Model and the Bass

Chapter 7: The Meet and Greet

The ‘Meet and Greet’ was a couple hours long, and this left Kurama about an hour to just hang out with the girls, and talk about the boys they were all in love with. Yukina assured Kurama that Hiei was acting differently towards him than most people he’d met. With the small amount of hope stored away safely, Hiei had demanded that Kurama go and get the groups food.

“Are you sure you don’t want any of us to go with you?” Koenma asked as he handed the money and list of orders over to the redhead.

“No, it’s fine,” he smiled sweetly before running off in his school girl outfit, his bright pig tails high on either side of his head bounced with every step. Hiei watched the long pale legs under the short plaid green skirt with white cotton knee high socks and the button up shirt.

“Stop staring,” Yusuke said under his breath.

“Hn,” Hiei nearly growled at the other band member, and went back to glaring at the screaming girls who were in line for almost two hours before they even arrived just to see them. He hated this part of the famous ordeal, he didn’t care for the people outside of his band, and it never mattered to him how much people liked their music, but now with their popularity growing, he was finding it harder and harder to get away from it all. He still wondered if joining in the first place was such a good idea, and lying about his age? People were going to figure things out when his ‘seventeen year old’ twin sister was getting married to a twenty four year old moron.

“Here you go,” a beautiful redhead settled next to him with a large sandwich and a bowl of soup, “a meatball sub with everything. I have to ask, where do you put it all?”

“In my stomach, idiot, what’s with the soup?”

“Oh, that’s mine, Koenma asked if I could come sit up here with you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, but if you really don’t want me eating with you, I can go sit in the back.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Good, then you should probably sign that girl’s poster.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, here,” he put his regular scratch of a name on the paper.

“Who are you?” the girl asked rudely, but not in hatred that the girls behind her were eyeing the redhead with, “You look so familiar. Wait, aren’t you-?”

“Shh,” Kurama cut her off with a simple raise of his finger to his lips and a small wink, “can you keep a secret?”

“Actually no, not really.”

“Good, Hiei and I are-”

“Shut up, slave.”

“Wow, Mr. Hiei, you’re really into kinky shit, aren’t you?” the girl as well as Kurama giggled and Hiei blushed profusely.

“You had better get going…”

“Sarah,” she smiled sweetly.

“It was nice meeting you, Sarah,” Kurama assured.

“You too, um, can you sign my magazine?” she pulled out a teeny boppers paper with Kurama on the cover showing the latest wear in young men’s style.

“Of course,” he signed it in large bold, looping letters.

“Thank you,” she ran off happily, and more girls figured out who the red haired school girl was, and Hiei nearly sent Kurama to the back in utter embarrassment due to the fact that Kurama would pull the same stunt with every single one, hinting that he and Hiei were lovers.

*****

“Well that was a fun afternoon,” Kurama smiled sweetly as Hiei collapsed on the bed when they got back to the hotel.

“Hn,” he grunted, ignoring the cheery remarks.

“You look a little tense,” Kurama purred, “let me help.”

“What?” Hiei murmured under his breath as Kurama sat next to him on the bed and began to massage the bulking muscles. “Mmm…”

“How’s that?”

“Harder… yeah… lower…”

“Feel better?”

“A little,” his deep voice slurred.

“How about now?” his long, slender fingers worked on the very middle of the lower back where he usually got knots.

“Oh…” the rock star moaned, and he barely registered as the long legs settled on either side of his waist.

“This good?”

“Yeah,” the pop star murmured into the pillows, muffling another moan from the boy on top of him.

“How about this?” he moved his body lower so he was pressed more into Hiei, and lowered to hands to just above the line of his pants.

“Mngh,” Hiei continued to groan.

“Am I interrupting something?” Yukina’s soft voice came from the doorway, apparently they hadn’t bothered to lock it.

“What? No,” Hiei sat up, pushing the redhead off, but this led to both boys on the floor. Both of them turned bright red as Kurama tried to get up, but it led to Hiei falling more into Kurama's open legs, and his hand slipped higher up Kurama's thigh.

“Um, I’ll come back in… an hour or so…” she turned just as red the boys on the floor.

“Wait, Yukina, it’s not what you think,” Hiei tried to get untangled, but the two remained entangled in the sheets that Kurama had pulled when they fell off the bed in the first place.

“No, really it’s okay,” she ran down the hall.

“Shit,” Hiei cursed as Kurama continued to squirm on top of him trying to get out of the sheets, but the two ended up rolling around more and more as both tried to move in opposite directions.

“Hiei, Hiei, wait, we’re not getting anywhere like this,” Kurama huffed as they finally took a break.

“Yeah, you need to take your clothes off.”

“Yusuke!”

“Sorry, boys,” Botan stood in the doorway next to the band member, “but we have to get going to The Lion’s Cub for practice in an hour.”

“Hn,” Hiei just growled, “get out.”

“Okay, but you had better finish up quickly.”

Hiei just growled, “Get out.”

“See ya,” the two left, closing the door behind him.

“Hiei? Is that your hand on my leg?” Kurama panted a little.

“Um…”

“Other way!” Kurama blushed furiously, feeling his arousal flooding him.

“Ack!” Hiei pulled as far away as he could in the confines of the blanket, “sorry!”

“Wait, wait, slow down,” their bodies moved against one another, “Let me do it, okay?”

Rolling Hiei under him, Kurama started to slowly unroll them, and he moved against the smaller body.

“Hi-Hiei,” Kurama nearly moaned into the other boy’s neck as he made the final rock of his body as they were finally freed. “Ah, ah, ah,” the two lay in a mess on the floor for a minute, “Hiei.”

“Kurama,” the other boy breathed, “I-I can’t move.”

“S-sorry,” the redhead pulled off, and rolled on his side, “I guess you should get ready for practice.”

“Hn,” Hiei finally caught his breath and was able to stand up and walk to the bathroom, although it did seem a little uncomfortable.

“So, close,” the redhead leaned against the bed, pressing his hand against his crotch, forcing it to calm down, but he was well past the point of no return.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Hiei had turned the shower to freezing cold, and still it wasn’t really doing anything, “Stupid, fucking redhead,” he grumbled under his breath as his hand traveled over their body.

“Hi-Hiei…” Kurama groaned softly as he caressed himself roughly.

“K-kura… Kurama…”

“Ah! Ah… ah… ah!”

“Oh, mngh…”

“Hiei!”

“Kurama!”

“Oh, dear…” Kurama looked down at himself, and tried to clean up a little before Hiei could get out of the shower, but he had no need to hurry, because Hiei had a little bit of cleaning to do as well.

“Oh, shit,” Hiei growled as he lathered up.

“Hiei? Are you almost done? I kind of need the shower,” he nearly whimpered in frustration.

“Too bad,” Hiei said a little too quickly, and was missing his usual ‘this is just to torture you’ tone.

*****

When the boys had finished getting ready, Koenma called them all on to the bus to leave for a quick practice and technical sound check for the sold out concert that would be held the next day. It was short and simple, and Kurama was allowed to sit in the audience seating to watch as the boys practiced, but he barely took his eyes off of Hiei. Hiei on the other hand was looking anywhere but the redhead. He knew that the model was watching him, and it would more than likely throw him off if he were to get distracted by those large, radiant eyes.

It was only six by the time the group had finished practicing and the school girl had begged Hiei to go on a walk with him in the park that the owner had told Kurama about. After about ten minutes of whining, Hiei finally caved and the two headed on without the rest of the group. Kurama could have cheered at finally having Hiei to himself when the sun was about to set, and they settled in a wooden bench.

“This is nice,” Kurama wrapped his arms around on of Hiei’s so tight that he was almost sitting in the bass player’s lap, “I like being with you, Hiei,” he leaned on the shorter man.

“Hn.”

“Hm?” Kurama nuzzled Hiei’s cheek.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled, pulling away from the other man’s caresses.

“Sorry,” Kurama mumbled pulling away, and straightening his short, plaid skirt before playing with one of his pigtails.

“How are you not embarrassed by this?” Hiei finally blurted, watching the model play.

“I don’t know,” Kurama shrugged, “Have you seen what I do for a living? I make an idiot out of myself in front of a camera, daily. This really isn’t all that much different compared to that.”

“Except that you’re dressed as a girl.”

“A lot of people thought I was a girl to begin with. It really doesn’t mater too much about whether I am dressed as a man, a woman, or some sort of alien like creature. I just don’t care anymore about how people see me. Everyone just sees me as a Ken doll they can dress up. I guess in your case, I’m a Barbie doll.”

“Hn,” Hiei stood offering the taller man his small, rough, and callused hand.

“What’s going on?” Kurama stood, and followed as Hiei led him back to the theater where the group would be performing. They jumped in the car that Koenma had left waiting for them.

“Where’s a good place to go shopping?” he asked the driver.

“There’s the mall that about twenty minutes away.”

“Is there a Chinatown around here?” Kurama cut in.

“Yes actually.”

“Let’s go there,” he pulled at Hiei’s arm.

“Why?”

“That’s where I get most of my clothes.”

“Hn,” Hiei recalled the yellow Asian tunic Kurama had worn when they had first fought. Why he actually remembered that was beyond Hiei’s understanding.

“Chinatown it is,” the driver nodded.

*****

“Oh, how about this one?” Kurama pulled out a silver and black tunic and held it up under his chin.

“Hn,” Hiei nodded his approval, but he preferred the emerald green one that matched Kurama's eyes. “Get that one, too,” he nodded toward the deep blue one.

“Okay,” he smiled, “Oh, this is perfect for you,” he pulled out a dark red tunic lined in blue with a white sash for a belt.

“What? Why?”

“It matches your eyes,” he giggled sweetly.

“No, it’s not my style,” he huffed.

“You’ll look great,” Kurama held up the outfit to Hiei.

“I don’t think so,” he pushed the clothing away, “It’s not going to happen, okay?”

“Come on, you dressed me up, I think I deserve some kind of compensation,” Kurama held Hiei’s glare.

“Grr, fine,” he took the outfit, and the two paid for the clothing, and went walking down the block to the car. “What should we do now?”

“It’s early, how about we go to a club?”

“Do I look like the type to go to clubs?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t like crowds.”

“Just for a little bit.”

“No.”

“We could go back to the hotel and make out for a little while,” Kurama draped an arm over Hiei’s shoulders, but the shorter boy pulled away quickly, glaring at the model.

“No. I’m getting kind of hungry. Let’s go for dinner.”

“I’m not really all that hungry. Why don’t we go dancing?” he pulled at Hiei’s callused hand lightly.

“I told you I don’t like crowds and I definitely do not dance,” the man growled.

“Please,” he pouted, “just for a little? I’ve never been to a club in New York.”

“Hn. No more than half an hour,” he reasoned.

“Yeah, let’s find one,” they jumped into the car, “Can you take us to the most popular club?”

“Yeah, sure,” the driver nodded into the mirror.

The bouncer recognized both men easily and they were allowed entrance without a second thought.

“Come on, dance with me,” Kurama instantly had Hiei on the dance floor, but Hiei didn’t move. “Loosen up a little.”

“I don’t like this.”

“Why not?” Kurama had his arms around Hiei’s neck.

“I just don’t. I think I’m going to be sick. I’ll be at the bar,” he pushed away.

“What? Wait,” but the shorter man was already gone, “Damn.”

Hiei ordered a drink before settling into a stool by the bar. He could still see the redhead dancing through the crowds. At this distance he really did look like a girl. Kurama was absolutely beautiful Hiei admitted to himself as the boy still wearing the schoolgirl outfit was dancing between two men. A tightening feeling started in Hiei’s stomach. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the feeling that he always got with large crowds or if he didn’t like watching the redhead with two other men. Grudgingly, he knew which one was the real answer, and it frightened him a little.

“Alright everyone!” the DJ announced over the speakerphones after a few songs, “It’s time for ladies choice!”

The bass player rolled his eyes as a few of the girls had recognized him and were trying to convince him to dance.

“Hiei,” Kurama managed to push his way through, “care to dance with me?”

“Hn,” Hiei downed his drink and was about to order another, “you’re no lady. You don’t get to choose.”

“Please? We can leave right after this dance, okay?”

“Grr, fine,” he slammed his hand in the bar before getting up, and Kurama cheered, leading the shorter boy out into the floor. The song was slow so Kurama pulled Hiei close to him, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s shoulders, but Hiei just stood there.

“Come on Hiei. You’re a singer, you have to know how to dance a little,” Kurama leaned into Hiei’s ear to whisper to him.

“I don’t dance.”

“At least put your hands on my hips.”

“I don’t touch.”

“You’re willing to touch yourself. Don’t think that I didn’t hear you,” he teased.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You called out my name in the shower, and I don’t know if you heard, but I was doing the same thing with your name in the bed.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Don’t worry, I was careful, but I do feel a little unfulfilled. Don’t you feel the same?” he suddenly took the tip of Hiei’s ear in his mouth and started to suckle on it lightly. “You taste really good.”

“Stop it.”

“Why don’t you like to have fun?” Kurama murmured.

“I have fun, just not the way everyone else does.”

“Well you should try it. You might actually like it. Just loosen up a little up, relax and flow with the music,” he put a little space between the two of them seeing Hiei’s uncomfortable predicament.

“Hn,” he let Kurama move and started to sway to the beat. He was starting to like being pressed with Kurama when the song ended, and Kurama leaned in to kiss him lightly on the cheek, “Let’s go, huh?”

“Yeah,” he nearly lost his voice. When they got outside of the club, Hiei could feel his stomach growling, “Let’s go get dinner.”

“I’m not really all that hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since lunch, and you barely even had anything then. I think that we need to go eat.”

“I had soup and I… I had a sandwich when I was waiting for your food to be made, too.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Hiei growled as they got into the waiting car again, and told the driver to take them to the best restaurant with in distance.

“On it,” the larger man in front nodded and took off.

“So why do you not want to eat.”

“Look it’s kind of embarrassing,” he kept his eyes lowered, “I’m just getting over having a horrible stomach flu.”

“So?”

“Well, I had all sorts of symptoms like throwing up, cramps, diarrhea… need I go on? Let’s just say that it was not one of my finer moments.”

“Hn,” Hiei nodded, but still didn’t believe what Kurama was saying, “Then don’t eat too much, but I want to see you eat something remotely solid, at least.”

The two ended up at a rather fancy Italian restaurant, and had a nice long discussion about nothing too important. Hiei brought up the politics he had read in the paper that morning, and learned that Kurama knew more about what was going on in the world than he thought.

“So they’re planning to pass the bill, and find a way around the president so he doesn’t have any say in the mater.”

“You don’t seem the type to actually know about all of this.”

“I’m a bit of a nerd at heart, really.”

“Hn,” Hiei was actually having fun with their discussion as they had a small debate about current events.

The night went rather well until they were in the car, and Kurama started saying his stomach was feeling funny, and the second that they were in the hotel Kurama rushed to the bathroom, and Hiei could hear his ‘slave’ divulge the little he had managed to eat during dinner.

“Are you okay?” Hiei knocked on the bathroom door between wretches.

“I told you about the stomach flu,” he coughed a little, and Hiei could hear as Kurama started to wash out his mouth.

*****

Sorry, bad place to end, I know, but we're getting to the point in which I stopped writting almost half a year ago, so now I actually have to think of something for them to do and it might be a little while until I get the next chapter up, so, until then...
~TBC~