The T.A.B.O.O. Vs. Disco Star (07/??)
Title: The T.A.B.O.O. vs. Disco Star
Author: Fabi & Dani (
dani_mathoz)
Beta:
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Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance, Fluff and bit of Fantasy
Rating: PG - 13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'What will happen when The T.A.B.O.O. meet the Disco Star? This is the history of the two most famous night clubs of the century.'
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;
Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥
CHAPTER 7
- Wake up, sleepy head...
Ninomiya shivered when he felt a kiss near his ear and a daring hand running through his back, but refused to open his eyes, hiding even more in the pillow.
- Five minutes, please...
- Come on, Kazu, get up... Lunch is almost ready.
Just then, he seemed to wake up. He sat on the bed and rubbed his swallow eyes. Differently from the first time he had awaken beside Satoshi, he showed no intention of hiding his nudity. It wouldn’t even make any sense, since he had already exposed his body to him in several more than embarrassing positions.
- Lunch? What time is it? - he asked, searching for the digital clock on the bedside table.
- It’s past midday. Come on! Get up! I will be waiting in the kitchen - his boyfriend gave him a peck on his lips before leaving the room.
With a fond smile decorating his lips, he went to the bathroom for a quick shower. When he got to Satoshi, he was impressed with what he had prepared. He had no idea he was so dotted in the kitchen, once they had never talked about that in T.A.B.O.O and since, during those two days they’ve spent together, they didn’t actually spent it talking, too busy exploring each other’s bodies.
- You didn’t need to work that hard. We could have asked, like the other times - he said, while taking his place on the stand.
- We could, but it’s such a shame not to use such a well-projected kitchen such as yours, don’t you think? - Satoshi smiled, placing a dish of friend shrimp and tempura in the stand. - Beside, I wanted to cook something for you.
- That way, you’ll spoil me, Toshi. It will be hard if I become as addicted to your food as I’m addicted to your body… - he said, pulling the man to place a kiss on his lips.
- It’s nothing sophisticated, - he smiled - but I hope you’ll like it.
Nino didn’t even had to taste it to know he would love it. Not only for the food per se, but for the fact that it had been prepared by his boyfriend. It was the first time to experience something like that and that alone was more exciting than anybody could imagine.
As expected, everything was wonderful and they took their time during lunch to find a bit more about their gastronomic tastes and the things they enjoyed cooking, since they both had been living by themselves for a while. They realized their similar tastes: both enjoyed tasting something from the international cuisine from time to time, but what they really liked was the old and gold Japanese food.
- Leave it there, Toshi… I’ll wash it later - he enveloped the man in his arms and placed his chin on his shoulders when his boyfriend started washing the dishes.
- But…
- We didn’t even have the dessert… - he said, seductively, kissing his nape and neck while untying the apron he had just dressed on.
- Kazu...
- Come on... - he ordered, positioning himself over the stand. Unwilling to lose any time, he pulled Satoshi to him, covering his neck and face with teasing kissed before taking his mouth passionately, until they were both out of breath.
While his hands were running down his boyfriends back, entering his shirt and caressing the sensitive skin, the stripper’s hands were working on the jeans’ zipper, trying to release his hard member.
He moaned when Satoshi enveloped him, playing with his tongue for his whole extension.
- Toshi...
His boyfriend smiled, watching him explode in pleasure inside his mouth a moment later.
- You’ll be staying today as well, right? - he asked, moving at the same rhythm as Satoshi in order to increase the friction between their bodies.
- I can come back tonight - the man answered, not stopping his exploration around his neck with his tongue. - But I have to go… I’ve got work to do…
- But T.A.B.O.O doesn’t open on Mondays. And I have already told in the office I’m not going today... - he said, closing his legs around his partner’s waist.
- It’s quite tempting - Satoshi faced him while keeping rubbing himself slowly against him. - But I really can’t. I have a meeting this afternoon. J-san wants to talk about some news in the production of the shows...
- I see - he turned his head away and placed his feet back on the floor, replacing the desire he had been feeling so far for frustration. He climbed down the stand and closed his pants before going to the tap to get some water.
- Kazu? - Satoshi called, a bit concerned.
- Don’t you have to get to work? - he asked, putting his glass over the sink and taking what he needed to wash the dishes.
- In two hours - he hugged him from behind, pushing his unsatisfied desire against his back.
Nino closed his eyes at the contact with the warm body against him. He knew he was wrong for not returning the pleasure his boyfriend had given him few minutes before, but he ended up losing his interest in sex then.
- What’s wrong, Kazu? - Satoshi held him by his shoulders and forced him to turn around and face him. - Seconds ago, you were pretty enthusiastic…
- I’ve lost interest. I’m sorry.
- Are you upset because I told you I have to work?
- I’m not upset because you have to work - he answered, going back to the dishes. - It’s your job that bothers me.
- My job?
Nino sighed, leaving the sponge over the sink and facing him.
- I know we have just started, but… my feeling is sincere, Satoshi. I like you, I like you a lot - he bit his lower lip, trying to control his apprehension. - I’m not pleased by the idea of watching you taking your clothes off to seduce other men.
- It’s just for show, Kazu…
- I know - he reclined over the sink. - But we are just starting a relationship. I’ve never felt for anyone the way I do about you, Toshi. And I really want this to work, but… I can’t handle the idea of sharing you with anyone.
- Are you asking me to choose between you and my work at T.A.B.O.O?
- Of course not! - he shouted, offended. - But I need to be honest: I don’t know how to deal with it. It was already hard to see the hungry eyes over you when I was only dreaming of you returning my feelings. Now that I know you feel the same…
- I never thought you could be that jealous - Satoshi smiled, sitting on a bench and pulling him closer.
- It’s not about jealousy, I just…
- I’ll settle this, I promise you - he tightened his grip around him. - It’s not as if I dreamed about being a stripper forever. I’ve started because I needed to pay the rent and I’ve stayed because it was comfortable. I bought my own house; I have a good amount safe in the bank… The truth is I just needed a reason for quitting.
- Would you do that?
- Sure! It’s totally against the rules of the club for a stripper to get sexually involved with a client and, believe me, Kazu… there are many other things that I would like to experience with you - he said, inserting his hand into the man’s pants and kissing his neck softly. - I just need some time to get things right with J-san. Can you wait for a little while longer?
- If you promise to keep your head on me, while you are showing off your body to those perverted old men…
- You have been one of them for a long time… - he laughed. - But yes. Since the time you began attending T.A.B.O.O, every one of my performances were made exclusively for you...
Nino turned around inside his arms, taking his mouth in a passionate kiss.
- But before I go, I think we should finish what we’ve started, don’t you agree? - he whispered with his mouth still attached to his boyfriend.
Nino deepened the kiss. The kitchen was the only place in the house they hadn’t made love in - he couldn’t leave it like that, right?
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Sho took off his sunglasses and, with a polite bow, he greeted the staff that had already arrived for the meeting. He took his usual table and wasn’t surprised in finding it empty. Certainly, Satoshi would be enjoying his free time with his boyfriend. He was really happy for his friend when he told him that, finally, he had straightened things up with Ninomiya and would spend his days off with him.
He took his cellphone to know if he would get late, but he didn’t even manage to type the message. Satoshi entered the ballroom in the company of J-san and Masaki.
As soon as his eyes fell over the time traveler, he felt a soft shiver running down his spine. Since the moment J-san asked him to train him, he couldn’t take off his mind the soft muscles of the man’s chest, the peculiar caramel mark on his shoulder and those plump lips asking to be kissed.
How could he ever allow other men to see him like that?
He was surprised that J-san would do so, by the possessive way he exhibited his boyhood friend around the house. As far as he was aware, he had no intention to tell anyone about his adventures in time, but was sure to stress the intimacy between them, touching him as much as he could, which, for someone usually so dry and distant, seemed to be a crystal sign that there was more between the two of them. Especially after the last talk they had:
- As I was saying, Masaki is amazing and he knows how to seduce when he wants to, but you’re right. He lacks the necessary malice to be a stripper. I want you to train him.
- Me?
- Why not? Haven’t you just said that you’re the best employee in this club? Besides, you’re the only one aware of his situation. So, what do you say?
- If you think this might work, I see no reason to deny - he agreed, after considering the possibility of J-san asking anyone else to train him. If it was already hard to think about Masaki being harassed by the clients, watching him at the mercy of a professional stripper would be even worse.
- Great! There’s also another favor I’d like to ask you: I have a trip to New York scheduled for Monday night. I could cancel it, but it’s really important to me. I want to see how the strip clubs work around there and I also intend to watch some of their performances. In short, I want to search for new ideas to use at T.A.B.O.O. It’s just for one week and, if I could, I would take Masaki with me; but, he has no documents. Would it be okay for you to shelter him at your house for this long?
- Sure! - he answered promptly, in face of the chance of spending more time with Masaki.
- Thank you. Of course, I will reward you for your assistance. Now, you may go back to your beauty sleep. Those dark circles around your eyes are horrible - J-san dismissed him, returning his attention to the documents over his table.
He walked to the door, but before he was able to put his hand on the handle, he heard his boss call him in a firm tone:
- And Sho? Masaki… he is not like those guys you’re used to deal with. Please, be as professional as you can.
He almost laughed at the threatening tone, even though he couldn’t really understand the reason of being so annoyed by the closeness between his boss and Masaki. It was true that kissing him felt like heaven and that, if he hadn’t been blown off, he would have gone even further, but… they weren’t lover. And, even if they were, since when had he felt jealous over whatever his partners did when they were far from him? Most of them were married or had an official commitment as a social disguise.
Where did such possessiveness come from?
Maybe from the shiver that ran down his body whenever he thought about Masaki or was face to face with him, just like at that very moment.
- How have you been?
- Trying to get myself used to things - the time traveler answered with a smile, sitting beside him. He was wearing a jeans and a simple V neck t-shirt, but of a known brand. Surely, J-san had taken him to shop, since that modern style wasn’t exactly his thing.
He dodged his eyes to Satoshi, who was sat at the opposite chair, in a way of getting himself distracted from the bother of imagining how Masaki and the older man had enjoyed those two days together.
- And you, Satoshi? I thought you wouldn’t show up today…
His best friend smiled, a passionate expression showed up on his face. He was ready to answer, but was cut by J-san’s firm voice:
- I think everybody is here already, right? - he asked from the center of the stage, after a quick check on the staff.
J-san started by making his usual report, announcing that month’s ranking that, as expected, hasn’t changed. Sho was still the number one, followed by Satoshi and Tatsuya, a 21-years-old lad, with androgynous features and almost elastic hips.
- The ranking has been the same for three months, but it shall change for sure in our next meeting. Satoshi resigned a few moments ago - he said, making all the stares to turn to the best dancer in the house.
- What? You told me nothing about this! - Sho reacted, looking at his best friend in concern.
- I just decided it this morning. We didn’t have the time to talk yet…
- You don’t have to worry about your friend, Sho - his boss intervened. - Actually, none of you. Satoshi will still be working here as our choreographer. You have always asked him for some help anyway. I’m just making it official.
- Please, keep counting on me - Satoshi bowed to everyone, receiving approving smiles in return.
- Aiba Masaki will be taking Satoshi’s place - J-san pointed at his friend with his head. - He is a personal friend of mine. I hope you will give him your fully support.
- Yoroshiku onegaishimasu! - Masaki bowed, politely.
Sho was wondering if he had ignored or pretended to ignore the surprised looks from his new work companions in face of J-san’s fond smile over him. Their boss never had looked at none of them in any way other than professionally and watching him smile so tenderly to someone was really amazing.
Surely, that kind of behavior would allow people to speculate, but J-san seemed not to worry with that fact. After a few more warnings, including the notification of his leave for the next three days, he called off the meeting.
- Do you have a date for Masaki’s debut? - asked Sho, using the man’s first name, as it was usual among the staff.
- I think he might be ready in ten days. I’ll already be back and I believe it’s enough time for us to spread the news among our clients and get him ready. I’m counting on you.
- Don’t worry, J-san - Sho smiled with confidence. - As for you, Masaki, don’t you wanna show me what you can do? - he asked, eager to see the man in action. He had been curious since he learned the man was a dancer.
The time traveler searched for J-san with his eyes.
- Show him, Ma-chan! - the eldest encouraged him, taking his cellphone and looking for something. He went to the sound, where he plugged his device in. - Since you will do this, it would be better if you started with a routine you’re already familiar with. I think you will feel more confident like this.
Masaki smiled when he heard the joyful music invading the ballroom. He stood up and dragged a chair to the center of the stage.
- Is that jazz? - whispered Sho to Satoshi as soon as the music started.
For a moment, he frowned, unable to understand what kind of performance would Masaki do. He could barely believe in the precise and light steps mixed to the sensual movements made with the help of the chair.
Masaki was really an amazing dancer. As good as Satoshi, who stared at him with a smile full of admiration.
Distracted by a second for staring at his friend, Sho didn’t see where from Masaki had taken the handkerchief he was swaying so skillfully at the rhythm of the music.
- Tap dance? Really?
- What’s the matter?
- Isn’t it a little old fashioned?
- Sex is never old fashioned - Satoshi answered. - Otherwise, you wouldn’t be there drooling over your mysterious time traveler…
- I’m not… - Sho had no arguments. Satoshi was right. Masaki had a natural sensuality, almost mesmerizing, in each step he did. If he was already in that state with the man dressed, what kind of feeling would he arise on him in the moment he would begin taking off his clothes one by one?
- Wow! That was amazing! All those years… I was wondering if I would ever see you dancing again… - J-san said, moved, before enveloping his friend in a tight hug. - I’ve missed you so much…
- Me too, Jun… - he returned the hug, making Sho’s heart skipping a bit in annoyance for the intimacy between the couple. - Hey! This is your music!
- Was… It has been a long time since I’ve last performed it at Disco Star. I don’t even remember it anymore…
- Well… these kind of things we never forget - Masaki took the chair out of the center. - Come on…
- What? You’re not considering…?
- Why? Are you giving in that easily? Will you finally admit that, between the two of us, I’ve always been the number one?
A mean smile stretched J-san’s lips.
- Not even in your dreams… - he answered, taking off his jacket and opening the first buttons of his shirt.
Dance, dance, dance
If you've experienced it, let's talk about harsh love
It'll become easier, right? Not with words
Feel the beat with your body Yeah
Shake it, shake it, shake it, the body
Shake it, shake it, shake it, the body
If it was already paralyzing watching Masaki dancing, Sho couldn’t describe his feelings in face of J-san mastering the dance floor. Not only for the insinuating movements of his hips, nor even for the lightness of his steps, but mainly for the liberating smile, as if time had never passed for him.
In front of him, there wasn’t the severe 60-years-old business man anymore, but Disco Star’s young and smiling dancer.
He could almost see the colorful lights invading the stage. The empty ballroom being filled with people in old fashioned clothes, dancing in the same rhythm.
Shake it, body Tonight, you're the number 1 shiny girl
If you say it in a super funky style, it's gorgeous
Dance, dance From the top of your head
Bounce, bounce Mm, to the bottom of your feet
Ride on the beat Deep in your ear drums, hear the countdown
Wanting it intensely while having a gentle style
You who accepted that were a lonely girl
If we can join together, then here, I'll show love
Before you become colored by the information
He could almost hear the shouts from the audience when the eldest pushed his body against Masaki’s back, moving his hips in an almost erotic way. Once again, his heart was racing angrily due the closeness between the two men.
Now, dance, dance, dance
Until your throat is hoarse Your just dance, if you want to
See? It's easy As you thought
Feel the beat with your body
Watch this Shake it, shake it The body
Shake it, shake it, shake it, the body
Shake it, shake it, shake it, the body
Shake it
Shake it, dance, dance, dance
Slipping into the night, taking you who were sad and cried with me
See? It's easy As you thought
Now, even more Stir it up
The feeling didn’t change when they parted from each other. The harmony and the perfection of the steps in full synchronization were even more intimate, as well as their devoted smiles. Even if he was trying to avoid it, he felt a certain envy. He had never felt so connected to anyone like that. Of course there was Satoshi and they were really close, but the intensity in the look those two shared was nothing like the kind he usually exchanged with his best friend.
For a second, he felt the need to steal Masaki’s attention to himself and make him look only at him like that. It wouldn’t be hard, considering he always managed to get what he wanted when he chose a target to his seduction schemes.
Dance, dance, dance
If you've experienced it, let's talk about harsh love
It'll become easier, right? Not with words
Feel the beat with your body, with your mind, in your heart Yeah
Shake it, shake it, shake it, the body
Shake it, shake it, shake it, the body
Shake it, shake it, shake it, the body
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake, shake
- Wow, Jun! That was incredible! - said Masaki, smiling and breathless after the dance ended.
- I never thought you’d know my choreography by heart - J-san replied, searching for the chair his friend had previously used and throwing himself on it, completely drained.
- What are you talking about? I’ve always paid attention to you…
- I’m sorry to bother this nostalgic moment, but it’s already a bit late - Sho said, a bit impatiently. - I believe you might get ready for your trip, J-san.
- You’re right - the older man said, getting up. - Well, since it’s clear that Masaki won’t need any advice regarding the choreography, come to me to my office, Satoshi. I need to talk to you and to Ogura regarding my absence. In the meanwhile, you two can start discussing the presentation.
Sho nodded, feeling relieved for having the opportunity to have Masaki to himself.
- You’re really a fabulous dancer. I’ve noticed you already have a routine and you seem to be aware of what you have to do. I’ll just show you a few rules and tips that you must follow during the performance - he ended up climbing up on stage, unconsciously crossing his arms in front of his chest, mimicking the other man’s posture. - The first thing you have to do is to choose the right music and determine distinctive parts of it for you to take a piece of your clothes off. If you let to feel the moment while you are dancing, it might happen that you may get to the end still dressed.
- Ok… That’s not too hard to do.
Sho nodded, getting a little closer.
- I’ve always heard that Disco Star’s choreographies were very sensual, so I believe we won’t have to discuss it, right?
- Don’t worry about it. And what about the rules?
- Well, the first of them is that all the dances start on the stage, but have to end in the ballroom.
- Un… We are allowed to interact with the audience, aren’t we? I’ve been watching Satoshi...
- Oh, yeah… He’s quite admired by the public - Sho smiled proudly. - As him, you can interact with the customers, just be careful for them not to touch any intimate part of your body.
He closed his hands into fists at the idea of any of those daring men touching any private area of the man in front of him and he had to look away in order to hide the strong emotions that he couldn’t still fully understand where they came from.
- The second rule is that the last piece of your clothes shall always be of a thick and firm fabric, so that people won’t see through it. Ideally, it may not be too small, nor too tight and…
- Really, Sakurai? Because that thing you were wearing when I crossed the mirror seemed more like a fig leaf!
He blushed at being caught in his own lie.
- I’m saying this for your own protection - he defended himself, raising his chin up. - You’re just starting here… For example, it took Satoshi a few months for him to feel free to expose himself like that. Unless you are shameless enough not to bother with what people might think by seeing you almost naked.
- What do you mean by that? As if you didn’t do the same!
- But you don’t want to compare yourself to me, do you? I’ve been working in this for more than two years. Besides, seducing isn’t just a job for me… - he took a step closer. - It takes more than will to be a stripper, Masaki. It’s not just about taking off your clothes. You have to seduce, not only with your body, but also with your eyes…
The stared at each other for a few seconds and, for a brief moment, Sho feared losing control and throwing himself over the dancer, claiming his possession over him. He moved away however, going to the sound and turning a music on. Then, he took off his shirt and went closer to Masaki again.
- You may also use some resources. I liked what you did with the chair. Maybe you could use it at your debut. I, for instance, like the pole… - he said, holding it with a hand and making a simple turn. Afterwards, he started dancing, showing off in a private show.
He smiled a bit when he noticed the man’s eyes locked on him, especially when he caught him licking his lips, excitedly.
He opened the buttons of his pants and opened the zipper, revealing his black trunks. Slowly, he got rid of his jeans, putting all his effort in his sensual movements. He finished his performance in pole with a satisfied sigh.
Masaki was completely surrendered and he really appreciated the feeling.
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- I thought you would wait for J-san to arrive to decide on the costume for your first performance.
Masaki laughed, approaching him with a feline move.
- It’s not my first performance, Sho. The only difference is that, so far, I’ve always danced fully clothed.
Swallowing hard at the thought of the man stripping his clothes sensually, Sho looked away, going to sit on the couch. It had been nine days since Masaki started sleeping in his house and they had shared good moments together, beside the rehearsals.
Actually, the dancer didn’t need his training. He was an amazing dancer and had more than enough sensuality, he just lacked the experience. It was true that he was used to show himself off in front of a great audience who stared at him with admiring and excited eyes as well, but it was different than dancing in front of an exclusive male public with perverted eyes.
The night before, Sho had watched with him the performance of the other strippers, explaining the moves, the right timing to take off the clothes and the best time to face the audience. Deep down, he was hoping for the man to drop down the idea of debuting, but he seemed even more convinced than ever, even if he couldn’t really understand his motivation.
- What about this combination? - asked Masaki, raising up some pieces of clothes that Sho had brought from T.A.B.O.O.
- Go try it - he said, already anticipating the time traveler dressed with the costume.
Masaki nodded, going to the bathroom. Sho took that moment to reprehend himself for his sinful thoughts. He couldn’t deny that, although he was loving to have the man’s company in his house, it was hard to stay beside him and not being able to touch him.
When Masaki returned, he was wearing a cowboy hat, a tank top and a leather vest over it. His pants were so tight that, from the place he was, it seemed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His boots, which color mixed with the pants, was shining under the room’s lights.
He was spectacular!
He coughed, choking on his own drool.
Masaki smiled before going to his sound and turning on the music they had been rehearsing for the debut.
Although he was quite aware of the choreography, it seemed different that time. Maybe it was the combination with the costume. Maybe, the way Masaki’s hair was falling over his eyes or the scent of the soap from the bath he had just taken. The dancer knew how to keep the agility of his feet while defying him, casting him a look that had nothing of his usual innocence.
As a coach, he could say he had chosen a good rhythm for the strip. He started to take his clothes off in the second stanza of the music, while performing some steps in the chair he had brought to the room and, when he finally got in front of him, he was wearing only the pants and the hat. Then, he started swaying his hips sensually, playing with the zipper until he opened it fully.
Show had to swallow hard when he faced the naked skin and the shadow of pubic hair.
It’s all your fault
Please, notice it soon!
Masaki leaned over him, insinuating a sexual movement, his chest almost touching his chin. Sho tried to adjust himself in the couch, feeling the effects of the man’s seduction in his body. However, before losing control and pulling the man to him, the dancer halted on his movements and placed the hat over his head.
- So, Sho-chan… do you think I’m ready? Is this number sexy enough for you?
The stripper faced him for a few moments, failing in the intention of not letting his eyes falling over the still opened zipper. He also failed in holding himself together. Before he could think it through, his lips were already attached to Masaki’s in a hot deep kiss.
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