His cell phone rang on the bedside table.

Gackt took his eyes off the man writhing beneath him for only a moment and glared at the obnoxious thing. How dare it interrupt their much needed stress-relieving sex session? But it wouldn’t stop ringing…

You saw the look and wrapped his arms up and around the other’s neck. “No…just let it ring…” he begged as his body moved in time with Gackt’s thrusts. He was so close to orgasm he could almost taste it, and he knew Gackt was not far behind him. “They’ll hang up…”

“Yeah, and then call back in fifteen minutes,” Gackt grumbled. His hips stilled, much to You’s frustration, and he leaned over his lover’s body to answer the call. “Hello?” he asked, none too gently.

“Hello, Gackt-san?”

“Oh. Hi,” Gackt answered, recognizing the voice. To You he added, “It’s our manager.”

You groaned and dropped his head back into the pillow, sweeping a hand up to rub at his eyes before dropping his arms down on either side of his head. Gackt thought they framed his face rather nicely and with his eyes still closed, You almost looked like he was sleeping. Almost.

Gackt turned back to the man on the other end of the phone. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to go over some things with you…”

Gackt rolled his eyes as the other man started to ramble, as he tended to do. Then an idea popped into his head. Shifting his weight a bit on the bed, he made a long and slow thrust into the other’s body.

You’s eyes snapped open and he gasped. Gackt covered the other man’s mouth with his hand for a moment before bringing a finger up to touch his own lips. As he moved, he watched You bite his lip to muffle the sounds and pretended to listen to their manager discuss interviews and photoshoots and such with him over the phone.

“So what are you up to now?” their manager asked.

“Well…” Gackt began, smiling down at his lover as You’s eyes fluttered shut. “We were exercising when you called. We’re taking a bit of a break now…” He thrust particularly hard against You’s prostate and the other man’s hands came up to grasp at his shoulders, his short nails latching into the skin on Gackt’s back. He hissed as he felt a few of them bite through the surface.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” Gackt reassured. He pulled You’s hand from his shoulder to kiss his palm before replacing it where it had been. You blinked his eyes open and let his hands caress the angry marks on Gackt’s back.

“Alright. Hey, I have a few other questions…”

After a couple more thrusts, Gackt slid back away from his lover and with his free hand, circled a finger. You took the unvoiced order and rolled onto his stomach.

As Gackt entered him from behind, he bit viciously at the pillow under his head, unable to keep his moaning silent for any longer. Oh, it felt so good and so dirty at the same time. He lifted his backside up to meet Gackt’s thrusts as the other man sped up the pace.

“Hey, since you’re on your break, do you have time to come down to the office for a bit?”

Gackt almost faltered in his thrust, before regaining his footing in the conversation. “I don’t know, I’ll have to ask You.” Holding the phone to the side, he bent down over You’s prone body and asked, “How long do you think we’ll be?”

You, pillow still latched safely between his teeth, lifted two fingers.

“Two hours.”

You shook his hand and lifted a third finger.

“Oh, sorry. Three hours.”

“Three hours?” their manager asked, surprised. “Working hard today, I guess, huh?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Gackt answered with a smirk as he pounded into the man beneath him. There were times he was very happy his bed did not squeak. “Whenever we get the chance.”

“Well keep up the good work then. Call me back when you’re available.”

“Will do.” He hung up the cell phone and tossed it across the room, relishing in the sound it made as it clattered to the floor. He threw his head back, the air in his lungs exploding from between his lips. “Oh God!”

In his haze, he could feel You’s body tighten around his shaft as he thrust down into the other man’s body again and again, their bodies shaking from the strain of their approaching orgasms. His body went rigid and with another cry he came, You following close behind.

After several moments, You finally released the pillow and moaned, “How could you do that…?”

“Only because it was our manager,” Gackt answered, his voice rasping. “Anyone else would’ve guessed what we were up to.” He dropped his head to pepper the back of You’s shoulders with kisses.

“Oh, I love you…”

“You keep saying that…we just got another three hours all to ourselves.”