Title: Never Look Back
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.
Notes: Just something short and fruity written while I waited for my green hair dye to do its stuff.
K was the best lover Hiro had ever had.
And Hiro had had a lot of lovers, both of the male and female varieties. It was a perk that came with the job; people flocked to the guitarists of popular bands.
They had even flocked before Bad Luck made it big, back when it was just Hiro and Shuichi. All Hiro had to do was grope Shuichi under his clothes and the fans would be falling at his feet, attending to his every beck and call.
It just got better when the band got a record contract. Hiro didn't have to molest either of his band mates to get laid (even though he still did every now and then, just for old time's sake). He could just click his fingers and he'd have a crowd of hot and ready-to-go fans in front of him. It was then just a case of choosing one of them.
It was a bit ironic, he thought, that the best lover was the only one he didn't choose. He didn't even want him at first. K was his married manager and twice his age. He was also perverted and violent (although Hiro later discovered that these traits could be quite pleasurable), and it was the most badly-worded seduction Hiro had ever heard. No flirting beforehand, no sly looks out of the corner of his eye. K just approached him after a rehearsal and said, "You're coming to bed with me. No questions, or you get a hole in your head."
In that respect it could have been called rape. And it could very well have turned out that way. K had dragged the astounded Hiro all the way to his apartment before ravishing him and holding his hands behind his back so there was no way of escaping. But, as much as he thought he wanted to, Hiro wasn't protesting anymore; he was moaning far too much for that.
Until K, Hiro had never done the same person more than twice.
But he lost count with K. Every time it was different and exciting, and often Hiro managed to surprise them both by gaining the upper hand. He had never known sounds as erotic as that could come out of K's mouth until his first time on top.
And Hiro never looked back, not once. When he was in the mood he no longer called for a fan to satisfy him; he went to an only too willing K. He'd had the best, and he was no longer going to settle for anything less.