High Fly [2/?] (MM, Msolo, oral, bi, Celeb) by yokozuki (yokozuki @
gmail.com)

Summary: Sequel to "Life of the Party," in which Hyde takes
matters into his own hands.



I do not own, know, or have any association whatsoever with
Gackt, Hyde, GacktJOB, L'Arc~en~Ciel, etc. I'm only a fan who
likes to play pretend. This is not real or intended to be taken
as such in any way, everything herein is entirely fictional and a
figment of my imagination. Never happened, never will.




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Hyde had left the party with his mind whirling and twisting
enough to nearly make him motion-sick, a trapped witness to his
own thoughts; he found himself back at his apartment without any
clear memory of what he'd said or to whom he'd said it in order
to get there. Unusual, but considering the circumstances,
understandable, he thought. This was an entirely new territory
for him; he didn't know whether he wanted to explore it, or
bloody foist it back onto the Russians he'd foolishly bought it
off for what really had seemed like too good of a price. In a
manner of speaking.

So here was the problem: He didn't know who this guy was. If he
tried to find out, he risked... well, everything. If he didn't
try to find out, he risked... hmm. Basically it came down to, did
he want to keep his career intact and rising? Or.. did he want to
keep his happiness and true sexual identity, in whatever form it
took... intact and... rising??

He groaned softly at the bad pun. His mind was such a zoo
tonight. No point in even trying to sort it out now. After all -
he'd had fun, right? Discovered something new that he enjoyed,
that he would never have suspected that he would be into before
actually trying it? Never mind that it was... reasonably taboo,
and something that could ruin his life as he knew it, were it to
leak in the wrong way.

He had no idea how much of the enjoyment could be pegged to the
particular company. And quite frankly, did not want to think
about that part at all, for as long as he could avoid it.
Because... anyone at that party? Was definitely someone he would
be better off remaining anonymous to, much as he'd inadvertently
almost blown it earlier. Eh, that had been before he'd realized
what the other man was going after. Assuming that guy himself had
realized it at that point; he'd seemed as surprised as Hyde...
when Hyde had... gotten down on his knees, and obeyed the
rasped-out command.

It still had his mind reeling. The very thought, the memory of
the action... the ghostly imprint of those full lips against his,
slight taste of blood still from the tonguebiting incident that
had started the really exciting portion of events (and wasn't
that luck, that his clumsiness had finally paid off so?)... the
memory of a broad, hard shape pressing hot against the back of
his throat, forcing his lips tight over his teeth as he tried
desperately to keep the edges more or less covered.

For the life of him, he couldn't figure out just what had been so
pleasurable about the experience, that it stuck in his head and
continually flashed before his mind's eye this way. Something for
later. Later, later, later, don't think about it now... don't
think at all, right now. Just enjoy the feeling while it's still
overwhelming you.

So he flopped backward onto his bed, just one lamp on and not
another soul in the apartment. Nobody to hear what might slip out
of his mouth, nobody to know what he might choose to envision in
his mind. His hands slipped a little hesitantly to the top button
of his gray silk shirt. As much as nobody else might be knowing
what he was about to get up to...... he was still... just a
little... afraid to go ahead and do it. Actually go through with
this... getting off for the first time to a fantasy of another
man.

(He was quite certain that no matter what else that other man
might be in the world -- he definitely qualified as a bonafide
fantasy by anyone's standards. No marking up or blurring of
reality required. Whatever "it" could be said to consist of - he
embodied "it." The thought brought a smile and a hint of a giggle
to Hyde's lips.)

Well, no matter what - he definitely needed to be getting off, as
soon as possible. His balls ached, his cock was feeling heavy
from the constant rush back and forth of hardness over the
evening... that had been quite the blueballs episode, there, not
only hearing another man fall completely apart in orgasm for the
first time, and in a goddamned erotic manner, but -- actually
being the cause of it? He was surprised that his cock wasn't
still so stiff that it felt like it'd break if he bumped it.

Returning to the public view had quite effectively reduced his
erection. And after that - every time that he thought of it,
remembered, he'd start to become aroused again (that velvety, low
voice in a rough whisper, asking him to not stop
pleasenomatterwhatohfuck-- it was enough, very nearly that alone,
to bring him off in the center of the ballroom without a single
touch)... and, catching himself, forcing where he was at and who
he was with into the forefront of his mind, he'd become calm
again. But this, several times an hour? Not contributing to a
peaceable zen state for his penis. It was, in fact, practically
demanding to be taken care of as soon as possible one way or
another and preferably right now.

He finished unbuttoning his shirt, and smoothed the edges to the
side, much as he'd done to that man earlier. Remembering that...
he decided that from here on, he'd pretend that his hands were
those hands. The ones that had buried themselves in his hair and
all too clearly struggled not to simply grasp and yank forward on
his head, impaling his throat on the cock between his lips.
They'd been a little rough here and there, from what he could
tell; probably guitar calluses, just as on his own hands. He
shrugged a bit... go figure, music industry event? Yeah. With
charisma that even operated to the degree of being overwhelming
in the dark, that man was definitely some kind of performer.

His hands -- those hands -- ran over Hyde's torso from collarbone
to the line of his hip, that indent that directed one to explore
further down and toward the center of his body... staying along
the edge of the hollow, teasing a little with his fingertips, and
stroking upward until he'd reached the edge of his abs, enjoying
each little feathery, shiver-inducing movement. This area of his
body was damn sensitive. He flattened his hands over his chest
for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his small, hardened
nipples against the centers of his palms... brushed them with his
callused thumbs as he passed his hands back down over his body to
the belt buckle.

Undid his damned pants. They're in the way. Zip zip zip. Shoved
lightly down, just enough... he reached down and cupped his balls
in his left hand, gently rolled them around in his palm... they
really were rather sore from this night-of- frustration business.
His third finger stretched out to stroke along his taint lightly,
teasing the prickle of hairs there, sending shivers down the back
of his legs. Mm, it felt good just to have any contact on this
part of his body, after what he'd been through today. He reached
out to the nightstand and grabbed his little bottle of lube,
flipping up the cap and squeezing a double line out onto his
achingly hard cock with one deft hand.

Spreading it over his skin, making random patterns, squeezing and
twisting - he realized abruptly that if he wanted to spend more
than five seconds on this, which quite frankly he thought the
occasion deserved, he had best hold back a bit on the more
intoxicating, sensuously indulgent sort of motion that he'd begun
to fall into out of habit... spreading and stiffening his
fingers, he reached to beneath his balls, pressed down just
firmly enough and brought his hand straight up to the crest of
his cock in one long stroke... rubbed both hands together for a
second to spread the lube between them, then began a steady,
repeating pattern of that long, smooth stroke, alternating
hands...

...imagining that he wasn't laying in his own bed at home, but
was instead still in that dark room, standing with the larger man
pressing close behind him, those long, strong hands reaching low
to cruise gloriously along his skin, deeply resonant voice in his
ear, breath warm on his neck - "Don't stop," Hyde muttered below
his breath, to the vision he'd built in his mind. "Oh god, you're
making me so hot..." and the voice in his mind said lowly,
"That's what I wanted... what I planned from the moment I walked
into this room and found you here waiting for me... eager,
weren't you? All too willing to do anything I could possibly
ask..."

Hyde shuddered, and gasped, "Yes... anything you..." as his hands
began to press more firmly, move a little faster, adding a twist
and a flick here and there... "You loved it, didn't you? Loved
getting on your knees for me, opening yourself to my cock...
taking it as deep as you could, even deeper, letting me choke you
with it if I had wanted..." There was something here that it
momentarily occured to him he ought to think about later, but
right now it was all turning him on far too much to bother with.
His fantasy partner was beginning to rumble in his ear about
holding him down and making him take that cock that he apparently
enjoyed feeling so much, in whichever way that its owner chose -
and here Hyde was really starting to have some concern for the
direction his thoughts were taking, but whether it would be as
enjoyable in reality or not, it was incredibly hot to imagine
hearing that voice murmur next to his ear... He could almost feel
that tall, lithe body with all its heat lying along every plane
of his, as his hands picked up pace faster, harder, his legs
beginning to shake a little as he fought to keep them straight
and angled out a little in the way that he knew from long
experience would make the sensation build the most intensely...

"You want me to bring handcuffs, and we'll play traffic cop and
naughty citizen? I'll lock your hands together behind you around
a callbox pole, facing traffic, all those people passing by in
their cars as you're twisting your tongue around the head of my
cock..." the imagined voice babbled on endlessly, growing more
and more graphic in his mind as he grew closer to orgasm, mind
filled with visions of him, nameless man in darkness with voice
that somehow opened up every sexual impulse in Hyde's thoroughly
kinked brain, whose touch had brought him almost immediately
erect, whose mouth... the words Hyde imagined pouring from that
mouth... were about to...

Hyde groaned desperately, trying to hold off just a little bit
longer, his hands moving jerkily now as he began to lose control,
the erotic images in his mind driving him over the edge,
hearing... that voice... say his name--- "Haido... I want you to
come for me, come all over my hands, fucking come for me harder
than you ever have in your life, right now--" and he did, oh god
he did and colors sparked behind his painfully squeezed-shut
eyelids as he shuddered and gasped, coming all over his hands,
his back arching as his muscles seized up in waves, pelvis rising
to meet another that wasn't there, in desperate thrusts... his
shoulders burrowed back trustingly into an imagined strong body,
while the dark velvet voice in Hyde's mind whispered one last
time into his ear, almost purring... "Gooooood, that's the kind
of obedience that I like to see from my little slut..." making
one last shudder travel from the base of his skull all the way
down to his thighs, echoing through his cock.

Little... slut...? he thought to himself spacily as he laid there
feeling the slow, final waves of sensation chase through his
body. What the... hell...?