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The music is loud, the lights are intense, and Mark can barely feel his fingers at this point, but despite that, he’s having the time of his life. Performing on stage with his closest friends has always been a dream of Mark’s and it’s finally a reality for him. Shredding on stage with people moshing in the crowd always got him going in the best way possible. Mark casts a glance back to Yuta, their drummer. Yuta’s dripping sweat, but that’s not stopping him from playing to his absolute best.
Ten’s vocals drop away, and Mark takes a step forward to solo. There’s a specific run in the solo that Mark has been practicing for ages and as soon as he mastered it, couldn’t wait to perform it live. Mark’s sure that Yuta, Ten and Johnny have all heard this part a thousand times at this point, but it doesn’t matter. His solo ends as quickly as it begins, but Mark is still grinning from ear to ear for the rest of their set. The audience is small, no more than three hundred people tops, but the exhilaration that Mark feels is the same as if he’s performing in front of ninety thousand people. Everyone seems to have really enjoyed their set and Mark lets himself linger for a second before walking off stage.
Mark meets Yuta’s eyes as he’s slipping backstage, and his hair is matted to his face and neck, breathing hard still. The eye contact barely lasts for three seconds, but Yuta’s gaze still lingers in Mark’s mind as they walk to the dressing room. Mark beelines to his stuff, the adrenaline wearing off enough to where he feels a bit gross. He pulls off his leather jacket and drapes it over the chair next to him, pulling his shirt right off with it. There’s the feeling of eyes on Mark’s back, and Mark feels a small tingle run up his spine.
The kinds of things that happen the lights dim, and they come off stage, exist in a special liminal space that remains undefined. It happened one time after practice where Yuta had looked exceptionally hot and Mark couldn’t help himself, but never again since. The four of them were close friends from high school and hang around each other a lot, but Yuta’s grown and changed in the past couple years, in ways that Mark doesn’t think he has.
Yuta’s been places, seen things, experienced more of the world, whereas, Mark still hasn’t been outside of the state and still hasn’t seen the ocean. It makes Mark put Yuta on a bit of pedestal in some ways. He’s out of Mark’s league. So far out of Mark’s league.
Mark snaps out of it, and puts his fresh shirt on. It’s a dorky free shirt from when he did debate in high school, which is more embarrassing now than when Mark was shoving stuff in his bag. The flame letters spelling out ‘debate,’ really don’t elude sex appeal. There’s no point in changing jeans when those are gonna be coming off soon.
“Hey, Mark,” Johnny says, tapping Mark’s shoulder who spins around, completely startled. “We’re all getting boba, and you’re coming with.” There isn’t really a question to it because it’s always been the four of them, and post concert celebrations (of more than one kind) were a bit of a staple. Tapioca isn’t Mark’s favorite, but Ten loves the stuff, so he’ll put up with it. Besides, they have egg waffles, and that’s where Mark’s true love lies.
“Okay, awesome.” Johnny walks back over to Ten, and Mark accidentally looks at Yuta who’s leaning against the wall across from him, white hair fluffed up again. Yuta walks over to Mark who tries not to stare too intently.
“Nice job on the solo today. Somehow it sounds good again after hearing it a hundred times too many.” Yuta’s tone is teasing and Mark laughs awkwardly, not making eye contact. “I know you’ve been working really hard on it.”
“Yeah, thank you.” Mark turns back to his bag for a second, trying to hold himself together by using putting his shirt away as a mental excuse. Yuta bends down next to Mark, and Mark freezes, almost afraid.
“Hopefully after we get tea, you could come back to my place,” Yuta whispers. “I’ve been practicing something I’d like to show you.” Yuta glances down at the crotch of Mark’s pants and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what Yuta is getting at. Mark nods, not trusting his voice when Johnny and Ten are still in the room, and Yuta ruffles Mark’s hair before standing up.
“You guys ready?” Ten asks, sounding equal parts inpatient and excited.
“Yep, I’m ready,” Mark says, throwing his leather jacket back on. He grabs his bag and the four of them walk out. The coolness of the dressing room is a contrast to how hot it is in the backstage area. Johnny leads them all outside, Yuta’s arm brushing against Mark’s the entire time.
“It’s way too fucking hot in there,” Johnny mutters. “Ten you go grab the van, and we’ll get Yuta’s drums.” Ten nods and heads off. “One of us needs to stay here with our shit until Ten gets back, while the other two get Yuta’s stuff.”
“I’ll take Mark with me to get my drums,” Yuta says, grabbing Mark’s hand and tugging him along before Johnny can disagree. “Just chill out for a few minutes, Johnny, you deserve it.”
The two of them head inside, Yuta not dropping Mark’s hand and they get back on stage where Yuta’s boxes for his drums are waiting for them.
It only takes them ten minutes to pack everything up, but then it’s the challenge of bringing it all back to where Johnny is waiting for them without dropping anything that is more of a struggle.
Ten isn’t back quite yet, so the three of them stand together and chat while they are waiting. Yuta’s arm brushes against Mark’s since they are standing so close, setting part of Mark aflame. The contact reminds Mark of how Yuta has been putting on muscle. He thinks of Yuta’s Instagram story with Johnny briefly, and the kinds of thoughts that appear Mark doesn’t want to put to proper words.
Ten pulls up and Yuta slides open the backseat of the mini van and slides the first of his things into the third row while Mark goes and pops the trunk for the bass drum in the trunk. Johnny puts their guitars and bass in alongside the bass drum and Mark double checks that everything is secure before closing the trunk.
Yuta gets the last drum and puts it in the car, and Mark climbs into the car, sitting directly behind the drivers seat and Yuta follows right after. Ten walks around and hops into the passenger seat, Johnny going behind the wheel as per usual.
“I think that was fucking awesome,” Johnny says, beaming despite the day having drug on for so long.
“I really liked the way Mark’s solo turned out,” Ten adds. “And I’m glad we’re just getting booked places y’know. In honor of this night, Johnny will also be paying for everyone’s drinks.” Mark and Yuta cheer from the backseat even though they know Johnny was not aware he was paying two minutes ago. Johnny just rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling.
“Next time, Ten is paying though.”
“See, this is the third or fourth time that you’ve said that, Johnny, but Ten has never bought you or I anything.” Yuta faux pouts, and Mark slaps Yuta’s arm playfully. Mark laughs even though it isn’t that funny. He just laughs whenever Yuta puts even minimal effort into being funny because he’s Yuta. Even when Yuta is doing something simple, Mark is always just so overwhelmed with positive emotions he has to let them out somehow.
Mark doesn’t think his feelings for Yuta are demonstrably obvious, but it’s always a thought in the back of his mind. Other than Yuta being out of Mark’s league, what if it puts a strain on the band? Or Yuta doesn’t return his feelings, and they stop fooling around with each other? Both are of equal importance because Mark isn’t sure he can make it through his day job of Target employee and night practice without killing Ten if he loses Yuta.
That’s minorly dramatic, but Mark doesn’t care. Just because he could get through something doesn’t mean he wants to go through it and find out. Mark’s phone buzzes and he has a hunch what kind of text he just got, but he doesn’t want confirmation.
Yuta Nakamoto: you good there bro?
Yuta Nakamoto: you look a lil stressed
Yuta Nakamoto: do you want a hand with that ;)
Mark is tempted to say no and push off whatever idea Yuta has, but sometimes there is a voice in Mark’s head that lets him live dangerously. And he is hearing that voice now.
Mark Lee: yeah sure why not
If Mark said he didn’t have an idea about what Yuta was going to do, he would be lying. Mark has known Yuta long enough to understand how his brain works. Although, part of understanding Yuta is also knowing that Yuta likes to surprise Mark whenever he can, especially in circumstances where Mark can’t see Yuta… There’s a hand placed smack dab in the middle of Mark’s crotch and he stares directly into Johnny’s headrest.
The possibility of cumming in Johnny’s car isn’t what Mark expected for tonight, but he can’t say he’s completely against the idea. Yuta’s hand isn’t doing much, simply feeling on and around Mark’s cock, tracing patterns, and focusing heavily on the tip. The only thing Mark has going for him is he can be quiet because Yuta loves to fuck backstage or in the bathrooms or in the back of his car.
Yuta Nakamoto: enjoying yourself markie?
Mark Lee: yes this is sooooo fantastic
Yuta muffles a laugh into his sleeve, and Mark feels slightly proud for making him laugh, but there is also nervousness for fear of Ten turning around and seeing what’s going on. Mark’s phone buzzes again.
Yuta Nakamoto: so
Yuta Nakamoto: food for thought
Yuta Nakamoto: but what do you think about the idea of me n johnny tag teaming you?
Mark coughs as a way to cover up his gasp. Yuta’s hand is back in his own lap in an instant. Johnny and Mark make eye contact in the rearview mirror, and the genuine question in Johnny’s eyes makes the humiliation in Mark’s stomach burn hotter.
“You alright, Mark?” Johnny asks. “We’re almost there.” There’s another buzz from Mark’s phone which he pointedly ignores.
“No, I’m okay,” Mark says hesitantly. “I just swallowed wrong.” Yuta snickers quietly, and Mark feels his phone buzz again. If Mark and Yuta were alone, Mark would have tried to bite Yuta as revenge for his laughing, but then Yuta would have called him a ‘bad puppy,’ only turning on Mark further. There’s no real winning here for Mark.
Yuta Nakamoto: y’know before we started fooling around
Yuta Nakamoto: me n johnny fooled around so
Yuta Nakamoto: it’s something that’s within the realm of possibility
Yuta Nakamoto: he has been saying how handsome you’ve been looking
Yuta Nakamoto: and i’m sure if you were tied down, ass up, he wouldn’t be able to resist you
Good god. Yuta is going to kill Mark. That’s what this really is. A murder attempt. Months of fooling around leading up to Mark combusting from the idea of taking two dicks. Lovely. Just lovely.
Mark Lee: r u fr rn
Yuta Nakamoto: nope !
Yuta Nakamoto: though im sure if i asked rn hed say yes
Mark Lee: that is a terrible idea and you know it
Yuta Nakamoto: honestly the real worst case scenario is that we end up having a foursome instead of a threesome
Mark Lee: that is a terrible idea and you know it
Yuta Nakamoto: you already said that
Yuta Nakamoto: anyway didnt u also think that ten was really hot? bc i sure did
Mark Lee: no comment
Yuta Nakamoto: dare me to do it I DARE YOU
Mark Lee: no—
“Hey Johnny?” Yuta asks, and for the briefest second, Mark is convinced that Yuta is going to verbalize their conversation, but Yuta grabs Mark’s wrist before he could try to silence Yuta. “How far away are we?” Mark sighs in relief, slumping back against the seat, still feeling his hard on press against the fabric of his pants. Ten briefly gives Mark a weird look which Mark ignores.
Deep down, Mark knows that he would fuck any of his bandmates if they asked or even hinted at it. He would probably fuck all of them at the same time as well. That’s all irrelevant because they are here now, and all Mark wants to focus on his milk tea and kill his boner.
Johnny puts the car in park and Mark is the first one out of the car and practically racing into the store with Ten following quick behind him.
“What’s got into you?” Ten asks. “Did you finally get laid?” Ten likes to tease Mark whenever possible, and usually Mark will let it slide, but today he’s still trying to will down his semi, and Ten putting his arm around his neck doesn’t make that any easier.
“Nothing,” Mark squeaks. Staring into Mark’s eyes, Ten gives a quirk of his brow. Mark holds his gaze until Ten glances down.
“Oh, I see,” Ten smirks. “If Yuta didn’t already stake his claim on you, I would offer to take care of that for you.” Ten’s lips very lightly brush against Mark’s ear. To an outsider, it would just look like Ten is whispering something to Mark with absolutely no funny business involved.
Johnny and Yuta enter the boba shop, and Yuta wraps his arms around Mark’s waist while Johnny ruffles his hair.
Johnny smiles down at Mark and says, “Is tonight love on Mark night? Because I fully support that.”
“Well, I think I need to figure out what I want before everyone starts getting their hands on me,” Mark protests, pushing all of their hands off of himself to cover up his enjoyment of the attention. Yuta pouts, and Mark feels his heart skip a beat.
Mark picks up a menu, and Yuta looks on over his shoulder. Johnny and Ten look at a menu of their own right next to them.
“Do you know what you want?” Yuta asks, arm slipping right back around Mark’s waist. His fingers play with the hem of Mark’s tank top, pressing into warm skin.
“No, do you wanna pick something for me? I don’t like the boba though,” Mark says, mildly intimidated by the sheer number of things on the menu despite having seen dozens of menus like this in the past.
“I can do that, but y’know what I really want to do?” Yuta asks, looking to Mark for a reply who only shrugs. “I want to suck you off instead. I bet your cum tastes much better than any drink in the store.”
“Yuta!” Mark whisper-yells. “You’re making everything so hard right now.”
“I would hope so.” Yuta laughs. “Say the word, and I’ll stop teasing you.” Mark knows Yuta is serious, but also doesn’t want any of the teasing to stop if he’s honest. There’s something that really turns Mark’s gears about getting mildly humiliated in public. “That’s what I thought, puppy.” Mark has to bite his cheek to keep from moaning.
“Do you guys know what you want?” Johnny asks. “I’ll order for Ten and me. Yuta, you should order first, since I’m somehow paying again.” Ten giggles while Yuta nods and detaches himself from Mark, only for Ten to link arms with him and walk Mark over to a table.
Once Yuta and Johnny sit down across from Ten and Mark with their drinks, Mark is ready to finally calm down for the rest of the evening. He has his drink in hand and is about to take a sip before he feels Yuta’s foot coming to touch his ankle.
Oh. Hell. No.
Can Mark have one moment of peace? Or will he be edged all night by Yuta? Not to mention Ten somehow knowing about his and Yuta’s not-relationship. Yuta’s foot slides a bit higher right as Mark takes a sip of his drink. He chokes and nearly spits out said drink. Johnny gives him a confused glance, and Mark can feel Ten’s eyes on him.
Once Mark can ignore Yuta playing footsie with him, the night actually becomes a more low key affair, giving Mark the capacity to finally relax. Ten talks about how annoying his neighbor is, Johnny mentions another venue that wants to book them. All is well until Johnny and Ten drop off Mark and Yuta.
Now, Mark and Yuta aren’t roommates. They don’t even live in the same building, so how Ten and Johnny knew Mark was spending the night is a thought that Mark doesn’t want to touch. They head up the elevator in silence, and Mark is absolutely not ready when Yuta unlocks the door and immediately presses him against it once it’s shut.
Yuta’s lips are on Mark’s, and his hands are in Mark’s hair. Mark is spinning from how quickly Yuta went from giving him nothing to giving him his whole tongue. Mark wouldn’t say that Yuta has a tongue fetish, but given the way he loves the literal act of sucking on Mark’s tongue, it makes him inclined to wonder.
Yuta breaks the kiss to lick up Mark’s neck to his ear. He swaps between using his tongue and lips, being sure to mix in a few rough bites that come close breaking skin. Yuta takes Mark’s ear lobe into his mouth, teeth lightly grazing the skin in complete contrast to the borderline feral teeth marks on Mark’s neck.
“Yuta, Yuta, Yuta!” Mark moans, gripping Yuta’s hips, pulling the two of them as close as he can. The jean on jean contact isn’t enough for Mark even though he’s rutting with intense vigor. “Please.” Mark’s cock hurts from how badly he wants to cum. He’s gotten hard too many times tonight, which is why he’s already on the verge of tears merely from this.
“Awww, puppy,” Yuta coos, tugging harder on Mark’s hair. Crashing their lips together, Yuta brings one of his hands to Mark’s ass, squeezing. Mark’s knees buckle against the door, and Yuta gasps into Mark’s mouth.
“Touch me, Yuta. I’m so close.” Mark isn’t actually that close, but he’ll do anything for Yuta to touch his dick again. He bucks his hips up and whines causing Yuta’s hand to come off his ass in an instant.
“Come back to the bedroom, puppy,” Yuta says, releasing Mark’s hair. Mark’s cock throbs for attention and Mark can feel himself falling deeper into his submissive state, letting his needs fall away. All that matters is Yuta and making Yuta pleased.
Mark starts to follow behind Yuta, but Yuta stops him. All Yuta has to say is one word before Mark is like butter in Yuta’s hands.
“Crawl.”
Mark whimpers, tears threatening to fall any second, but he does as Yuta asks and drops to his knees. The hardwood is uncomfortable, but Yuta looks so pleased with Mark and that makes everything feel good again. Yuta takes slow steps backward toward his room, not taking his eyes off of Mark as he crawls across the floor.
They reach Yuta’s bedroom and after Yuta shuts the door, Mark sits back on his heels, waiting for instruction. Yuta walks over to his bed and sits down, legs spread wide. He produces a familiar bottle of flavored lube in one hand and pats the spot in between his legs.
“Come here, puppy.” Mark crawls across the floor before kneeling in front of Yuta. Yuta takes one of Marks arms and places it on the bed and Mark puts his other one up as well.
Yuta takes Mark’s chin in his hand and tilts his head up to lightly press a kiss to Mark’s lips. Mark kisses back just as light. He knows that Yuta doesn’t like it when he tries to speed things up when Yuta is intentionally taking them slow.
“Let me make you feel good,” Yuta whispers and Mark involuntarily whimpers. “Come on the bed.” Mark nods and climbs onto the bed before letting Yuta lay him back against the pillows with his legs spread wide.
Yuta’s mouth comes back to Mark’s neck, lightly sucking and biting him. The bites are not nearly as hard as the previous ones, Yuta is taking his time sucking symbols of affection into Mark’s skin, letting him feel only pleasure.
“So good for me.” Yuta’s hand slips down Mark’s torso until he finds Mark’s cock, cupping it.
“Yuta,” Mark whines, pushing into the touch of Yuta’s hand. Yuta ignores Mark’s plea for more and moves so he can kiss Mark senseless. Mark’s hands feel useless by his sides, so he puts one of them on Yuta’s waist, holding onto him as they kiss while the other one lightly touches over Yuta’s dick. Yuta doesn’t stop Mark from touching him because he knows Mark is only trying to reciprocate the intense lust and emotion he’s feeling. Mapping Mark’s mouth with his tongue, Yuta moves his hand to undo the top button of Mark’s pants.
“Let me suck you off,” Yuta says, breaking their kiss and making Mark pause his motions. They’re both breathless and gaze at each other with eyes are blown wide. Mark runs a hand through Yuta’s hair and Yuta savors the affection. “You were so good for me, Markie. Such an obedient pup. What do you think?”
“That would make me feel so good.” Mark’s lips are kiss swollen and spit slicked, and they are all Yuta can look at for a moment. Yuta kisses Mark one last time before running his hands down Mark’s body, stopping when they reach Mark’s half opened pants.
Mark is still wearing his shirt, so Yuta pushes the edge of it up, revealing Mark’s stomach to the world. Yuta puts his finger into one of Mark’s belt loops and tugs it down so he can bite down on part of Mark’s V line. Mark yips, clearly not expecting that.
“I think you need a few more marks, puppy.” Mark moans and throws his shirt off over his head without Yuta needing to ask. Yuta has to stop Mark’s hands from taking off his own pants. “Eager, aren’t we?”
Yuta lets his mouth roam all across Mark’s torso, focusing his attention on Mark’s sides and nipples. He runs his nails as hard as he dares across Mark’s stomach, making his muscles flex.
“Yuta, you’ve teased me all night— at least take some of your clothes.” Yuta gives Mark a look and he immediately gets shy. “Please, Yuta,” Mark tacks on, trying to avoid any sort of punishment Yuta might give him. Yuta laughs and pulls his shirt off over his head. Tonight isn’t the night Yuta wants to nit pit at Mark’s behavior, he would much rather pleasure Mark tonight.
Yuta unzips Mark’s jeans and mouths over Mark’s cock lightly. It’s for Yuta’s own enjoyment rather than arousing Mark as Mark has been hard for half the night already. Working together, Mark and Yuta slide Mark’s pants off of him. Yuta pulls down Mark’s boxers slowly, letting his cock slap against his stomach with a thwack.
Yuta licks his lips before giving a few dainty licks across the head, causing Mark to moan loudly. He’s finally receiving the pleasure he’s been craving all night. Yuta takes Mark’s head into his mouth, making a tight seal with his lips, bobbing his head over Mark’s frenulum over and over. Looking up as much as he can, Yuta sees that Mark’s eyes are welling up from pleasure again, and Yuta pulls his mouth off Mark to tell him,
“You’re okay, puppy, let those tears fall. Let yourself feel everything.” Yuta’s hand slides over Mark’s cock quickly, and Mark gasps. His eyes screw shut, and Yuta watches him with one hand on his own cock, lightly palming himself through his jeans while his other hand increases pace on Mark’s cock. Another whimper and Mark’s eyes start to leak tears. Yuta brings his mouth back down to Mark’s cock, this time taking as much of Mark into his mouth as he can.
Yuta’s tongue is pressing against the vein of Mark’s cock as he digs his nails into Mark’s hip. Mark’s hands are pulling on Yuta’s hair, lightly shaking as Mark’s cock begins to pulse in Yuta’s mouth. Pulling off, Yuta starts jerking off Mark much faster than he could move his mouth, sticking out his tongue.
“I’m so close—” Mark cuts himself off with a moan before spurting cum all over Yuta’s face and into his mouth. Normally, Yuta would force Mark through every last bit of his orgasm by speeding up, but this time Yuta lets himself slow down. Mark is still lightly crying and there’s something about the image of a perfectly ruined Mark that drives Yuta wild.
“Kiss?” Yuta asks, pursuing his lips at Mark in a joke. Mark opens his eyes, and despite being barely recovered from his orgasm, Mark sits up and kisses Yuta squarely on the mouth, not caring about the taste of his own cum tainting the kiss.
Mark breaks the kiss and Yuta rests their foreheads together. He feels so completed in that moment, and Mark wonders if it has to end. Yuta kisses Mark one more time, soft in a way Mark doesn’t want to read into.
“Let me clean you up and then we can head to sleep.” Mark nods. This is worth far too much to him to taint with feelings. Yuta returns and Mark lets himself savor the last bit of intimacy with him before falling asleep.