Blueberry Blackmail

Note: I only own te idea. I do NOT own the Gazeboys~

Blueberry Blackmail

The members of The GazettE were taking a much needed vacation in a cabin in the woods. It was midnight, quiet, when Kai heard a knock at his door. Groaning as he was pulled from a rather sweet dream, the drummer sat up.

“Whose there?” He called out, voice groggy and almost incoherent, and he got a soft response.

“Kouyou...”

Adjusting his oversized white shirt and pulling the ends of his black boxers down to their appropriate level, Kai got out of bed and opened the door. There, standing in nothing but a pair of charcoal gray sweatpants, was Uruha. The guitarist looked rather uneasy. He glanced around, arms crossed over his chest and shifting a little from foot to foot. His tongue snaked out over his bottom lip briefly, wetting the plush pink lips. Kai watched for a moment before clearing his throat.

“What is it?” His question was quiet, barely managing to catch the other's attention.

“Will you...join me? I-In the kitchen? I want to get a snack but...” Uruha glanced away, almost ashamed. “...I don't...really like being alone. Especially in a new place.”

Kai blinked in surprise. Uruha...didn't like being alone in new places? He supposed it made sense, what with how he used to always room with Aoi. He nodded and followed the taller male to the kitchen. Kai leaned against the counter as Uruha rummaged through the cupboards, the fridge, and lastly the freezer. Eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store, he grabbed a blue Popsicle, opening it and tossing the wrapper to the counter as he sucked on the sweet blue treat. Kai watched hungrily as Uruha's tongue darted out, catching a stray drip from the frozen treat.

The drummer swallowed softly as Uru's eyes closed and he let out a quiet moan of approval at the blueberry flavor. Oh, it was his favorite. Damn, were Popsicles really that good that they warranted a moan? Kai's tongue trailed slowly across his bottom lip. Uruha slid the succulent treat in and out of his mouth in an unintentionally seductive way that made Kai's cock twitch and begin to harden. Oh god, why did Uruha make something so innocent seem so...fucking...sexy?

Kai shifted, hoping his growing erection wasn't noticeable. Uruha paused, Popsicle half in his mouth, and eyed his drummer innocently. Ever so slowly, he withdrew the sticky-frozen-sweetness-on-a-stick from between his lips. He held it out to his companion.

“Want a lick?”

Kai's gaze shot to Uruha's face and an unintelligible 'huh???' sounded. Uruha chuckled.

“A lick. A taste of my Popsicle?”

Kai's expression became less excited, more...crestfallen. “O-Oh...sure...”

He reached out,taking the Popsicle and giving it a tentative lick. Uruha noticed Kai's disappointment and grinned. Oh? Was that not what he was wanting to taste? He sauntered over to the drummer, pressing up against him.

“Or is there...something else you'd like to taste?” He murmured seductively.

“Oh hell yes.” Kai responded quickly, leading Uruha to the couch in the nearby living room

He pressed his guitarist down on the plush red couch, Popsicle still in hand. He pressed their lips together, tongue slipping in Uruha's mouth, who moaned loudly and ground his hips up against the other's. Uruha ran his hands up under Kai's shirt, briefly tweaking his nipples and ripping a gasp from perfect lips. He then proceeded to lift the shirt up over Kai's head and tossed it to the floor, Kai's boxers being soon to follow. Lastly he worked his way out of his sweatpants, the only thing between Kai and his more secret spots.