ARASHI DEBUT ANNIVERSARY FIC MEME!
ARASHI DEBUT ANNIVERSARY FIC MEME!
Any kind of fic is welcome as long as it involves Arashi!
Who I want:
How I want it:
To porn or not to porn:
Some reminders:
- No explicit porn of minors.
- Warn if your fic involves something extra kinky.
- This is not a kink meme - porn is welcome, but so is gen.
- Be nice!
Anon is on, IP logging is off. Reveals post ( Read more... )
His mind drifts back to the rose petals while he turns on the shower. He wets his hair, rubbing his fingers through the wet strands. Why would Aiba put rose petals on their bed? And why only three? Was it it a joke, or was he seriously trying to initiate sex?
Now that he thought about it - Sho reached for the soap - they hadn't really done it in awhile. Sure, there has been a rushed fumble in that closet at Jun's movie premiere, and Aiba had given him a blow job last week in their dressing room's bathroom. But those had been quick, stolen moments. If Sho thought about it properly, he couldn't really remember the last time they had been able to relax and really be together.
Aiba is reading in bed when Sho leaves the bathroom. He's put on his favourite, soft grey sweatpants, and there are two mugs sitting on the table beside the bed, steam curling into the air. But there's something missing.
"The flowers," Sho blurts out, and Aiba looks up from his book, confused. "There were flowers petals on the bed when I came home earlier."
"Oh, those!" Aiba puts down his book. "Yeah, I know. I had a shoot for a magazine, and they used them. I thought I had picked them all out of the hair afterwards, but I keep finding them around the apartment. Some must have fallen out of my clothes, or something."
"Oh," Sho says. "I thought - you were trying to be romantic, or something."
Aiba laughs. "Gross. Would that actually turn you on?"
"Definitely not," Sho says. "But," he pauses, sitting on the bed in front of Aiba, "Do you think it's been awhile?"
He probably deserved Aiba laughing in his face, but that doesn't mean his pride isn't hurt. "Never mind," he grumbles, scooting over to the other side of the bed and getting under the covers.
"No, Sho-chan, listen," Aiba wheezes. "I'm sorry, it's just - that was like some married couple's bed death therapy talk."
"I know that," Sho says into his pillow. "But someone has to say it."
"We're not married," Aibs says. Sho feels the bed shift, and Aiba's fingers start stroking his hair. "I'm here because I want to be. I want you. We can fuck whenever we want, we can do whatever we want. If we haven't done anything in awhile, well - we've been busy."
Sho lifts his head out of his pillow. "Sometimes, when we have the time, though..."
"That would be nice, too," Aiba says. He slips under the covers, spooning up against Sho. "It has been awhile, I guess. It doesn't always have to be rushed."
Sho's head is still pounding, but he feels clean, warm, and comfortable. "Do you want to?"
"Now?" Aiba says. "I don't know - do you? You're the one who's got to chase Nino around a mountain in the morning."
"Just for a bit?" Sho shifts so that he's facing Aiba. "We can take it slow."
Aiba smiles, his hands sneaking into the waistband of Sho's boxers. "I think we can try."
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