Backstage

Shikamaru's hands were dragging up Neji's thighs the second the door to the dressing room closed behind them, hot and with a tremble of absolute desire, pulling at the fishnet stockings covering perfectly smooth thighs. Neji managed to grab his wandering hands, squeezing in warning as he turned to face the other man.

“You can[i] not[/i] be serious.”

“I just went to the effort of sending the rest away without them suspecting something,” Shikamaru murmured, dark eyes gleaming in the low, yellow light of the cramped room.

“We are not having sex before we play this concert,” Neji hissed, trying to drag Shikamaru's hands away from his groin. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance as Shikamaru caught him off balance and pressed forwards quickly, Neji's back slamming into the wall and Shikamaru's knee wedging itself perfectly between Neji's thighs.

“When else are we going to get the time together?”

“The [i]time[/i]?! We have ten-” Neji clenched his teeth as Shikamaru's weight shifted, rubbing against his quickly growing problem. “T-... Ten minutes at most,” he finally ground out, hands fisting in Shikamaru's tight shirt in an attempt to make him stop.

“Then stop wasting them.”

Neji opened his mouth to reply but whatever he was going to say was quickly cut off by Shikamaru pressing their lips together in a raw, animal kiss. Neji held back for all of three seconds before Shikamaru rocked again, brushing a leather-encased hardness against Neji's hip and his resolve snapped clean in two. His hand reached out, flicking the lock on the door before grabbing at Shikamaru's shirt and tugging almost hard enough to rip it. Shikamaru shuddered, Neji responding to the kiss and clashing their tongues and teeth together, finesse thrown to the wind by the pressing hand of time.

Shikamaru's hands made short work of Neji's stockings, his clever fingers managing to slide them down to Neji's ankles along with his frilly underwear, his hand wrapping around the hot, turgid shaft that practically leapt into his palm. Neji groaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure as Shikamaru jerked, thumb teasing his sensitive head and smearing the gathering precome over the glans. The heat between them was like an inferno, the scent of sex and sweat hanging dark and sultry as Neji bit and sucked at Shikamaru's lips. The lipstick he'd carefully applied smeared, dragged over Shikamaru's skin and invading the kiss alongside the smoky taste of Shikamaru's tongue. It smelt, felt and tasted like pure, electric sin and dear fuck he wanted more.

“Hold this,” Shikamaru rasped out, shoving a little bottle of weapon oil into Neji's hand. He thought about protesting, not wanting that in there, but it wasn't as if there was an alternative and he would quite like to be able to sit down later on. He ducked his head instead, sucking and biting at the sensitive junction of skin at Shikamaru's neck and shoulder, revelling in the low moan he dragged from his lover's lips. His small smirk of victory was soon wiped away as two cold, slick fingers snaked between his legs and pressed to his entrance, barely giving him time to breathe and none at all to relax before they pressed in. Neji gritted his teeth in a low hiss, the pain unpleasant but bearable as he arched, lifting his leg and wrapping it around Shikamaru's waist to give him more access.

The shadows flitted across them, the sweat gleaming in the low light as ragged breaths peppered the air between their parted lips, Neji leaning in for another kiss to mask his discomfort as Shikamaru's fingers wriggled and scissored, hurried and desperate as a third was slid deep inside him. Neji's other hand slipped down, fumbling with his belt and yanking it undone, sucking Shikamaru's tongue into his mouth as he pulled down the zipper and slid his hand into the confines of his underwear, gripping the hot flesh and squeezing, smirking again as he felt Shikamaru's fingers falter inside him. He broke the kiss, tilting his head to capture the other's ear, nipping and lapping at the piercing.

“[i]Nghn[/i]!”

Shikamaru's fingers twisted, suddenly pressing hard against his prostate. His head fell back, hitting the wall with a thud as stars sparked across his vision, all pain forgotten, Shikamaru's fingers dancing a merry jig deep, deep inside him and grinding, pushing, rubbing against his bumpy gland. His mouth was open, jaw tight with tension as he sucked in harsh, desperate breaths and fought not to buck into Shikamaru's fingers, all noise caught in the depths of his chest. Shikamaru's teeth scraped across his exposed neck, voice dark and husky. “Neji... Lube.” His hips bucked into Neji's hand to convey his meaning. Neji shuddered, a soft noise escaping his lips as he yanked down Shikamaru's trousers and underwear, pouring half the bottle into his palm and liberally smearing the cool, slick liquid all over Shikamaru's twitching cock. The younger man shuddered, groaning softly before pulling his fingers free from Neji's entrance and yanking up his lacy skirts, grabbing the man's bare hips and smirking, eyes glittering with lust. He pushed and lifted at the same time, a surprised gasp wrenching itself from Neji's throat as he was suddenly hoisted into the air and pressed against the wall. His legs wrapped around Shikamaru's waist in reflex, heels clicking together as Shikamaru leant in, Neji's arms wrapping around his neck.

“Ready?” He whispered. For all answer Neji yanked him in and kissed him. He didn't think he'd [i]ever[/i] been this turned on before. “You do it,” Shikamaru urged. Neji swallowed and nodded dazedly. He gripped the man’s cock in his hand, feeling Shikamaru's head drop against his shoulder as he edged his body closer. He tilted his hips, aware that they were quickly running out of time. Heat flared as skin nudged skin, growing nearly unbearable as together they pushed. The friction was maddening, and Neji held his breath against the painful tingling of a forced stretch as a need-laced moan trickled past his ear. His grip was released, and Shikamaru followed his lead to push the rest of the way in. He rushed into him, hard and fast and hurried, leaving Neji a shuddering mess at the unexpected roughness.

“[i]Ughnn[/i]!”

Neji trembled, his hair sticking to them as he clenched and tried to remember how to breathe. His own cock twitched and jumped, precome sliding down the aching shaft as one of Shikamaru's hands braced against the wall, the other gripping his hip hard enough to leave bruises. Their mouths crashed together again, messy and wet as Shikamaru started to move, shallow thrusts that edged Shikamaru's further and deeper into his body, so full and hot against his inner walls, reducing his mind to a babbling monologue of [i]oh fuck yes[/i]. Neji tried to clamp his mouth shut but each dragging grind against his prostate had another noise tumbling out of him, Shikamaru burying his flushed face in Neji's neck as he grunted, their noises mingling with the slap of slick skin on slick skin and the wet noise of quick movement and too much lubricant. Neji's fingers dug into Shikamaru's back before knotting together, the knuckles turning white.

“A-Ah, [i]fuck[/i]!” he cried out, arching his back as Shikamaru slammed into his prostate, his thrusts more ferocious as a river of fluid decorated his stomach from his weeping cock. The pleasure in his stomach grew taunter and tighter, the thrusts coming too fast for him to keep up with now, the feeling of in hardly distinguishable from the feeling of out. Noise corrupted his voice, low and guttural and desperate as he clung closer to Shikamaru, barely able to breathe. Shikamaru's groans were taken to a whole new level of want and desperateness, Neji's spine aching from the rate of it slamming into the wall, but the pain was completely wiped out by the devastating coil of sheer bliss that curled tighter, tighter, tighter, [i]tighter[/i].

“[i]Shi--[/i]!”

His voice closed off as he was dragged under, drowning in the hurricane of lust, sex, adreneline and danger, the smell of sex, sweat, makeup and perfume firmly attaching themselves to his senses as the pleasure crashed over him, waves of utter euphoria that left him convulsing and clenching and pouring everything he was between them. And he kept shaking and trembling, finally coughing out rough groans and even whimpers as the thrusts became irregular, Shikamaru's teeth biting down on his neck before he released a haggard, keening moan and flooded his insides with pure heat, corroding and unforgettable.

They stilled, panting and shaking before Shikamaru slowly pulled out and let Neji down, his ankles and knees wobbling as he stood in a slightly bow-legged stance, come dripping from him.

“... Tissues...” he finally rasped out, looking up at Shikamaru, the absolute picture of debauchery. Shikamaru nodded, smirking as he pulled out a pack from his trouser pocket, quickly cleaning himself before yanking his trousers back on and handing the rest to Neji.

“Four minutes to spare,” he said with a smirk, avoiding Neji's hand as he reached out to swat him irritably, cleaning himself as quickly and efficiently as he could before pulling his clothes on right and wiping the smeared make-up from his face. “Shut up, Nara. If I make mistakes up there then I'm blaming you.” Shikamaru grinned.

“Happy to take the blame.”

Neji glared, pushing his hair back into its original style. Shikamaru leant in and kissed him, the anger evaporating from Neji as he softly kissed back before drawing back. Shikamaru grinned, handing over a new tube of lipstick with a smirk. Neji shook his head, snorting softly.

“... Always ten steps ahead...”

“Of course,” he winked.