Title: Explanation Needed
Chapter: Oneshot
Author:
chinesetakeoutPairing: Hiroto/Tora, side Saga/Shou
Prompt: 003. Amusement @
50storiesSummary: He had nothing but dishonorable intentions to hear in on anything they might be talking about - they always did seem rather close for Saga’s liking.
Rating: PG13
Genre: humor
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Nope.
Comments: Oh, the perversion in this story. Originally written under the request of Tora/Hiroto by
chemical_alice.
Saga stood outside of the band room, left ear pressed intently to the door as he listened inside, knowing full well that Tora and Hiroto were inside. He had nothing but dishonorable intentions to hear in on anything they might be talking about - they always did seem rather close for Saga’s liking. Not that it mattered, anyway. He had Shou. Arms wrapped tightly around his waist, but Saga shrugged them off. He had more important things to do at that moment than tend to Shou.
“Tora, I love your head,” Hiroto purred from the other side of the door, voice sounding a bit too pleased. Saga pressed his ear closer into the door.
“Lower, Hiroto, lower,” Tora encouraged, a soft moan slipping past his lips, a sound that even had Saga in chills.
“Saga,” Shou whispered, attempting to tug Saga away from the door to no avail. “They’re not gay. Just leave them alone.”
“Then how do you explain the sounds in there?” Saga countered, his hand on the doorknob. Shou shrugged, his opinion residing that whatever was going on in there was between Tora and Hiroto, not himself and Saga. Saga, however, didn’t seem to quite agree with the shrug of Shou’s shoulders. Another soft moan slipped under the crack of the door. Saga stared incredulously at Shou before he finally couldn’t resist - he pulled the door open.
“Knock next time, would you?” Hiroto said to Saga’s stunned face. Hiroto’s hands were placed strategically on Tora’s neck, his body placed on Tora’s lower back. He looked comfortable in his oddly suggestive position.
“You’re giving Tora a... massage. In our break room,” Saga said aloud.
“Why not?” Tora asked from his spot beneath Hiroto, turning his head lazily to stare at Saga and Shou.
“You were talking about heads and...” Saga’s voice trailed off.
“I was,” Hiroto agreed, and Saga was sure he saw a smirk on Hiroto’s lips. Hiroto playfully tapped his knuckles against Tora’s skull. “I love Tora’s head. It’s very...big. And besides,” Hiroto said, twirling a piece of Tora’s hair around his finger, laughing slightly, “Tora has very soft hair.”
“We’re going,” Shou cut in before Saga could reply. Smiling, he grabbed Saga’s hand and dragged him out of the room, closing the door behind them both. “Idiot,” Shou laughed, kissing Saga’s lips quickly as he dragged Saga off.
“Saga looked like he got my innuendo,” Hiroto commented once Saga and Shou had left. “Do you think they know about us?” Hiroto moved his body with Tora’s till he was straddling Tora’s lap.
“Not a chance in hell,” Tora replied, pulling Hiroto down to lock their lips together.