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The room wasn’t small. It definitely wasn’t, because it wouldn’t fit six people otherwise. But right now Josh felt a bit claustrophobic, like everything was sticking too near or closing in on him—the walls, the mirror, the racks of clothing, the people. Even the noise coming from the other room where they were setting up and taking photos seemed to be coming in at what seemed like too loud a volume.
Josh took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. He was fine. He was definitely fine, here, in this definitely not-too-small room where two other stylists, one of their managers, a staff member, Josh, and of course, his boyfriend and bandmate, Ken, were all squeezed in. And where Ken was definitely not staring Josh down as if he wanted to eat him, in a sexy way.
“What do you think?”
Josh blinked, trying to get his head in the game, only to realize that their staff wasn’t talking to him, but to Ken, who was also working on the set of their new music video as a stylist.
Josh knew how important this project was to the other man, and it was nice to see him enjoy himself picking out everyone’s outfits and conceptualizing with the team. He had actually been incredibly enthusiastic and well–behaved over the past few weeks, even punctually attending meetings when he was usually a latecomer.
But Josh knew Ken could be a bit of a bastard, so it was just a matter of time when he did something Not Good, usually involving Josh.
“Hmm, let me check,” Ken said.
Case in point, Josh had to avoid meeting Ken’s eyes as he looked him up and down because the idiot was obviously imagining doing all sorts of depraved things to Josh’s person, probably slowly and sensuously and involving lots of lube. Most people wouldn’t be able to see it on his face and in his eyes, but Josh knew. He’d always been able to read Ken well.
(Josh was pretty sure Paulo, Stell and Justin also knew. It was probably why none of the other boys were in the room with them and were in the other room. It was for the best. Stell usually found too amusing, Paulo too stressful, and Justin too sickening.)
“The leather jacket fits really well and it’s a good length for Josh,” Ken said as he studied Josh’s outfit. He leaned forward.
Josh stiffened, but despite the heat hiding behind his eyes, Ken simply reached for his clothes. Josh could almost pretend he wasn’t planning anything nefarious if it wasn’t for the way he handled Josh’s body. First his arms, and then the breadth of his shoulders, long fingers subtly stroking down his chest, beneath the leather jacket and over the undershirt he wore. Josh jumped a little when Ken’s big paws suddenly wrapped around his waist.
“Maybe we could button one here so it’ll cinch in at the waist,” Ken said, feigning professionalism, the jerk.
Josh did so, buttoning the leather jacket himself and giving Ken a look that clearly said, ‘you don’t have to touch me while I’m buttoning the stupid jacket,’ but Ken just grinned and squeezed his waist between his hands.
“You like it, Josh?” the stylist suddenly asked. Josh wasn’t sure if they were deliberately ignoring Ken or weren’t noticing what he was doing. “Do you want to change something? We can still switch things up before the shoot.”
Josh turned to them. “No, it’s fine. It’s comfortable and fits well. I like it.”
“You look good in this,” Ken said, his big thumbs rubbing Josh’s waist. Josh flushed and struggled to keep breathing.
“How about the pants?” the stylist inquired.
“I love them. I love the wide bottoms,” Josh said, stepping away from Ken and showing them off. He tugged on the yellow necktie tied around one of his belt loops. “But can we change this one? The color doesn’t match.”
“Let’s try this white one,” Ken said, grabbing a tie hanging on the rack. Before Josh could move, Ken stepped closer to tie it on his belt loop.
“Too close,” Josh murmured, to which his boyfriend just smirked. He finished tying it neatly and then straightened the necktie along Josh’s leg.
The back of his hand happened to brush against Josh’s crotch.
Josh kicked him on the shin with his pointy shoes, but Ken was already wearing his thick oversized black boots so he probably didn’t even feel it.
“Should we still add the leopard scarf for Josh, Ken?” the staff asked, studying the little clearbook that contained all of the clothing concepts for the members and guests.
“Yes, definitely,” Ken immediately said. “Can you get it for me?”
He moved behind Josh’s back when it was handed to him and tied it around the belt loops at the back so it fluffed out.
“This matches my shirt,” Ken said softly behind him. Josh tried not to smile. The annoying perv could be sweet.
But then Ken touched his ass.
Josh kicked him with his heel. Again, he probably didn’t even feel it.
“Stop it,” Josh hissed.
“Stop what? Doing my job?” Ken bit back with a grin.
“You look great, Josh,” their staff said. “Come on. Time for your accessories and then let’s touch up your hair and makeup. It’s almost your turn to get photographed.”
Josh stepped away from Ken, ignoring the little pat to his ass, and then moved over to the table. As he started getting ready, Ken parked his butt on a nearby seat just out of reach. He had a little half-smile on his face as he watched. He was quiet as Josh picked out his necklaces and earrings and his gaze was focused and unblinking. Josh made the mistake of meeting Ken’s gaze for a moment, but he had to look away because he could literally feel himself flushing from the scrutiny. Ken’s eyes were dark and warm, both passionate and sweet, and it lit up something inside Josh that had been feeling a little bereft because of how busy they had been over the past few weeks. The nervous excitement was making his stomach twist and his toes curl.
It got even worse when their photoshoot started. Josh was dressed and made up, but he felt exposed when Ken was looking his way and even if he wasn’t. It didn’t help that sometimes they were made to stand together or took their photos one after the other, so Ken would find ways to subtly touch him, or sometimes not too subtly going by Stell’s amused snicker, Paulo’s aggrieved sigh, and Justin’s noise of disgust. Josh needed to get a handle on this once they started shooting the music video tomorrow.
The five of them were seated in a row on set waiting for the staff to fix the lights so they could start their group photoshoot. Josh was seated on the opposite end of the row from Ken, but his boyfriend was leaning back on his seat and trying to get Josh to look at him. Josh was ignoring him.
“Ken, can we have one photoshoot where you’re obviously not planning on eating Josh?” Justin suddenly asked.
“He has a point,” Stell said, looking up from his phone. “It’s kinda annoying looking at our photos and having to cut out the good ones just because you look like you’re one step away from pinning Josh to the ground and doing indecent stuff to him.”
Josh groaned, rubbing his reddening face. Ken looked unbothered.
Paulo made a face. “Not to mention it’s making the staff uncomfortable.”
“Honestly, I don’t think they’re uncomfortable anymore. It happens way too often,” Stell said.
“Resigned, might be a better word,” Justin added.
Pablo glared at one and then the other. “Can’t you keep that stuff at home?”
“That’s boring,” Ken said. “Doing it at home, I mean. Not our sex. Josh and I have great sex.”
Josh groaned. “Ken, can you please not talk about our sex life with other people?”
“Especially when they don’t even want to hear it,” Justin groused.
“You don’t. I’m kind of into it,” Stell teased, grinning.
Paulo glared at him. “Love, stop encouraging them.”
They kept on working for the rest of the day and were eventually told to rest, relax and stand by. The day was finally winding down and the staff was checking on things to see if they could dismiss everyone for the day or if they needed to do some last minute shoots.
“Hey, Josh!”
Josh looked away from where he was looking at the monitor with one of their photographers and saw Ken waving for him to come over.
“What is it?” he asked, jogging towards him.
“Let’s look at the props for the shoot tomorrow,” Ken said, grabbing his arm and leading him towards the other end of the studio which was set up for tomorrow.
They took a look at the props lying around, the office set up, the fake passports, the tarpaulins and the big and cool VISA sign.
There were a few more things to be done for tomorrow, but everything looked right on track.
But Josh should have known. Ken never did anything for no reason, because the next thing he knew he was being dragged inside their fake elevator.
“Wait—Ken—” Josh tried to stop him, but Ken was very strong when he wanted something.
The elevator was a fabricated part of the set, so it didn’t move and it’s doors were manually operated by a lever outside and a matching one inside. The top part of the fake elevator opened up to the studio ceiling and the overhanging rig for the lights and cameras.
“What the he—here?” Josh asked his boyfriend, incredulously.
“Here,” Ken simply said. He pulled the inside lever in the corner that made the doors slide closed and then pressed Josh right up against the back wall.
“Wait, Ken, I—”
Ken placed his hands on Josh’s waist and kissed him. And it wasn’t as if Josh didn’t like it or wasn’t expecting it, so he responded readily. He parted his lips, letting Ken into his mouth and muffle away his protests. It felt good, Ken’s tongue in his mouth, the slow and steady way he licked inside, nothing hurried or rushed, as if they had all the time in the world even if they didn’t.
Ken’s hands slid beneath Josh’s jacket and undershirt and Josh groaned when he felt those warm hands on his back. Their lips parted with a little wet sound, the taste of Ken’s coffee and Josh’s sweet drink from earlier mixing into the salty tease of sweat and spit.
Ken shushed him gently. He pointed up at the open ceiling. If they made too loud noises, everyone outside was definitely going to hear them.
“Fuck you.” Josh glared at him. “Why can’t we do this at home?”
Ken shrugged. “I couldn’t wait.”
Josh had his fingers tangled in Ken’s hair. (When did that happen?) He tugged them gently.
“Impatient brat,” he said fondly.
Ken pinned Josh even harder against the wall with his hands and hips and his body, and Josh opened up for him, just as greedy and excited.
Things were starting to get really heated when they suddenly heard familiar voices echoing from outside the elevator.
“Ken? Josh? Are you two in here?” That was Paulo.
“The photographer said Ken brought Josh over here.” That was Stell.
“They’re most likely somewhere with a flat surface where Ken can do stuff to Josh.” And that was Justin, which had Stell snickering and Paulo sighing in annoyance.
Josh struggled a little against Ken, but Ken was ruthless, kissing Josh so deeply that Josh immediately lost both his breath and his strength.
There were random murmurings and footsteps that suddenly stopped just outside the elevator.
“Why is this closed?” Paulo murmured, only to gasp and knock on the elevator. “Josh! Ken! Are you two inside the fake elevator?”
Ken sighed, leaning back from Josh’s already kiss-bruised lips. He called out. “Guys, go away!”
“Josh, are you there? Or has Ken eaten you alive?” Stell called out, followed by a snort from Justin.
Josh sighed. “I’m here. I’m fine.”
“Are you having sex in there?” Paulo asked incredulously, only for Justin to say to him, “What did you think they’re doing, Pau? Seriously?”
“Well, can you two at least not ruin your clothes?” Paulo huffed. His disapproving glare was obvious even through the closed doors. “They’re expensive and we still need those tomorrow for the MV filming.”
“Oh, hey! Pau’s not stopping you guys from the bang-bang-bang. What an improvement,” Stell said, only to squeal like he had been pinched in a ticklish spot.
“Josh won’t let his clothes get ruined. He’s more sensible than that,” Justin remarked.
“He’s not sensible. He’s dating Ken,” Stell pointed out.
Josh couldn’t help laughing, while Ken looked offended.
“True,” Justin said, “And Josh tends to lose brain cells when Ken touches his dick.”
This time Ken laughed at Josh’s pout.
“Wait a sec,” Ken called out.
Josh was confused when Ken stripped his leather jacket off him, leaving him in just his undershirt. Ken also removed his own denim jacket, but he handed that one over to Josh. Ken grabbed the lever in the corner, opened the elevator doors just a tad, and then tossed Josh’s jacket to the boys outside before closing the doors again.
“You hit me in the face, you jerk!” Stell complained.
“Hold onto that. Josh’s leather jacket is more delicate than my jacket,” Ken simply said. He then went back to Josh and herded him back against the wall.
Josh looked up at him in confusion, a hand gripping Ken’s thick denim jacket and the other hand falling on Ken’s printed shirt and broad chest. Ken kissed him again without preamble.
“We’re not a coat rack, you know,” Justin said.
The other boys were still saying something, but Ken’s tongue in Josh’s mouth was making everything sound muffled. As mortifying as it was to have the other boys outside and possibly hearing them, Josh didn’t have much shame when it came to them so he decided to ignore everything except the way he could feel Ken’s hard and throbbing cock against his.
Ken leaned back, placing kisses against Josh’s cheek up to his ear. “I really, really want to fuck you, baby. You look so fucking hot and handsome. I really want to bend you over and fuck you silly.”
Josh moaned and closed his eyes, as Ken growled in his ear and started unbuckling his belt.
“But the boys aren’t wrong. We’re at work and we can’t take too long or ruin the clothes. But I really want to eat you alive, every last part of you, so…” Ken got down on his knees, pulling down Josh’s pants as he did so. He looked up at Josh with dark, lust-drunk eyes. “This will do for now.”
Josh panted, licking his wet and puffy pink lips.
“W–we have to be quiet,” he said. They both loved sloppy blowjobs so this was going to be hell.
The gleam of a challenge was bright in Ken’s eyes. “You have my jacket, baby. As for me, I’ll keep my mouth busy.”
He pulled down Josh’s briefs and Josh’s erection sprung free, precum already leaking from the tip. Ken licked his lips in anticipation. Josh’s hand tightened in Ken’s jacket, while his other hand tangled itself in his boyfriend’s hair. At the back of his mind, he knew their hair and make-up artists were going to kill them, but he was going to let Ken take the fall for that. This was his fault anyway, the horny idiot.
Ken’s lips were dark and swollen from rough kisses, and he wrapped them around the tip of Josh’s cock and licked softly. Josh mewled and his hips jerked at how wet and hot his boyfriend’s mouth felt. He buried his face in Ken’s jacket, feeling heady with the strong scent of his cologne mixing with his sweat. Fuck.
Ken licked a slow line from the shaft to the tip and then slid his lips back, making a soft popping noise when he released Josh’s cock. Josh shushed him for that, which Ken ignored. Instead, he pressed a kiss to the spongy tip of Josh’s cock and then slowly went all the way down until the head touched the back of his throat, gagging a little as he did. Josh threw his head back, accidentally hitting it against the wall. He exhaled heavily.
(“Hey! Don’t break the set!” Paulo scolded them, pounding on the elevator doors.)
The sound of Ken sloppily blowing him seemed so loud even through the ringing in Josh’s ears, and even if he had given Josh a blowjob a thousand times, it was still one of the hottest things he had ever heard. What made it hotter was how Ken obviously enjoyed it. Ken’s eyes were closed and he breathed in slowly through his nose as he slowly bobbed his head up and down. He got a smooth rhythm going, licking and sucking on Josh’s cock like it was a treat.
Josh could hear his heart pounding in his ears and felt hot and sweaty in his clothes. Damn, Ken was too good at this.
Suddenly Josh could hear noises coming from outside the elevator.
“Hey, guys. Do you know where Ken is?” It was one of their managers.
“He’s busy,” Stell said.
“He’s inside the elevator molesting Josh,” Justin added.
Their manager didn’t care. “Still? I thought he was done after groping Josh in the dressing room earlier.”
Justin and Stell laughed loudly. Ken, who was apparently listening in as well, looked up at Josh and winked at him teasingly. Josh’s lips twitched, amused despite himself.
“I know it made the styling a bit awkward. Sorry, Ate,” Paulo said.
“It’s fine. We’re all used to it,” she said. “Anyway, when they’re done, can you tell Ken we have a wardrobe question.”
Josh groaned a little, embarrassed, but it morphed into a frankly pornographic moan when Ken chuckled, sending vibrations down Josh’s cock. It felt like electricity was striking his spine at how good it all felt.
“Fuck,” Josh moaned, locking his knees to prevent himself from falling. He looked down at Ken, who was obviously enjoying himself. Josh swept his hair back from his sweaty forehead. “I guess you really wanted this, didn’t you, baby?”
Ken nodded. “Been thinking about this all day,” he said, voice lower than usual from the strain in his throat. He jacked off Josh’s cock with one hand while he pressed kisses to both inner thighs and then up to the base of Josh’s cock.
“You look pretty like this, on your knees with my dick in your mouth,” Josh said. He noticed his boyfriend was hard, so obvious even through his baggy jeans. “Are you going to touch yourself while you blow me, baby?”
Ken shook his head, busy tracing the length of Josh’s cock with his tongue.
Josh hummed. “Good. Leave that for me later tonight.”
Ken shuddered visibly and went back to lapping at Josh’s cock.
Josh moaned when he felt his orgasm finally creeping up on him. “I’m close. Fuck.”
“In my mouth, come on,” Ken immediately said.
That more than ever had Josh hurtling towards the finish line, coupled with the way Ken cupped his balls and pressed at his perineum. He buried his face in Ken’s jacket and bit the material, drooling on it as Ken started doubling his efforts. He eventually came inside his boyfriend’s willing mouth, shuddering from head to toe.
Josh sagged against the wall, held up only by Ken’s grip on his waist. It took a while for him to get his bearings, and when he did he pulled Ken to his feet and pressed his lips against his, tasting himself on the other man’s tongue.
“Happy now, you perv?” Josh teased, to which Ken just chuckled. He pressed their lips together again, gently this time.
After a bit of a breather, they started cleaning themselves up. Thankfully, they didn’t have to worry so much considering that they didn’t really go all the way. Plus, Ken had… yeah, he did that. So aside from the fact that Josh had drooled all over Ken’s jacket while biting into it, there was nothing to worry about.
“It’s not too obvious,” was all Ken said before still wearing it despite Josh’s protest.
“Well, I hope no one notices it.” Josh sighed.
“You know, that jeepney they’re bringing on set…” Ken mused. “We should check that out tomorrow. It has seats.”
Josh immediately knew what he meant. He slapped him on the arm. “No, we’re not doing it in a jeepney! Why do you always want to do it in public places? Or in our work setting? Last time you made me do it with you in a tree!”
Ken looked offended. “First of all, to be specific, you were stuck in a tree. Second, I didn’t make you do anything, because it’s not like you don’t enjoy them. And third, where are we supposed to have sex? We work all the time.”
“At home? On our bed or our couch?”
“We work all the time, you just said so. I get urges.”
Josh groaned. “You’re an animal. I hate you.”
Ken ignored that and reached for the lever, making the elevator doors slide open. Once they stepped out, they saw a chair out in the hall. Josh’s leather jacket was draped over it and there were sticky notes on it.
Bang bang bang! LOOOOL! - Stell <3
1. Don’t forget to clean the elevator.
2. The managers have a question for Ken. Don’t forget to talk to them.
3. The staff said we can go home. We’ll continue the shoot tomorrow.
4. DO NOT HAVE SEX IN THE JEEP! IT WAS RENTED! IT’S NOT OURS!
- PauloGross kayo. Treat us to dinner to make up for this. - Justin the Great
Josh groaned while Ken snickered, earning him an elbow in his side. They both returned to the dressing room to see some of their staff members packing up, a few others still at work, and the other boys waiting for them over by the couches.
“Are you two done?” Justin asked. He had already changed into his street clothes. “Can we go eat now? I’m hungry. You owe us for the trauma.”
Ken turned to Paulo, eyes narrowing. “We read your note. Did you hear us talking about the jeepney?”
Paulo’s eyes widened and he whipped towards Stell and Justin. “See? I told you they were thinking of something depraved!”
Stell laughed. “Wow! Paulo can predict the stupid things Josh and Ken do. Congrats, love.”
“I want to eat Japanese! You people are so slow!” Justin called out, frowning.
“Please don’t use the jeep. The elevator was bad enough,” Paulo all but begged.
“We are not using the jeep. Ken was just joking,” Josh said reassuringly.
Ken grinned. “No, I wasn’t.”
Justin tossed a few of the fake passports at them. One hit Ken in the forehead and the other hit Stell on the arm, making him whine.
“I want to eat! NOW!”
“Yes, Justin.”
“Okay, Jah.”
“Got it.”
“We’ll go get changed.”