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It was so exhilarating, going to a concert of your favorite band for the first time. At least, it was Sicheng's first time. Mark was a bit of a groupie, he had to money to follow Beau X Papillon on tour, and Sicheng would be a liar if he said that didn't make him a just a little envious, even if he never intended to be.The show hadn't started yet, but Sicheng could feel his palms shake from adrenaline. He'd listened to Beau X Papillon practically since their inception, kept up with all of their interviews, knew everything about them. That's how he met Mark to begin with. They'd met at a record store, when they both went to grab the band's first full length album, 'ButterfXy.' It was through the chatter that happened after that slight run in that made them realize they attended the same classes, and after high school, they'd become so close that they decided to become roommates. His relationship with Mark confused him, him and Mark would ramble on for hours about their favorite band.They'd met at a record store, when they both went to grab the band's first full length album, 'ButterfXy.' It was through the chatter that happened after that slight run in that made them realize they attended the same classes, and after high school, they'd become so close that they decided to become roommates. His relationship with Mark confused him, him and Mark would ramble on for hours about their favorite band. Even though Sicheng himself would consider Nakamoto Yuta to be his ideal type and biggest celebrity crush, when Mark talked about him with a sexual gaze, he found himself tied up in frustration. Almost an existential crisis of jealousy, torn between whether he was jealous the fact that someone else was looking at Yuta, or the fact that Mark found someone else so attractive. He knew he felt something for Mark, knew that the way he looked at his friend wasn't normal, but he also knew that he was too feminine for Mark's liking.Even though Sicheng himself would consider Nakamoto Yuta to be his ideal type and biggest celebrity crush, when Mark talked about him with a sexual gaze, he found himself tied up in frustration. Almost an existential crisis of jealousy, torn between whether he was jealous the fact that someone else was looking at Yuta, or the fact that Mark found someone else so attractive. He knew he felt something for Mark, knew that the way he looked at his friend wasn't normal, but he also knew that he was too feminine for Mark's liking.The first song came on, it was one of their most powerful ones. A perfect opener for a band like them, the drummer was speedy and energetic, both of the guitarist were in tune with each other, and the bassist was so focused and reeked confidence. But all of them were just background noise the minute that the lead vocalist stepped on stage. There was truly nobody like him, he was what every rockstar aimed to encapsulate. Free from society's expectations for men, free from rules, and not bound to superfluous things such as chasing fame or hobnobbing. He was a real rockstar.He glanced over at Mark, as they stood up and gathered their things. Mark looked so attractive that day, he'd went to the salon a couple days ahead of time to make his hair look perfect. That combined with the soft makeup he'd decided to wear to highlight his features, it was a sight for sore eyes. "Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?" Sicheng's trance broke, he shook his head, and they made their way out of the arena. After weaving in and out of droves of people, they got to the parking garage.Today must've been a special day, because they actually knew where the car was. Sicheng genuinely believed he had a higher chance of getting into harvard than he did actually remembering where they parked. Mark pressed the keys, and the car made a chirping noise that echoed throughout the entire garage, they got into Mark's – now unlocked – red 2006 Toyota Corolla, and drove away. Everything at the concert seemed like it happened so fast, yet now it was like life was playing out in slow motion. It was unreal for Sicheng, having his first concert experience be something so important to him, something life changing to him. It had been bright outside when they made their way into the indoor venue, but after leaving, Sicheng noticed that stars flooded the skies without his permission. Mark drove to the nearest restaurant while Sicheng came down from his post-concert high, he understood this feeling far too well, so he had no qualms with letting the roommate ride it out.As they made themselves comfortable at the quaint diner, everything started to seem a little more real and tangible to Sicheng. As the menu hit his palms, feeling the leather and plastic graze his fingertips. What he ordered is something he didn't even remember, it wasn't very good but it wasn't atrocious either. He remembers remarking that the egg tasted like rubber, Mark let out a huge cackle because of that. He was laughing so hard that he didn't even notice what was happening behind him, the Beau x Papillon was walking through the door, at the quaint diner for a post-concert meal.Their presence was so... Big, it was like when they were in the room, that's all you could pay attention to. True star power. Sicheng furiously tapped on Mark's shoulder until he belatedly looked at the booth behind him, he let out an embarrassingly loud gasp, making Yuta lift his head from his menu and look around. Sicheng wanted to crawl out of his skin and die at that moment, shame creeping in his veins. Every moment felt painfully long, being in the presence of greatness. After the band finished their meal, something unexpected happened, suddenly, Yuta walked up to them. “Hey, are you two fans?” His melodic voice asked nonchalantly, Sicheng gave Mark a death stare, as if to say don't embarrass me. “Yes, we actually became friends because of your music.” Sicheng's gleaming face was so docile, yet filled with brightness. “That's cute.” He said with a chuckle towards the last part, Sicheng could feel butterflies build up in his stomach, no pun intended.Yuta had a giddy disposition as he reached into his bag and grabbed out a torn up piece of napkin. It had his number on it, it had his number on it. Sicheng was having an internal existential crisis. “I-Is this for me or...?” He nervously asked, Yuta shrugged. “It can be, you're both pretty cute though, maybe the three of us could set something up?” Sicheng swore he felt eyes on him, God, he hoped other fans didn't find out about this.He glanced over at Mark, as if asking for approval, to which Mark nodded. “Yeah! Definitely, I mean, we could link up tonight if you'd be up for it.” His willingness didn't surprise Sicheng, because he'd heard all of the things that he'd said about Yuta, all the filthy analogies, all the lust-filled glances, he'd heard everything, everything.“I'll text you my room number, see you at 11.” He could feel his heart pounding with excitement, it felt unreal, like something out of a fantasy or one of those weird 'fanfictions' that Sicheng considered a guilty pleasure of his. They headed back to their hotel room, Mark told Sicheng he wanted to freshen up. There was a lot of silence between them. No questions or discussion, just unanimously tightening up their appearance in preparation for what was to come.11 o'clock arrived quickly, and next thing they knew they were in front of the Nakamoto Yuta's front door. He opened the door and ushered them inside, he was more unkempt than before. He had a loose, low cut black dress shirt on, his hair was still gelled back from the show and his face was freshly washed of the heavy makeup that he mostly sweat off during performing.“Hey there, thanks for coming. Sorry if I was a little too upfront with you two, I get a little ahead of myself... If I made you uncomfortable, or you have any apprehensions, just let me know.” He scratched the back of his head, somewhat anxious. “We're fine, we're grown and we can handle ourselves, right?” Mark asked, getting a nod from Sicheng. “Good, good.” There was a couple seconds – that felt like an eternity – of silence between the three. Hooking up with a stranger isn't as glamorous as television may portray it.Regardless, even if initially things started out awkward, they picked up quickly. “You were so sexy at your show... I couldn't stop looking.” He flirted, seductively stepping closer. “I saw you in the front row, you two were the hottest people I've ever had at one of my shows.” Sicheng felt desire nudging at him, this may have been his ultimate fantasy.His cock twitched with excitement. Overeager to take apart in this spontaneous delicacy. Yuta gently cupped his chin, and leaned in to give him a kiss. His chest pounded in that moment, it felt so surreal, his lips connecting with Yuta, Yuta. Just when he thought that this was the peak of the night, he felt a soft grip on his waist, Mark leaned in to give a soft peck to his nape.He was at full-mast. This was a fever dream. Surrealism was so present in that exact moment, lust consuming every plausible thought that could appear in his brain. The two most attractive men on earth taking full control of his body, he went limp and let them take control fully. They push the frail boy onto the hotel bed, Yuta holding one wrist, while Mark held the other.Yuta's lips latched onto his neck, drunk with desire. While Mark's supple hands reached up his shirt, squeezing at his perfectly shaped pink nipple in a way that sent shivers through his spine. “M-Mark!” He screamed out, so submissive in the touch of other men. He was so sensitive to the slightest of touch, filled with desire. “You always wanted to fuck me didn't you?” Mark teased, and Sicheng nodded.“We'll make your dreams come true.” Yuta added. The duo stripped Sicheng of his clothes, revealing his beautiful statuesque figure. It was a sight to see, Sicheng was horny, horny. “I wanna fuck you til your legs go numb.” Yuta whispered. Sicheng only whimpered in response, as the duo manhandled him to their liking. Yuta delved a finger into his hot walls, admiring the warmth and tightness. Slowly, he began to thrust, easing Sicheng into the feeling.Simultaneously, Mark gave kisses to the head of his cock, feeling him twitch. If that wasn't evidence enough, his loud moaning made it clear how much he liked it. Mark lowered his head and began bobbing, and in synchronicity, as if connected, Yuta added another finger. The dual pleasure drove Sicheng to madness, his body felt like it was in another world. Another planet even. The feeling was addictive. Yuta added a third finger, thoroughly stretching him out, making tears run down his face as he basked in the feeling.Before he could even get a word out, Yuta pulled his fingers out. Sicheng whined at the loss, he loved the feeling of being full. Mark grabbed his head and directed him territorially to his cock, Sicheng opened his mouth obediently, ready to take every inch of his length. He groaned at the feeling of his wet mouth, sucking him like it was a job.This was ideal for Sicheng, being an object of pleasure, completely subservient to his more masculine suitors. It was quite the scene, Yuta knew how to use his hips, rolling them like water. The younger, lying under him like putty in his arms. Mark started to call out Sicheng's name, something he found himself taken aback by. It was so attractive, validating evenIt wasn't long until Yuta found how to hit his sweet spot, how could a stranger know his body so well? It felt otherworldly, like an out of body experience. He let out loud moans, muffled by Mark's gargantuan cock, as spittle dripped down his chin. The vibration sent Mark into a frenzy, spawning his orgasm quicker than he'd imagined. He didn't need to ask, he knew Sicheng would love the feeling of cum drizzling down his throat. It probably didn't he that he'd mentioned it in their extended conversation of Yuta-related fantasies. And Sicheng's orgasm wasn't much further himself, a couple more poundings to his tiny hole had him wailing in the pleasure. Cute little squirts of cum making themselves apparent on his stomach. Yuta started saying something in Japanese that he didn't quite understand, but he thought he picked up what he meant so, a whiny Sicheng uttered, “I-Inside me, cum inside me.”His instincts granted him a lot, because subsequently, Yuta filled him with his seed. Sicheng was officially fucked out, he was a complete mess once they were done with him. His naked body, shimmering from sweat.“What do you say we make this a frequent?” Yuta smirked, “I don't know, given how worn out he is now, Sicheng might have a heart attack if we do.” Sicheng giggled, feeling a renewal of confidence in himself, knowing his body could be so desirable. Though things may have started in lust, things shortly blossomed between the three into something more romantic and sentimental.Caterpillars became butterflies.