The T.A.B.O.O. Vs. Disco Star (08/??)
Title: The T.A.B.O.O. vs. Disco Star
Author: Fabi
Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance, Fluff and bit of Fantasy
Rating: NC-17 (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 8
Masaki sighed when he faced his image in the dressing room’s mirror. He wasn’t sure about what he would do if the portal opened right then. Would he cross it back to the 70s or would he stay in 2015?
He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss his own time, but he wouldn’t also be completely honest if he affirmed he couldn’t get used to the future: the technology was impressive, people were more open, Jun was still his best friend and... there was Sho.
He couldn’t deny that, from all the reasons to make him stay in that time, Sho was the strongest one.
He sighed again, still remembering the effect of the man’s body over his, the taste of his kissed and those daring but also caring touches.
It took Masaki only a second to notice his body reacting at the feeling of Sho’s tongue, hunger and exploratory, invading his mouth. He followed those plump lips’ movements , while placing himself over the sexy body, to which he had been attracted even when he was nothing but a mirror image.
- More than sexy, Masaki - Sho said, with his eyes closed as if savoring the moment.
- Sho-chan - he mumbled, at the feeling of the warmth that came from the stripper’s body. That time, it was him to take the initiative, recapturing his lips with passion.
Sho threw the hat he kept using at the other side of the room and held his hair, still moisty from the recently taken bath and the dance. He moaned when he felt his lips sucking gently on the exposed skin from his chin, near his neck.
- Sho... - he repeated, closing his eyes when he felt his nipple being teased by the man’s lips. Although it was one of his most sensitive areas, that kind of caress had never caused him such a pleasure, even before being penetrated.
Moaning in excitement, he barely realized the moment Sho took him to the floor, laying him down over the beautiful and soft rug, made of synthetic fur, and positioning himself over him.
- I don’t like to acknowledge this, Masaki, but I have been waiting for this for a long time - the stripper whispered against his lips, making him shiver due to the husky voice and the hot air blowing against his skin.
- I... me too, Sho-chan - he confessed, feeling a certain relief from the discomfort he had been carrying with him for a few days.
- So that was the reason for you to be playing with my sanity all these trainings and rehearsals? This performance now… did you make it on purpose, to seduce me?
- Don’t be so full of yourself, Sakurai. I just did what I know best - Masaki smiled in a presumptuous way, opening his legs to feel Sho’s hard-on pulsing against his skin.
- Listen, Masaki - the stripper said, in a low voice, his eyes captured on his and his hand gently stilled on his face, causing goosebumps - I’m not made of steel. I know you said you’re used to go slowly…
- Idiot! Not that slowly… - he answered, moving his hips, mimicking the well-known movements, his member pulsing with desire against the fabric of Sho’s pants, driving them both mad.
- Ma-Masaki, have you any idea of how sexy you are with these pants glued against your body? However, I think I’d rather have you without it - with just a tug, he managed to pull out the piece. Then, Masaki thanked whoever did those models for strippers; thanks to its easiness in being undressed.
Before they could both reach the top only due to the pleasure of their members, already wet with precum, Masaki helped Sho to get rid of his pants and the rest of the clothes that preventing them exploring each other’s bodies.
- Masaki - Sho called, before kissing the tip of his members and playing with his sensitive spots for a while. Just then did he take it in his mouth, making him feel it touching his throat. - Hmmm… You’re so delicious - he whispered, searching for his eyes with his expression full of lust.
The vision was so erotic that he couldn’t hold on anymore, moving his hips against Sho’s mouth.
The man sucked him even deeper and harder, his free hand starting to work between his legs, caressing the inner part of his thighs, near his buttocks. He knew by experience that a few more seconds and he would get to the apex.
Wishing to enjoy the most of the situation, he made Sho free his member of his mouth
- Ne, Sho-chan? It’s still too early and I want you all today...
- I want you so much, Masaki. I… I’ll be back in a minute… - the host said, rising up and leaving the room in a rush.
As soon as he was back with the necessary itens, Sho laid down beside him in the rug and kissed him with greediness before helping him lie with his face down, in order to prepare him with a reasonable amount of lubricant. He moaned lazily when he felt the first finger and couldn’t prevent a shiver from running down his body when he felt his lips caressing his back until it paused more attentively over his birthmark.
- Please, Sho-chan... one more finger...
The stripper bit his earlobe before complying to his request.
- More - he asked, when he felt Sho reaching his sweet spot. - Inside me… I want you withim, Sho-chan - he begged, moving his hips against the man’s fingers.
Sho only left him to take the preservative and, after rolling it over his member in the speed of light, he entered him. In that moment, both experienced an indescribable sensation of fusion and pleasure of becoming one.
- You are amazing... - the stripper mumbled, biting and kissing his neck, as if asking permission to go forward.
- Move, Sho - he demanded, while shaking his hips to show he was ready.
The man raised him by the waist while his other hand held on to the floor, to keep his balance. Loud moans of pleasured started to fill the place. Before he realized, Sho was already moving ferociously inside him.
Maybe, feeling he was next to his limit, Sho turned him around, to face him, kissing him in an almost suffocating way. He embraced the stripper’s waist with his legs to he could bring his member deeper within. Even from afar the sound of their bodies ramming against each other could be heard.
- Deeper...
- You are paradise, Masaki... - Sho moaned and started moving faster and deeper, his mouth sucking and kissing on his neck, leaving several red marks wherever it went, while working on his wet member.
- I’m on my limit... - he moaned, bringing Sho’s body closer in a pleasurable contraction.
- Then, cum, baby... - the stripper kissed him once more and, with a fierceful thrust he reached the top.
After a few more thrusts, Sho also got to the top, falling over him.
Usually, Masaki wouldn’t get himself involved in a relationship based in physical attraction. Of course, after his break up with Hideo, he had gone out with a few guys just for sex. He wasn’t a celibate, but this wasn’t the kind of relationship he was looking for.
Not that he held any kind of expectations regarding Sho. It was true that, by what Jun said, he wouldn’t return to his own time and sex with him had been amazing, but he wasn’t expecting any commitments.
However, he couldn’t or wouldn’t resist the attraction he felt for the beautiful stripper.
- I can help you with this - Sho got closer, taking the clip of his hands and helping him tying his brown hair in a small bun behind his head.
Masaki felt a certain relief with the proximity. They still haven’t talked about what happened between them the day before, repeating the dose for most of the night. In the morning, they only couldn’t start all over again for Jun called saying he arrived from his trip two days before and would pick him up so they could be together through the day.
He really enjoyed spending the day beside his best friend. He missed Jun a lot during those days he was away, but, if he had to be honest, for several times he wished for the time to go faster so he could see Sho once again.
When he arrived at T.A.B.O.O, the stripper greeted him as if nothing had happened. He couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit disappointed, but he also considered that his behavior could be due to Jun’s presence and his need to be discreet. Even he hadn’t tell his friend about what Sho and him had shared. More than anybody he was aware of how overzealous he was regarding his business’ rules.
Certainly, he would never approve.
Much more since there was nothing for him to approve.
He and Sho were not a couple.
Even then, he shivered at the feeling of the man’s fingers fixing his hair softly, the warm breath near his nape.
- You look beautiful - said Sho, after tying the clip, facing him throught the mirror.
Masaki smiled back and turned to stare directly at him.
- Thank you. You look amazing, Sho-chan - he affirmed, analyzing the costume he had chosen: white shirt, black tie, a red military jacket, black pants and a red cop’s hat.
For a few seconds, he couldn’t understand the amount of clothes he had seen Sho taking, but as soon as he saw him dressed he got it: he would love to watch him taking them off one by one, slow and erotically, until the well-built body was exposed.
- How are you feeling? - the stripper asked, taking his hand, tenderly.
- Anxious.
- You don’t have to be anxious - he said, fixing a part of the fringe that fell over the side of his head. - It will be all right, Masaki - his fingers caressed his face. - You are an excellent dancer and naturally sexy.
The proper etiquette said he had to return the compliment, praising the man’s attributes, but all he could think of was telling him how much he wanted to feel his lips again or how the sex had been wonderful.
He saw Sho staring at his lips with the same desire, their bodies getting closer by the minute, so much he could smell the refreshing scent of his breathe.
He wanted to feel his kiss once more, the texture of his lips caressing the sensitive skin of his neck. The move he did, however, wasn’t of approach. He withdrew as fast as he could, enough not to be caught in a compromising position with his trainer.
Luckily, Jun had knocked before opening the door, without waiting for an answer.
- Masaki! Are you re-... wow! You are gorgeous! - he exclaimed, inspecting his body in awe. - I knew this yukata would be perfect on you!
- Thanks for the suggestion, Jun. I was really so confused about what to wear tonight.
- You will drive the customers crazy! They are quite excited with your debut; the house is full.
- Really?
- Yes - the older man confirmed. - But tell me, Masaki… Are you sure you wanna do this?
Masaki nodded.
- I’m willing to try.
- If that’s what you want, I will support you.
- Thanks, Jun.
- Ikuta Toma wants to invest in your company tonight.
- Toma? - asked Sho, meddling into the dialogue.
- Among all the clients who asked for Masaki, I believe he is the most suitable to be his first. What do you think?
- Well… he’s very polite and quite generous - the experienced stripper replied. - I believe Masaki shall be fine with him.
- That’s what I believe, but I haven’t confirmed anything yet… You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, Masaki.
- I’m an employee, just as anyone else, Jun. I won’t skip my duties. Besides, for what Sho-chan said, escorting isn’t that much different than what we did at Disco Star.
- No, but they are much more generous - Jun agreed with a smile. - Listen to whatever he says, accept the drinks he pays and be careful with what you say. Keep you words to the minimum; ok? You don’t know much from this time yet and I want you to preserve yourself. If you need anything, call me and I’ll go running, right?
- You don’t have to worry, Jun.
- I know I don’t. I just want to protect you - his friend caressed his shoulder, friendly. - As for you, Sho, Sato-san is waiting. You will be on the stage soon, get ready.
Masaki watched as Sho nodded and went to the mirror for some last adjustments on his clothes.
He felt his heart racing by knowing that soon after it would be his time to perform and he didn’t want to disappoint neither Jun nor Sho.
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Sho guided Sato-san’s hands to his waist before crossing his arms over his head and shaking his body slowly and sensually in front of the older man. He smiled seductively when the hands went from his waist to his buttocks, caressing them softly.
The, he faced his client and placed his hat over his head, remaining with his leather briefs and tennis shoes. He then sat on his lap and ended his performance with a last erotic move.
- It’s been a while, Sato-san - He said, sitting on the chair beside him.
- I had a serious problem with one of my Chinese companies. I thought it would be better if I went personally to settle it.
- I hope you have managed to do so.
- Yes - the executive smiled, offering him a glass of champagne. - Everything is fine, now. Finally I will have some free time. Don’t you want to come with me in a quick trip on your days off? - he placed his hand over his naked thigh in a discreet, but insinuating movement. - You don’t have to work on Sundays and Mondays, right?
- I... I need to check the possibility - Sho smiled. - J-san is attentive to my every step… I don’t want to lose my position here in T.A.B.O.O.
- You know you don’t need this job to keep your life standard, right? - he took a sip of his own glass. - I can…
- We have already talked about this, Sato-san - Sho cut him, feeling uncomfortable with the place where their conversation was heading.
He was aware that many people would love receiving such a proposal: being paid by a millionaire in exchange of becoming his secret lover. However, he would never subject to such a position, valuing his freedom and his pride too much for that - I really like what I do.
- And you do it perfectly, I must say - the executive pointed, without insisting on the subject, to his relief. - You were deliciously sexy tonight.
- There has been quite a while since you last came... I gave my all for you - he said in a flirty tone, as his job demanded.
He took another sip of the expensive drink, thinking about the executive’s comment. With no false modesty, he knew he didn’t have to put much effort in being seductive, but that night he really had worked extra hard, feeling an almost vital need of calling out for attention.
However, it had nothing to do with Sato-san, as he made him believe.
Usually, he acted that way when he wanted to overshadow a novice, in a way of showing that, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be as good as him. But his actions weren’t caused by any possible menace by Masaki’s debut.
He didn’t want to overshadow him.
Actually, he didn’t even think about doing this.
He would never admit it, but he was just performing for him.
Several times he had noticed Masaki looking greedily over him and that only made him exaggerate even more. He was teasing him deliberately and he knew, by the look in the time traveler’s eyes, he was being successful.
- I’m flattered by your consideration, Sho.
- You’re my favorite cliente, Sato-san... For you, always the best! - he said, raising his glass for a late toast.
Sho tried to focus on Sato-san’s excited explanation about the new car he had added to his collection. He was anxious about Masaki’s debut, mostly because they had not spent the day together. He wanted to convince himself that it was because he wanted to rehearse the choreography steps, give some final advices, but he knew it wasn’t true.
Masaki was ten thousand times a better dancer than he was and much sexier than he could ever wish to be. The truth is he missed him, used by his presence after those days J-san had been travelling.
And, of course, there was the amazing sex they had. In the beginning it wasn’t his intention to extend their relationship to something more intimate. But who did he want to deceive? He was a man who lived intensely all his desires and Masaki wasn’t someone he could ignore. He truly tried to resist to the man’s captivating smile, to the sensuality that emanated from his pores, however… when he came to his senses, he was claiming the tempting lips, pulling his body against his.
Masaki wasn’t only sexy, he was gorgeous. He remembered being paralyzed by a few moments when he got to the bedroom, after fetching the lubricant and the preservatives, and saw him lying naked and sexy over his synthetic fur’s rug. The image made him remember a scene of the movie American Beauty, lacking only the red roses to reproduce it completely.
He was surprised when he realized he had never managed to admire his partner’s delighted expressions during sex before, always focused only in his own pleasure.
And his surprise only increased in the end of the act when, after reaching the climax, he embraced the man so naturally, wishing, for the first time, for the time to stop right then.
The memories of the day before hit his body and mind so strongly that he barely saw noticed when J-san went to the stage to announce personally the new stripper in the house.
- Gentlemen, thank you for your presence here tonight. It’s always an honor to have you with us - his boss smiled with charisma, making Sho wonder how attractive might he have been when younger. It wasn’t hard to imagine why he had been one of Disco Star’s most popular dancers; he just had to notice the fascination with which the guests were staring at him. - Specially in a debut night. Please, receive our new stripper, Masaki.
The spotlight was positioned straight over the chair in the middle of the stage, where Masaki was sat, covered by a wide colorful fan. A traditional music started to play and the fan started to move in the same slow and soft rhythm.
Then, he stood up, showing his face for the first time.
Sho dodged his look to the audience, which was paralyzed by the spectacle. It was true that there was a lot of expectation over the debut, but mostly it was due to Masaki’s beauty and sensuality.
He had already seen him in the dressing room, but on the stage with the special play of lights, covered softly by a cloudy fog, he was even more beautiful.
His tied brown hair matched perfectly with the blue yukata and the flowery fabric he was wearing over it. The classic steps were soft and with no pretension of sensuality, until Masaki got rid of the fabric and showed his left shoulder.
Sho shivered at the sight of the birthmark, the area he had kissed and licked hungrily the day before.
Then, the traditional music turned into a faster and more contemporary tune. His previously shy look, suddenly acquired a lustful shimmer and his tied hair fell free over his shoulders.
Masaki’s moves became erotic, as if he was making love with the chair. And even when he stood up, performing on his feet, his hips moves could make anyone reach the orgasm just by watching.
In some times, their eyes met and Sho felt the same frisson he had when he saw the man’s image through the mirror for the first time. In that moment, however, he was real. So real, he could still feel his skin’s taste and the warmth of his body against his.
The good feeling, however, was overpowered by a slight annoyance when Masaki got rid of his last piece of clothes, staying only with the traditional fundoshi. Sho swallowed hard with the sight. Damn it! He didn’t follow his instructions, choosing such a revealing piece. For a moment, he felt like taking him off the ballroom, especially when the customers started touching the exposed skin in a quite impolite way.
He looked away, wrathful.
Not even he had felt that comfortable in his debut, feeling himself embarrassed a few moments during his performance. But Masaki did everything in such a natural way that it was as if he had been doing it for his entire life.
Shameless man! He should have preserved himself, since it was his first time. That way, he would be an easy target to some of the perverts hidden in that ballroom.
He turned to Sato-san, which made his annoyance grow. He was looking at the new stripper with great interest, as if he wasn’t even there.
- Sato-san - he placed his hand on the older man’s leg.
- This boy... Masaki... He is amazing! - the older man exclaimed. - Ikuta was lucky to get his company tonight.
Sho looked at the mentioned customer, in whose table Masaki had already made himself comfortable. He was smiling friendly, showing his perfect teeth. Of course, Toma wouldn’t be immune to that, smiling back with the same enthusiasm. Then, he touched the stripper’s birthmark with curiosity, before offering him a glass of champagne, showing off the most expensive bottle of the club.
Once more that night he felt his heart clench.
Ikuta Toma was a successful young actor. He was from their generation and very pretty, besides being quite enjoyable. The kind that charmed everybody without much effort. Despite seducing the women and being notoriously the leader of the love letters inside his agency, there was many speculations regarding his sexuality. Speculations he wouldn’t deny. Maybe because he would be fine with both men and women.
He was a regular at T.A.B.O.O, famous for being just as generous as any billionaire executive around. Differently from most of them, however, he was young.
And incredibly good in bed.
Sho had already had the pleasure of enjoying his company more than once and he was never unsatisfied after an encounter.
By the way he was staring at Masaki, it was just a matter of time before he took the initiative.
Not that it had anything to do with him if Masaki accepted it, but…
- Another glass of champagne, Sho?
He made an effort to smile at Sato-san, accepting the offer to fill his glass. He also did his best to keep paying him the attention he spent so much to have, but he couldn’t ignore the loud laughter of the time traveler in the table next to them, even if he hadn’t even spared him a look, focused on the beautiful customer with him.
It was with relief he noticed the two hours of his duty had gone by. He said goodbye to Sato-san and waited for Masaki to do the same to Toma.
Afterwards, he followed the man to the dressing room.
As soon as the door closed behind them and even before Masaki was able to say anything, he pressed him against the wall, capturing the lips he missed so much all day long. He let his hand travel all over the fundoshi, the area that was forbidden to the customers.
- Masaki, I… We… - he moaned, his eyes locked into the time traveler’s ones.
- Yeah… Me too… - he answered in a raspy voice. - Can we just… you know…
- Leave? - he laughed before kissing him again, desperate. - Sure… now.
Sho wasn’t sure what would be of them. But, right then, he wasn’t able to think straight. Maybe after making love to that teasing dancer inside his embrace… or a few days ahead…
Who would be counting, anyway?
* Fundoshi: Is the traditional Japanese undergarment for adult males, made from a length of cotton. For more information click here
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Note: Finally *clap hands*, well at least they did what both want since the their first met right? And now maybe Sho will lost his place as nº 1 LOL We are going to the end but not easy like that folks... That end huh? We don't know if Sho will accept his feelings and Masaki will wait? Well We see you in the next week ♥ Thank you so much for your beloved comments I'll reply right now ♥
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