It was on the tip of his tongue to remind the drummer that he was drunk and under no other circumstances would this incident ever occur. But he decided against it, grunting in response.

“Prove it.” Shinya ordered, feigning hurt and disbelief. He sat back and watched Die with a wide-eyed expression, his lips pulling into a faint leer helplessly. “Prove that you want me.”

For a moment there, Die did not reply. A little figure appeared on his left shoulder, one dressed in white slacks and a white jacket. Don’t do it, you’re friends, what’s everyone going to think? Another little figure appeared on his right shoulder, decked out in a black skin tight bondage outfit. C’mon man! You’re been wantin’ this so bad! The one on the right seemed more appealing.

Without waiting for further consent from Shinya, Die placed his hands on Shinya’s rear and slid him so that their crotches were resting against each other, squirming to make the position more comfortable. They both moaned softly at the sudden proximity of the source of their heat.

Shinya made the first move, running both hands under the hem of Die’s shirt, lifting it upwards above the guitarist’s head and throwing it into a desolate corner. Die’s nipples hardened as the slight chill in the air excited the rosy skin, teasing them into pebbles. The light ran smoothly across every inch, every corner of his thin frame, giving his already flawless skin a god-like quality. The sinewy cords on his arms, the slight indentations of the ribs, and the ridges on his flat abdomen, all the more aroused Shinya.

“Why is it...I haven't noticed how...delicious you were...?” Shinya traced ghost-like fingers across the base of Die’s neck, between the collarbones, to the valley of his navel. The animal that lay inside Die’s pants stirred, pleading to be released. Watching the drummer’s eyes, Die guided his free hand to the waist of his slacks, watching the amusement that danced in those gray eyes, one of pure predatory grace and hunger.

Shinya undid the button and zipper slowly, methodically, as if time had no ending and no meaning whatsoever, as if he could wait until the seasons changed one by one right before his eyes. Massaging the black fabric that loosened at the waistband of Die’s pants, Shinya slid them down to the other man’s ankles, keeping his feet trapped in that vulnerable position.

Die swallowed, barely keeping the urge to pin Shinya right down then and there in check. Damn, he must have been really drunk. He leaned his head against the cold wall, feeling the feathery touches of Shinya’s skin on his, and opened heavy eyes weighed down by equally heavy lashes. Die took a sharp hiss of breath when his lover’s hands slipped beneath his boxers and played with the soft hair there, slowly creeping towards his sex. Tingles of pleasure and guilt and lust ran down the base of his shaft, shooting up his spine.

“Mm...” Shinya pressed his palm against Die’s organ, wrapping his fingers around it. “This isn’t very fair. I’m still completely dressed...you’re gonna do something about that, right...?” He leaned in close to brush his eyelashes against the other man’s cheek, earning him a meek nod from his lover.

Pulling his band mate up by the shoulders, Die sucked delicately on the hollow at the base of Shinya’s throat, opening his mouth every so often so his tongue could rasp against the soft and fragile skin. Reaching the collar of his shirt, Die sunk his teeth into the pristine cloth and ripped it downwards, ignoring the surprised cries above him. Buttons popped off and flew into different directions, scattered on the tiled floor. The shirt lay in tatters, hanging loosely on Shinya’s shoulders, held together by a few strands of thread.