His breath was steady, and there wasn't any noise in the room. With one swift movement, he hoists himself up to another branch.

'He's sleeping.' A tiny smile grazed his lips as he slid the window open.

"You're too careless, Yama-chan."

Soon enough, Yuto managed to pass through the window and entered the older boy's bedroom.

There, in the center of the room was Ryosuke sleeping peacefully on the bed. A smirk tugged in his lips, as Yuto approached his fellow bandmate.

Now that it deep in the night, Yuto had felt his self-control evaporate into the starry night. The cool breeze entered the room, and Yuto caressed Ryosuke's cheeks gently.

Cursing mentally, Yuto just let himself lose and hoist himself onto his friend's bed. The sleeping boy only stirred a little, but he never really woke up. The next thing that Yuto did have abruptly woke Ryosuke up.

Yuto had just straddled Ryosuke, and the older boy woke up at the sudden weight, looking straight into Yuto's mischievous gaze.

"Ehh?! Yu-Yuto-kun?" In one fluid movement, Ryosuke had both his hands pinned above his head with one of Yuto's hand, and the taller boy bent down capturing his lips.

He had started to struggle, and who would've thought that Yuto was actually stronger than Ryosuke?

"Don't think you're stronger than me. I lost to you in those arm wrestling matches on purpose." Those words where whispered against his lips, and Ryosuke tried to turn his head.

What happened to the Yuto he knew?

Breaking the kiss, Yuto pulled back to look at Ryosuke writhing under him.

Erotic.

A tint of redness was now decorating the older boy's cheeks, eyes forced shut. Beads of perspiration shimmered under the dim moonlight.

"Yuto-kun, what are you ugh! Doing?" A moan escaped from the older boy's mouth, as Yuto did a hip roll, rubbing both their members under the fabric of their pants.

Yuto' grip on his wrists were now tighter, as he continued in trying to wriggle out of the taller boy's hold.

Using his free hand, Yuto slid it under Ryosuke's pajamas shirt. "Yuto-kun, please stop." He tried in vain, since his pleas didn't stop the younger boy. Instead those pleas had only turned Yuto on even more.

In his husky voice Yuto breathed out into the other boy's ear. "You don't have a choice, Ryosuke. I'm taking you tonight."

His rough fingers traced Ryosuke's toned abs, and the older boy tried to inch away from those fluttering touches.

Yuto's fingers were now on his boxer's waistband, pulling it teasingly. "Yuto-kun, why? UGH!"

In a swift motion, Ryosuke's pants and boxer were thrown to the far end of his room, and Yuto used his hand to pump on Ryosuke's member.

Tears accumulated at the corner of his eyes as he squirmed at the hand job his friend was giving him.

A long time best friend at that too.

Eyes opened a little, and he saw a bitter smile on Yuto's lips. "You don't know how much you're messing with me, do you? How much you drive me crazy with just a gentle smile. I tried going closer to you, but you only inch away."

It was then, Ryosuke realised that Yuto's face was flushed, and as the younger boy forced his lips open for a forced passionate kiss, Ryosuke tasted something that Yuto shouldn't be having.

"Yuto-kun, you're drunk!" He had tried to sit up, only to be forcefully pushed back down onto the bed. The hand in his member pumped faster, and soon, it was replaced by Yuto's warm and wet mouth.

The tongue had teasingly flicked at the tip of his member, sending shivers of pleasure up Ryosuke's spine. "Yu-!"

JUMP's drummer was now bobbing his head along Ryosuke's length, and he was getting hard himself, since the dreamy and sexy moans of Ryosuke was now his drug.

The older boy had never stopped struggling. However, he had stopped when he released his contents into Yuto's mouth, melting onto his bed.

This is so wrong. He should try harder in stopping his friend. But why were all his attempts on stopping Yuto half-hearted?

Then, a finger entered his virgin entrance, and Ryosuke had almost shouted at the top of his voice.

Why hadn't he called for his parents for help? 'Because I don't want Yuto-kun to be in trouble.'

Or is that so?

A second finger entered, and Yuto's finger did a scissoring action, and Ryosuke whimpered, "Yuto-kun, p-please st-top. U-unn!" The third finger entered, and Ryosuke felt as if the hole would just tear there and then.

Yuto just ignored the pleas of the boy under him. His fingers were now moving in and out of Ryosuke's stretched entrance. Curving his finger a little, Ryosuke had let out a moan a little too loud. 

He couldn’t stop the younger boy, since his hands were still tightly held together above his head by Yuto.

Kicking was another option, though he was quite sure that his manager would kill him for hitting Yuto’s face.

The grip on his hands was suddenly released, and Ryosuke tried to scramble out of his bed, only to be pulled back by strong arms encircling his waist. 

When his back hit his bed, Ryosuke felt Yuto slowly spreading his legs, and he shivered. 

A stirring pain was felt, and tears fell. A silent scream was let out and disbelieve was felt. Ryosuke just couldn't comprehend that he was being violated by his best friend. Violated was a nicer word.

In a really bad term, it’ll be called rape.

‘Can this really be called rape anyway?’ Yuto had stopped moving, and leaned down to kiss away his tears. This can’t really be called rape, can it? Ryosuke felt his arms moving up to Yuto’s neck, trying to pull the younger boy closer.

The strong and bony arms around his waist were now tighter. Soft “I love you”s could be heard escaping Yuto’s lips, as he planted chaste kisses around Ryosuke’s body. Wouldn’t you normally feel disgusted if something like this happened?

‘Do I feel disgusted?’ The answer to this question was scary. Ryosuke didn’t feel disgusted by Yuto’s actions at all. Not one bit. In fact, he was now craving for more.

Why?

Soon, Yuto slowly moved in and out, and Ryosuke groaned. A moan had escaped from Yuto’s lips too. It was so tight and hot inside Ryosuke. 

Yuto was now mentally cursing himself. Why did he raid his father’s wine cupboard anyway? Oh yes, because he was totally depressed. And now, he finds himself pounding into his best friend and crush for many years.

“Y-Yuto! Ungh!” He must have hit Ryosuke’s sweet spot. Doing it again, a moan was released into the air. It didn’t really take long for Ryosuke to release for the second time that night. He had laid limp, as Yuto continued to pound into him, before releasing inside Ryosuke’s hole.

Pulling out, Yuto sat down and look at Ryosuke. A pained expression was on the older boy’s face, and he was panting. Yuto was about to get up, when he felt hands embracing him from the back. Ryosuke had rested his weight on Yuto’s back, pulling both of them back onto the bed.

“What-?”

“Stop. Since you did this to me, can’t you cuddle me now?” Hiding his face in the crook of Yuto’s neck, Ryosuke whispered. 

The hot breath against his skin made him smirk, and his arms encircled Ryosuke’s petite waist, pulling both of them close together. 

“You don’t blame me, for forcing myself on you?” Guilt was evident in his voice, and he felt Ryosuke’s head shaking. The blanket was pulled over their naked figures, and before they drifted off to sleep Yuto heard one last sentence.

“I don’t blame you. It wasn’t one-sided, you know? Somehow, I wanted it too.”