[Drabble] The secret of a mysterious green room
Title:The secret of a mysterious green room
Authors: tsuchi8562
Beta: yuuki_saya ArigaPYON~!
Pairing: MatsuKame
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, promise!
A/N: This is something I wrote a long time ago in my native language, now I translated it specially for my friend geminib for writing a sauna SA ^3^
Jun came into the room, repeating in his mind choreography for their newest PV for the hundredth time. He was so lost in thoughts that only after he sat in the couch, he noticed extremely attractive ass romping under the table. Matsumoto tried to recognize the owner of the yummy part of the body, but apparently he didn’t have any occasion to ‘associate’ with this person, because he had problems with identification. Soon he heard a weepy whisper:
“Not here… not here… NOT HEREEEEEE…”
Intrigued Jun walked to the other side of the table, knelt and asked:
“Oi! What are you doing here?”
The creature under the top jumped, which ended with hitting the edge with its head, and crawled, hissing and rubbing his aching occiput.
„Aiba-chan?! What were you doing under the table?!” Matsumoto asked. Masaki stood up, still with his hand pressed to the back of his head, with smile on his face, discreetly looking on the floor, searching for something.
“Oh, I just lost something…”
“What? Maybe I can help you?”
“No! You know… It’s not important anymore…” Aiba prolonged almost every vowel, still wandering with his gaze around the room. Jun didn’t believe his band mate, but because he had slight problems with memorizing the moves in the choreography, he stopped asking. Masaki however, pretending that he wanders around the room without any destination, peeped under the chair, flowerpot, under the couch on which Matsumoto was sitting on. The younger man was really irritated already.
“Could you stop wriggle around?!”
“Yes, I’m sorry…”Aiba sat beside Jun and clenched his hands nervously. Silence filled the room until Sho came into the room, talking over the phone.
“Yes. You’ll be late?... Yes, I know… I will tell them… Jaa” He hanged up. The rapper looked at the couch, moving his eyes from really pensive Jun to upset Masaki who jammed his fingers between the seat and back of the couch like some treasure hunter.
“Why it’s so gloomy in here?” Sakurai asked and received some inarticulate sounds from both Arashi’s members. He shrugged and sat on the chair, taking out his newspaper from the bag. Engrossed in reading, Sho heard Aiba’s voice:
“Itai!”
“Stop touching me!!!” Matsumoto left the couch and sat on the chair next to Sho.
“I’m sorry; I just wanted to check if my… the thing I lost is there…”
Atmosphere loosen up a bit, all three of them even started to chat about plans for the next day, when soft knocking sounded in the room.
“Nino?”
A familiar face appeared in the door, but it definitely wasn’t a facet of any Arashi member.
“Kamenashi-kun?!” Three men said at the same moment. Kazuya bowed gently and looking significantly at Jun he asked him to go outside with him. Matsumoto stood up and went out the room.
***
Kame was holding small package and shifting from foot to foot he tried to say something, but he couldn’t find the words. Jun was looking at him smiling and remained silent. He loved to watch Kazuya, especially when his touch caused him pleasure bordering with ecstasy. Eyes… Lips… Hands… Matsumoto felt that he can’t hold it any longer. He came closer and pressed Kame against the wall and almost brutally kissed him, reaching his belt with left hand. The younger man started to move his hips against Jun’s palm, faster and faster. Matsumoto reluctantly and really slowly moved away from desired body, whispering:
“We’ll finish at home…”
Kazuya, catching his breath, remembered why did he came here in the first place and handing Jun a bit crushed bag said:
“It’s not mine.”
“What do you mean: not yours?!” Jun shouted, covering his mouth with hand and repeating quieter. “What do you mean: not yours?”
“Normally, not mine. Not my size…”
“If it’s not yours, then whose?”
“I have no idea. Certainly not min…” Kame didn’t finish the sentence, because that moment Nino and Oh-chan passed them by. Little brat, seeing the package in Jun’s hand, simply took it and went into the green room, closing the door behind him with a smack. In a split of a second Matsumoto and Kamenashi ran in the room after Ninomiya, not known whether with the greater fear, or in amusement, who took out the content of the bag and put it on Ohno’s head. Riidaa was known from the fact that everything fits him, but he stated that black thongs with pink elephant probably don’t blend in with his tan so he pulled them off drowsily. Seeing the piece of material in Satoshi’s hand Aiba became pale, moved closer to the leader to watch it closely and sighed with relief, mumbling that he is not the owner of this underwear a. k. a string. The air was torn with Nino’s laugh, who stared at a little confused faces of his friends and calmly took the “evidence” out of Ohno’s hand and stood backing the door, ready for avoiding any objects that might be thrown in his way. Spinning the black tang with pink elephant on his finger, he asked with his nasty smile:
„Confess! Who’s the owner?”
Nobody said a word; everybody was looking at each other, shrugging with the same question Ninomiya had asked in their eyes. Suddenly black, spinning object disappeared from Kazunari’s hand.
“Damn! I was looking for it everywhere!!!”
All six of them were standing with their mouths wide open (Nino still spinning his wrist) and looking after disappearing Nakamaru’s silhouette.