Hisashi smiled as he gazed down at his lover's sleeping figure. Jiro was fast asleep on his back, his body naked except for the blanket that draped dangerously low on his hips, his lips slightly parted.

Kawaii, Hisashi thought to himself as he lovingly pressed a light kiss on Jiro's lips. He almost didn't have the heart to wake him, but it was 8 now, and the two had to get up for practice. Hisashi considered shaking Jiro awake but given the bassist's tendency to reflexively hit anyone poor fool who so much as attempted to wake him from his slumber, Hisashi decided this perhaps wasn't the best course of action.

Hisashi frowned a bit as he recalled the times when he had tried to wake Jiro and had been greeted with a sleepy swing to the face. Was there a better way to get his lover up with possible damage to his face? Perhaps if he had a catcher's mask...

Ah! That was it!

Grinning to himself, Hisashi suddenly thought of the perfect way to wake Jiro up.

The shake he had been sipping on suddenly turned to water. Surprised and angered, Jiro threw the shake away from him, watching the glass bounce along the ground like a rubber ball before coming to a stop. The water in the glass seeped into the marble floor and suddenly began spreading and
spreading and spreading...

Alarmed, Jiro realized that he was now surrounded by water. He wanted to run but he could do nothing as the water steadily rose up to his chest, its bubbles sucking and popping at his skin whenever he tried to move like some sort of sticky glue...

"Ah..." Jiro couldn't help groaning out-loud.

Hisashi bent over his lover's body, his mouth working furiously over Jiro's pale skin. He lightly sucked the little hollow of his lover's throat before moving downwards to his Jiro's cute nipples, his tongue flicking out over one before moving to the other and sucking lightly. He smiled as he heard Jiro groan and slowly trailed his tongue down Jiro's flat stomach...

Jiro's eyes widened as suddenly became aware of a large leafy plant standing in the water beside him. The plant rustled, one of its leaves slowly trailing down the bassist's stomach. Jiro wanted to scream as he felt the plants leaves circle his belly button before plunging into the small hole. However, he found he had no voice.

My God, Jiro thought as he squirmed frantically, don't tell me I'm about to be assualted by a goddamn plant!

Hisashi couldn't help but giggle as he felt Jiro squirm under his touch. Jiro's bellybutton was always a sensitive part of his body. He flicked his tongue into the small crevice once more before moving downwards...

Jiro really wanted to scream when he felt himself becoming hard under the plant's touches. My God, he thought in horror, I'm getting turned on by a plant. A flipping goddamn plant!

Someone shoot me right now...

"Oh, so that turned you on, huh?" Hisashi asked, glancing at his lover's estatic expression with a coy little smile. "Well, I know something else that will make you happier." Scooting down further on Jiro's body, Hisashi pushed aside the sheets that covered his lover's pelvis and slowly lowered himself down, his mouth trailing along the length of Jiro's manhood...

Jiro squeezed his eyes shut in horror when he felt the plant lightly trail its leaves along his sex. I don't want to see this, I don't want to see this...

Keeping his eyes shut, Jiro trembled as he felt the light touch turn into a strong suction. Unconsciously, he felt his hips move in rhythm to the movements. He let out a groan...

Hisashi knew that Jiro was close. He could feel it in the violent trembling and stiffer feel of his lover's manhood. Smiling a bit, Hisashi adjusted himself...

Jiro's trembled, knowing that he was going to come soon. Feeling as if he couldn't stand properly anymore, his hands shot forward for something to hold onto. His hands met with smooth silky skin, his palms closing in on something that felt suspiciously like a combination of bone and flesh--Shoulders, Jiro thought to himself.

Wait a second, shoulders?

Surprised, Jiro opened his eyes to see instead of a plant but a man now kneeling down in front of him. The man was familiar, his shaggy brown hair covering his brown eyes that were now closed in concentration as the man's tongue and mouth worked wonders over his sensitive flesh, his fingers closed firmly on the bony portrusions of Jiro's hips, his slight 169cm body leaned slightly into the bassist's body...

Jiro gaped. Then...

"TERU!"

Hisashi froze in mid-suction, his closed eyes shooting open and staring upwards at the bassist's face. NANI?!?! TERU?!?! Angered, Hisashi bit down hard on the flesh that was in his mouth.

Jiro immediately woke up. "ITAI!" He screamed, cradling his poor throbbing flesh. "Wha--What the hell did you do that for?!?"

Hisashi merely glared. "Mister, you've got A LOT of explaining to do..."

***OWARI***