Subaru is a Creeper, or The Buttwasher [Ficlet]
There are a lot of things about touring that are inconvenient, things I hate -- Sleeping on buses, not eating properly, living out of suitcases for what feels like months at a time. And then, of course, there’s the matter of bathing in peace and quiet.
After a show, the first thing I want to do is get clean and soak in the hot water for a long, long time. I love it so much that as soon as a show is over and the encores are done, I’m already stripping and heading towards the shower room.
So then why do I hate it, you ask? Because there’s always 6 other people.
You don’t understand how hard it is to relax when Yoko is blabbing about who knows what, and Maru’s making stupid jokes, Hina’s complaining about someone using his shampoo and not putting it back, there’s Ryo who’s always bitching about something, then there’s Ohkura who’s always running around in a little towel trying to hide his body for who knows what reason.
And then there’s Yasu. But he’s a whole other story...
On this particular day, when I arrive in the shower, I’m the alone. But less than a minute later, Hina enters, singing Nakanaide in the most tone deaf voice I’ve ever heard.
Aren’t people supposed to sound better in the shower? I wonder as I dip my head under the spray of water in an attempt to drown out the sound.
Yoko is next to join and he takes a spot by Hina and immediately starts in on something about tomorrow night’s MC. At least they both know to give me my space.
I’m just beginning to drown out the sound of their blabbering when the shower door opens again and Yasu’s sweet voice filters its way in through the steam.
“Is it okay to come in?”
I wonder briefly when he’ll stop asking like that. It’s not like we have something he hasn’t seen fifty million times. Saying it all sweet and forbidden makes him sound so creepy. A shiver runs down my spine, and I pull myself further under the hot water.
“No, go away,” I answer, just to get a reaction out of him.
And sure enough, in that whiny voice that I love so much, he says, “Shibuyan!”
I shiver again and avoid looking at him.
My words haven’t seemed to deter him. Instead, he takes a seat next to me and turns on his shower. Before long a flowery scent fills the air and when I turn to Yasu, he’s squirting a generous amount of body gel into his hand.
“What is that?” I ask, sniffing at the air.
“Plumeria!” Yasu says, holding up the bottle with a smile.
I can see there’s flowers on the bottle’s label and the soap itself is a pink color. I think to point out that he’s definitely using girl’s soap but I don’t care enough. Yasu wouldn’t either, I’m sure. Besides... the smell seems to suit him somehow.
I should have known that things were going to get bad the moment that Yasu started working the soap in his hand into a lather. What could he possibly need that much soap for? I decided to watch from the corner of my eye for an answer.
My answer came immediately as Yasu stood up and applied the suds to his backside. From where I was sitting, my eyes were almost level with Yasu’s ass, and though that normally wouldn’t be a complaint, this situation was too dangerous when there were other people in the shower. I’m positive that the other members wouldn’t appreciate it if I decided to bury my face in the pillowy warmth of Yasu’s buns.
I look away quickly.
But from the corner of my eye, Yasu’s still standing there, his hands on his ass, scrubbing away. So really, it’s like he’s just asking me to look. So I do.
And what a glorious sight meets my eyes!
Yasu’s ass is completely slathered in soap now, and every once in a while a bead of water slides slowly down his back and over his plump cheeks, revealing the soft skin underneath the bubbles.
I bite my lip because that’s all I can do to keep from biting him.
And it only gets worse from there! Or better, depending on how I look at it. Now Yasu’s not just washing his cheeks, but as he rubs with a circular motion, the tips of his fingers dip into the crack. For a small moment, my breath catches in my throat because all I can think in that moment is how I want him to spread himself more so I can see. With all the attention he’s giving his ass, its hard not to want more. If he would just slip his fingers further past his cheeks, just give me a peek at that tight little hole...
I stifle a groan and I’m brought back to reality. What the hell is Yasu doing? Why does he need to be cleaning his ass this thoroughly? I feel myself getting angry at the thought. He’s teasing me! He’s doing this on purpose! He has to have been washing his ass for ten minutes by now. Washing your butt that long is not normal. Not that Yasu has ever been normal, but that’s beside the point!
I feel the anger wash away completely though as Yasu’s fingers dip into his crack fully. I scoot closer to the edge of my stool and I realize that my face is coming so close to Yasu’s ass that its going to be hard to explain if I get caught. I’m almost groaning in anticipation.
A liittle moan finally squeaks past my lips as I realize that Yasu’s middle finger is rubbing at his hole. I want to scream at him to just wiggle it inside. I want to see! I want to push him onto the floor and bend him over and push myself inside of him. I want to fuck him right here.
“Subaru’s at it again,” I hear from behind me. It’s Yoko but I don’t care enough to turn around and say anything. My pride went out the window the moment Yasu started rubbing at his opening.
I know he’s not masturbating, not here in front of everyone, but my mind is unwilling to accept that. I can feel my own cock swelling and I know this is about to become an embarrassing situation. I can’t look away though. All my mind is thinking about is where this could go. How nice this is that Yasu is touching himself there. Getting himself nice and clean for me so that I can bend him over and get him dirty all over again.
I’m leaning forward in anticipation but then Yasu’s done and he plops down onto the stool. I’m about to ask why he stopped, when suddenly he brings his hands to his face and starts scrubbing.
I reel back in shock. “What are you doing?!” I ask incredulously.
Yasu looks over, his eyes wide. “Washing my face...” he murmurs quietly.
“But you just washed your ass!” I point out, the reason to my shock clear in just those words alone.
Yasu nods, his brows furrowing in confusion.
“For like ten minutes!” I add.
“It wasn’t that long!” Yasu protests.
I cut him off, “ Why didn’t you wash your face first?”
“Because I like starting with the butt. Wash the most unclean part first, you know?”
I click my tongue in annoyance, finish rinsing, and turn off the water. I can handle a lot. People would tell you that Shibutani Subaru is not one to get grossed out easily, but this was too much, even for me! Washing your face before your ass is just common sense! Something people know to do by kindergarten. What the hell is with this kid?! With that I stand up and storm out of the bathroom.
As I slam the door shut I can hear Yasu’s voice pouting, “What did I do? I was just showering...” and then Hina and Yoko burst out laughing.
This is exactly why I hate showering on tour!
After a show, the first thing I want to do is get clean and soak in the hot water for a long, long time. I love it so much that as soon as a show is over and the encores are done, I’m already stripping and heading towards the shower room.
So then why do I hate it, you ask? Because there’s always 6 other people.
You don’t understand how hard it is to relax when Yoko is blabbing about who knows what, and Maru’s making stupid jokes, Hina’s complaining about someone using his shampoo and not putting it back, there’s Ryo who’s always bitching about something, then there’s Ohkura who’s always running around in a little towel trying to hide his body for who knows what reason.
And then there’s Yasu. But he’s a whole other story...
On this particular day, when I arrive in the shower, I’m the alone. But less than a minute later, Hina enters, singing Nakanaide in the most tone deaf voice I’ve ever heard.
Aren’t people supposed to sound better in the shower? I wonder as I dip my head under the spray of water in an attempt to drown out the sound.
Yoko is next to join and he takes a spot by Hina and immediately starts in on something about tomorrow night’s MC. At least they both know to give me my space.
I’m just beginning to drown out the sound of their blabbering when the shower door opens again and Yasu’s sweet voice filters its way in through the steam.
“Is it okay to come in?”
I wonder briefly when he’ll stop asking like that. It’s not like we have something he hasn’t seen fifty million times. Saying it all sweet and forbidden makes him sound so creepy. A shiver runs down my spine, and I pull myself further under the hot water.
“No, go away,” I answer, just to get a reaction out of him.
And sure enough, in that whiny voice that I love so much, he says, “Shibuyan!”
I shiver again and avoid looking at him.
My words haven’t seemed to deter him. Instead, he takes a seat next to me and turns on his shower. Before long a flowery scent fills the air and when I turn to Yasu, he’s squirting a generous amount of body gel into his hand.
“What is that?” I ask, sniffing at the air.
“Plumeria!” Yasu says, holding up the bottle with a smile.
I can see there’s flowers on the bottle’s label and the soap itself is a pink color. I think to point out that he’s definitely using girl’s soap but I don’t care enough. Yasu wouldn’t either, I’m sure. Besides... the smell seems to suit him somehow.
I should have known that things were going to get bad the moment that Yasu started working the soap in his hand into a lather. What could he possibly need that much soap for? I decided to watch from the corner of my eye for an answer.
My answer came immediately as Yasu stood up and applied the suds to his backside. From where I was sitting, my eyes were almost level with Yasu’s ass, and though that normally wouldn’t be a complaint, this situation was too dangerous when there were other people in the shower. I’m positive that the other members wouldn’t appreciate it if I decided to bury my face in the pillowy warmth of Yasu’s buns.
I look away quickly.
But from the corner of my eye, Yasu’s still standing there, his hands on his ass, scrubbing away. So really, it’s like he’s just asking me to look. So I do.
And what a glorious sight meets my eyes!
Yasu’s ass is completely slathered in soap now, and every once in a while a bead of water slides slowly down his back and over his plump cheeks, revealing the soft skin underneath the bubbles.
I bite my lip because that’s all I can do to keep from biting him.
And it only gets worse from there! Or better, depending on how I look at it. Now Yasu’s not just washing his cheeks, but as he rubs with a circular motion, the tips of his fingers dip into the crack. For a small moment, my breath catches in my throat because all I can think in that moment is how I want him to spread himself more so I can see. With all the attention he’s giving his ass, its hard not to want more. If he would just slip his fingers further past his cheeks, just give me a peek at that tight little hole...
I stifle a groan and I’m brought back to reality. What the hell is Yasu doing? Why does he need to be cleaning his ass this thoroughly? I feel myself getting angry at the thought. He’s teasing me! He’s doing this on purpose! He has to have been washing his ass for ten minutes by now. Washing your butt that long is not normal. Not that Yasu has ever been normal, but that’s beside the point!
I feel the anger wash away completely though as Yasu’s fingers dip into his crack fully. I scoot closer to the edge of my stool and I realize that my face is coming so close to Yasu’s ass that its going to be hard to explain if I get caught. I’m almost groaning in anticipation.
A liittle moan finally squeaks past my lips as I realize that Yasu’s middle finger is rubbing at his hole. I want to scream at him to just wiggle it inside. I want to see! I want to push him onto the floor and bend him over and push myself inside of him. I want to fuck him right here.
“Subaru’s at it again,” I hear from behind me. It’s Yoko but I don’t care enough to turn around and say anything. My pride went out the window the moment Yasu started rubbing at his opening.
I know he’s not masturbating, not here in front of everyone, but my mind is unwilling to accept that. I can feel my own cock swelling and I know this is about to become an embarrassing situation. I can’t look away though. All my mind is thinking about is where this could go. How nice this is that Yasu is touching himself there. Getting himself nice and clean for me so that I can bend him over and get him dirty all over again.
I’m leaning forward in anticipation but then Yasu’s done and he plops down onto the stool. I’m about to ask why he stopped, when suddenly he brings his hands to his face and starts scrubbing.
I reel back in shock. “What are you doing?!” I ask incredulously.
Yasu looks over, his eyes wide. “Washing my face...” he murmurs quietly.
“But you just washed your ass!” I point out, the reason to my shock clear in just those words alone.
Yasu nods, his brows furrowing in confusion.
“For like ten minutes!” I add.
“It wasn’t that long!” Yasu protests.
I cut him off, “ Why didn’t you wash your face first?”
“Because I like starting with the butt. Wash the most unclean part first, you know?”
I click my tongue in annoyance, finish rinsing, and turn off the water. I can handle a lot. People would tell you that Shibutani Subaru is not one to get grossed out easily, but this was too much, even for me! Washing your face before your ass is just common sense! Something people know to do by kindergarten. What the hell is with this kid?! With that I stand up and storm out of the bathroom.
As I slam the door shut I can hear Yasu’s voice pouting, “What did I do? I was just showering...” and then Hina and Yoko burst out laughing.
This is exactly why I hate showering on tour!