Love That Never Saved Me

Prologue

        The heat from the stage is left behind as they both entered the air conditioned backstage. Yutaka was almost in a daze as someone handed him a towel, he only dabbed it on his face once. Arms too tired to wipe the plethora of sweat from his forehead. His arms hung lifelessly on either side of him. He could hear Akira's hoarse voice behind him, trying to make breathless conversation. The others were still on stage as the crowd was still to rowdy for the band to leave yet. Akira eyed Yutaka as he went into the dressing room. He didn't know whether it was the performance or the drummer's ass that made him so hot but it didn't matter to him, he needed release.  He followed the drummer and was grateful that they were the only two in the room for the moment. He then continued with closing the door quietly so he wouldn't stir attention towards the room. Yutaka looked at him and smiled.

        "Hey, Akira. You were amazing out there. Great job." Yutaka went back to drying his hair and forehead from all of the sweat. "I thought that maybe I could've been better, more exciting. Like everyone else was tonight, y'know?" Yutaka chuckled to himself. Akira just listened and nodded. He walked over to Yutaka and took the towel away from him. He began to gently touch the side of Yutaka's face and wiped the sweat from his cheek. Yutaka's heart began to beat out of his chest and he licked his lips out of nervousness. Akira's face drew a smirk and his hand traveled down Yutaka's cheek to the crook of his neck. His thumb rubbed Yutaka's earlob. Akira's face got closer to Yutaka's, he swore he could get sweaty all over again because of the sudden heat of their bodies in close range. 

         "I thought you were... pretty good too." Akira's lips barely touched Yutaka's as he says this. Yutaka was impatient and tried to lean in so his aching lips could feel Akira's plump ones. But Akira backed away a little and smiles. "Nope, I want to take my time with this." Yutaka breathed out and nodded, his lips started to get chapped from the lack of intimate touch. Akira got closer to Yutaka and teased him by gently licking his lips, he liked the way Yutaka shivers underneath his tongues small touch. He liked that control he had over the drummer. Akira finally closed the millimeter gap between them and kissed Yutaka passionately. He puts his other hand on the other side of Yutaka's neck matching where his first hand was. Cupping Yutaka's face, he deepened the kiss and demanded that Yutaka gave him entrance to his warm mouth. Yutaka's mouth opened and he put his hands on Akira's waist. Both of their heart beats syncranized. Akira pushed Yutaka against a wall and started to the explore underneath his shirt. Yutaka stopped him.

        "Wait, I haven't showered yet. I'm still sweaty." Akira smiled, still kissing Yutaka.

        "You're going to need a shower after I'm done with you, now be quiet." Yutaka giggled but was soon stopped by Akira roughly kissing him and his hands touching his chest. Akira's fingers started to mess with Yutaka's nipples and he shuddered at Akira's touch. He needed more. Yutaka's fingers ran through Akira's hair. His hair was soft and wet with sweat. He could feel Akira's erection against his. Yutaka moaned softly but started to hear voices behind the closed door.

        "Akira, stop I hear them coming." Akira continued with putting quick pecks on Yutaka's lips unable to pull himself away. Yutaka giggled and smiled through his recieved butterfly kisses. "Akira come on." Akira found the strength to pull himself away from Yutaka's gravitational pull at the exact moment Takanori bursted through the door. 

        "Oh, there you two are! What were you guys doing?" Takanori asked, but all Akira and Yutaka could do was smile at each other.