And the Boys Go Drinking

Title: And the Boys Go Drinking
Author: SirenMaketa
Rating: NC-17 (do I ever write something not? *sigh*)
Warnings: Smex, drunken groping, swearing, handjobs, yadda yadda. I think you get the picture.
Pairings: RamexTero (Vidoll)
Disclaimers: WARNING. Not Work Safe. Obviously don't own the names or persons contained herein, but that's pretty much a duh. Only meant for fun, no profit was gained by writing this fic *snicker* as if...
Notes: Because sometimes I just have too much time on my hands. I write music at home, write smut at work. Or the other way around *rolls eyes* I blame this on 2 people, mainly. D, for suggesting I write this (not to say that I hadn't kind sorta started already) and Rame, because he's just asking for it..... *snort* I have a tendency to read jrocker's blogs, in particular a large number of Holiday (and livedoor) ones. Peppered throughout this little ficlet are pics I found on Rametan's own blog, and maybe a few from Kisaki's as well. This is my version of how I *wish* one night of heavy drinking went about, oh, a few weeks ago (or months, now that I've gotten around to posting this...). If I remember to I'll link to Rame's specific post.


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"Taxi!" Rame called and waved one hand frantically in the air as the other gripped his giggling friend around his narrow waist. As a bright yellow cab beelined their way, Tero pivoted on very unsteady feet to face Rame.

"''s been a good night," the redhead said rather coherently considering the excessive amount of alcohol he'd consumed throughout the night.

"Yes it has," Rame agreed slowly, his own fairly inebriated self far too tired and loopy to form any sort of answer beyond the simple affirmative.

"I'm not ready to go to sleep just yet." Tero's grin widened as Rame raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Tero shrugged and spun back around, just barely catching himself on the cab door before falling to his knees. Rame cursed softly and helped his friend up even as his own head swam nearly out of control and shoved him inside the cab, collapsing inside right after. After giving the driver directions to Tero's flat, Rame closed his weary eyes and leaned back into the leather seat, letting the quiet hum of the car lull him into near sleep. After a moment he felt Tero's head sink forward until it rested comfortable on his shoulder and they rode the few miles across town in drunken silence.

The cab slowed to a stop in front of a long group of apartment buildings and paused, engine revving slightly to wake at least one of the sleepy men. With a groan, and a good deal of shoving by Rame, Tero too awoke and stumbled out of the cab. Propping the drummer against a nearby tree, Rame dug out his wallet and paid the man, before turning back to his friend. Rame sighed and just as he was about to speak, strong, muscular arms wrapped themselves around his neck, nearly cutting off his breath.

"Stay a little longer, Rame," Tero murmured beside his ear. "I've got beer in the fridge, or maybe some-"

"I think we've both had enough to drink for one night," Rame said tiredly, his forehead resting on Tero's bare shoulder. "But I will stay a bit longer. No choice really," he sighed. "No more cash and you're certainly not sober enough to drive me home."

Tero chuckled and squeezed a little, pulling their bodies close for a moment before pushing away. "Good," was all he said as he half stumbled, half trotted toward his apartment door. Rame shook his head and followed the other man with an amused grin.

By the time Rame caught up with Tero at his doorstep, the redhead still had not managed to locate the correct key to open the lock. Rame began to reach for his key ring when Tero grabbed his wrist, shaking his head.

"I can do it," he insisted quietly, but did not right away return to his task. He stood still for a moment, as if he'd forgotten what he'd been doing, still gripping Rame's wrist, staring at the bassist's fingers. Tero leaned back until he touched Rame's chest and sniffed deeply.

"You smell good," he murmured.

"Probably smell like beer," Rame said, his heart pounding in his chest. The grip on his wrist tightened as Tero slowly turned around.

"No," Tero said, his voice suddenly grave. "You smell like 'Rame', and I like that." He smiled. "You have a good smell; have I ever told you that?"

"Uh..." Rame stammered, unsure as to how to respond. "Thank you? Always nice to hear that my deodorant is still working."

Tero shook his head. "Not that kind of smell, goof," he leaned forward until they nearly bumped noses. "The smell is you... Rametan.... just you being alive." He suddenly closed the gap between them, pressing his lips firmly against Rame's.

Rame froze, flabbergasted as to the interesting turn of events, unable to move until the grip on his wrist tightened and he came back to his senses. Well, as much as one could in his state of mind and position. Confusion set in, but he couldn't bring himself to push Tero away. His body responded in the only way it knew how, and he slowly began to kiss his best friend back. He felt Tero's tongue prod at his lips and he opened his mouth. Tero darted in, quickly tasting and exploring all of him, Tero's movements becoming hastier as he stepped closer to Rame. The grip on his wrist finally let up, only for those hands to grip him elsewhere, one on his shoulder, the other on his hip. Tero stepped forward, pressing their bodies close, close enough to where Rame could already feel the other man growing hard, even through his thick jeans.

A sharp gust of wind whipped around the building and Rame shivered, breaking their kiss to hide his face in Tero's tank top. Breathless, Tero paused a moment, trying to clear his head.

"Let's go inside," Tero said, meeting Rame's gaze, then grinned and spun them around so that Rame faced the doorway, Tero behind him. He reached around Rame and handed him his keys, before dropping both of his hands to Rame's hips. As Rame fumbled with numb fingers to open the door, still not quite sure what had just happened only a moment ago, one of Tero's hands snaked around to the crotch of Rame's pants, lazily rubbing the sensitive area in slow, gentle circles while his other hand somehow made its way beneath Rame's shirt, rough skin caressing the warm, smooth skin of his stomach. Rame couldn't help but groan slightly as Tero's hand worked open his zipper and slipped inside. Biting his lip, Rame managed to get the key into the lock and the two men stumbled inside, the door slamming behind them.

Only a few short steps and then Rame's knees hit the futon dominating the small living room. Tero's strong grip around his waist prevented him from toppling completely over, but his weight leaning against him also prevented him from standing up. The hand that had been stoking him disappeared and Rame could feel Tero shifting his weight, the faint sound of clothing being removed. Then Tero's hands were on him, movements more hurried, as if either one of them stopped to think even for a moment then all of this would go away. His jeans were pushed over his hips, down to his knees and Rame could distinctly feel Tero's very hard cock pressing between his thighs.

"Rame," Tero breathed just behind his ear. Rame turned his head and grabbed Tero's jaw, pressing a rather clumsy kiss on his lips before the redhead began thrusting between Rame's nearly closed thighs.

Rame dropped his head, staring at the black cover becoming wrinkled as the men moved. Long locks of fire-red hair swirled around him as the other man grunted and swayed against him. Tero's right hand wrapped around Rame's cock, stroking franticly in time with his rather erratic, drunken movements. Rame moaned and gripped the mattress under his fists as Tero's strong body moved against him, draped over him with soft skin and muscles flexing. His mind swam and he closed his eyes, unable to take all the sensations overflowing his body as Tero's grip around his waist grew tighter, his hand running up and down Rame's cock picking up speed with eack thrust if hips between his legs. Rame could just feel the beginning of the end when suddenly Tero gasped, his grip around the other man tightening even more, causing Rame to hiss in pleasure and pain, and the drummer came, his orgasm taking them by surprise, both by its suddenness and intensity.

Tero sagged against Rame, breath coming in harsh gasps as both arms dropped to Rame's side. After a few moments, Tero gathered his strength and pushed away, stumbling over his own pants crumpled and forgotten, and falling hard onto the thinly carpeted floor with a mumbled curse. Rame's shakey arms couldn't hold his position much longer, especially with no one holding onto him anymore. Shaking his head back and forth a moment to try and clear his head, he carefully managed to crawl over the arm of the futon, nearly headfirst in his inebriated state, collapsing exhausted, mind swirling, against the makeshift couch. Only after several moments did he notice Tero staring at him, or more accurately, his still very hard erection. An evil grin spread across the other man's face, and before Rame's sluggish brain could even begin to fathom what on earth the other equally drunk man was thinking, Tero scooted forward, ducking his head to envelope Rame's cock with his mouth.

Rame gasped, jaw dropping in surprise, hips instinctively bucking into that wet heat. He almost came right then, but somehow managed to pull himself back just enough to enjoy this unexpected wave of pleasure now coursing through his groin. He peered down, every numb nerve in his body now on fire, barely able to remember to breath, both from the other man's obviously talented touch and the fact that he'd finally realized this was actually happening. Even when they'd kissed on the doorstep, the groping, even when Tero began to get off between his legs, none of it had seemed real....

But now, seeing that bright red head bobbing up and down with a drunken, sloppy fervor, those strong, familiar hands both working the base of his cock and groping the inside of his thigh: only now did it finally penetrate his muddle mind that it really was him engaged in such intimate acts with Tero, something he'd often dreamed about, but had never really thought would happen.

Sometimes Rame was fucking glad to be wrong.

As Tero's movements grew faster, somehow knowing just what would feel so good, so right, all other thoughts left Rame's mind, leaving him only to be overcome with pleasure. With short gasps and mewls pushing through tightly clenched teeth, he suddenly gasped, his orgasm hitting swift and unexpected. He thrust blindly into Tero's impossibly warm mouth, deft fingers reaching out and tangling almost painfully in Tero's long red locks. Rame squeezed his eyes shut, color and lights exploding behind his eyes as he tumbled clear over the edge.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rame relaxed his death grip, all strength drained from his body, head swimming out of control as it rolled back against the futon. He was dimly aware of the other man's uncoordinated attempt at climbing up onto the futon beside him, but all he seemed to have the strength left to do was let his eyes finally close.

Tero nearly collapsed on the thin mattress, not really even thinking as he drew the smaller man into his arms, Rame instinctively nestling against his lean body, head just under Tero's chin. With a tiny half smile on his lips, Tero sighed and fell into sleep.


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The mundane sounds of cars honking and people randomly milling about outside slowly brought Rame back to the land of the living. He cracked open one eye, several seconds going by before he could properly focus on his hand resting just a few inches from his face. Red streaks marred his flawless skin and for a moment he contemplated panicing, but oddly enough, he felt no pain. At least, not in that area, which seemed a bit disconcerting, but he let that go for the moment. He decided it wise to open the other eye and realized that the red streaks were too.. real, too three dimensional to be blood. And they were bright red, almost orange, not deep crimson or maroon like dried or drying blood would be. No, it was indeed someone's long hair, tangled and braided, twisted around his clenched fist.

After a few minutes, his other senses slowly began to awaken, and he became more aware of other sounds, other sensations around him, like the gentle rise and fall of someone's clothed chest beneath his cheek, the soft, slightly open-mouthed breathing of a face just above his own and the arm curled around his body, comforting, protective, possessive, fingers resting casually on his bare hip and abdomen.

And that was the moment Rame realized he wasn't wearing any pants.

A quick glance below his belt made his breath seize in his throat, eyes telling him that his, er, companion, was likewise only half dressed. Rame squeezed his eyes shut, now very literally willing his body not to panic.

Calm down, Rametan, he told himself in his sternest mental voice. Try to remember just what the hell happened last night.

Only tiny flashes danced sluggishly across his memory, mostly sensations and emotions rather than actual pictures. He remembered... it started out with all his band mates going drinking, even Shun.

"Come on, Shun, please? It'll be fun, I promise..."

-a hand inside his pants, touching, stroking, making his mind swirl and explode with-

No, No, not yet... before that...

They were all pretty much plastered when they left the last bar, that he was sure of.

"Jui, please listen to me. Make sure they get home ok... I'll see Tero doesn't get lost before he finds his doorstep."

Tero...

-eager lips latching onto his neck, tongue flicking out, teeth nipping smooth skin as he-

Tero...

......................................

Oh, fucking hell....

Hands now shaking considerably, Rame untangled his fingers from the beautiful red hair he'd been so desperately clutching during the night, and lifted his head just enough to see the still sleeping face above him. His heart beat rapidly in his ears, almost loud enough to drown out every other sound as he recognized those familiar lips, so ready to smile and laugh, lightly pursed as dreams raced through his sleeping mind.

Rame blinked several times, slowly counting to ten in hopes of calming his sudden nerves, but this seemingly impossible dream did not go away. As much as he couldn't believe it, there he was, curled up quite cozy in his best friend's arms after a night of-

-fingers tangled between fire-red braids, he arched his hips, mouth wide, head thrown back as pleasure overwhelmed ever sense, that hot, wet mouth and tongue sucking and stroking, consuming his every thought-

-drunken.. something.....

Hesitantly, Rame reached one hand upward, almost afraid as his calloused fingertips ghosted around Tero's strong, well-defined jaw. He'd dreamed about this moment, sort of, though now he wished he could remember more about last night. And perhaps he also wished that it hadn't happened quite like this. What would happen when Tero woke up, half naked, his best friend and bandleader snuggled in his arms like some lovey-dovey chick, a million tell-tale signs strewn about the living room indicating that some very intimate things had gone on after they'd gotten smashed off their asses....

For a moment Rame thought seriously about leaving, now; just gathering his clothing and catching the first cab home. Then, they could go to practice in-

He squinted his eyes at the clock hanging slightly crooked against the far wall.

-less than an hour and pretend as if nothing had happened. As if things between them had not just drastically taken a flying leap over the line between Close Friends and .... whatever they were.

And perhaps nothing had changed. After all, Rame himself could barely remember a thing really, only flashes of whispered words and soft caresses, and Tero had certainly been far drunken then he. Maybe Tero would remember even less about last night, and only become upset or even angry to find something had happened...

But as much as his mind might think it a wise idea to get the hell out of there, like, five minutes ago, Rame's heart could not let him do it. He'd been well aware, and even grudgingly accepting of his growing affection for the silly, hyper, goofy drummer for a long time, and now that it seemed as it there was even a small chance that the other man might share at least some of his feelings, he couldn't just let it slip away.

Then again, as drunk as they both evidently had been, for all he knew Tero could have been thinking he'd been going down on just about anyone last night, not necessarily him....

-"Rame," soft lips whispered, warm breath tickling the back of his neck-

Rame

"Rame."

Rame's head shot up, body tense, eyes wide as Tero smiled groggily down at him.

"Good morning," Tero murmured sleepily, eyes still glazed over. "Did you sleep well?"

Rame tried but failed to suppress the blush rising quickly to his cheeks. "I think so..." he said carefully.

"You think so?" Tero chuckled, one pierced eyebrow arching. He lifted one hand, dragging a finger over Rame's cheek. "Your face is all red."

Rame only blushed harder. "Your mouth sounds like it's stuffed with cotton."

"Well, that happens when you literally spend hours drinking..." Suddenly, Tero's face paled, eyes going wide and for a moment Rame's heart stopped. Tero's skin quickly began turning an interesting shade of green as he scrambled off the futon, stumbling as quickly as possible on rubbery legs toward the tiny bathroom across from
the living room. A moment later, Rame heard the unmistakable sounds of retching into the toilet, all the nights poisons quickly forced out of his otherwise healthy body.

Rame slowly sat up, dropping thin, smooth legs over the edge of the futon. His eyes caught the sight of dried, white flecks smeared across his flat abdomen and thighs, and grimaced in distaste. His head felt like lead, about to split open any moment, eyes crusty and sore and he felt absolutely no strength in his limbs, but dried semen sticking to his skin was enough to spur him into carefully attempting to stand on shaky limbs. He bent over slightly, snagging jeans he didn't really remember stepping out of, from the floor and walked rather stiffly into the narrow kitchen. He reached into the cabinet under the sink where he remembered a roll of paper towels being, ran a little water over them and cleaned himself as best as he could. Waves of nausea prevented him from moving too quickly, but soon enough he was as clean as he as gong to get without taking a shower.

When he returned to the living room, Tero was sitting on the edge of the futon, a clean t-shirt draped over one muscular arm. He was nodding into his cell phone, then told whoever was on the other end that he would see them soon, before hanging up and pulling his shirt over his head.

"Jui," he clarified with a slight smile. "He said he's running a little late but would be at the studio in about 15 minutes." Tero's smile faded slightly a he cleared his throat. He also said he tried to reach you first, but that it just kept going straight to your voice mail."

Rame frowned and fished in his pocket, pulling out a heavily strap laden cell phone.

"I must have forgotten to charge it yesterday," he murmured rather sheepishly when it failed to respond to his commands.

Tero shrugged absently, face sobering, then handed Rame a bundle of clothing. "I little big on you, I know, but at least they're clean." Rame nodded and accepted them gratefully. "I'll go start my car while you change. Just, uh, toss your clothes in the washer on your way outside."

"Thanks."

The redhead paused, about to say something else, but then only frowned, as if confused about something and shook his head slightly to himself.

"I'll meet you outside."


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Despite the night's excitement, all five members of Vidoll arrived more or less on time to practice. Tero and Shun seemed the worse of; the drummer constantly collapsing across the nearest chair, drum, amp or human, the guitarist running to the men's room every time someone happened to mention either food or alcohol of any kind. In the end, they all felt it wise to end practice early. Besides, not a lot was getting accomplished anyway, and wouldn't until they were all at least a little more sober.

As the others were preparing to leave, Tero managed to catch Rame alone as he put away his bass.

"I know you're just as tired as the rest of us," Tero said, his eyes darting around everywhere other than meeting Ram's questioning gaze," and I'm sure all you really want right now is to sleep for the next eight hours or so. But..." Tero scratched absently at his arm in a rare display of uncertainty, "Would you mind coming over later tonight? By then your clothes will be clean and... and I think we need to talk."

Rame swallowed the lump in his throat, his hands suddenly growing very cold as he agreed. Tero seemed relieved as they headed out to Tero's car. The ride to the drummer apartment was mostly silent, only occasionally peppered with polite, meaningless conversation. Eventually Rame said goodbye to his friend, promising to stop by at around eight. He watched as Tero drove off, his heart heavy with worry. With one last tired sigh, he retrieved his key and stepped inside his home.


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Tero answered the door with a smile, but already Rame could sense great unease practically radiating off the other man as he was invited inside.

"Are you hungry?" Tero asked as Rame stooped to remove his shoes. "I was just about to heat up some leftovers."

Rame inwardly groaned and wrinkled his nose. "Exactly how long has it been in your fridge?"

"Uh, well..." Tero paused to count a moment in his head. "Three or four days, I suppose."

"Water's fine."

Tero shrugged and turned away, disappearing into the small kitchen. Shoes by the door, Rame padded barefoot the few steps across the room to the futon and gingerly sat down. Flashes of memories, too brief and half formed to be properly remembered danced across his mind and he frowned deeply. The sheet had been changed, a clean if well worn white one to replace the dark one from the night before. He fidgeted nervously as vague memories flashed across his eyes, but forced himself to calm down as Tero returned, a glass of water in each hand.

Rame accepted the water, clearing his throat. "What happened to your dinner?"

"I lost my appetite."

Tero sat down beside the other man, his face sober and troubled. After a moment, he took several slow, deep breaths and cleared his throat.

"Last night-"

"We were both drunk," Rame interjected.

Tero nodded absently. "This is true, but that's still no excuse. What happened..."

"Tero..." Rame sighed, unable to keep the disappointment from creeping into his voice.

"I'm sorry."

Rame stared down at his glass, blood pumping heavy in his ears. He'd been afraid of this. I guess at least he's not angry...

"I didn't mean to... I want you to know, I hope you know... I never meant to hurt you."

Rame's brow furrowed slightly and he cracked open one eye. Tero's shoulders were slumped, his gaze lost in the depths of the glass of water he still held.

"What I did was wrong," Tero continued, his grip on the glass tightening until Rame was afraid it would shatter. "I never should have, I just can't believe I did that to.. of all people, the one person I care about the most..."

"Tero, what the hell are you babbling about?"

Tero's head snapped up, the look of utter sorrow and shock on his face enough to nearly break Rame's heart.

"Don't you remember anything?" Tero asked, his somewhat deep voice soft in disbelief.

Rame snorted. "Ok, so I don't remember alot, but what I do remember certainly wasn't bad." He scooted closer to his friend. "Now what's wrong?"

Tero looked away, dark brows furrowed. "I suppose it's probably better that you don't remember it. After all the alcohol we consumed... " He shook his head. "But it still doesn't excuse what I did." He took a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheeks. "I ... think I forced you to... I remember grabbing you, spinning us around, and you fell.... I ..... pulled your clothes down..." His last words were almost choked as he forced them through his lips.

Rame stared at Tero for several long moments, astonished." You... you think you fucking raped me?!?" Tero visibly flinched at his words, then jumped nearly a foot in the air as Rame threw back his head and laughed, his deep voice echoing in the small, quiet room. Tero just stared, confused, until Rame was able to control himself with only the occasional snicker and giggle. Rame scooted closer to his friend, placing one hand on Tero's bare arm.

"Tero, take my word for it. You didn't do anything to me, with me, last night that I haven't wanted for a Very. Long. Time."

His mind reeling, Tero's mouth seemed to have forgotten how to work. "But... I ....I was so-"

"Tero," Rame sighed, exasperated. After another moment of mindless mumbling from his friend, Rame gave in and leaned close and quick, before Tero could react, pressing their lips together in a fierce, desperate kiss.

Tero froze, caught completely off guard, but Rame's hand moving up to caress his neck told him all he needed to know. Almost blindly he set his untouched glass of water on the floor under the futon and let his hands slowly explore Rame's torso through the thin fabric of his borrowed t-shirt.

After several minutes of slow groping that seemed like an eternity, Rame pulled back for much needed breath.

"Now do you believe me?" he asked, dark eyes searching.

Tero nodded a bit sheepishly, another rarity for his friend to witness. Tero's eyes dropped to the slightly skewed collar of Rame's shirt, where a hint of pale flesh peeked out from the too big garment. His fingers moved to touch the warm skin there, softly caressing as he spoke. "I.. just wish I could remember more."

"Trust me, I wish I could too," Rame said, eyes closing as Tero's hand moved up his neck. "As much as I've wanted.... it doesn't really do a lot of good if no one remembers anything later.."

"Tell me," Tero asked innocently, "what is it exactly that you've wanted from me for 'so long'?"

Rame scowled, cracking in eye open to glare at the other man. "I think it's pretty damned clear what I wanted." His face reddened slightly, balling his fist and punching the other man in the arm. "I just kissed you for kami-sama's sake"

Tero nodded slowly. "I suppose it is." His growing grin turned evil as he leaned forward, soft lips eagerly catching Rame's once more.

Rame sighed into the kiss, his worries put aside for the moment as he let himself just feel, react and not think quite so much. Tero's tongue prodded gently against his lips and obliged willingly, opening his mouth so Tero could deepen their kiss, both men becoming more passionate and aroused as the seconds flew by. Rame tilted his head to the side and Tero trailed kisses along his jaw line and down his neck. He opened his mouth a little wider and sucked hard, biting slightly, not painfully so, but just enough to leave a mark. Rame hissed but leaned into him, accepting without question Tero's evident need to mark him in a way that he didn't understand, but didn't really need to.

"This," Rame breathed as Tero returned to those soft kisses along his neck and face, "this is what I want to remember."

Tero shifted his weight, and much to Rame's surprise, stood, pulling Rame up with him. He gave the redhead a questioning frown and Tero chuckled.

"I do own a proper bed, you know," Tero responded, holding out his hand.

Rame grinned and folded his hand around Tero's, following him down the short hall and into his bedroom, sitting on the edge of Tero's slightly more comfortable mattress. Tero busied himself a few moments, digging around almost frantically in his nightstand drawer and Rame took a moment to look around the small, somewhat disorganized room.

He'd been there countless times over the years, but never had he really thought that the next time he'd be lying on top of it, Tero would most likely be...

Rame jumped slightly as a hand lighted on his arm. Tero flashed a quick smile and in that moment, Rame was certain that no matter what happened after this night, nothing would make him regret this.

And this time, they were not drunk. **

Tero kissed him softly; tongue stroking tongue in a slow, languid rhythm, then guided Rame farther up onto the bed. Tero reached up and together they removed first Tero's shirt, then his pants, dropping them thoughtlessly over the side of the bed, until Tero was sitting upon the sheets as naked as the day he was born. Tero hesitate a moment, those residual guilty feelings still lingering in the back of his mind. He caught Rame's gaze and stared into those doe-brown eyes. Are you sure?.

Rame's eyes flashed as he fired back his best Hell YES! look and leaned forward, catching Tero's lips with his own.

The last barrier tossed carelessly aside, Tero hesitated no longer. Breaking contact only long enough to shed Rame's borrowed clothing, Tero crawled over the other man, hands roaming, touching, now seeming not to be able to get enough contact, and still his body begged for more. Rame gasped and moaned softly as lips, hands, teeth and tongue traversed his body, the other man mapping out every dip and curve of muscle and bone. He was torn between closing his eyes and letting the sensations envelope him, or watching with utter fascination at the beautiful, red-headed creature explore his body so eagerly, his touch so loving and tender. In the end he pulled the man closer, wrapping his legs around him, urging Tero to do whatever he wished, so long as he could feel.

Eventually Tero's hand fumbled for the not-quite forgotten objects he's located in the drawer earlier and tossed on the bed beside them. After placing a final kiss on Rame's abdomen, just below his navel, Tero sat back on his heels, snatching the bottle of lubricant and condom off the mattress and showing them to Rame. Rame took the two items from the other man and popped the cap on the bottle of lube. He took Tero's hand and poured a generous amount into his palm, then nodded his head. Wordlessly, Tero rubbed the clear gel over several fingers on his right hand, then lifter one of Rame's legs up onto his shoulder, slowly circling his entrance with one finger. Immediately he felt the bassist tense up, but he continued his slow, gentle touches until Rame was able to relax. Only then did Tero carefully push one finger between the tight ring of muscle, one knuckle at a time.

Rame closed his eyes, all thoughts focused on this new sensation. It didn't hurt at all, really. It just felt... odd, foreign. Tero moved a little inside him, touching him here and there as his body slowly acclimated to this odd feeling. Another minute of this and a second finger pushed inside him, slowly stretching stubborn skin and muscle. Once the third finger joined the other, Rame could sense that Tero was only just barely keeping himself in check. All this felt very alien and awkward, still not exactly painful, just, full in a way he hadn't-

Tero crooked his fingers just so and Rame gasped, taken aback by the sudden bolt of pleasure shooting upward through his body. Tero repeated his actions and Rame groaned, back arching slightly off the bed. Tero grinned, then removed his fingers, leaving Rame suddenly feeling ... empty. He reached for the condom Tero had produced, broke the seal, then paused, carefully encircling his fingers around Tero's cock.

It certainly wasn't the first time he'd seen his best friend so fully exposed, none of them felt the need to be terrible modest amongst their friends, and Tero was anything but shy, but he'd certainly never seen him this aroused. It sent goose bumps over his body, just the thought that he could produce such a reaction from the other man. Rame ran his hand slowly down Tero's length, dimly hearing Tero's breath hitch and sigh in anticipation. He marveled at the unique feel of the other man's flesh under his finger tips, such a forbidden pleasure until now. He swirled his thumb over the head, then nails down the side, making the sensitive skin jump in excitement. A smile slowly spread across Rame's face as he quickly rolled on the condom, then spreading lube over his palms, rubbing it somewhat roughly up and down Tero's sheathed erection in quick, easy strokes.

Tero half moaned, half growled, apparently now past the point were he could wait any longer. He ran one hand down Rame's milky-white, unmarked thigh, then lifted his leg so it draped over his shoulder, mirroring his other leg. He positioned himself at Rame's entrance and slowly guided himself inside, gasping softly as Rame's tight heat enveloped him in pleasure.

Even as relaxed as Rame had been, he couldn't help but tense up when Tero entered him, this feeling of being stretched and filled so completely both frightening and delightful at the same time. He tried not to show his discomfort at Tero stilled, but when he felt gentle fingers on his cheek, he knew he'd failed. Taking a deep breath, Rame forced his body under control, slowly relaxing all his muscles, one by one. Tero lowered Rame's legs until they wrapped securely around his waist, then leaned down, placing a soft kiss just above Rame's left eye and took the bassists cock into one hand. As Tero slowly began to move within him, he stroked Rame in time with his thrusts, trying his best to distract the other man from any pain he seemed to be feeling. The dual sensations were indeed helping Rame, and within short minutes Tero began to hear little gasps and approving grunts from the man beneath him. Rame's hands roamed more freely over Tero's naked torso, pulling him closer, deeper inside him, urging him faster. Tero complied eagerly, letting himself go all the way. Well defined muscles in his back flexed under Rame's hands, their bodies beginning to glisten with sweat as Tero thrust harder, faster into him. Tero angled his thrusts as best he could, grazing Rame's prostrate and grinned broadly at the uninhibited, nearly constant stream of moans flowing freely from his lover's lips. Judging by how quickly Rame writhed beneath him, twisting and grinding his hips up to meet him, Tero knew neither one of them would last long. Faster he moved, damn near pounding into him, stroking, groping, touching and tasting all he could of the other man.

Suddenly, Rame groaned loudly, something vaguely sounding like Tero's name upon his breathless lips, and came between their bodies, short, red painted nails digging angry half moons into his strong shoulders.

Tero now planted a hand on either side of Rame's flushed face and thrust as deep as he could into the exhausted man. Ever muscle in his body tensed and contracted, eyes screwed shut, all thoughts consumed with this tight heat as he continued to move within Rame. His breath came in short, sharp grunts as his head swam, his whole body about to topple over the brink. He felt a lazy hand reach up and gently caress his cheek and he opened one eye. Rame smiled up at him, face flushed with euphoria, eyes glassy and lustful.

"Tero..."

That was all Tero needed. With a strangled moan, his orgasm washed over him in thick, all consuming waves. With a few final thrusts, he stilled, heart racing as he slowly lowed himself beside the other man.

The sheets felt cool against Tero's face as he slowly came down from his high, heart rapidly beating in his chest, sweat beginning to cool on his naked skin. He felt the mattress shift slightly as Rame scooted closer to him. He rolled onto his side, pressing a chaste, tired kiss on the bassist's forehead as he curled into Tero's arms. He ran a hand lazily over Rame's soft brown head until he felt the other man's body relax on the verge of sleep.

"I will never intentionally hurt you," Tero whispered softly as sleep threatened to pull him under. "I can't promise that.. whatever we have will last forever, nothing ever does, but," he felt Rame's hand squeeze his lightly and he smiled. "I can promise you this. I will do the best. I'm only human, I have weaknesses and flaws. But.."

"That's all I ask," came a barely audible reply.

Tero grinned, then closed his eyes, arms gently encircling perhaps the only person who could ever understand him, and love him unconditionally for who he was, flaws and all.


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Author's Note: I know this isn't all that great, but I've been working on it for a while and I'm done. *sweat drop*
Where I put '**' was the original place I decided to end the fic. Buuut, being a yaoi whore that I am, I decided to actually finish their night. Do you think I should have cut out the smut? *shrugs* I don't know.