Arashi fic- Itadakimasu
Title: Itadakimasu
Pairing: Sho/Aiba
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1748
Disclaimer: Don't own, all fiction.
Summary: There are many uses for food.
Notes: This is forlaurachan2, Happy Birthday!!! ^___^ ♥
Nino said you can't go wrong with fried chicken, but he's not such a cheap date and he would never think of bringing a girl on a first date for fried chicken, so it similarly applies.
Why bother, Nino snorts. Look, I have an even better idea: just go to Keikarou and get his parents to cook for you, all you need to do is praise the food there for him to be happy. Think of the cost savings!
Nino is a brat, he affirms, an adorable, charming brat he loves dearly, but definitely a brat.
Still, meat seems like a good direction. Yakiniku then. He hopes Aiba isn't sick of it, but somehow he doesn't think Aiba would enjoy the fine dining he always wows girls with as much. Or be as highly impressed.
This beef is good, he thinks, chomping his way through, but Aiba isn't eating much. Isn't eating as much as he usually does.
Are you not feeling well? Don't like the food here?
No, no, Aiba hastens to assure, I'm just...not very hungry.
He teases, but that has never stopped you before.
Aiba laughs a little, and stuffs a piece of meat into his mouth.
It is when Aiba nearly knocks his glass of beer over again that he realises Aiba is actually nervous. It makes him grin all the way inside.
When they part he thinks a little too long and too hard about if it's okay for a goodnight kiss. Aiba senses and chuckles, we've known each other too long to be acting coy and pretending to be demure now.
Okay, then do you want to go over to my place now?
Aiba throws his head back and laughs, Sho-chan, that's too forward. And too fast. You have no subtlety. Goodnight. There is a quick press of lips on his skin, and Aiba is running off to his car, the sound of his laughter trailing in the quiet dark carpark.
Driving home alone, still slightly drunk on the evening, he wonders what the world is coming to when Aiba Masaki is lecturing him on subtlety.
Aiba has been busy and he surprises him at his workplace one day with convenience store bentos grabbed along the way because he is just as busy. Aiba looks mildly surprised and pleased, nothing of the extreme reactions he had half been hoping for. If he admits, he is a little disappointed, but Aiba is already digging hungrily into his food, and he can't bring himself to say anything more.
Five minutes after Aiba has sent him off, rushing back to his work, his phone beeps with a new message.
You know, I wonder why it is that as long as I'm eating with you, no matter what it is, it always tastes better than eating alone.
Thank you.
Aiba gets slightly rowdy when he's drunk, or he cries a lot. Either way it's not always easy to handle him, but he's gotten the hang of it.
So he wasn't too perturbed when Aiba slumped over beside him and collasped onto his shoulder, yelling something into his ear when they were out drinking one night. Then Aiba started tearing and muttering incomprehensibly.
He continued drinking calmly. Knowing Aiba, it was probably one of those few familiar topics.
I really like you, Sho-chan.
Yes, yes.
Really, really, really. Like you. Very much.
I see.
No you...Urgh, I feel sick.
Hey, don't you throw up on me!
The next morning Aiba stares blearily at him in bed and looks like death. He handles over a glass and helps to pull Aiba into a sitting position. Aiba takes the glass without question and sips and immediately makes a face.
What the hell is this?
My special hangover concoction. Don't underestimate it, it actually works.
Sho-chan would know that.
You know me.
Aiba plays with his glass. Did I say anything last night?
Oh just the usual. No big deal.
Like, say, 'I like Sho-chan'?
Yeah, like I said, nothing much. Just your usual drunken ramblings.
Aiba falls very quiet.
It's not.
Hmm?
I mean, I did mean that. It's just hard to say it sober. Aiba's words come out in such a rush he almost didn't catch them.
Aiba takes a big gulp from the glass embarrassedly. And proceeds to gag. Urgh, this is really bitter.
He smiles.
All the better to wake you up with, so you can say it to me again.
Sober and fully awake.
Let's go somewhere nice for my birthday, he suggests.
Aiba only looks thoughtful as he says, no, leave it to me.
I have something planned.
After three hours the surprise turns out to be homecooked dinner. A lot of natto. A lot of mabo tofu. Curry he was pretty sure came instant from a packet. Something that resembled fried rice.
And, Aiba interjects apologetically, the gyoza is from my mum, really.
He looks at everything, then grabs Aiba in a hug without a word.
Sho-chan? Sho-chan... Aiba had stopped petting his head playfully about two minutes and is starting to wriggle awkwardly a little, not quite sure what to do with his hands. What's wrong? My food didn't quite scare you that much, did it.
Nothing, he muffles from Aiba's shoulder, nothing, can I just stay like that for a while.
He feels Aiba's arms coming back around his back. Okay. Okay. Aiba's voice is warm and moist on his ear and turns his bones into jelly and heart into mush.
When they part he is sure his cheeks are pink.
Sorry about that.
Aiba shakes his head vigorously, eyes soft. Uh-uh, it's fine.
As long as you finish everything I cooked, Aiba adds mischievously.
He smirks. If I do, do I get dessert?
Aiba's smile drops. Damn, I knew I forgot something...
Nevermind, I'll just eat you up for dessert then.
Aiba rolls his eyes. Sho-chan. Hentai.
Sho-chan, Aiba's voice is practically a whine two pitches higher, I did say you could anything you liked since it's your birthday, but don't you think this experimenting with chocolate syrup is getting out of hand?
You don't find this erotic and arousing?
No.
It doesn't spice up our sex life?
No.
Doesn't it turn you on?
Sho-chan, you've been watching too much porn.
Well, I thought it'll be fun to try something different.
Aiba sighs very deeply. Okay Sho-chan, it's fine if you want to do kinky, we can be kinky, I'll even prance around half-naked in a maid's outfit if that's your thing, but can we kink in a different way?
Some way that's not so sticky.
Aiba's face is a complete grimace. He sighs. Yeah, I guess this isn't the best idea in practice.
I'm glad you agree. I'll go wash off, Aiba practically leaps off the bed. Pity about the chocolate syrup.
Yeah, he sighs, it actually tasted pretty good. Especially on you.
Aiba smears one chocolate-covered palm down his cheek in retaliation before wadding into the bathroom, trying not to let the chocolate drip off him onto the floor.
He sprawls back onto the bed, dirty bedsheets and all, swipes one finger across his cheek and licks it.
Tastes pretty good, indeed.
He yells out to the direction of the running water in the bathroom, but I'm holding you to your word about the maid outfit.
Aiba's apartment always has the TV, radio or stereo blaring when Aiba is home alone, or any combination of the above, sound drifting through to the other side of the door. He raps on the door with some difficulty, arms laden with fried chicken.
KFC? Aiba's head pops out behind the door.
Yes, yes.
Good, Aiba cheers. I have the drinks, Mitsuya cider or Pepsi nex or Kirin beer, there's Pino for dessert and Tongari corn in place of popcorn for the movie later.
He shook his head in laughter. What is that.
Aiba grinned. Practice what you preach.
He groans and shoves the bucket at Aiba.
Looking at Aiba gnaw contently on a chicken, he comments out loud, you're so easily pleased.
Is that not a good thing. It's called 'low maintenance', would you prefer it to be the opposite.
He continues to watch Aiba eat, smile growing slowly on his face without his knowledge, I didn't say it was a bad thing.
It's more like, I'm envious.
But Sho-chan, you enjoy your food too.
It's different, somehow.
Aiba smiles and stuffs a fry into his mouth.
As long as you can derive pleasure from what you're eating, it's good.
He takes one of Aiba's fingers and sucks it. Aiba watches him intently, very still. When he meets Aiba's eyes there is only understanding.
How nice. It's nice.
Hey Sho-chan, I want my finger back. The food is getting cold.
He could only blurt out the one overriding thought in his mind when he releases Aiba's finger, never mind the consequences.
Tastes like chicken.
One morning he wakes up to the smell of something great, and something burning. In the kitchen he finds two piles of pancakes. One pile consists of pancakes that are burnt, half-cooked, deformed, or otherwise unfit for consumption. The other pile has all sorts of pancakes shapes, big ones, small, heart-shaped, circles, stars, ovals. Aiba is valiantly trying to flip the pancake over with the frying pan. He succeeds after three tries and flashes him a V-sign.
That's a lot of pancakes.
I just felt like having some this morning, Aiba lies blatantly, you want some too, since I made so much?
Okay.
Did the aroma wake you up, and Aiba is looking too expectantly at him.
No, he intones deliberately, it was the smell of something burnt, and I was wondering if you were trying to set the apartment on fire.
Aiba looks almost injured, so he snatches a pancake off the plate, a small round one and pops it into his mouth. This is really good, he talks with his mouth full of food, and stuffs one into Aiba's mouth too. That's enough pancakes, you don't have to make any more, come and have breakfast together.
The smile is back on Aiba's face instantly. There's butter and maple syrup on the counter.
He helps Aiba set everything on the table, then grabs him and pushes him down onto the empty side of the table and kisses him thoroughly.
When he finally lets go Aiba is grinning and breathlessly exhales, what was that.
He winks.
Good morning.
Pairing: Sho/Aiba
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1748
Disclaimer: Don't own, all fiction.
Summary: There are many uses for food.
Notes: This is forlaurachan2, Happy Birthday!!! ^___^ ♥
Nino said you can't go wrong with fried chicken, but he's not such a cheap date and he would never think of bringing a girl on a first date for fried chicken, so it similarly applies.
Why bother, Nino snorts. Look, I have an even better idea: just go to Keikarou and get his parents to cook for you, all you need to do is praise the food there for him to be happy. Think of the cost savings!
Nino is a brat, he affirms, an adorable, charming brat he loves dearly, but definitely a brat.
Still, meat seems like a good direction. Yakiniku then. He hopes Aiba isn't sick of it, but somehow he doesn't think Aiba would enjoy the fine dining he always wows girls with as much. Or be as highly impressed.
This beef is good, he thinks, chomping his way through, but Aiba isn't eating much. Isn't eating as much as he usually does.
Are you not feeling well? Don't like the food here?
No, no, Aiba hastens to assure, I'm just...not very hungry.
He teases, but that has never stopped you before.
Aiba laughs a little, and stuffs a piece of meat into his mouth.
It is when Aiba nearly knocks his glass of beer over again that he realises Aiba is actually nervous. It makes him grin all the way inside.
When they part he thinks a little too long and too hard about if it's okay for a goodnight kiss. Aiba senses and chuckles, we've known each other too long to be acting coy and pretending to be demure now.
Okay, then do you want to go over to my place now?
Aiba throws his head back and laughs, Sho-chan, that's too forward. And too fast. You have no subtlety. Goodnight. There is a quick press of lips on his skin, and Aiba is running off to his car, the sound of his laughter trailing in the quiet dark carpark.
Driving home alone, still slightly drunk on the evening, he wonders what the world is coming to when Aiba Masaki is lecturing him on subtlety.
Aiba has been busy and he surprises him at his workplace one day with convenience store bentos grabbed along the way because he is just as busy. Aiba looks mildly surprised and pleased, nothing of the extreme reactions he had half been hoping for. If he admits, he is a little disappointed, but Aiba is already digging hungrily into his food, and he can't bring himself to say anything more.
Five minutes after Aiba has sent him off, rushing back to his work, his phone beeps with a new message.
You know, I wonder why it is that as long as I'm eating with you, no matter what it is, it always tastes better than eating alone.
Thank you.
Aiba gets slightly rowdy when he's drunk, or he cries a lot. Either way it's not always easy to handle him, but he's gotten the hang of it.
So he wasn't too perturbed when Aiba slumped over beside him and collasped onto his shoulder, yelling something into his ear when they were out drinking one night. Then Aiba started tearing and muttering incomprehensibly.
He continued drinking calmly. Knowing Aiba, it was probably one of those few familiar topics.
I really like you, Sho-chan.
Yes, yes.
Really, really, really. Like you. Very much.
I see.
No you...Urgh, I feel sick.
Hey, don't you throw up on me!
The next morning Aiba stares blearily at him in bed and looks like death. He handles over a glass and helps to pull Aiba into a sitting position. Aiba takes the glass without question and sips and immediately makes a face.
What the hell is this?
My special hangover concoction. Don't underestimate it, it actually works.
Sho-chan would know that.
You know me.
Aiba plays with his glass. Did I say anything last night?
Oh just the usual. No big deal.
Like, say, 'I like Sho-chan'?
Yeah, like I said, nothing much. Just your usual drunken ramblings.
Aiba falls very quiet.
It's not.
Hmm?
I mean, I did mean that. It's just hard to say it sober. Aiba's words come out in such a rush he almost didn't catch them.
Aiba takes a big gulp from the glass embarrassedly. And proceeds to gag. Urgh, this is really bitter.
He smiles.
All the better to wake you up with, so you can say it to me again.
Sober and fully awake.
Let's go somewhere nice for my birthday, he suggests.
Aiba only looks thoughtful as he says, no, leave it to me.
I have something planned.
After three hours the surprise turns out to be homecooked dinner. A lot of natto. A lot of mabo tofu. Curry he was pretty sure came instant from a packet. Something that resembled fried rice.
And, Aiba interjects apologetically, the gyoza is from my mum, really.
He looks at everything, then grabs Aiba in a hug without a word.
Sho-chan? Sho-chan... Aiba had stopped petting his head playfully about two minutes and is starting to wriggle awkwardly a little, not quite sure what to do with his hands. What's wrong? My food didn't quite scare you that much, did it.
Nothing, he muffles from Aiba's shoulder, nothing, can I just stay like that for a while.
He feels Aiba's arms coming back around his back. Okay. Okay. Aiba's voice is warm and moist on his ear and turns his bones into jelly and heart into mush.
When they part he is sure his cheeks are pink.
Sorry about that.
Aiba shakes his head vigorously, eyes soft. Uh-uh, it's fine.
As long as you finish everything I cooked, Aiba adds mischievously.
He smirks. If I do, do I get dessert?
Aiba's smile drops. Damn, I knew I forgot something...
Nevermind, I'll just eat you up for dessert then.
Aiba rolls his eyes. Sho-chan. Hentai.
Sho-chan, Aiba's voice is practically a whine two pitches higher, I did say you could anything you liked since it's your birthday, but don't you think this experimenting with chocolate syrup is getting out of hand?
You don't find this erotic and arousing?
No.
It doesn't spice up our sex life?
No.
Doesn't it turn you on?
Sho-chan, you've been watching too much porn.
Well, I thought it'll be fun to try something different.
Aiba sighs very deeply. Okay Sho-chan, it's fine if you want to do kinky, we can be kinky, I'll even prance around half-naked in a maid's outfit if that's your thing, but can we kink in a different way?
Some way that's not so sticky.
Aiba's face is a complete grimace. He sighs. Yeah, I guess this isn't the best idea in practice.
I'm glad you agree. I'll go wash off, Aiba practically leaps off the bed. Pity about the chocolate syrup.
Yeah, he sighs, it actually tasted pretty good. Especially on you.
Aiba smears one chocolate-covered palm down his cheek in retaliation before wadding into the bathroom, trying not to let the chocolate drip off him onto the floor.
He sprawls back onto the bed, dirty bedsheets and all, swipes one finger across his cheek and licks it.
Tastes pretty good, indeed.
He yells out to the direction of the running water in the bathroom, but I'm holding you to your word about the maid outfit.
Aiba's apartment always has the TV, radio or stereo blaring when Aiba is home alone, or any combination of the above, sound drifting through to the other side of the door. He raps on the door with some difficulty, arms laden with fried chicken.
KFC? Aiba's head pops out behind the door.
Yes, yes.
Good, Aiba cheers. I have the drinks, Mitsuya cider or Pepsi nex or Kirin beer, there's Pino for dessert and Tongari corn in place of popcorn for the movie later.
He shook his head in laughter. What is that.
Aiba grinned. Practice what you preach.
He groans and shoves the bucket at Aiba.
Looking at Aiba gnaw contently on a chicken, he comments out loud, you're so easily pleased.
Is that not a good thing. It's called 'low maintenance', would you prefer it to be the opposite.
He continues to watch Aiba eat, smile growing slowly on his face without his knowledge, I didn't say it was a bad thing.
It's more like, I'm envious.
But Sho-chan, you enjoy your food too.
It's different, somehow.
Aiba smiles and stuffs a fry into his mouth.
As long as you can derive pleasure from what you're eating, it's good.
He takes one of Aiba's fingers and sucks it. Aiba watches him intently, very still. When he meets Aiba's eyes there is only understanding.
How nice. It's nice.
Hey Sho-chan, I want my finger back. The food is getting cold.
He could only blurt out the one overriding thought in his mind when he releases Aiba's finger, never mind the consequences.
Tastes like chicken.
One morning he wakes up to the smell of something great, and something burning. In the kitchen he finds two piles of pancakes. One pile consists of pancakes that are burnt, half-cooked, deformed, or otherwise unfit for consumption. The other pile has all sorts of pancakes shapes, big ones, small, heart-shaped, circles, stars, ovals. Aiba is valiantly trying to flip the pancake over with the frying pan. He succeeds after three tries and flashes him a V-sign.
That's a lot of pancakes.
I just felt like having some this morning, Aiba lies blatantly, you want some too, since I made so much?
Okay.
Did the aroma wake you up, and Aiba is looking too expectantly at him.
No, he intones deliberately, it was the smell of something burnt, and I was wondering if you were trying to set the apartment on fire.
Aiba looks almost injured, so he snatches a pancake off the plate, a small round one and pops it into his mouth. This is really good, he talks with his mouth full of food, and stuffs one into Aiba's mouth too. That's enough pancakes, you don't have to make any more, come and have breakfast together.
The smile is back on Aiba's face instantly. There's butter and maple syrup on the counter.
He helps Aiba set everything on the table, then grabs him and pushes him down onto the empty side of the table and kisses him thoroughly.
When he finally lets go Aiba is grinning and breathlessly exhales, what was that.
He winks.
Good morning.