drove into the hotel parking lot and got out of the car.
In Hokuto’s priority list, bath was only in second place.
All of their rooms were along the same corridor. They wished each other good night as the doors opened one by one and the members and the staff disappeared into their rooms. Hokuto pulled out his card key and pretended to open his door, but the moment he saw Juri and Kochi’s doors click shut next to him and the corridor became empty, he stopped and spun around.
Shintaro was still standing in front of his door, digging the card from his pocket. Hokuto’s heart was hammering and nervousness pinching his stomach, but he was too far gone to stop now. He took two steps across the corridor and leaned against the wall next to Shintaro’s door.
Shintaro looked at him, raising his brows and matching Hokuto’s small grin.
“What?”
”Whatcha doin’ now?” Hokuto asked in a joking manner, while secretly being completely serious, and tilted his head a bit.
”Showering and resting, hopefully.”
“Hmm,” Hokuto hummed, pursing his lips. “What if I had another idea before that?”
“...Like what?”
“Let me in and I’ll tell you.”
Hokuto had prepared to do even more coaxing but to his surprise, Shintaro gave him one side eye glance before opening the door and letting Hokuto step in first. Hokuto kicked off his sandals before padding further in. Shintaro followed suit, and after turning on the lights (the dim ones, thank god), he came to stand before Hokuto, a somewhat amused and questioning look on his face. Meanwhile, Hokuto was trying his best to contain himself.
“Are you drunk?” Shintaro asked with a laugh.
“No,” Hokuto said immediately and snickered right after. “Well, a little.”
“I thought so.” There was a teasing tone in Shintaro’s voice, his smile soft as he looked at Hokuto. God, he looked so good and Hokuto wanted to just jump at him but he supposed he’d have to explain himself first.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, that footsie at the restaurant…”
Hokuto gaped at Shintaro and playfully shoved his shoulder. “You started it!”
“No, you did.” Shintaro shoved him back, grinning.
“No—Did I?” Hokuto paused for a moment, thinking. It was challenging with his mushy brain. “Well, maybe I did, I don’t remember…”
“And you’ve been making these eyes at me the whole day,” Shintaro added.
Oops. “Yeah? Well, it’s your own fault,” Hokuto shoved his shoulder again, gentler this time. “For looking so—so good and irresistible.”
Hokuto raised his hand again, for another playful shove, but Shintaro caught him before he could do it, fingers curling around Hokuto’s wrist. Hokuto swallowed, his mouth very dry suddenly. Shintaro’s touch was warm, and it made no sense for how much Hokuto needed Shintaro’s hands on him, everywhere. Right now.
“Is that why you’re bothering me now?”
The same playful smile, the same teasing tone. But Hokuto was done with the teasing. High time to cut to the chase, in his opinion. He inhaled.
“Yes. Yes, it is. I’m bothering you because I’m sleep-deprived and in slight overdrive and also tipsy and horny. Like, I don’t know if you’re always just joking when flirting with me, but I’m not, and it’s been driving me a little crazy lately. Like today. And now we’re in this foreign country and what happens here, maybe stays here, so I thought I’d just go for it for once, you know? So, I’m here now because—I just really, really, really need you to touch me and hold me and kiss me right now.”
Shintaro blinked at his rambling, looking a bit surprised. “Oh…”
“So either do that or, I don’t know, throw me out so I can go and drown myself in the shower for the embarrassment.”
Hokuto shut up, already kind of regretting the outburst. He looked at Shintaro, almost holding his breath, waiting for the other man to say something. For a couple of very long seconds, the silence stretched on. It felt awful, the dread of bitter disappointment looming over him. Hokuto was just about to snatch his hand free and storm out, when Shintaro suddenly yanked him closer and spun them around. Hokuto’s back met the wall, and he grunted softly when Shintaro pinned him there with his body weight.
Hokuto’s hands automatically found their way on Shintaro’s waist, clutching the thin fabric of his shirt. He drew a couple of shaky breaths, eyes locked with Shintaro’s.
“Like I could let you go after that,” Shintaro said with a low voice that pierced right through Hokuto’s skin and made shivers run along his spine. “And for the record, I think you’re adorable when drunk.”
Hokuto snorted, rolling his eyes. “Thanks? Now kiss me, please.”
And finally, Shintaro did. The first kiss was already needy and demanding, perfectly matching Hokuto’s mood. He instantly opened his mouth against Shintaro’s to brush their tongues together.
Hokuto moaned, softly and contently, into the kiss and clung to Shintaro like a drowning man to a lifesafer. He slid a hand behind Shintaro’s neck and into his hair, pulling him closer still and deepening the kiss. He was urgent, frantic. He slipped his other hand under Shintaro’s shirt, to feel the hot skin underneath. In turn, Shintaro’s hands roamed up his arms, down his chest and stomach, along his sides.
Hokuto craved Shintaro’s touch on his bare skin, so he gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it on the floor. He then reached shaky fingers to the buttons on Shintaro’s shirt, helping him open them and pull the shirt off. Once it was out of the way, Hokuto splayed his hands on Shintaro’s shoulders and down his arms, squeezing the muscles there.
Shintaro mouthed along Hokuto’s jaw and neck while his hands sneaked behind Hokuto to cup his ass. Hokuto let out a low groan when their crotches rubbed together and his impatience spiked again. While it was all so very good, it was not yet enough.
Hokuto lifted Shintaro’s chin and kissed him again, all the more urgent and demanding.
“Touch me,” he whispered against Shintaro’s lips.
Shintaro complied swiftly, opening Hokuto’s shorts enough to slip his hand inside. He palmed at Hokuto’s growing erection through his underwear, rubbing it slowly. Hokuto dropped his head on Shintaro’s shoulder and bit his lip, trying to keep it down.
“Ah, shit—mmh—yes,” he muttered under his breath.
Shintaro picked up his pace for a second before slowing it again. Hokuto grunted softly as a protest, but then he felt Shintaro shrug his shoulder, urging Hokuto to lift his head.
“What…?”
“I could blow you before I throw you out?” Shintaro suggested with a lopsided grin.
Hokuto’s breath hitched. ”I won’t say no to that.”
Shintaro pulled Hokuto towards the bed and gestured for him to sit down on the foot of it.
”Is this ok or do you want—?”
”It’s ok,” Hokuto assured quickly.
Hokuto pulled down his shorts and underwear at the same time and sat down on the bed. He leaned back on his elbows and shamelessly spread his legs, looking up at Shintaro. The other man was staring at him, eyes dark and hungry, his breathing heavy. Hokuto saw Shintaro’s Adam's apple bob, saw him licking his lips.
All the barely contained lust in Shintaro’s gaze made Hokuto shake with want in turn. His cock was heavy and dripping precum on his stomach, and he would scream if he didn’t get Shintaro’s fingers and mouth on it soon.
”Shintaro, please…” he said, voice tight.
Shintaro looked like he was about to step closer, but he stopped himself at the last moment.
”Please what?” he asked.
Oh, so that’s what he wanted? Luckily for both of them, Hokuto had no shame left.
“Please suck my dick,” he said without missing a beat. “Please. I want your mouth and hands on me right now, or—Ah!”
Shintaro was on his knees between Hokuto’s legs admirably fast after he started pleading. He wrapped a firm hand around Hokuto’s cock, giving it a couple of strokes before taking the tip into his mouth.
Hokuto instantly dropped his head back, letting out an incomprehensible cry. Shintaro took him in all the way, his mouth wonderfully hot and wet around Hokuto’s length. Hokuto forced his head back up so he could watch it. And oh fuck, it was so hot. Shintaro’s lips around his cock, stray strands of hair falling over his eyes, the gold chain and earrings swaying when he bobbed his head up and down.
Hokuto reached out his other hand and sank his fingers in Shintaro’s hair, holding his head. His thighs were trembling, warmth quickly pooling in his gut, and he gently nudged Shintaro.
“I’m close.”
Instead of pulling out Shintaro quickened his pace, sucking harder, and moved his other hand to hold and stroke Hokuto’s balls. It took one more bob of head. Hokuto let himself drop flat on his back with a moan as the orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, making him shudder wonderfully.
“Oh God, wow,” Hokuto panted, staring at the ceiling and gathering his bearings for a second. He felt Shintaro pulling out and leaning back, squeezing his thigh gently.
“So it was alright?”
Hokuto let out a laugh. “It was more than alright.”
He glanced up at Shintaro and saw the other man stand up. Only then did Hokuto realize that Shintaro was still wearing his shorts, which were bulging noticeably. He hauled himself on the bed properly and patted the mattress next to him.
“Now you come here. And take those off.”
Shintaro glanced at his shorts and snorted. He pulled down first the shorts, then the black briefs, and now it was Hokuto’s turn to watch him with hungry eyes as the last pieces of garment were out of the way.
Shintaro climbed on the bed and hovered over Hokuto, leaning on his arms. There was an irresistible smirk on Shintaro’s face and Hokuto answered his smile before pulling him down for a kiss. He moved his other hand to Shintaro’s crotch, pumping his dick a couple of times and loving the low groan it elicited from Shintaro.
Hokuto broke the kiss and gently pushed Shintaro to lie on his back next to him. He dropped a line of kisses from Shintaro’s chest down his stomach before he positioned himself between Shintaro’s legs. Shintaro bent his right leg slightly, so Hokuto wrapped his left arm around it from underneath, stroking Shintaro’s inner thigh with his hand. He closed his other hand around the base of Shintaro’s cock.
“Ah, fuck,” Shintaro muttered as Hokuto teasingly licked at the tip at first. His hips jerked up a bit, and Hokuto gripped on his thigh harder.
Hokuto took his time at first, giving Shintaro a few strokes before slowly dragging his tongue up along the shaft. He heard a grunt before Shintaro shoved his head lightly with his bent leg.
“Don’t be tease,” Shintaro muttered, making Hokuto snicker.
He licked his lips and finally took Shintaro’s dick into his mouth, sliding down all the way. He settled on a quick pace, enjoying the pants, soft moans and quiet words of affirmation he heard. But what stoked him the most was hearing his own name drop from those lips like a weird, soft prayer.
”Fuck, Hokuto…” If he hadn’t just come, he’d soon be hard again.
Shintaro nudged him gently, which Hokuto took as a sign that he was getting close. He hummed as a response and kept up the pace for a moment longer before suddenly pulling out most of the way, sucking at the tip and flicking his tongue over it. Shintaro arched his back and spilled in Hokuto’s mouth with a low, satisfying groan.
Hokuto sucked him through it before letting his cock drop out. He wiped his mouth quickly and hoisted himself up again, flopping down on top of Shintaro, because he could. The other man let out a huff but didn’t shove him away, so Hokuto laid his head on Shintaro’s chest and heaved a content sigh.
”This was great, thank you,” Hokuto said wholeheartedly.
”My pleasure,” Shintaro answered. ”Literally.”
Hokuto snorted and tilted his head sideways to glance at Shintaro. ”Will you throw me out now?”
”Hmm, let's see. In a moment.”
Shintaro didn’t seem to be in any hurry with that though, judging by the way he wrapped his arms loosely around Hokuto’s shoulders. Hokuto felt a soft brushing of knuckles on his nape, and he closed his eyes for a moment. He could’ve easily just passed out right there, baths and showers all forgotten.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Shintaro warned after a moment, a smile evident in his voice.
“Why, you’ll throw me out now?”
“Maybe I won’t.”
“Huh?”
“Maybe you could stay.”
Oh, what a dangerous yet tempting idea.
"I could."