Fic ~ Sakurai Has A Lot On His Plate
Ah, Chapter Six. We’re halfway through the story and the conflict just cranked up a notch. But already, a certain someone is making plans to solve the problem. On a related note, Aiba-chan has obviously spent too much time in the company of Nino; he’s become quite the little schemer… But his latest victim doesn’t really seem to mind that much. (That’s what happens when your plan comes with a 'happy ending'.)
Chapter Specific Warning: More NSFW carnal contortions. YAY!
Title: Recoil (Chapter Six ~ Stratagem)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 3,500
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: A strange friction seems to have developed between certain members of Arashi, and it worries the others. But what can they do to help?
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Chapter One - Duality - HERE
Chapter Two - Implications - HERE
Chapter Three - Complications - HERE
Chapter Four - Guardian - HERE
Chapter Five - Confession - HERE
Recoil
Chapter Six ~ Stratagem
Sakurai surveyed the unusual scene before him in speculation. He would never have claimed to be the most discerning member of Arashi, but even he could see that something was amiss. As the five man group waited in the greenroom to make a guest appearance on a music programme, the atmosphere within the group was tense somehow. The two youngest members seemed awkward with one another and what little conversation passed between them was stilted and flat.
Even their leader was affected by the strange mood that had developed between the pair over the last couple of weeks. Ohno had always been quiet, but he had never been humourless. Now however, as the discord between his friends went on and he worried, Satoshi grew muted and dull. He was clearly concerned about the strange behaviour and yet -for some reason Sakurai did not understand- the older man did nothing to voice his unease.
Catching Masaki’s eye from across the room, Sakurai silently expressed his confusion to the tall man.
Aiba, with the barest of shrugs and a fugitive roll of his eyes, conveyed his agreement and his growing impatience with the condition of their friends.
While Sho fidgeted with his laptop and pretended to be absorbed in work for his job as a news caster, he continued to communicate privately with his boyfriend. Peering over the top of the screen, he urged Aiba to do something -anything- to dispel the tension in the room.
The man nodded slipping into thought and Sakurai watched the man closely, careful to go unnoticed by the others. When he saw the lean man suppress a sudden smile while his eyes lit up, the rapper relaxed. He had absolute faith in Aiba’s ability to find just the right words to liven up the room.
Grinning, the cheerful Idol jumped to his feet. “Hey everyone, listen to this!” He announced excitedly. He waited until all eyes were upon him before he went on: “I finally figured out how to change the song my toilet-seat plays when I pee!”
The ludicrous statement - made so triumphantly - caught everyone off-guard; even Sakurai himself. While the caster coughed and spluttered and clutched at his sides, the others seemed to forget their troubles too. Ohno’s snort of amusement and his lopsided smile was a welcome sight. Matsumoto stared in disbelief, his expression incredulous and Ninomiya responded on instinct to tease his childhood friend.
“What? Finally? It took you long enough.”
“It’s surprisingly difficult, you know!” Aiba defended himself.
Jun spoke up then, absently taking his cue from the snide gamer. “It wouldn’t have seemed so difficult if you hadn’t thrown away the instruction book when you bought it.” He informed the man knowingly.
Ninomiya waved his hand soothingly. “Now, now… The instructions wouldn’t have been much help to him anyway.” He pointed out with a smirk. “I mean, they probably used lots of hard words that Aiba-chan doesn’t know.”
Matsumoto laughed. “You’re right. The fact that he even bought a musical toilet-seat in the first place….”
“Exactly! There is definitely something wrong with his brain.”
Aiba took no real offence at the mocking directed towards him, and was smiling even as he objected to this claim. Although, in truth, a large part of his good humour came from the fact that Jun and Kazunari were interacting normally. Without noticing it, the two men worded together to deride the air-headed Idol and bantered back and forth easily in the process.
Sakurai found himself filled with pride and admiration at his boyfriends’ actions. Aiba always made it look so simple, but Sho knew he could never do it so effortlessly. Masaki, by sacrificing himself to give the pair a common target, had made them forget their current awkwardness. And even if it lasted only long enough to get the men through work, it was a start.
But it was only a temporary measure, and as the group walked away from the set later, the barrier between the duo began to resurface. Hoping to solve the problem once and for all, Sho privately took their leader aside to see if he could get some answers from the reactant man. While the three youngest members were occupied in the dressing room, Sakurai accosted Ohno in a quiet corner out in the hall.
“Ohno-kun, what is going on with Matsujun and Nino?” He enquired softly. “And why haven’t you said anything to them?”
The older man seemed to shirk under Sho’s scrutiny, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. “I can’t.” He replied evasively. “What if I make things worse?”
“How could you make things worse?”
Satoshi groaned, guilt written all over his features. “Because it’s all my fault in the first place.” He mumbled unhappily. “It must be. They’re both fine individually, but if I’m there with the two of them…. I must have done something wrong, but I don’t know what.”
The seasoned news caster boggled as he spotted a particularly glaring flaw in Ohno’s reasoning. If both Matsumoto and Ninomiya were their normal selves when alone with the artist, then it was obviously a problem they had with each other that was causing the rift. But, because Ohno could only see this behaviour when he was with the pair, he had somehow attributed the blame to himself.
Such self-recrimination was unusual for the laid-back leader, and Sakurai struggled to understand the man’s logic. Unless Ohno had done something recently that he believed could have caused the problem, his out-look made no sense. Sakurai was still thinking about how to explain this to the older man when Ohno broke in first:
“Uh, Sho-kun, don’t you have to hurry to get to the studio for your drama?”
“Ah-! Crap…” He muttered to himself, checking his watch. Unwilling to let the matter be dropped completely, however, he turned back to man even as he rushed towards the dressing room. “You need to talk to them.” He told his friend sternly before quickly stepping through the door.
He changed swiftly, knowing that his packed schedule left no room for error. As he shrugged into his jacket, however, he was reminded of something else that had slipped his mind amongst more pressing concerns. “Aiba-chan,” He addressed the tall man brightly as he settled his bag on his shoulder. “My mother wants to know whether you want to stop by for dinner one evening?”
Masaki, still half wearing his performance costume despite his initial head-start, accepted easily. “Sure. Did she say when?”
“Just whenever we can get our schedules to match is fine.” Sakurai answered before he went on to explain further, wearing an indulgent smile. “Because I’ve been so busy with work, she’s worried we’re not spending enough time together.”
Aiba grinned. “She does realise that we work together, right? And that at least forty percent of your work involves me too?”
The rapper laughed. “She knows.” He assured his boyfriend, with one hand at the door handle. “But she feels like a negligent mother if she doesn’t meddle a little.”
Masaki’s answering chuckle followed him as he walked out of the room and Sho smiled. His brisk steps did falter somewhat, however, when he came across Ohno, still stood in the hall. Although the older man appeared to be spacing out, Sho knew that he was actually thinking deeply on things.
Sakurai did not have the time to spare to stop and talk, so instead, he patted Satoshi’s shoulder encouragingly as he swept past. The gesture was not much, but it bolstered the man enough to get him moving towards the dressing room. And while Ohno bade him good luck, the busy caster sped to his next job of the day.
* * *
It was a further three weeks before Aiba and Sakurai found an evening when neither man had prior commitments. Having spent time in the warm company of the Sakurai family, Aiba had joined Sho in his bedroom. While the older man laid on his stomach atop his bed, revising his latest script, Masaki busied himself by checking out the rappers CD collection.
When Masaki turned on the stereo then, Sakurai lifted his head out of the sheaf of papers to acknowledge the man. “Sorry. I guess I’m not a very good host right now, huh?” He apologised sincerely, failing to hold back a yawn as he spoke.
“It’s OK, you’re busy after all.” The lithe man walked over to perch upon the mattress, placing his hand at Sho’s back supportively. “You were working this morning too, right? Maybe you should rest for a while?”
“I have to get this memorised.”
“It won’t kill you to take a break Sho-chan.” Aiba pointed out. “But if you don’t take it easy sometimes, you’re going to work yourself to death.”
“I have to do this.” He insisted patiently.
“Fine- you can keep working.” As he spoke, Masaki climbed onto the bed properly to kneel astride Sho’s lower back.
“What are you doing?”
“You can go ahead and keep reading the script, if you want.” He told the man in no uncertain terms. “But you need to relax somehow, so I’ll give you a massage while you work.” Suiting deed to word, Aiba began expertly kneading the knotted muscle of Sakurai’s neck and shoulders.
“I really haven’t got time…” The news caster protested weakly, even as his eyes fluttered closed and he stretched into Aiba’s sure touch. “And I can’t focus on the script with you sitting on top of me.”
“Too bad.” Utterly unapologetic, he went about his self-appointed task regardless. “You’re so tense Sho-chan~”
Realising that it would be pointless to argue, Sho pushed aside the script with a sigh and rested his head in his arms. “Alright. Just ten minutes though, and don’t let me fall asleep.” He mumbled into the pillow.
“Mhmm~” Aiba hummed his no-committal answer as his hands slid over Sakurai’s broad back. Digging at a particularly tight knot of muscle with the heel of his palm, he heard the older man groan. “Is this OK?” He asked, mindful of hurting his friend and lover.
“Yeah… right there…” Sakurai assured him with a lazy sigh. As he felt the tension slowly melt away, he struggled to stay alert. He knew Masaki too well to believe that the considerate Idol would truly wake him if he fell asleep. Still, he could not help the slow drawl of his voice as he gave direction to his boyfriend. “Uhm… harder.”
Aiba was silent as he listened to Sakurai’s blissful murmurs. Having the solid form of the rapper so pliant under the caress of his hands and hearing his sleepy moans stirred Aiba down to his loins. But as his skin grew warm and his mouth became dry, he made no mention of it. After tracing the line of Sho’s spine and reaching the hem of him shirt however, Masaki could not keep himself from sliding his hands back up beneath the fabric.
Gliding his palms over the cool skin, the sinuous Idol leaned in as the cloth caught at his elbows and forced him down against Sho’s back. The movement alerted the rapper to Aiba’s condition and he twisted to look back at his boyfriend. One look at the lithe man’s dark, dilated pupils and his lightly flushed cheeks stopped Sakurai short. “Masaki…”
“Sorry.” Aiba’s cheeks reddened further, somehow managing to look both guilty and petulant at the same time. “But you were making all these sexy little noises and I-”
“I was?”
“Uh-hmmm~” In one smooth motion he pressed himself further into Sho’s back and brought his lips close to the man’s ear. “Sho-chan~ I know you’re tired, but…” His seductive whisper trailed off suggestively.
Sakurai felt a jolt of sudden longing at Aiba’s words. “Not too tired.” He corrected the man, his own eyes heating meaningfully.
“Good~” Aiba all but purred, nipping at the man’s lobe affectionately. “Just relax and let me do all the work, OK?”
Sakurai’s eyes widened in surprise, but he wore a contented smile as he turned as much as he could in order to meet Masaki’s lips with his own. “OK.” He replied between brief, wet, kisses.
Pleased, the younger man gave Sho a final crushing kiss before scrambling off the man and discarding his clothes. Following his example, Sakurai sat up at the edge of the bed and pulled his top over his head. But before he could do more, Aiba came forward to stand between his knees, wearing only his boxers. “Let me do it.” He said quietly, threading his fingers through the belt loops of Sakurai’s jeans and bending down to slide his tongue along Sho’s bottom lip teasingly.
Sakurai nodded and, all at once, Aiba was unzipping his jeans and palming his growing erection through the cloth. “Uhn… Masaki,” He moaned impatiently. “Take off the pants.” The caster could have been talking about either of them, but it did not matter much anyway; the lean man had them both stripped in a matter of moments.
With the brawny rapper posited on the edge of the bed, Aiba sunk slowly to his knees on the floor. Taking Sho’s warm flesh into his mouth, he laved the throbbing organ with relish. While Sakurai ran his hands through Aiba’s hair and down his back, Masaki tongued every curve and ridge until Sho was nearly mindless with need.
“Mmn… Damn, Aiba-chan…” He choked out hoarsely, looking down at the man, his eyes glazed with desire. “You’re incredible… Uh- just like that. Don’t stop.”
In response, the younger man hummed and swirled his tongue around Sakurai’s tip. And while Sho threw his head back with a curse, Aiba held him at the hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the mattress. When he tasted the first drops of salty fluid leak from his lover, Masaki reached under the bed for the item he knew Sakurai kept there.
It was only then - while rubbing the slippery gel into his hands - that Aiba withdrew his lips from Sho’s taut length. Shoving one hand between the caster and the mattress, Aiba pushed into the older man, rising from his knees as he did. And in one smooth motion, he used his other hand at Sho’s chest to coax the man to lay flat across the bed, leaning down over him. “You’re so tense Sho-chan….” He murmured lowly, deliberately repeating his earlier words but in a whole new context. “Just relax.”
“I- I’m trying.” Sho confessed through gritted teeth. “But I’m already… so- so close….” He took a quick breath. “…The things you do with your tongue…”
Aiba smirked. “Just imagine what else I can do.” He suggested roughly, even as he stretched the rapper with a second finger.
“Uhn! Th- that doesn’t help.” Sakurai grunted. Shifting to place his heels on the bed frame, with his knees bent and spread wide, he made it easy for the tall man to reach him. “I have a very vivid imagination, after all.”
“I can still do better.” Reaching between them, Masaki stroked the other man’s erection, sliding it against his own and thrusting his fingers inside the man simultaneously.
Sakurai gave a straggled cry of frustration. “Damn it Masaki… I can’t take much- ah, more of this. Just do it already.”
“But you’re still-”
“I don’t care~! I want you inside me.”
Aiba did not object; Sakurai’s vehemence and his own straining desire made it impossible. Quickly, he fumbled around to slick his flesh before holding Sho at the knees and pushing into him. He penetrated slowly, knowing that the other man was unused to the sensation and that he probably was not as ready as he thought.
Yet, while Sakurai did wince as the taller man filled him, his groan was one of relief. And soon he was bucking beneath Aiba and asking him to move. The younger man obliged; starting with careful, shallow strokes, he went further each time, but pure self-preservation making him go slowly. With the pressure of Sho’s tight embrace wrapped around him, Masaki marvelled at the burning pleasure.
“Ah… Sho~ You feel so good…” He gasped as sweat trickled down his back and his legs struggled to keep him standing.
“Y-you too.” His hair plastered to his damp brow, Sakurai met Aiba’s thrusts urgently, forcing the man deeper. The lithe man took the silent cue to let go of his restraint and drove hard into his lover. As the heat between them flamed and became unbearable, Aiba slammed into the hot channel of Sakurai’s ass with desperate vigour. The rapper met him each time, clinging to the bedding and begging him to relieve them both.
Masaki did so. As the first wave of his climax crested and spilled inside his lover, he pressed purposefully into the man. Hitting his target and curling his fingers around Sakurai’s shaft, he pushed the man to writhing ecstasy. Sho’s release collecting, warm and sticky, in Aiba’s palm, the rapper’s whole body quaked with the bright rip of orgasm.
And still buried inside the older man as his muscles shuddered and shook, Masaki balanced on a knife-edge between pleasure and pain. Finally, the tremors subsided and Aiba pulled out of the man, falling onto the mattress beside his boyfriend.
Wiping his brow with his forearm, he let out a burst of breathless laughter. “Whoa~ That was exhausting!”
The rapper could barely keep his eyes open as he gave the tall man a soft smile. “You’re telling me…” He mumbled in agreement.
“Are you OK? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No.” Sho replied with a jaw creaking yawn. “You did surprise me though. I thought you said you’d never do it at my place again after what happened last time with my little brother…?”
The younger man seemed unconcerned. “That’s alright. He couldn’t have heard much over the music anyway. But I think we could both use a nap.”
Sakurai’s sleepy, self-mocking laugh rumbled from deep in his chest. “That was you plan all along, wasn’t it?”
Aiba feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sho-chan.” He said breezily even as the pair scrambled atop the mattress to lie properly upon the bed and Aiba pulled the covers over them both. “It’s your own fault anyway.”
“It is…?” His eyes were already shut as he settled against the comfort of the pillow and the warmth of Aiba’s long frame.
“Uh-huh. Because you look so cute when you’re tired and I couldn’t resist.”
Sakurai would have protested Aiba’s description of ‘cute’, but he hardly heard it anyway. With the tall man matching the rhythm of his breathing and holding him firmly about the waist, the caster was lulled to sleep.
Some time later that night, an awareness of the man beside him roused Sho. Opening his eyes, the room was dark and silent. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he turned slowly to see Masaki laid on his back, staring listlessly at the ceiling. Although he could not see the younger man’s expression clearly, he sensed that something was wrong. “Masaki, what are you thinking about?” He asked gently.
Unsurprised by the silence so suddenly broken, Aiba sighed softly. “The other members.” He answered in a muted whisper. “I’m getting worried Sho-chan. I wish I knew what was wrong.”
“I understand, but they’re not telling us anything. We just have to trust that they’ll work it out - whatever ‘it’ is.”
“You know…” Aiba began pensively. “After what Matsujun told me - and what happened - the day he came to my place….. Well, it wouldn’t be strange if he was acting this way around me, or Leader or even you, Sho-chan, but Nino…? But then, Nino-chan has been acting the same way, so something must have happened between them, right? Something that Leader is blaming himself for.” As Masaki voiced his concerns, more for his own benefit than in the hope of getting any real answers, he grew increasing frustrated with the situation.
Sakurai listened to the man patiently, knowing that Aiba simply needed to vent. With a breathy cry, Aiba went on: “Gah~ this whole thing makes no sense. We start our concert tour in a few days and we’ve barely made it through one rehearsal without it being obvious that they’re avoiding each other. And a concert isn’t like TV filming; I can’t constantly distract them. Besides, I’m running out of silly things to say all the time.”
“You mean there’s actually a limit to your stupidity?” Sakurai teased, hoping to lighten the taller man’s mood.
But Aiba was having none of it. “Sho-chan…” He whined quietly. “I just want to fix them. I want my friends back.”
Despite his own worries and his current exhaustion, Sakurai offered what reassurance he could. “It’ll be alright Aiba-chan. It’ll work out somehow.”
Noticing that Sho was very close to drifting back into slumber, Masaki was loath to disturb the man further. His voice was much quieter when he mumbled his response to himself after some time. “But…when?”
“Let’s just lock them in a room until they sort themselves out….”
Sakurai was asleep almost the moment the ridiculous suggestion passed his lips. He never saw Aiba’s eyes widen and grow brighter in the dark, or the sly smile that turned up the corners of his mouth. “That’s brilliant.” He whispered to no one in particular.
And Aiba Masaki began to plot.
To be continued…
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Heheheheheh…. Aiba TOPPED!!!!!
XDDDD
I didn’t even plan to write it that way. It just happened. Aiba… you sexy man-whore, you. LOL. (Obviously, writing this sexcapade of smuttiness is seriously affecting the higher functions of my brain.)
The next chapter will be posted on: Friday 5th March. *UPDATED* If you want to keep track of this story (and all my other works,) check out my master post [ HERE] I’ll keep it updated with any new information.
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥
Chapter Specific Warning: More NSFW carnal contortions. YAY!
Title: Recoil (Chapter Six ~ Stratagem)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 3,500
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: A strange friction seems to have developed between certain members of Arashi, and it worries the others. But what can they do to help?
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Chapter One - Duality - HERE
Chapter Two - Implications - HERE
Chapter Three - Complications - HERE
Chapter Four - Guardian - HERE
Chapter Five - Confession - HERE
Recoil
Chapter Six ~ Stratagem
Sakurai surveyed the unusual scene before him in speculation. He would never have claimed to be the most discerning member of Arashi, but even he could see that something was amiss. As the five man group waited in the greenroom to make a guest appearance on a music programme, the atmosphere within the group was tense somehow. The two youngest members seemed awkward with one another and what little conversation passed between them was stilted and flat.
Even their leader was affected by the strange mood that had developed between the pair over the last couple of weeks. Ohno had always been quiet, but he had never been humourless. Now however, as the discord between his friends went on and he worried, Satoshi grew muted and dull. He was clearly concerned about the strange behaviour and yet -for some reason Sakurai did not understand- the older man did nothing to voice his unease.
Catching Masaki’s eye from across the room, Sakurai silently expressed his confusion to the tall man.
Aiba, with the barest of shrugs and a fugitive roll of his eyes, conveyed his agreement and his growing impatience with the condition of their friends.
While Sho fidgeted with his laptop and pretended to be absorbed in work for his job as a news caster, he continued to communicate privately with his boyfriend. Peering over the top of the screen, he urged Aiba to do something -anything- to dispel the tension in the room.
The man nodded slipping into thought and Sakurai watched the man closely, careful to go unnoticed by the others. When he saw the lean man suppress a sudden smile while his eyes lit up, the rapper relaxed. He had absolute faith in Aiba’s ability to find just the right words to liven up the room.
Grinning, the cheerful Idol jumped to his feet. “Hey everyone, listen to this!” He announced excitedly. He waited until all eyes were upon him before he went on: “I finally figured out how to change the song my toilet-seat plays when I pee!”
The ludicrous statement - made so triumphantly - caught everyone off-guard; even Sakurai himself. While the caster coughed and spluttered and clutched at his sides, the others seemed to forget their troubles too. Ohno’s snort of amusement and his lopsided smile was a welcome sight. Matsumoto stared in disbelief, his expression incredulous and Ninomiya responded on instinct to tease his childhood friend.
“What? Finally? It took you long enough.”
“It’s surprisingly difficult, you know!” Aiba defended himself.
Jun spoke up then, absently taking his cue from the snide gamer. “It wouldn’t have seemed so difficult if you hadn’t thrown away the instruction book when you bought it.” He informed the man knowingly.
Ninomiya waved his hand soothingly. “Now, now… The instructions wouldn’t have been much help to him anyway.” He pointed out with a smirk. “I mean, they probably used lots of hard words that Aiba-chan doesn’t know.”
Matsumoto laughed. “You’re right. The fact that he even bought a musical toilet-seat in the first place….”
“Exactly! There is definitely something wrong with his brain.”
Aiba took no real offence at the mocking directed towards him, and was smiling even as he objected to this claim. Although, in truth, a large part of his good humour came from the fact that Jun and Kazunari were interacting normally. Without noticing it, the two men worded together to deride the air-headed Idol and bantered back and forth easily in the process.
Sakurai found himself filled with pride and admiration at his boyfriends’ actions. Aiba always made it look so simple, but Sho knew he could never do it so effortlessly. Masaki, by sacrificing himself to give the pair a common target, had made them forget their current awkwardness. And even if it lasted only long enough to get the men through work, it was a start.
But it was only a temporary measure, and as the group walked away from the set later, the barrier between the duo began to resurface. Hoping to solve the problem once and for all, Sho privately took their leader aside to see if he could get some answers from the reactant man. While the three youngest members were occupied in the dressing room, Sakurai accosted Ohno in a quiet corner out in the hall.
“Ohno-kun, what is going on with Matsujun and Nino?” He enquired softly. “And why haven’t you said anything to them?”
The older man seemed to shirk under Sho’s scrutiny, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. “I can’t.” He replied evasively. “What if I make things worse?”
“How could you make things worse?”
Satoshi groaned, guilt written all over his features. “Because it’s all my fault in the first place.” He mumbled unhappily. “It must be. They’re both fine individually, but if I’m there with the two of them…. I must have done something wrong, but I don’t know what.”
The seasoned news caster boggled as he spotted a particularly glaring flaw in Ohno’s reasoning. If both Matsumoto and Ninomiya were their normal selves when alone with the artist, then it was obviously a problem they had with each other that was causing the rift. But, because Ohno could only see this behaviour when he was with the pair, he had somehow attributed the blame to himself.
Such self-recrimination was unusual for the laid-back leader, and Sakurai struggled to understand the man’s logic. Unless Ohno had done something recently that he believed could have caused the problem, his out-look made no sense. Sakurai was still thinking about how to explain this to the older man when Ohno broke in first:
“Uh, Sho-kun, don’t you have to hurry to get to the studio for your drama?”
“Ah-! Crap…” He muttered to himself, checking his watch. Unwilling to let the matter be dropped completely, however, he turned back to man even as he rushed towards the dressing room. “You need to talk to them.” He told his friend sternly before quickly stepping through the door.
He changed swiftly, knowing that his packed schedule left no room for error. As he shrugged into his jacket, however, he was reminded of something else that had slipped his mind amongst more pressing concerns. “Aiba-chan,” He addressed the tall man brightly as he settled his bag on his shoulder. “My mother wants to know whether you want to stop by for dinner one evening?”
Masaki, still half wearing his performance costume despite his initial head-start, accepted easily. “Sure. Did she say when?”
“Just whenever we can get our schedules to match is fine.” Sakurai answered before he went on to explain further, wearing an indulgent smile. “Because I’ve been so busy with work, she’s worried we’re not spending enough time together.”
Aiba grinned. “She does realise that we work together, right? And that at least forty percent of your work involves me too?”
The rapper laughed. “She knows.” He assured his boyfriend, with one hand at the door handle. “But she feels like a negligent mother if she doesn’t meddle a little.”
Masaki’s answering chuckle followed him as he walked out of the room and Sho smiled. His brisk steps did falter somewhat, however, when he came across Ohno, still stood in the hall. Although the older man appeared to be spacing out, Sho knew that he was actually thinking deeply on things.
Sakurai did not have the time to spare to stop and talk, so instead, he patted Satoshi’s shoulder encouragingly as he swept past. The gesture was not much, but it bolstered the man enough to get him moving towards the dressing room. And while Ohno bade him good luck, the busy caster sped to his next job of the day.
* * *
It was a further three weeks before Aiba and Sakurai found an evening when neither man had prior commitments. Having spent time in the warm company of the Sakurai family, Aiba had joined Sho in his bedroom. While the older man laid on his stomach atop his bed, revising his latest script, Masaki busied himself by checking out the rappers CD collection.
When Masaki turned on the stereo then, Sakurai lifted his head out of the sheaf of papers to acknowledge the man. “Sorry. I guess I’m not a very good host right now, huh?” He apologised sincerely, failing to hold back a yawn as he spoke.
“It’s OK, you’re busy after all.” The lithe man walked over to perch upon the mattress, placing his hand at Sho’s back supportively. “You were working this morning too, right? Maybe you should rest for a while?”
“I have to get this memorised.”
“It won’t kill you to take a break Sho-chan.” Aiba pointed out. “But if you don’t take it easy sometimes, you’re going to work yourself to death.”
“I have to do this.” He insisted patiently.
“Fine- you can keep working.” As he spoke, Masaki climbed onto the bed properly to kneel astride Sho’s lower back.
“What are you doing?”
“You can go ahead and keep reading the script, if you want.” He told the man in no uncertain terms. “But you need to relax somehow, so I’ll give you a massage while you work.” Suiting deed to word, Aiba began expertly kneading the knotted muscle of Sakurai’s neck and shoulders.
“I really haven’t got time…” The news caster protested weakly, even as his eyes fluttered closed and he stretched into Aiba’s sure touch. “And I can’t focus on the script with you sitting on top of me.”
“Too bad.” Utterly unapologetic, he went about his self-appointed task regardless. “You’re so tense Sho-chan~”
Realising that it would be pointless to argue, Sho pushed aside the script with a sigh and rested his head in his arms. “Alright. Just ten minutes though, and don’t let me fall asleep.” He mumbled into the pillow.
“Mhmm~” Aiba hummed his no-committal answer as his hands slid over Sakurai’s broad back. Digging at a particularly tight knot of muscle with the heel of his palm, he heard the older man groan. “Is this OK?” He asked, mindful of hurting his friend and lover.
“Yeah… right there…” Sakurai assured him with a lazy sigh. As he felt the tension slowly melt away, he struggled to stay alert. He knew Masaki too well to believe that the considerate Idol would truly wake him if he fell asleep. Still, he could not help the slow drawl of his voice as he gave direction to his boyfriend. “Uhm… harder.”
Aiba was silent as he listened to Sakurai’s blissful murmurs. Having the solid form of the rapper so pliant under the caress of his hands and hearing his sleepy moans stirred Aiba down to his loins. But as his skin grew warm and his mouth became dry, he made no mention of it. After tracing the line of Sho’s spine and reaching the hem of him shirt however, Masaki could not keep himself from sliding his hands back up beneath the fabric.
Gliding his palms over the cool skin, the sinuous Idol leaned in as the cloth caught at his elbows and forced him down against Sho’s back. The movement alerted the rapper to Aiba’s condition and he twisted to look back at his boyfriend. One look at the lithe man’s dark, dilated pupils and his lightly flushed cheeks stopped Sakurai short. “Masaki…”
“Sorry.” Aiba’s cheeks reddened further, somehow managing to look both guilty and petulant at the same time. “But you were making all these sexy little noises and I-”
“I was?”
“Uh-hmmm~” In one smooth motion he pressed himself further into Sho’s back and brought his lips close to the man’s ear. “Sho-chan~ I know you’re tired, but…” His seductive whisper trailed off suggestively.
Sakurai felt a jolt of sudden longing at Aiba’s words. “Not too tired.” He corrected the man, his own eyes heating meaningfully.
“Good~” Aiba all but purred, nipping at the man’s lobe affectionately. “Just relax and let me do all the work, OK?”
Sakurai’s eyes widened in surprise, but he wore a contented smile as he turned as much as he could in order to meet Masaki’s lips with his own. “OK.” He replied between brief, wet, kisses.
Pleased, the younger man gave Sho a final crushing kiss before scrambling off the man and discarding his clothes. Following his example, Sakurai sat up at the edge of the bed and pulled his top over his head. But before he could do more, Aiba came forward to stand between his knees, wearing only his boxers. “Let me do it.” He said quietly, threading his fingers through the belt loops of Sakurai’s jeans and bending down to slide his tongue along Sho’s bottom lip teasingly.
Sakurai nodded and, all at once, Aiba was unzipping his jeans and palming his growing erection through the cloth. “Uhn… Masaki,” He moaned impatiently. “Take off the pants.” The caster could have been talking about either of them, but it did not matter much anyway; the lean man had them both stripped in a matter of moments.
With the brawny rapper posited on the edge of the bed, Aiba sunk slowly to his knees on the floor. Taking Sho’s warm flesh into his mouth, he laved the throbbing organ with relish. While Sakurai ran his hands through Aiba’s hair and down his back, Masaki tongued every curve and ridge until Sho was nearly mindless with need.
“Mmn… Damn, Aiba-chan…” He choked out hoarsely, looking down at the man, his eyes glazed with desire. “You’re incredible… Uh- just like that. Don’t stop.”
In response, the younger man hummed and swirled his tongue around Sakurai’s tip. And while Sho threw his head back with a curse, Aiba held him at the hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the mattress. When he tasted the first drops of salty fluid leak from his lover, Masaki reached under the bed for the item he knew Sakurai kept there.
It was only then - while rubbing the slippery gel into his hands - that Aiba withdrew his lips from Sho’s taut length. Shoving one hand between the caster and the mattress, Aiba pushed into the older man, rising from his knees as he did. And in one smooth motion, he used his other hand at Sho’s chest to coax the man to lay flat across the bed, leaning down over him. “You’re so tense Sho-chan….” He murmured lowly, deliberately repeating his earlier words but in a whole new context. “Just relax.”
“I- I’m trying.” Sho confessed through gritted teeth. “But I’m already… so- so close….” He took a quick breath. “…The things you do with your tongue…”
Aiba smirked. “Just imagine what else I can do.” He suggested roughly, even as he stretched the rapper with a second finger.
“Uhn! Th- that doesn’t help.” Sakurai grunted. Shifting to place his heels on the bed frame, with his knees bent and spread wide, he made it easy for the tall man to reach him. “I have a very vivid imagination, after all.”
“I can still do better.” Reaching between them, Masaki stroked the other man’s erection, sliding it against his own and thrusting his fingers inside the man simultaneously.
Sakurai gave a straggled cry of frustration. “Damn it Masaki… I can’t take much- ah, more of this. Just do it already.”
“But you’re still-”
“I don’t care~! I want you inside me.”
Aiba did not object; Sakurai’s vehemence and his own straining desire made it impossible. Quickly, he fumbled around to slick his flesh before holding Sho at the knees and pushing into him. He penetrated slowly, knowing that the other man was unused to the sensation and that he probably was not as ready as he thought.
Yet, while Sakurai did wince as the taller man filled him, his groan was one of relief. And soon he was bucking beneath Aiba and asking him to move. The younger man obliged; starting with careful, shallow strokes, he went further each time, but pure self-preservation making him go slowly. With the pressure of Sho’s tight embrace wrapped around him, Masaki marvelled at the burning pleasure.
“Ah… Sho~ You feel so good…” He gasped as sweat trickled down his back and his legs struggled to keep him standing.
“Y-you too.” His hair plastered to his damp brow, Sakurai met Aiba’s thrusts urgently, forcing the man deeper. The lithe man took the silent cue to let go of his restraint and drove hard into his lover. As the heat between them flamed and became unbearable, Aiba slammed into the hot channel of Sakurai’s ass with desperate vigour. The rapper met him each time, clinging to the bedding and begging him to relieve them both.
Masaki did so. As the first wave of his climax crested and spilled inside his lover, he pressed purposefully into the man. Hitting his target and curling his fingers around Sakurai’s shaft, he pushed the man to writhing ecstasy. Sho’s release collecting, warm and sticky, in Aiba’s palm, the rapper’s whole body quaked with the bright rip of orgasm.
And still buried inside the older man as his muscles shuddered and shook, Masaki balanced on a knife-edge between pleasure and pain. Finally, the tremors subsided and Aiba pulled out of the man, falling onto the mattress beside his boyfriend.
Wiping his brow with his forearm, he let out a burst of breathless laughter. “Whoa~ That was exhausting!”
The rapper could barely keep his eyes open as he gave the tall man a soft smile. “You’re telling me…” He mumbled in agreement.
“Are you OK? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No.” Sho replied with a jaw creaking yawn. “You did surprise me though. I thought you said you’d never do it at my place again after what happened last time with my little brother…?”
The younger man seemed unconcerned. “That’s alright. He couldn’t have heard much over the music anyway. But I think we could both use a nap.”
Sakurai’s sleepy, self-mocking laugh rumbled from deep in his chest. “That was you plan all along, wasn’t it?”
Aiba feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sho-chan.” He said breezily even as the pair scrambled atop the mattress to lie properly upon the bed and Aiba pulled the covers over them both. “It’s your own fault anyway.”
“It is…?” His eyes were already shut as he settled against the comfort of the pillow and the warmth of Aiba’s long frame.
“Uh-huh. Because you look so cute when you’re tired and I couldn’t resist.”
Sakurai would have protested Aiba’s description of ‘cute’, but he hardly heard it anyway. With the tall man matching the rhythm of his breathing and holding him firmly about the waist, the caster was lulled to sleep.
Some time later that night, an awareness of the man beside him roused Sho. Opening his eyes, the room was dark and silent. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he turned slowly to see Masaki laid on his back, staring listlessly at the ceiling. Although he could not see the younger man’s expression clearly, he sensed that something was wrong. “Masaki, what are you thinking about?” He asked gently.
Unsurprised by the silence so suddenly broken, Aiba sighed softly. “The other members.” He answered in a muted whisper. “I’m getting worried Sho-chan. I wish I knew what was wrong.”
“I understand, but they’re not telling us anything. We just have to trust that they’ll work it out - whatever ‘it’ is.”
“You know…” Aiba began pensively. “After what Matsujun told me - and what happened - the day he came to my place….. Well, it wouldn’t be strange if he was acting this way around me, or Leader or even you, Sho-chan, but Nino…? But then, Nino-chan has been acting the same way, so something must have happened between them, right? Something that Leader is blaming himself for.” As Masaki voiced his concerns, more for his own benefit than in the hope of getting any real answers, he grew increasing frustrated with the situation.
Sakurai listened to the man patiently, knowing that Aiba simply needed to vent. With a breathy cry, Aiba went on: “Gah~ this whole thing makes no sense. We start our concert tour in a few days and we’ve barely made it through one rehearsal without it being obvious that they’re avoiding each other. And a concert isn’t like TV filming; I can’t constantly distract them. Besides, I’m running out of silly things to say all the time.”
“You mean there’s actually a limit to your stupidity?” Sakurai teased, hoping to lighten the taller man’s mood.
But Aiba was having none of it. “Sho-chan…” He whined quietly. “I just want to fix them. I want my friends back.”
Despite his own worries and his current exhaustion, Sakurai offered what reassurance he could. “It’ll be alright Aiba-chan. It’ll work out somehow.”
Noticing that Sho was very close to drifting back into slumber, Masaki was loath to disturb the man further. His voice was much quieter when he mumbled his response to himself after some time. “But…when?”
“Let’s just lock them in a room until they sort themselves out….”
Sakurai was asleep almost the moment the ridiculous suggestion passed his lips. He never saw Aiba’s eyes widen and grow brighter in the dark, or the sly smile that turned up the corners of his mouth. “That’s brilliant.” He whispered to no one in particular.
And Aiba Masaki began to plot.
To be continued…
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Heheheheheh…. Aiba TOPPED!!!!!
XDDDD
I didn’t even plan to write it that way. It just happened. Aiba… you sexy man-whore, you. LOL. (Obviously, writing this sexcapade of smuttiness is seriously affecting the higher functions of my brain.)
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