Gathering the Falling Stars

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A/N

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Chapter 5


Quickly, maybe too quickly the next night came were Youji was helpping the twins with their homework. Junko had finished with tutoring early. Junko had managed to get the shirts on correctly (on his third try) and came downstairs staring curiously at his oversize wallet.

"Hey Youji. Where do you put your wallet?" He asked, since the pants were by far too tight to accomodate such a thing.

"I dont use one i use that hand bag on the door. You can use it since i got a new one." Youji helps Hiroki spell his vocab words.

Junko stares blankly at the handbag for several moments before removing his ID and the little cash he has and slipping it into his sock.

"Not happening." He stated flatly. "Thank you though."

"Your not putting it into your sock are you?! Use the bag damn it!" Youji couldnt believe that his brother was so stupid.

Junko shook his head.

"No. Absolutely not."

"Use it believe me you will want it!" Youji checks over Kaouri's math homework.

Junko growls and quickly puts his money in the tiny handbag mumbling something about pillow-biters and purses. The sound of the door bell ringing is heard as Kaouri yells.

"I'll get it!" the sound of her sliding on the floor and hitting the door before Hiroki can and opens the door.

Junko's face loses all color and he looks wildly around for somewhere to hide for a moment before getting ahold of himself.

"Hey Hoshi." Youji says as Hoshi grins.

"Youji... where is your brother?" Youji chuckles.

"Probably hiding... so tell me... is he coming over?" Hoshi sighs.

"Possibly depends on if he gets out of work in time to make it over here." Youji pouts.

Junko composes himself quietly in the bathroom, angry for his first gut reaction. He steps out into the living room with as much dignity as possible.

"Hoshi." He says by way of greeting, offering a nod and hiding the offensive handbag behind his back.

Hoshi stood there in his trandmark black trench with a white undershirt that was tight to his abs and pecs. He had on baggy cargo camiflauge pants. His smirk never faultering.

"Well now that is what you look like under those baggy clothes. Shall we go?" Junko nods stiffly, suddenly uncomfortable in the revealing clothing.

"You don't think it's too...er..." His eyes dart to Youji before he snaps his mouth shut on seeing his brother's eyeroll.

Hoshi chuckles.

"I love your attire." Youji slinks over to Hoshi with a smile.

"Really. I had to raid my closet and dress him. Myself." he said suggestively, just to annoy Hoshi.

Junko frowned, but his cheeks reddened at the description. Hoshi pursed his lips slightly as he looked at Junko.

"Shall we?" Junko, glad for the escape, nods in relief.

"Of course." He came to Hoshi's side, waiting for the slightly taller man to move out the door first.

Youji pouts cutely, his hips cocked at an angle as he leaned casually against the wall, one hand caressing his neck.

"Fine. Go." He said sullenly.

Hoshi turns and walks out as he looks at Youji.

"He will show up Youji. He sounded... excited to meet you." Hoshi's grin almost promised the loss of Youji's virginaity that night.

Junko froze as though just thinking of something.

"Wait, what?" He rounded on Youji. "You're having a-a-a-a *man* over when the *kids* are here!?" He asked in a horrified whisper, not wanting said kids to hear him.

Hoshi quickly rushes him out.

"Dont worry things wont be bad i promise you this. Good night." Junko reluctantly followed Hoshi, fuming.

"Did you set this up? Did you find some pedophilic pervert to come into my home when I wasn't there and....and....Youji's twelve years old!" He huffed.

"It's no perv i promise you that. He's my brother." Hoshi opens the door for Junko. "I thought a 16 year old could help out your 12 year old brother to take care of the twins." Junko's mouth clicked shut for a moment.

"Is he...er...you know. Um..." Junko berated himself mentally. "Er. Gay."

"Bird of a feather Junko." Hoshi gently helpped him into the car and shut the door and climbbed in himself.

Junko slid the handbag under the seat to keep it out of sight. He sighed.

"You know what? Screw it. I haven't been out in...well. A long time. I'm going to relax. Which I'm sure you're oh-so-glad to hear." He added sarcastically with a grin.

Hoshi grinned and sat in the seat.

"It will make tonight a hell of a lot fun." Hoshi drives off down the road. "You said you liked dancing right?"

"If I'm drunk enough." Junko muttered, deciding he would make the effort tonight to dance with Hoshi. Tonight, he would completely throw away everything he knew about himself and try to build himself anew. "Yes. I like dancing." He said aloud, smiling softly.

Hoshi grinned and nodded the speeds down the road as his hand rested on the shifter several platinum rings sparkled on his spider like fingers. Junko reached down into the tiny handbag his brother lent him, pulling out his ID and money and slipping it into his sock before kicking the bag farther under the seat with a smile and a sigh.

"I used to wear rings." he said conversationally.

"I'll buy you some if you like. Would you like to shift with me?"

*Oh, I'll do more than that if you get me drunk enough.* Junko thought before his eyes widened as he realizes what he'd thought. "Er." he squeaked, then cleared his throat. "S-shift?" Hoshi holds out his hand to Junko almost inviting him into the world of breaking the speeding laws.

Junko unthinkingly puts his hand in Hoshi's, jumping slightly at the shock running up his wrist.

"Oh my." He said quietly.

Hoshi smiles and rests Junko's hand on the stick shift resting his hand on top. Slowly he guides Junko into shifting the lambo. The car's speed could be felt but it was almost calming. Junko bit his lip. He'd always been a bit of a closet car buff and the feel of shifting such a sleek, powerful machine was sure to go to his head faster than single malt whiskey.

"What..." he had to stop and clear his throat from the slight huskiness in it. He was such a sucker for power. "What made you choose a Lamborghini?" *Aside,* Junko thought to himself, *from it being sex on wheels.*

"I was 16 and i had the money to buy..." He stopped himself from saying that he had enough to buy a whole car lot. "it. So i bought one." Hoshi continued to hold Junko's hand as he continued to shift the sex on wheels mobile.

"It's a lot like you." Junko said softly.

Hoshi looks at him briefly.

"Care to tell me why?" Junko's mouth answered before his brain told it to, with complete honesty.

"Sleek and sexy, but with this edge of power and a danger just teasing around the edges, begging to be sought out." He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening as he jerked his hand back, placing both in his lap and looking intently out the window, his cheeks bright red.

Hoshi grinned brightly as he looked at him.

"You must see me very highly. I like that... you are very much like my brother cycle. Young and sweet but purrs like a kitten when stroked in the right way." Junko managed a grin.

"As though you know anything about stroking me. Right, wrong, or otherwise." Hoshi visibly licked his lips as he looked at Junko as his single eye locked with Junko's as his car continued to speed down the road.

Junko held Hoshi's gaze defiantly for a moment before his eyes flicked nervously to the road and back.

"You shoud...should watch the road..." Hoshi turned back to the road and pulled up in front of a large night club called 'The Rabbit Hole'.

The sound of loud music pumping through the air is heard.

"Come on Junko." Junko slipped his ID from his sock in case he would need it to get in.

He stared dumbly at the door, having no idea how to open it since Hoshi usually did that.

"Um. If there's a handle on this thing, I can't find it." he stated uncertainly.

"Just push up." Hoshi demonstrates by using one finger to slowly lift his door open.

Junko mimics Hoshi, watching the door rise with little pressure.

"Right. Thanks." He unfolds himself from the car gracefully, running a hand nervously through his unbound hair.

It flowed around his shoulders in a deep green sheet. Hoshi walks around the car and took Junko's hand locking the car and going straight past the overly large bouncer. Junko looks around in awe at the club, feeling at once a bit freer. He was sure he knew no one in a place like this and resolved to do whatever he wanted here and if that included allowing Hoshi to kiss him. Well. Then he'd just allow it. Junko smiled at his thoughts, aware that they were rather tame compared to some he'd been having lately.

The music was loud in the club as the many neon lights flash around. Hundreds of people were dancing and drinking... and drinking and dancing. Then there were a few couples making out on couches while some went back into the bathrooms. What they did was rather obvious. Hoshi pulled Junko into the middle of the dance floor as Pitbull's Hotel Room Service song played in the speakers. Junko moved stiffly before he started to feel the beat and let himself relax. He smiled to Hoshi, the rare bright smile usually only seen by family. Hoshi smiles as he gently held Junko's hands as he slowly moves to the beat.

As the song goes on, Junko notices that he and Hoshi have gotten much closer together. He wonders briefly who's fault that is before dismissing it and dropping a hand low. He hesitates, fingers bare inches from Hoshi's hip. Hoshi gently rests his hands on Junko's hips as his trench was open showing the strong chest he possessed. He started to slowly grind dance with Junko loving every moment of it. Junko's breath leaves him, his hands coming up to lay flat on Hoshi's chest. His movements don't pause, however as he speaks close to Hoshi's ear.

"What do you expect from me, Hoshi?" he asks seriously.

Hoshi breathes deeply as he grins.

"Nothing that you dont want." His hands move over his fishnet sides.

His hands were hot against the skin in the net. Junko sighed at the feeling of Hoshi's hands on him.

"I don't really know what I want." He said softly before something deep inside made him smile.

He pressed against Hoshi, speaking with his lips ghosting over the other man's ear.

"Why don't you show me?" Hoshi breathes hard as he groaned slightly.

This seem way too easy but he couldnt help but hope.

"How about a drink...?" Junko decided that forwardness had it's rewards as Hoshi's groan went straight to his groin.

He nodded and slid away from Hoshi, but not before making sure the man knew what he was doing to him.

"Drink. Sure." Hoshi growled slightly as he walked Junko up to the neon lit bar.

He ordered two drinks as he sits down on a stool pulling Junko up between his legs so they were the same hieght.

"I think i like this side of you... rather... exciting and arousing." A bit of Junko's shyness peaked out as his cheeks flushed.

"Really?" He asked, leaning into Hoshi and enjoying the feeling of those large hands on his hips.

He smiled as the brush of a thumb over his belly tickled a bit. Hoshi hands Junko his drink and holds his own.

"To... the perfect first date... and to the perfect date." Junko toasts, then downs the drink without even asking about it's contents.

He is determined to get drunk tonight. Perhaps he can use it as an excuse to himself tomorrow. As Junko reviews that last thought, he frowns. He won't make excuses for himself. If he wants this, he doesn't need an excuse. He runs a finger over Hoshi's chest, brushing over a nipple, and decides that yes, he wants this. If only just once. Hoshi was taking a drink of his drink when Junko's finger brushed his nipple making him almost choak on it. God he didnt think that tearing down the layers of this sweet rabbit would be almost too easy. Junko spread his fingers flat on Hoshi's belly, sliding down until they brushed his belt. Yes, he decided. He would go all out tonight, and by morning he could have it all out of his system and go back to his normal life.

"Come on, Hoshi. I want something..." he flexed his fingers againt Hoshi's beltline. "Stronger." Hoshi gulpped thickly.

He was nervous! Dear god the sex god of the music scene was nervous about the advances of sweet little Junko! Without looking at the bartender he yells out to him.

"Two vodka tonics." Junko sidled closer, the leather barely covering his hips sliding smoothly against Hoshi's inner thighs.

His chin caressed the taller man's cheek as he leaned forward to run his tongue over the shell of Hoshi's ear.

"What makes you think I like vodka?" He said, not caring for the words, but experimenting with the sound of his voice- pitching it low and sultry.

Hoshi all but purred at the tongue on his ear.

"You wanted strong... vodka is strong." Hoshi ran his hands down and slipped into Junko's back pockets cupping his ass.

The bartender brought over two glasses of the vodka drink. Junko grabbed his and downed it, relishing the slow burn vodka brought when it was mixed. He took the lime slice in his mouth and sucked the juice a moment before dropping it onto the ice in his empty glass. Leaning forward, he ran his icy, lime-flavoured tongue over Hoshi's lips boldly. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was groaning and shaking it's head. He would more than regret such experimentation later and he knew it, but with Hoshi finally on the defense Junko couldn't quite care. Hoshi grinned at Junko's boldness as he drowned his and bit down on his lime. He enjoyed the strong drink as he swallowed purring. He pulled him close and as he brushed his lips to Junko's. He kept his lips close enough to tease this little heartbreaker but far enough to torment him. After a few moments of savouring the feel of Hoshi this close, Junko smiled and spoke lowly.

"You're teasing me..." He ran his hands down Hoshi's chest and to his hips, fingers curling around and thumbs running over his sculpted lower belly.

Hoshi smirked as his single eye sparkled.

"If you dont like it then do something about it." Hoshi's hands gently gripped his ass holding him closer their cores pressing close.

Junko whimperd as he felt Hoshi's hardness press against an erection Junko hadn't realized he'd had, but he hesitated in initiating more. So far, everything he'd done had been learned from television. He was afraid Hoshi would notice his inexperience if he actually kissed him. But...he *had* decided to let go tonight....

Junko bit his lip, unaware how adorable he looked when confused. Hoshi chuckled as he pulled back. "We will take things slower if you would like. But i think another drink is needed." He orders two more drinks. Junko's eyes widened. Had he been so obvious? He groaned inwardly, hating that he was so unsure of himself. Hoshi takes the shot and downs it quickly and bites the lime.

"How about i take you to my place?" Junko drinks his second vodka of the night more slowly than the first, weighing his options.

If he went home with Hoshi, it would end in sex. He wasn't sentimental and was saving himself for no one, so his virginity wasn't an issue. But did he really trust Hoshi to know how to deal with a new initiate? He'd heard one should be more careful with those inexperienced in such matters....

"No guarentees." He said finally, setting down his empty glass.

He would promise Hoshi nothing, but would assess the situation as it happened. Hoshi gently took one hand off Junko's bottom to rest his hand under his chin.

"I was hoping you would say that." In truth he was.

He hadnt been with a man in almost a year so he was afraid he had lost his touch. He knew that Junko would be a light weight when on booze so he was unknowingly getting wasted. "Do you want another drink or do you want to dance more?"

"I want your skin on mine, but dancing's close enough I suppose." Junko looked almost bored as he said it, and remained impassive for all of twelve seconds before his eyes grew wide and he gasped, realizing what he'd let slip.

Oh he really shouldn't drink! Hoshi's eye went wide at the delaration. Wait he was confused now. Junko said not to expect sex but he just say that he wanted his skin against his own.

"You are really sending me mixed signals Jun... i want to ask you one thing. Do you want me?" Junko glared at the empty glasses on the bar.

"I...don't really know. I'm not-..." He took a deep breath, still refusing to look at Hoshi. "You are...er. Sexy. And I feel at the moment that I want you, but...God, I've never done this before!" His eyes darted to Hoshi's, wide and pleading.

He desperately wanted to disappear under the bar's dirty rug. He should not be this unsure. This...virginal. Had he really been that busy? Working and keeping the kids fed- had he really been too busy to even learn how to kiss someone? Hoshi looked at Junko suddenly feeling his heart breaking under his pleading gaze. He never had this feeling with anyone. Not even his parents. He gently stood up.

"Come on." he puts down some money and takes Junko's hand into his own and walked out of the club. "We can go to my house and we will see where this goes." Junko ran a shaking hand through his hair, wondering where his bravado had gone.

He followed behind Hoshi, but froze when a man stepped between them, facing Junko. He was a tall man, but not particularly large, his trim mustache twitching as he smiled and showed several very white teeth.

"Hey there, pumpkin. Want to dance?" He asked with a slight slur. Junko stared at him incredulously.

The man must be 40 years old, what on earth was he doing haunting such a place? Hoshi stoped and looked at the guy. This old timer thought that he could stand between him and his cutie.

"Excuse me you are talking to my date." The man turned to Hoshi, his smile never wavering.

"That's okay kid, you can dance too." He said, as though speaking to a very slow child.

He smirked and turned back to Junko, who was now frowning.

"Come on." He stepped uncomfortably close, his fetid breath washing over Junko in a nauseating wave. "Peewee here wouldn't know what to do with you, pumpkin." Junko took a step back, growling.

Hoshi stepped over and grabbed the man by his collar and shoved him away.

"Look find yourself a guy your own age and and IQ." Hoshi pulls Junko close to him resting his hand on Junko's lower back.

The man's mustache twitches, but he never stops smiling.

"Aww. Are you jealous? That's cute." He leans forward to speak, but before he can, Junko pushes on the top of his head, causing him to tip the rest of the way to the floor with a chuckling curse.

"Wierdo." he mumbles, slipping his hand into Hoshi's with a sigh. "Let's go." Hoshi follows him out glaring at the man.

Once outside Hoshi walks towards his car.

"I should have hit him."

"If he'd kept up, *I* would have hit him, and I'm not generally violent." Junko said, squeezing Hoshi's hand.

Before the taller man can open Junko's door for him, Junko turns around, leaning against the car and pulling Hoshi closer. He twines their fingers together.

"Hoshi..." Junko smiles awkwardly before deciding to just ask. "Will you kiss me? I..." he paused.

He didn't want to tell Hoshi that it was only the thought of his tanned skin under Junko's fingers that was keeping the young man from running home in a mortified blur. Hoshi looks down at him and smiles.

"I would love to." He gently wraps his arms around his waist. "All you had to do was ask." He leans down and captures his lips in a deep kiss.

A sharp spark goes through them both. Junko gasps at the feeling, his hands slipping around Hoshi's hips as he hums contentedly into the kiss. Hoshi rests his hands on Junko's lower back as he slowly holds the kiss then ends it. He stayed close gently smiling.

"That was nice..." Junko stares for a moment, blinking, before he blushes.

"Y-yes. It was v-v-very nice." Hoshi smiles and pets his hair.

"Would you like another one?" Junko looks Hoshi over, loving the look of his lips reddened from Hoshi's kiss.

He slips one hand beneath his shirt, sliding it over his warm belly.

"Y-yes." He says, unable to keep the tremor from his voice.

Hoshi smiles and leans down capturing his lips once more.. This time he let his tongue slide over his lips silently asking for permission. His hands pulling him closer. Junko's hand flexes on Hoshi's belly as he feels that hot tongue over his lips. He parts them immediately, darting his tongue out to meet Hoshi's as he slips his fingers over one of the other man's flat nipples. Hoshi groans and presses into him his hard on very much present. His tongue gently wraps aorund Junko pulling it into his mouth to play. Junko's head is spinning, but he still smiles against Hoshi's lips, his fingers circling the nipple and flicking it when it hardens. His other hand pulls Hoshi impossibly closer, their mutual hardness rubbing together with only the fabric of their clothing between them.

"Hoshi..." he sighs slowly. Hoshi groans more and breaks the kiss breathing heavily.

"We better get to my place before something happens right here." Junko turns, pressing Hoshi into the car now, their hips flush.

"I don't mind that." he says with a growl and slips a hand between them, running his palm over Hoshi's covered hardness.

Hoshi gasps and lets out a moan before he grabs his wrist.

"As much as i would love, and i must stress the word LOVE, to let you do as you please but i dont like crowds." Hoshi breathes deeply.

"Fine." Junko purrs, and pulls Hoshi away from the car long enough to finagle the door open.

He presses Hoshi into the car, crawling after him and pulling the door closed behind him. His eyes are dark and dilated as he kisses Hoshi's neck, slipping his hand up the man's inner thigh. Hoshi gasps and falls back groaning as he tilts his head back. God either Junko was really turned on or just drunk.

"Jun...ko... oh god..." Junko's fingers dance up over Hoshi's crotch, fiddling with the button, but not opening it yet. He licks and kissesthe area just behind Hoshi's ear. Hoshi groans as his hands rest on Junko's ass holding him tight. Suddenly he snapped back to what ever senses he still had left. He sat up holding Junko. "Come on... let me get us to my place. More comfortable." Junko pauses and blinks a few times.

"But..." He sounds very confused as his modesty returns and a heavy blush crosses his cheeks. "I...I-I-I'm so sorry! I...shit..." He drops back into the passenger seat, one hand covering his eyes.

Hoshi sits in the drivers seat and took Junko's hands off his eyes.

"Calm down... i just dont want you to push yourself."

"Push myself." Junko scoffed. "I'm not pushing anything. It's like....I don't know. I get...get...er. Started. And I can't stop..." Hoshi chuckles and smiles.

"Once we get to my place... i wont stop you... i will even go my own fun." Hoshi speeds off towards his mansion.

Junko worked very hard on keeping his hands to himself onthe driveto Hoshi's home.

"Do you...live with...er. Anyone?" he asked.

Hoshi takes Junko's hand holding it.

"I live alone." Junko watches Hoshi's fingers, gently squeezing his, and he smiles.

"Lovely."

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