The Cure for What Ails You
Tora/Hiroto
(NC17)

“You guys are sick!”

“Come on, Pon! It’s not that bad, is it?”

Hiroto all but gagged when Tora poured more ketchup into his ramen bowl.

“That’s disgusting! I’m eating somewhere else.”

The youngest band member picked up his bowl and drink, casting another disgusted look at the red mess that had become Tora’s lunch before crossing the break room toward Nao.

“Ne, Nao-san, can I join you?”

The drummer looked up from his book, taking in the sour expression on the little guitarists face before glancing past him to Shou sitting by the window, and Saga and Tora snorting silent laughter at the table. He scowled a little, annoyed that they were picking on Hiroto again.

“Sure you can, Pon.”

Nao leaned over and pulled a few papers from the other side of the couch, making room for the small man.

“Thanks.”

Hiroto sat down carefully, doing his best not to spill anything on himself or the couch. Nao smiled to himself, watching Hiroto settle in to eat his lunch.

“Ahh!” Tora yelled suddenly, leaping backward away from the table and slapping a hand over his mouth. “That is disgusting!”

Saga fell sideways out of his chair, howling with laughter as Tora dashed out of the break room, gagging. Nao watched him go, one eyebrow raised as he glanced at Hiroto. The guitarist, though, seemed unaffected. He went on eating, no emotion crossing his face.

“Pon?” Nao muttered, moving closer to the young man.

“He brought it on himself,” Pon said softly, glancing at Saga who was still curled on the floor laughing.

“What?” Nao asked.

“The lemon juice and curry powder in the ketchup.”

Hiroto stood up suddenly, moving to throw away his empty bowl and drink can, quietly excusing himself from the room. Nao stared after him, wondering exactly when Hiroto had gotten the gall to retaliate against the two older men. He shook his head and went back to his book, tuning out the gasping that was coming from Saga’s direction as the bassist attempted to catch his breath.

Hiroto made his way down the hall toward the bathroom, humming a light tune under his breath. Pushing the door open with his elbow, he saw Tora emerge from a toilet stall and move to the sink. As his fellow guitarist bent to splash cold water on his face, Hiroto slipped into a stall of his own.

Tora had seen Hiroto come in, but his stomach was still churned lightly. The cold water ran down his chin and neck as he straightened, making him shiver when it slipped past his shirt and down his chest. He leaned heavily on the counter, breathing deeply to calm his stomach, completely missing the sound of the toilet flushing.

“Tora-shi, are you alright?”

The guitarist jumped, refocusing his attention onto the reflection of the small man just behind him. Hiroto’s face showed his concern, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. Tora had to admit that the kid looked damn cute.

“I’m fine,” he returned with a smile.

“Are you sure? You’re pale.”

Hiroto stepped forward, pulling Tora’s arm so he could look him clearly in the face. A small, gentle hand reached up to caress his face and brow, eyes searching every inch of him. Tora barely suppressed the shudder that ran through him.

“I’m fine,” Tora repeated quietly, reaching up to take hold of the hand on his cheek. “Perfectly fine.”

Hiroto’s eyes grew slightly wider as he stood there worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he suddenly had the feeling that something was going to happen. His stomach tingled, but the feeling wasn’t unpleasant. His stomach positively lurched when Tora leaned down and brushed across his lips softly, chastely, lingering for a few moments before pulling back.

The younger man’s heart was racing, warmth rising in his cheeks as Tora reached up to run fingers through his soft hair.

“I’m sorry,” Tora said quietly. “I shouldn’t have-.”

“It’s fine,” Hiroto interrupted. “But… could you…”

“What?” Tora studied Hiroto’s face closely.

“Do it again?” Hiroto’s blush deepened.

Tora smiled before answering the request. He placed his hands on either side of Hiroto’s face, leaning back down slightly to capture his lips again, pressing more firmly this time. He smiled inwardly when he felt Hiroto’s arms slide around his waist, pulling him closer. When he dragged his tongue slowly across the smaller man’s lips, he moaned softly when he was granted access.

Hiroto fought back his nervousness, closing his eyes and leaning into Tora’s kiss. No one would ever know exactly how much and how long he’d dreamed of just this moment, though he had always pictured kissing Tora in a place much more romantic than the restroom of the PSC building. His breath was stolen completely when Tora shifted the kiss, taking it deeper and making it stronger.

Breathing became a problem the longer they stood there, causing them to tear themselves apart. Hiroto’s face was a pleasant shade of pink, his lips fuller than normal. Tora leaned his forehead against the younger guitarist’s, breathing deeply.

“How long, Pon?” he asked.

“A while now,” Hiroto answered easily, feeling a small weight lifting from him. “The past few months, maybe more. I lost track.”

Tora smiled, pulling Hiroto back into a kiss, sliding his hands down the others back to draw him closer still. Bodies flush against one another and arms tangled around each others backs, Tora eased Hiroto off of his feet, maneuvering him to sit on the counter, making it easier for both of them. Hiroto gripped his waist, shifting his legs on either side of Tora, urging their bodies close still.

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” Tora whispered, pulling away once more to trail kisses down Hiroto’s jaw and neck.

“I don’t mind,” Hiroto muttered. “You’re worth it.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Tora asked, shifting his attention to the other side of Hiroto’s neck and sliding his hands a few inches beneath his shirt.

“I was scared,” Hiroto managed to mutter, his head falling back against the mirror behind him. “I didn’t think that you’d…”

His comment was cut short by a gasp as Tora dragged his fingernails lightly across the skin of his stomach. The older man smiled against Hiroto’s shoulder as he felt the muscles there quiver and the skin goose bump.

“Sorry,” he apologized, laying a soft kiss on the younger mans lips.

“Don’t be,” Hiroto smiled, running his hands down Tora’s arms. “You’re here now.”

Tora smiled back, caressing Hiroto’s cheek for a moment before moving away. Hiroto watched him apprehensively, worrying his bottom lip again. Tora turned for the door, quickly turning the lock, the small snapping sound echoing loudly in the small room. Turning around, his smile widened when his gaze fell on the adorable young man still waiting for him on the sink.

Hiroto smiled back, his wide eyes softening when realization of the situation sank in.

“We don’t have long,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Not long at all,” Tora returned, moving back into Hiroto’s grasp. “Let’s make it count.”

Hiroto wrapped his legs around Tora’s waist, gripping his shoulders to pull him back into a kiss. Tora let his hands wander beneath Hiroto’s shirt again, caressing warm, quivering skin, skittering his fingertips across nipples, bringing a small gasp from the man he was kissing senseless.

“Have you ever?” Tora whispered, releasing Hiroto’s lips and claiming his neck with nips, licks, and kisses.

“Once,” Hiroto answered, pushing his hips forward to meet Tora’s. “A long time ago.”

Nodding, Tora slid one hand down and quickly released Hiroto’s belt, popping the button and sliding down the zipper of his jeans. Releasing one another, they managed to slide the pants from slender hips and onto the floor, falling uselessly over discarded shoes. Callused fingers brushed against aroused flesh, bringing another moan from the younger of the two.

“Ah, Tora,” Hiroto gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed his lower half to behave.

“I know,” Tora whispered, gripping Hiroto’s hips to readjust him on the counter. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

Hiroto grabbed Tora’s hand and brought it to his lips. A small smirk playing on his lips, he sucked three long, slender fingers into his mouth, growing bolder at the moans that emitted from the older man. Tora’s other hand reached down and fumbled with his own pants, somehow managing to get them open and pushed from his hips before Hiroto let go of his fingers.

“There,” Hiroto said with finality.

Tora took the hint and lowered his hand to the younger mans entrance, sliding a finger past the tight ring of flesh. Hiroto moaned softly, his muscles contracting deliciously. A second finger quickly joined the first, scissoring lightly before a third entered. Hiroto gripped the edge of the counter with white knuckles, biting his lip to keep from groaning too loudly.

“Tora-shi, please!” he whimpered, rocking his hips against Tora’s hand.

The desperation in Hiroto’s voice urged him on, making him remove his fingers and reach down to guide himself. Leaning back in, he distracted the smaller man with a kiss as he pushed lightly, easing himself inside the eager body beneath him. Hiroto moaned, pain gripping him only until Tora was fully within him. The tall guitarist stilled, one hand braced against the counter beside Hiroto, the other gripping Hiroto’s leg tightly just at the knee. Hiroto himself clung tightly to Tora, hands fisted into his shirt.

“You okay?” Tora asked, leaning back to stare into Hiroto’s face.

“F-fine,” Hiroto gasped, prying his eyes open and managing a small smile. “Just… move.”

Tora pulled back slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Hiroto’s face the entire time, teasing for a moment by hovering just inside. When the younger man’s face started to fall, he pushed back in, filling the tight heat once more. They groaned together, bodies pressing as close as they could.

Over and over, Tora pushed into Hiroto, shifting the smaller mans hips, searching for something. After one particularly hard thrust, Hiroto threw his head back, almost howling, and Tora smiled. Knowing that he had it right, he continued to push at that spot, wanting to give Hiroto all the pleasure the beautiful young man deserved.

“Ah, Tora,” Hiroto gasped. “Hurry!”

Tora moaned as Hiroto tightened suddenly around him, making him see stars. Keeping one hand braced on the counter, he reached between their bodies and gripped Hiroto’s erection, squeezing gently as he pumped in time to this thrusts. Hiroto’s voice became shrill as Tora continued to push farther and harder into his body, his hand stroking up and down stimulating him deliciously. With a yell that resounded in the small room, Hiroto let go, spreading cum across Tora’s hand and onto the exposed part of his stomach.

“Beautiful,” Tora breathed, pushing in as far as he could, landing on Hiroto’s prostate one more time before the younger mans muscles clenched around him, sending him over the edge.

The force of Tora’s orgasm caused Hiroto to cry out again, shivering at the feeling of warm heat filling him. The taller man slumped against him, both gasping for much needed breath. Slowly, Tora pulled out and away, gently lowering Hiroto’s legs and pulling him upright. Exchanging soft kisses, Tora reached for some paper towels and cleaned them both up, helping Hiroto back into his jeans.

“That was-,” Tora began, drawing the smaller guitarist into his arms.

“Incredible,” Hiroto finished, nuzzling his cheek into the area over Tora’s heart.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Tora smiled.

Their tender moment was interrupted by a loud banging on the door, and Shou’s voice.

“Nao says if you two are done having hot, steamy bathroom sex, he’d really like to continue practice sometime today!”

Tora and Hiroto looked at each other for a long moment before bursting into insane laughter. Walking out of the restroom with Hiroto’s hand entwined with his, Tora realized that his stomach didn’t hurt anymore.