After the Show

The livehouse was already packed, even though the show wouldn’t start for another half-hour. All of the booths and tables were crammed and people, teenagers and younger college students, were sitting in makeshift circles of chairs, holding drinks on their knees.

The livehouse was already packed, even though the show wouldn’t start for another half-hour. All of the booths and tables were crammed and people, teenagers and younger college students, were sitting in makeshift circles of chairs, holding drinks on their knees.

It was almost impossible to hear anything in the basement-turned-club. Everyone was shouting to be heard by his or her friends. There was a tangible energy in the air, excitement for the band set to play that night.

Kaoru huddled herself in a back corner, staying out of the way of the other students, clutching her jean jacket tight around her. Bad Blood had become insanely popular in the last couple months, ever since they opened for a rival band at another popular livehouse. Kaine, the red-haired singer, was just as popular among the girls, the perfect imaged of a bad boy of a girl’s fantasies.

A loud squealing that overcame the livehouse interrupted her thoughts. The stage lights snapped on, revealing as the band members took places with their instruments. She recognized Kou, Yura, and Akira. They were dressed up in what they called their stage clothes, grinning and not looking the least bit nervous.

An even louder roar overcame the hall, marked by a tall, lean red-head striding onstage. Silver rings and clasps sparkled and shone under the light, dangling from the black leather jacket that hung open.

Underneath the jacket he wore a tight translucent white shirt, riding up to reveal a flat sleek stomach. Tight jeans lay slung low on his hips, threatening to slide down his long legs, revealing what lay beneath, trapped in the tight fabric but in no way hidden. There was no doubt he wasn’t wearing anything under them.

“Damn, Kaine,” Kaoru swallowed, throat suddenly dry, “Fashionably late as always,”

No introductions were given – none were needed. Everyone was here to see Bad Blood and they had arrived. Flashing an arrogant smirk that drew several adoring screams, he grabbed the mic stand, pulling it to him as his friends began to play.

Kaoru leaned back into the corner, watching as her classmate stood on stage, mouth nearly brushing the mic, holding the stand in his hands. It was intimate and completely sexual. His eyes – she couldn’t’ tell from here but she knew they were deep brown – swept over the crowd that was no more than a dark blur thanks to the overhead lights. It gave every woman and a few men the illusion that he looked straight into their eyes, that every silken word that left his lips was to them and them alone.

Kaine threw his head back while Kou played the rift, baring his throat and dragging fingers roughly through his hair. A soft whimper escaped from Kaoru as she stared, fingers tightening into the folds of her coat. She watched as he, almost lazily, tilted his head flirtatiously, bringing the mic to him once more.

‘Gods, he knows exactly what he’s doing, doesn’t he… ass…’

******

It was long past sunset when a car pulled up along the street side. Kaine pulled himself out of the tight confines that was a backseat shared with Yura, waving at his friends as they called out cheerful goodnights and drove away.

Groaning loudly as he stretched his arms to the sky, the teen began to stomp his way up the metal and concrete staircase, stepping over a suspiciously dark wet puddle.

“You put on quite a show tonight,” the female voice from by his door didn’t take him by surprise but he chose to be wary anyways. “Then again, you always act like God’s gift to the world,”

Kaoru grinned as Kaine stopped a few doors down, staring at her silently. When his eyes adjusted to the hazy streetlight and he saw her he chuckled to himself, smiling at the corner of his mouth, “I didn’t think you’d go to the show. You don’t’ like rock music, if that’s what you said,”

“Well, you invited me. It would have been rude if I hadn’t been there,” she watched as he walked – slunk – over to where she was leaning against his apartment door. She didn’t bother to hide the hitch in her breath as he leaned on the door, hand beside her head, nearly towering over her with his height.

“Did you come to congratulate me on my success…?” his voice was a soft murmur wrapped in velvet, and Kaoru could almost imagine the breath that went along with it hot and moist on her throat. It was all she could do not to grab him and ravish his mouth then and there. He probably wouldn’t mind, a part of her mind mused.

A soft jangle and double clicks signified that he was about to open the door and she was going to lose her much needed support. Kaoru purred teasingly as she stood and pushed back, letting herself into the entryway. Kaine followed, catching the door with his foot and kicking it shut.

“Kaine…” a hand closed tightly over her wrist and she was yanked back into his arms, the rest of her words cut off as an insistent tongue swept over hers. Her surprised moan only served as an invitation for the hands now roaming down her back and ass.

Caught off-guard but not to be outdone Kaoru gave a hard shove with her hands. Kaine yelped in surprise as he was pushed back against the door, growling loudly as she pinned him back with her body and mouth. So she wanted to play rough?

He was more than willing to play back.

Kaoru purred to herself, pleased that she had been able to take control so easily. She let go of the singer’s tongue long enough to flash a smirk up at him, the look dying as she saw the smirk that greeted her. She stared at his tongue as it brushed along his reddened lips briefly, “How cute,”

Kaine grabbed hold of her hips and pushed her off of him, pinning her against the hallway wall. She let out a whine as his hand slid down her hip and thigh, grabbing under the knee and wrapping her leg around his waist. Kaoru cried out as his mouth closed over part of her neck, biting and sucking hungrily. Her cries melted into needy whimpers as he began to grind his hips into hers, easily feeling his erection straining against his pants through her own jeans.

Just as quickly as it had stared it stopped, Kaoru letting out a little cry as he pulled himself off of her. Knees trembling she stared with lust hazed as he walked into the living room, hips swaying alluringly. She followed them happily.

Kaine barely had time to lay himself back out on the couch when Kaoru crawled onto him, straddling his hips. Both of them moaned as she rocked down onto him, leaning down and pulling his jacket down his shoulders, kissing down his throat hungrily. Her hands, soft and insistent, pushed his shirt even further up his belly and chest.

His soft panting in her ears and a hand tangling itself in her hair, Kaoru ran her tongue over a nipple, loving the whining moan it brought forth. She did it again, to the other one, and was rewarded by another.

She wound a slow, intricate path down his stomach with her tongue. Kaine moaned and arched his back, tightening his hold in her hair as he watched her move closer to the hem of his pants. Briefly he wondered if she’d done this before, deciding she most definitely had when she had his impossibly tight pants open and down his hips in less than a second.

Just as she thought, Kaine was lacking any clothing underneath his jeans. Probably for the best, judging by the grateful moan she received when his stiff cock was freed from its confines. Purring like a kitten she took him into her hands and leaned down, running her tongue over his head slowly. Gods, he tasted good.

Just from watching her in class Kaine would never have figured Kaoru as skilled at giving head. He let out a long low moan as she took him into her mouth torturously slow. He gave his hips a rock, wanting more of her tongue on him. She stroked his cock left unattended by her mouth as she suckled and rocking down onto him, loving the moans and cries she was bringing forth.

“Stop,” the strained command confused Kaoru, as did the hands grabbing her shoulders, pulling her up. Kaine’s cock left her mouth with a soft pop, pleased with the soft whimper as it did. She looked up at him, afraid she’d done something wrong.

“What is it?” her words were cut off as Kaine sat up, kissing her deeply, and she melted into his arms. He picked her up off him and pushed her onto her back, kneeling between her spread legs.

Kaoru laid back and watched as he shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall onto the floor. She moaned as his hands slid up her hips and stomach, fingers easily undoing the buttons as he worked his way up her chest. Her coat was soon to follow in its own place beside his. He held her hips easily as he bent down, catching the corner of her jeans in his teeth. She gave a loud whimper as she watched him give a few tugs and the button slide free, grabbing the zipper between his teeth and pulling it down slowly. The pants joined the coats on the floor.

“Why, Kaoru… a thong?” Kaine smirked, hooking a finger under an elastic strap as the girl blushed and squirmed underneath him. “How naughty…”

She let out a whimper as he snapped the strap, rubbing the inside of her thigh, moving up further between her legs. He tugged aside the sparse cloth, grinning wickedly when her pussy was revealed, shaved clean of hair, “How very very naughty,”

Kaine slowly ran a finger along her outer folds, feeling the heat and moisture beneath his hands. Parting the lips gently he ran another finger along inside. Kaoru let out a sharp cry and bucked her hips as he brushed the sensitive nub there, sending a jolt through her. She dissolved into helpless cries as he did it again, rocking her hips against his fingers.

There was a pause as the sensation stopped briefly and she mewled, body flushed and tingling with excitement. Kaine swooped down to kiss her, tangling his tongue with hers. She could taste herself in his mouth – he’d licked his fingers, wet from her, clean.

As he knelt over her, Kaine slid his hands under her legs, bending them and pinning her knees to her chest. He looked down and admired the aroused body spread beneath him, ready and willing for him to take her.
“Gods, I want to make you fucking scream,” he groaned deeply in her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, grazing teeth over sensitive skin.

Kaoru let out a gasp, arching her back, “Gods, please, I can’t wait any longer!” she looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. She reached down and took hold of his cock, moaning loudly as she ran the engorged head along her slick pussy.

Kaine growled softly at the sensation of her hand around him, pussy grasping at his head, fucking it, leaving the rest of him in tortured need. She gave a hard, insistent squeeze on him and rocked her hips, the both of them moaning as she nearly swallowed the tip of his cock whole, squeezing around him.

Growling loudly, he pinned her knees apart and arched his hips, slowly sliding his hard length into her, groaning at how wet and hot she felt around him. Kaoru whined and cried out, squeezing on him, urging him to move inside her, needing to feel him.

“Please… pleasepleaseplease, fuck me, now, I need it, PLEASE, Kaine!”

The desperate pleading was more than enough incentive for the teenager. As he braced himself on the couch he gave his hips a hard rock, drawing forth a happy cry. Good, but he wanted more. He shifted his weight and began to ream into the girl, holding her hips as his hard cock slid in and out of her, the sounds of flesh on flesh filling the small apartment. They were followed soon by her breathless cries, escalating into sharp screams punctuating the building tension between them.

Kaine felt Kaoru shudder beneath him, trembling as she came, panting and clutching the couch beneath her. The tightening around his cock excited and encouraged him, his breath coming in sharp, short bursts as he came himself, crying out at the release.

Spend for the moment he sunk against his lover, both panting, holding the other in their arms. In a sudden odd moment of tenderness, Kaine held Kaoru’s face up and kissed her gently, almost chaste if not for the brief touching of tongues between parted lips.

“You want to go again?” Kaoru looked up at him after several minutes, having shifted and now snuggled to his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, hands tangled in her hair and running through it lazily.

“In a minute,” he leaned down and kissed her neck. She nodded and cuddled back into his arms, closing her eyes. She could wait another minute.