Arashi members are always horny during concert events. Four of them are at their horniest after a live performance [Which sort of explains why they’re growing thinner lately]. But not Aiba Masaki. He is at the peak of his lust before, during and after a concert. This extraordinary thirst leads to him jacking off anywhere within the vicinity of Arashi’s rest room or in the toilet cubicles, between costume changes--which is why non-Arashi members are not allowed anywhere near those areas during these times. The other four are used to their bandmate’s, erm, quirks, and they usually just leave him alone or lend him a hand. More often than not, it's the latter, primarily because the members are nice, lovely boys who love extending their aid to those in need, and the fact that they actually enjoy helping Masaki out is just an unexpected, but appreciated, bonus. Of course, the other reasons for their acts of goodwill are that  when Aiba is horny [and during concerts he’s very, very, get it?, VERY horny], he forgets lyrics, choreography, blocking; talks nonstop during MCs, and ends up eating everyone’s bentou.

Even knowing these things, still, Sakurai Sho almost balks when Aiba shoves his crotch in the rapper’s face, ripped newspaper pages flying around them like confetti, his just emptied bentou box falling from his lap.

“Please, Sho-chan,” Aiba begins, lips quivering.

“Why don’t you just jack off in the bath?” Sho replies, careful not to let his exasperation show.

The lighter haired man cries, “It’s not working! I’ve jerked off thrice already!”

Sakurai winces, “Thrice? Isn’t that quite chafed now?”

“Sho-chan….” Aiba pleads breathily as he opens the fly of his jeans, shoving down his boxers and giving his aching penis one, two, three pumps.

Sho snorts.

Somewhere outside, someone calls out, “Three minutes, thirty seconds!”

“Please, we don’t have much time…”

Sho sighs the sigh of a resigned man. He deliberately licks his lips before he reaches for the other’s hips, guiding the taller man’s dick in front of  his mouth. Sho sniffs, then test-licks the slit twice before gingerly covering the head with his tongue.

Aiba moans before he pleads again in discontentment.

“Faster Sho-chan…”

Sho, in the process of undoing his own pants, looks up, putting the half-swallowed cock at one side of his mouth, before speaking, “You do realize that I’m not yet in the mood?” He then proceeds to pull Aiba into his jaws slowly, carefully adding a hint of teeth for good measure, contracting his well-formed biceps as he works on his own half-erect penis.

But Masaki needs to hurry, so he takes the other’s head between his shaking hands and starts pushing his cock again and again and again into Sho’s mouth.

This is the scene Matsumoto Jun walks into, with their tallest, his pants and boxers around his ankles, grinding his hips into Sho’s face, as the older man thrashes about.

“Stop that. Someone might get hurt.” Jun says, alarmed. But Sakurai raises a thumb, signaling that he’s basically fine, Masaki’s just getting too enthusiastic.

But Jun is getting concerned, especially now that Sho’s arms are flailing about like he’s drowning. To make sure that Aiba listens to him, he slowly approaches the older man and licks his ear, whispering, “Don’t kill Sho-kun.”

Masaki ceases his movements, and, like a man snapping out of a trance, suddenly realizes what he has done and begins babbling, his words of apologies colliding and rolling against each other. Finally, he finishes with a wail. "Sho-chan, you must hate me now!”

“No, I. I just wasn’t in the zone yet.” Sho explains, quite vexed for not being able to help Aiba out and gain satisfaction for himself. He prides himself for being good in manly things like this.

“You sure you’re all right?” Jun asks.

Sho flexes his jaws and twists his neck, then shaking his head, says, “Nothing seems to be dislocated." At Matsumoto's and Aiba's stares, he says, a bit defensively, "I'm fine, really. Aibachan is the one who needs help, he's still very hard."

Jun turns to their tallest. “You can fuck my mouth,” he offers in his deepest, best Domyouji voice.

“Really?” Masaki asks with glazed, hopeful eyes.

Jun sits near Sho, lowering his own pants before finally positioning himself before Aiba’s crotch. He cups Aiba’s balls as he sucks the man’s very hard cock, his head bobbing up and down fast. Masaki, too excited, kneels on the sofa, his knees on either side of Jun’s thighs, pushing his dick further into Jun’s throat. The youngest pulls back a little, adjusts his position and resumes sucking, running his teeth down the other’s cock, rubbing his index finger down the older man’s perineum.

Relegated to the role of voyeur, Sho’s gaze runs from Jun’s neck to hands to lips, to the very drenched penis sliding in and out of the younger man’s mouth, to Aiba’s springy pubic hair, driven hips and flexing butt. Mesmerized, he pushes down his already open jeans, and proceeds to play with himself. Abruptly, he stands up, runs to where bags are scattered [still jerking off, with his pants down to his calves], and, using his other hand, rummages inside the bags of his bandmates until he finds what he’s looking for in Ohno’s waist pouch.

Relieved, he gives himself one, two, three, four short and quick pulls before positioning himself behind their tallest. He tosses the pack at Jun, and smearing lube on his fingers, he preps Masaki hastily as he puts on a chocolate-flavored condom [Nino’s favorite]. Because of Aiba’s urging and his own impatience, Sho plunges inside the tall man, sucking in one long breath unsteadily.

After a few odd seconds, they are able to get their rhythm together – they are dancers, after all -- Sho thrusts into Aiba who rocks into Jun, who is jerking off frantically. Jun moans against the taller man’s penis, Aiba keens, feeling himself tighten around Sho who gives a hoarse whimper of bliss.

Outside, someone shouts “One minute thirty seconds!”

Fuck, I’m coming, Jun thinks and he suddenly flows freely and he purrs against Aiba’s dick, and Aiba feels the vibration on his skin as Sho hits that magical fucking spot and he’s coming, and he contracts around the cock inside him, and Sho feels himself coming, unable to stop from pounding and gyrating against Masaki’s hips, and he reaches for their youngest’s hair to hold on to, as their tallest fucks Jun’s already swollen lips, then Sho empties himself inside Aiba as Aiba pours himself into Jun, and Jun feels himself gush into his gripping hand, into the latex, while still swallowing Masaki’s semen without pause.

Spent, they all fall on the sofa, and Sho reaches up to kiss Jun passionately, tasting Masaki, as the tallest languidly licks Jun’s neck and caresses Sho’s beautiful biceps. Then, with the speed that would make spazzcrack gif makers proud, they all stand up, throw the used condoms in the garbage bin, wipe their sweat, wash their faces, adjust their clothes, systematically check each other’s appearance,  and haphazardly arrange their hair.

When one of the staff yells, "30 seconds!", the three of them are out the door.

“Thanks for that,” Aiba whispers.

“What do you mean, thanks? You have to bang me soon,” Jun says gravely, his eyes twinkling.

Sakurai just smiles and ruffles Aiba's hair.

“What you did to me, that swallowing thing? You’ve never done that before,” Masaki murmurs to Jun.

“I was only concerned that some might splatter on my shirt. Or my hair,” Jun smirks. “Speaking of which, you were pulling my hair back there,” he eyes Sho in mock-reproach.

Sakurai squeezes Jun’s shoulder. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. How will you do that?” Jun asks, amusement in his voice.

Sakurai walks to Jun slowly, until he's standing toe to toe with their youngest, "I Will. Ride. You. Later." He ends his sentence with a flourish before quickly turning away. Only Masaki sees the slow smile of anticipation forming on Jun's red, red lips.

And it's time to perform again. Aiba laughs out loud, happy, as the three of them step into the lighted stage, into the vision of thousands of screaming fans.

The five of them talk for a while, all of them bubbly, until the Ohmiya SK duo exit to change out of their sparkly basketball costumes and Masaki gives the retreating backs a wistful look.

While the three sing and dance with renewed vitality [and Aiba feels himself harden again], Ninomiya Kazunari lies on one of the dresser tables in their rest area, his legs on his Ohno Satoshi's shoulders, being fucked by the older man with bold, sharp strokes, writhing, demanding harderfastermore in elongated keens of pleasure, and finally, Ohno squeezes his lover’s cock, rubbing on the slit, slamming himself into Nino, until the younger man has no other choice but to fill the room with Satoshi’s name chanted in a deep, mindless refrain.