Manic groaned, as he lumbered into the apartment. He'd had a particularly stressful day at work, and he felt his body aching all over. He really just wanted to douse his face, and then probably pass-out.

When he saw his friends and band mates walk in, he raised his hand in a short wave. “Hey guys.”

“Bye Manic.” The raccoon, Ash replied.

Manic decided he would ignore that bit of rudeness, as he watched his friends evident preparations for departure. “Where're you going?”

“We're starved, the cupboards are bare, where do you think we're going?” Ash snarked, as he pulled on his shoes.

“Dude, I just got home...” Manic groaned. He really wasn't up for going anywhere right now.

“We're getting takeout. Harmony!” Ash suddenly shouted. “Burgers or pizza?” 

“I'm not picky!” A familiar voice sounded from further inside the apartment.

“Harmony's here?” Manic asked, leaning by the entry frame to see if he could catch a glimpse of the band's lead singer.

“Yeah, we were going over the lyrics for our next original, then we got hungry, and he remembered he needed to treat his new piercings. He's in the bathroom.” He nudged Lane. “C'mon, we still got to decide where we're eating.”

“Why don't we just load up on snacks at the store?” The dog asked, grabbing his keys off the kitchen table.

“I'm sick of snackfood, I need something that's cooked!” The raccoon sneered, as he made for the door. He waved at Manic. “We'll bring something back for you guys.” Ash promised, as he exited, Lane following close and shutting the door behind him.

With the other two gone, Manic strode over to the bathroom. He found the door wide-open, and Harmony was bent over the sink, twisted in a comical position. Manic had to stifle a chuckle, seeing a scene so ridiculous.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Manic!” Harmony greeted him with a smile. “Did you need the bathroom?”

“I was gonna scrub my face real quick, but I can wait until you're done.” Manic shrugged. He really wasn't in any hurry.

“Sorry I'm taking up so much time.” Harmony apologized. “I keep having trouble applying the solution. I'm dripping everywhere except my piercings...”

Manic could sympathize. He had more piercings than most people, and some studs were harder to manipulate when the area was still swollen. The back of the ears were also a tough area to hit accurately. “Want some help?” He offered.

Harmony beamed. “Really? That'd be great!” He handed Manic the bottle. “Thanks so much, Manic.”

The hedgehog made a smile of his own. “No problem, what are bros for?” He said, as he pulled out some tissue to wet with the solution. Harmony turned, tilting his head, so that Manic could get a better view of the fresh wound. “You sure do like pink, don'tcha?” He remarked, noting the sparkly pink metal stud that kept the piercing open, right above to the metal band that hung lower around the curve of his lobe.

“Just happened to match my hair.” He shrugged, giving Manic a smile off the rebound of the mirror. “I didn't think much on it, to be honest.”

Manic chuckled. Since Harmony had joined the band, he had appreciated the cavalier facet that fit into his overall personality. Positively punk-rock.

Setting the bottle aside, Manic finally started on Harmony, gingerly setting his fingers over his ear so he could apply the solution.

“Oh.” 

Manic removed his hands at the other male's utterance. “Something wrong?” He asked, making sure he didn't aggravate the piercing's soreness.

“No, no...” Manic watched Harmony shift on his feet, clearing his throat. “I'm fine. Please keep going.”

As Manic returned to apply the solution, he took careful notice of Harmony. The bat shifted again at his touch, shoulders shrugging, and a sharp intake of breath betraying him.

This was... interesting, Manic thought.

He was careful with Harmony, while he cleaned up the first piercing. He eased a part of the stud from the hole, making sure to squeeze out a drop of solution onto the bar. When the bar itself was wetted, he pushed the piercing back, twisting it gently, to make sure it was evenly applied to the insides of the hole. All the while, Manic would notice the way Harmony twitched, or breathed. His hands kept clenching and unclenching over the sink counter, while he worked.

He finished the first lobe, and moved on to the second one to repeat the process.

Manic tried to be as careful as he could, but he had to wonder if it'd really help much. Harmony's ears seemed really sensitive. It was evident Manic's handling drew a strong response from the bat, that much he could plainly see... It was giving him some mischievous ideas...

Finishing his job on the second ear, Manic made a naughty smirk, before he pursed his lips and blew a cool jet of air over the dampened area. 

Manic's body jerked when Harmony's did. The bat reacted with his breath hitched in an audible gasp, body spinning, the heels of his hands slammed back onto the sink counter. Manic cringed, his hands raising in surrender, and the starting exclamation of an apology forming at the tip of his tongue. “Shit! Sorr...” His words failed, as he took in the sight of Harmony before him: wide eyed, tensely leaning back at the sink, chest heaving in and out with excited palpitations, lips parted with anxious breaths, while his face flushed...

Manic gulped, feeling the air in his own lungs gain weight. This... hadn't exactly been what he had in mind.

The air in the bathroom felt really thick all of a sudden. A energy of anticipation stringing itself through Manic's mind, while he willed himself to do something, anything to take the edge off of the situation...

Sliding in closer to the bat wasn't what he had in mind either, though that's where he found himself. His foot slid somewhere between Harmony's sneakers, bringing their bodies to a certain closeness. Manic's hands found purchase at the sink counter behind the other male, below his own arms. His face hovered over Harmony's, styled green spikes brushing by softer magenta fringes. 

Manic wasn't sure what he was doing. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard a tiny voice rambling something about Harmony and the band and friendship and piercings... Yet, all he could find himself focusing on were those soft-looking lips that had curved into a subtle, fascinating 'o' shape. At the smallest flash of a pink tongue moistening those lips, Manic's eyes flicked up to Harmony's own. 

Eyelids drooped over the pink-red irises, staring back into his own. Manic felt a sense of warmth and neediness; an invitation for him to come seek even more closeness. He tilted his head, by the barest fraction, and when those eyelids shut fully, he took that as an incentive to press on to those tantalizing lips.

Finally, Manic felt his lungs free, as he inhaled from his nose to let the fresh air in, while Harmony moaned underneath him. He drew back from the kiss, immediately diving back in, applying some gentle suction to the soft flesh. When he felt hands climb up his sides and onto his shoulders, Manic set his own palms on Harmony's hips, pressing him back against the sink to sustain his balance, while he continued upon his face-sucking treatment with his mouth.

When he closed in closer to the other male, he felt a pronounced hardness press into his thigh. Harmony gasped underneath him. “Ah-Manic...” He husked, breathless, voice dripping with erotism. 

Manic decided he wanted to hear even more of that.

He rubbed his leg into Harmony's groin, biting his lip, as he drank in the noises that the singer made, relished at the increased pressure that gripped at his shoulders. Manic let out a low groan, before he dipped in again to lap at the tender lips, encouraging for more open-mouthed contact.

Pinned hips trembled and rolled under the hedgehog's palms, and the friction on his leg stoked the heat on his thigh. His eyes looked over Harmony's face, heavily flushed, eyes hazy with desire, lips red and puffed from the semi-rough treatment and glossed with saliva. Manic was hard-pressed to remember a time he saw a sight so arousing.

Feeling daring, Manic slid his palm from the bat's hip, cupping at the hardness that strained the front of the other's pants. He reveled the change in pitch Harmony's voice suddenly took on, as he rubbed small circles over his erection. Manic leaned in, meeting his forehead to Harmony's, looking in his eyes. “Can I?” He murmured, stroking the bat's side with his free hand.

He watched the corner of Harmony's lip shift, the tiniest bit sucked back in to chew at while he gave the proposal some thought. Manic felt himself throb at that, the desire to dive right back into their kissing clawing up at him. He steeled himself, holding off until he had his permission.

In a time that felt a moment too long, Harmony nodded, responding with only an affirmative hum to give Manic the okay to continue. He took it to full heart.

Manic didn't hesitate to resume their kissing, and his hand slid into the bat's pants, wrapping it around his hard cock.

Harmony lurched into him, stomach curling, as he buried his face into Manic's shoulder. Manic's eyes rolled as he stroked the hard flesh, the scent off the other's hair filling his sinuses, and his pleased whimpering like bells in his ears.

“Fuck...” Manic puffed hotly, breathing over the bat's sensitive ear. He laved a tongue over the freshly cleaned piercing, mouthing and nibbling gently over the sensitive flesh, humming excitedly over the singer's muffled squealing.

It wasn't too long after that Harmony shuddered and jerked like he had been grasping a live wire, letting out a strangled cry muffled into Manic's shoulder. Manic felt the organ pulse, slicking his hand with Harmony's release, hot ,wet, sticky...

Manic hummed, 

When they pulled apart, Harmony was looking at the floor, to the side, anywhere except Manic's face. The look on his face was... sobering. Far from the punk-rock personality he had gotten to know...

Manic stepped back, ashamed and embarrassed, and chilled from the sudden loss of contact. “I...” He started, feeling completely lost. “I... Maybe I-”

“Yeah.” Harmony nodded, turning his back onto Manic.

Manic blinked, considering saying something else. Though, the longer he thought, the thicker the awkwardness got in the room. The need to bail out had become much too great to ignore.

He left the bathroom, speedily racing back to his bedroom, and shutting the door behind him, and leaning back against it. He sighed, feeling very foolish... Yet he wasted no time drawing himself out of his jeans, and started jerking his slick erection vigorously as he imagined Harmony blushing and whimpering underneath him all over again. It was almost an embarrassingly short jerk-off session, before he was groaning and coming in his hand and up on his shirt. 

Manic was still half-way through catching his breath, before he lifted his shirt up over his head, using it to wipe himself clean. Dried to satisfaction, he glanced at the mess on his makeshift rag, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't wiped his hand proper before he had ran into his own room and took care of his arousal. 

If he hadn't just had an orgasm minutes prior, he might've swelled up again at that thought...

The hedgehog sighed, his tilting back to thump at the door he leaned on. The gravity of everything starting to come at him. In a few short moments, he had seduced a friend and bandmate, gave him a handjob, and jerked off to the thought in the privacy of his room. Before today, he hadn't even considered Harmony to be attractive, (at least not in a strictly sexual way...) now everything's changed... Most probably gone to shit too.

“Fuuuuck...” He groaned to himself, tossing the dirtied shirt at the hamper in the corner, and moving to flop on the mattress. He laid in bed, pondering the consequences of his actions, while his ears strained to hear the muted hiss of the shower from the bathroom until he couldn't stay conscious any longer...