Sometimes a scene grabs sometimes it's a picture that I can't get out of my head.
This next scene was inspired by a sweet scene that didn't evolved into oral sex. Max/Tul of Together with Me, a Thai BL. In one of the spin off series Tul makes Max breakfast in bed...
Here's the excerpt From Not Another Boy Band
“Can I take a picture of you?” Daiki pleaded, as if snapping a photo of him was of dire importance.
“What? Why?” That knocked him sideways. He needed some new questions.
Daiki grabbed his phone and took some shots. “You, shirtless in the apron, carrying a tray... I can’t draw you fast enough because I want to enjoy you immediately.”
“Are you okay?” Sage had never made anyone breakfast before, especially not in bed. But if a breathy artist totally hot for him was the usual reception, he’d have to make Daiki every meal.
Shrugging, Daiki nodded. “Yeah, I’m not used to being in a manga that I’m drawing.”
“What?”
Daiki groaned and touched his face. “I’m going to have to tint my cheeks with embarrassment lines.”
Ah, got it. Sage played along. He made a show of looking where the blanket failed to hide Daiki’s arousal. “Oh, by the way, you’re drawing not only yourself but me very aroused.”
Daiki put down his phone and pushed off the comforter. He didn’t meet Sage’s gaze, but the shifting of his body highlighted his jutting erection, not disguised at all by the shorts he wore.
“A gorgeous man bringing me breakfast in bed....” Daiki frowned and shrugged it off, then pasted on a teasing smile. “You probably make breakfast in bed for your lovers all the time.”
Sage’s desire to actually get someone who wanted him for him seemed to pull out the truth. He should stop himself from the long stare, but couldn’t. Instead he confessed, “No. I’ve only done this for you.”
A million expressions crossed Daiki’s face, but a predatory one stayed. “This is a first... for you too?”
Swallowing, Sage clutched the tray tighter. “Yeah.”
Daiki slipped out of bed and onto his knees in front of Sage. “May I?”
What was he—
Daiki ducked under the tray, pushed the apron out of the way, and
grabbed on to the waistband of Sage’s lounge pants. He peeked out and tilted his head, making hair fall into his eyes. “Sage?”
His name never held so many questions, but there was only one answer. “Yes.”
Smiling a real smile, Daiki shifted forward and disappeared, hidden by the tray Sage held.
A hot, wet mouth wrapped around him and sucked him halfway in.
Sage hardened fully and gripped the tray tighter. “I should set this down.”
Daiki appeared not to have heard him, because he continued sucking him. Adding his hand, Daiki started stroking Sage in an enticing rhythm.
Something out of the corner of his eye made Sage turn his head. There was a full-length mirror behind the door, giving him a view he’d never had. How had he become the star of a filthy manga? But Daiki looked too beautiful to be associated with anything dirty. Sexy, yes.
The reflected image seared into Sage’s brain. Him getting a blowjob while clutching a tray, and Daiki sucking him, with a hand busy down the front of his pants, while he stared at Sage.
Their gazes caught in the mirror, the uncertainty in Daiki’s eyes dragging Sage deeper into his thrall. Daiki wasn’t conducting some elaborate game of seduction; it was clear he simply wanted to suck Sage and get off.
No question Daiki had stepped way out of his comfort zone and was exploring what he wanted... and right now that was Sage. That might have knocked him sideways, but it was what Sage wanted too.
Sage’s affection for Daiki was a nonstop fast beat. His feelings hadn’t evolved slowly over time in a measured fashion but had appeared in a moment. Had he been waiting all of his life for someone to open his heart? Maybe he’d get burned, but he couldn’t stop being consumed by the driving rhythm because surrender felt too good.
He gripped the tray tighter. The predicament of having to hold the tray while getting sucked off increased his arousal. So far, only a little bit of the tea had spilled on the napkins. Could he come without dropping the tray?
Turning back to the mirror, he stared as Daiki bobbed his head, bringing the wet heat of his mouth up and down with ever-increasing suction. Sage had never watched himself getting sucked off. The act felt new and forbidden; not being able to see Daiki except in the mirror added to the uniqueness.
He hadn’t locked the door, and three other guys were a room away. The worry of being caught in the act intensified everything.
Sage wasn’t going to last long, so he warned, “Close.”
Session drummer Sage Nakamura puts his trust fund where his heart is and starts his own band in Japan—Kashi-sei, Japanese for “visibility.” Tired of his favorite J-pop bands imploding over even a hint of same-sex attraction, Sage decides to take sponsorship out of the equation. He hopes his band will become a safe haven that validates diversity in gender identity and orientation. But he’ll need some help to make his endeavor successful.
Mangaka Ikeda Daiki lives a comfortable, if lonely, life in Tokyo. When he gets the opportunity to work with a band as it is forming, developing the products from the beginning—starting with a manga—he leverages his platform for more creative freedom.
At Sage’s insistence, Daiki helps him choose band members and navigate the finer points of Japanese culture. But the two have more than business goals in common. Mutual admiration develops into friendship, attraction, and a relationship full of firsts for both of them.
But as the band prepares for their debut, Sage, who has never played before a live audience, gets debilitating stage fright. How can Daiki and the band help him through it and keep his dream alive?
