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Feb. 10th, 2008 03:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSaeki stretched out on the bed, his boxers clinging tightly to his legs and hips.
Being in a band might look glamorous, but sometimes you had to chose between paying the bills and a pair of pajamas and well… pajamas always lost. Scratching at his stomach Saeki rolled onto his side. It wasn’t any cooler then on his back though, but at least this way Saeki didn’t have sweat pooling between him and the mattress.
Air conditioners were expensive. Summers cramped in a dingy little apartment were different then summers spent roaming the beach. For one thing, Saeki smelled worse.
Closing his eyes Saeki attempted to catch a few z’s before he had to get up again. He had classes early tomorrow morning, then rehearsal, followed by a late night gig. If Saeki was lucky he’d be able to swing by Ryou and Atsushi’s place and steal some of their home made dinner.
Time stretched, Saeki’s thoughts fuzzing as he began slipping into dream land.
Something cold slithered across Saeki’s back, very cold, and wet. Saeki squeaked, his eyes prying themselves open. The cold and wet, held between two fingers, slid around Saeki’s hip and circled Saeki’s belly button. “You just looked so hot Sae-san.” Fuji murmured in Saeki’s ear, his tongue flicking over Saeki’s earlobe. “I had to cool you down.”
“Mmm.” Saeki squirmed, and he would have reached back to pull Fuji into a kiss but his hands were stuck above his head. “Fuji… if these are handcuffs… I’m gonna have to hurt you.”
Fuji chuckled, pushing Saeki onto his back and crouching over him. “You can punish me later. I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
Placing the icecube between his lips Fuji pulled Saeki’s boxers down.
Air conditioners were expensive. Summers cramped in a dingy little apartment were different then summers spent roaming the beach. For one thing, Saeki smelled worse.
Closing his eyes Saeki attempted to catch a few z’s before he had to get up again. He had classes early tomorrow morning, then rehearsal, followed by a late night gig. If Saeki was lucky he’d be able to swing by Ryou and Atsushi’s place and steal some of their home made dinner.
Time stretched, Saeki’s thoughts fuzzing as he began slipping into dream land.
Something cold slithered across Saeki’s back, very cold, and wet. Saeki squeaked, his eyes prying themselves open. The cold and wet, held between two fingers, slid around Saeki’s hip and circled Saeki’s belly button. “You just looked so hot Sae-san.” Fuji murmured in Saeki’s ear, his tongue flicking over Saeki’s earlobe. “I had to cool you down.”
“Mmm.” Saeki squirmed, and he would have reached back to pull Fuji into a kiss but his hands were stuck above his head. “Fuji… if these are handcuffs… I’m gonna have to hurt you.”
Fuji chuckled, pushing Saeki onto his back and crouching over him. “You can punish me later. I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
Placing the icecube between his lips Fuji pulled Saeki’s boxers down.
