Starwberry and Whip-creme? [Saga/Shou] - One Shot

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: Strawberries and Whip-creme?
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Romance, slight angst, slight crack
Warnings: Innuendo, touching, kissing
Rating: PG-15

Pairing: Saga / Shou
Bands: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Summary: Saga is about to spend the must peculiar birthday day. Peculiar in more ways than one ...

Strawberries and Whip-creme?


“I'm not good at staring games Saga-chi ...” composedly informed the vocalist, while nonchalantly tapping his fingers on the bassist kitchen table, whom silently sat on the opposite side of the table contemplating, and trying his best not to make eye contact with Shou “...and here I thought you'd have loads of ideas ...” nonchalantly resumed Shou, feign disappointment painted all over his voice tone, as he hid his mouth behind his raised hands, though anyone could have told by simply looking at his eyes that he was grinning.

“What made you think that? ...” nervously inquired Saga, staring down at his kitchen table, feeling incredibly awkward, like a child whose hands were stock into the cookie jar, which was firmly being held by his parent, whom was enjoying the displayed punishment. Yet the words the taller had professed were still strolling in his mind, in clear view, so they could be seen and absolutely not ignored, in the same way in which Shou was clearly sitting in front of him.

“I have my reason” shrugged the vocalist, dropping his back on the chair “... common!” he then exclaimed, as the bassist merely raised his eyes at the elated looking vocalist, keeping himself completely immobile on his seat “... you have me for a whole day, doing whatever it is you want me to do as a gift for your birthday, and you are telling me that there is nothing you would like for me to do?” incredulously argued the younger, his eyes however showed all but shock in them, to Saga, they seemed possessed with mischief.

“And I did tell you that I need nothing ...” insisted the elder, trying to understand his current situation, and the words that were so reluctantly coming out of his mouth. Yes, he wanted for the other to do him a few favors, but they were obviously things he would ever have the guts to ask. No way. Though, how many times had he envisioned such a scenario? Usually, they were both on each other, either it be on a bed, on the floor, even on the kitchen table, and Shou eagerly would purr do with me as you please. And he did indeed as he pleased.

One of the reasons why silence was so uncomfortable was that it brought awareness. Shou hadn't replied and simply sat sizing him up, while the bassist could distinctively feel and hear the raging beat of his heart. It was so freaking loud he wondered if the other could hear it, he wondered if his heart was moving in and out of his chest so blatantly like in those cartoons where the character was suddenly lovestruck. Him, the eternal Will E. Coyote, destined to forever chase his Beep-beep, whom out of the blue decided to offer himself to him, with no apparent reason or trick. What would Will E. Coyote do?

He'd cook the hell out of that turkey, in the same way you should bang the fuck out of that singer! Said a voice inside of him, which existence entirely threw him off. Yes he wanted to get frisky with younger but he'd be gentle; in the best of his abilities. He obviously means to do something for you, to cook something, or buy you something, I mean, it is quite legit as a close friend of yours, anyone could ask the same exact thing. Get your head out of the gutter, and into reality, bass-licking-boy! Said another voice, which unfortunately for him, made perfect sense.

Even though his next course of action seemed painfully obvious, he wasn’t allowed a second more to agree with his "better self" for the umpteenth time, when Shou calmly got of his seat, gracefully strode right behind his chair, and as he leaned into his ear, the bassist gulped and began to sweat; was this really about to happen?

“How about a massage for now? ...” proposed the vocalist. His voice wasn't sensual, nor suggestive, but it didn't seem innocent either, or was it? There was a high chance that he was trying really hard to see something more in it. Then again, was a massage truly ever purely innocent?

“Sure ...” swiftly replied the bassist, comfortable leaning back on his chair, his legs spread open, as he tried to relax the best he could from the quick rush he conceded himself some seconds ago “... you can start you know?” impatiently incited the bassist, not feeling the vocalist hands on his shoulder, and wanting the moment to quickly come to pass for two very good reasons. The first was simply that the less he was touched by the younger, the better it would have been for the both of them. The second was that he already sensed shady movements happening in the groin zone, and he wasn't in the mood to start explaining spontaneous erecting activities between his legs.

“I was just wondering whether you wouldn't rather be laid? ...” calmly inquired the vocalist, at which Saga quickly turned to face the vocalist wide eyed, in utter confusion and frustration.

“W-w-w-what do you mean "laid"? ...” stuttered the bassist.

“like ... on the couch? Laying flat? So that I can reach more places other than your shoulder? ...” bemusedly explained the taller, looking at the still shocked bassist, as if he were stating something that was indeed very straightforward.

“Right ...” quickly replied Saga, turning to newly face forward “... no, I think I am fine right here, you know just my shoulders need massaging, because they are stiff you know, with the bass carrying and all, they feel rock hard-I mean hard … like a rock” blubbered the bassist, as he heard the vocalist carelessly smirk.

“Hai hai, whatever ...” answered the vocalist, as he cracked his fingers, after which he placed his hands on the bassist shoulder, and began to apply pressure “... wow, you really are stiff uh?” he observed, as he increased the pressure on one particular area between his blades “... it actually would help if you relaxed … its just a massage Saga-chi” he humorously suggested, as the bassist merely nodded and wish it were as simple as that.

“Ah ...there, right there ...” he then mumbled a few composure draining minutes into his non-sensual, non-ideal, massage.

“Here?” asked the vocalist.

“Yes … there ...” lazily replied Saga. It really felt amazing, the whole thing, ever since Shou had began had been heavenly “... you are actually really good at this” he observed, as he tried to keep his eyes open.

“Thank you ...” genuinely replied the taller “... I had quite some practice during the years ...” he added with a bit of pride, which made the bassist grin, remembering that, withholding all the sex appeal for a moment, Shou's tenderness and simplicity were all things he greatly appreciated in him “... but I can't cook for shits, so that is out of the question. As well as cleaning, or going out, because I am currently feeling lazy like that, so if you were thinking of asking me does two things think again ...” he specified, as he kept rubbing the bassist back “... it is only twelve, the day is young so I would say take your time, but don't waste it ...” his advices, plunging Saga into another taunting dilemma.

“But you brought strawberries and stuff ...” he almost whined, as he tried to settle down his thoughts, and hormones.

“Yes, but doesn’t mean I have to cook them right? ...” he softly smirked “... reason why I also brought whip cream among the things” he added, as Saga's face must have dropped, explaining the following question “... what? Did you think I was going to bake you a strawberry shortcake?” he inquired laughing, at which Saga shrugged, while loosing himself in his thoughts once again.

If he was not going to cook, or clean, or even go out, what exactly was he supposed to be thinking of? Did he wanted them to draw pictures together like kindergartners, or play play-station? He wasn't into does type of things, Shou should have known, it was his birthday after all, so there was no way he was expecting him to do as much. Looks like voice of "shitting good reason" fucked up this time … reappeared his "incident self" … Nothing to retort uh? Yeah, because this time you was fucking wrong dawg! This time I read the situation right on point, and what you need to do, bass-licking-boy, is to lick somet-

“Oookay! ...” Saga exclaimed instantly darting off his chair, turning to face a silently bamboozled inquisitive Shou “... it was great, thank you! I feel lots better, really, thank you very much!” hurried the bassist, as the vocalist simply smiled at him, after which his eyes began to roam inside a kitchen he'd seen plenty times before already “Well ...” Saga lowly announced, clapping his hands together as if to call it a day.

“Yup, what next? ...” excitedly inquired the vocalist, as he walked himself to the living room.

“Next ...” trailed off the bassist, following the vocalist into his own living room, and observing the younger pulling the curtain close; during broad daylight.

“Yeah, what do you want me to do next ...” encouraged Shou, turning around to face a speechless bassist, after he'd finished closing all the curtains in the living room “... once again, I truly thought that you'd be more … inclined to initiative? ...” he remarked, as he resumed walking “... but I'll tell you what, I'll go get those strawberries and whip cream, so get comfy, I'll be back” he announced, and disappeared in the kitchen, as Saga dropped on his loveseat with a exhaling like he'd just ran a marathon. Truly though, when was he ever going to have a chance like this again? And it wasn't just him right? Shou was really being a bit … instigating? Right? “Missed me? ...” playfully questioned the younger as he came back in with a bowl of strawberries in one hand, and tube of whip cream in the other.

“Lots ...” jokingly replied the bassist, trying to laugh in the least awkward way possible “... I'll go get some plat-” he then tried to offer, but he was instantly interrupted by the vocalist.

“No need for those ...” he said with a smile “... just sit down, and make space for me” he requested, at which Saga slowly sat back on his couch which he hadn't even noticed he'd got off from. The bassist, then moved to one side of the loveseat, leaving space for the vocalist as requested, as Shou walked towards him and stopped in front of him.

“I said make space for me ...” he snickered still holding up the bowl and whip creme.

“What's wrong with that side of the chair? ...” confusingly chuckled the bassist, looking to see if there was any suspicious stains he had missed to clean in one of his exciting and passionate self-gratifying dates. “... you may not think so, but it is clean I swear ...” he added, as the taller was yet still standing.

“Just uncross your arms Takashi ...” sighed the taller, playfully rolling his eyes as he called the bassist by his real name, as if he were a frustrated mother.

“Alright Kazumasa ...” Saga replied in tone, unfolding his arms, and swiftly widening his eyes at the younger as if to ask now what? And without any warning, Shou plopped on his laps, smiling like what he did was the most normal action in the world, as he placed the bowl and tube in the empty space, where the bassist was expecting he would have sat.

“Now say aah ...” he politely order, after having sprayed a bit of whip crème at the tip of one strawberry, hovering it close to his still closed in shocked mouth. Was Shou currently sitting very close to his soon to be rampant hard-on? Down johnny boy, I know you have all the right to get excited, but please just stay down … he continuously repeated to himself as he kept his mouth closed, staring at Shou looking rather lost “... Saga? ...” called the vocalist, in a slightly worried tone, still holding the covered in whip crème berry.

This was cruel. If this were to have been some sort of dream, or a prank from the vocalist, it would have been the most messed up shit in the world. It would have been not funny at all, not in the way he actually felt for the younger, and particularly not in the way he was restrain himself to merely not touch him. Lowering his eyes to himself, Saga erased any trace of any smile form his features, and began to pity himself more than he ever had so far.

“Hey ...” tactfully called the vocalist “... what's wrong? I'm sorry, I- … I just thought that-sorry I … I'll get off if you want” kept apologizing the younger, sounding almost mortified.

“No ...” quickly replied the bassist, holding the vocalist down by his waist, after which he swiftly withdraw his hands to himself “... don't apologize … not if you are not trying to take this where it seems to be going” he tried to joke, while lightly smirking, but this time Shou didn't smile, as he kept staring at his chest abashed, expression which didn't take too long for Saga to decide that he didn't particularly fancied. Thus, resignedly and incredulous of what he was about to say, not having imagined this moment coming if not so soon, ever at all, Saga breath out, and looked straight at a still gaze averting Shou “Listen Kazumasa … I … I really like you. I have feelings for you, and no matter how a part of me might be ecstatic at you acting as flirtatious as you were, another part of me, the more present part of me, wishes so earnestly for this to be real, and would be crushed it found out that it weren't” he confidently explained “... I want you so bad” he then almost desperately added “... right now, I want to touch you, in that way … so bad” he reinforced, pathetically grinning to himself.

“Then touch me in that way ...” calmly replied Shou, seriously stated the younger, placing the strawberry in the bowl, and slightly moving up the bassist laps “... seriously Saga-chi, would I have been sitting on your laps with a whip-creme covered berry if I hadn't wanted this to … go in the way it seemed to be going?” he innocently smiled, gingerly grabbing the bassist's hands and placing them on his chest beneath his shirt. Then, with a smooth move he took off his said shirt exposing his torso, at a slightly mouth gaping and transfixed looking Saga.

A few seconds of silence, immobility and deep breathing later, Saga slowly began to feel Shou's chest, moving his hands around its upper part, and expectantly towards the lower part, getting excited at every inch of skin, which his still unbelieving fingers were exploring. Then, realizing the urge of finally doing something he had been dying to do, he hurriedly placed one of his hands on the back of Shou's neck, and while pulling himself up, he pulled him down, and kissed him.

Fervently, but gently, impatiently, but savoring every second of it as their tongues kept hungrily mashes and entangling each other, their lips roughly and carelessly clashing. Shou suddenly closed their distance while they kissed, completely ignoring the elder's rather noticeable erection, as he languidly grinding on it with his, while first placing his hands on both sides of Saga's face, after which he trailed them down his body, ending at the hem of the bassist shirt, which he pulled off him.

The kiss then became slow, Saga placing both his hands at the bottom of Shou's back, whom was slightly raised up on his knees, which were straddling the bassist on his couch. The younger then slightly lowered his head, from his lightly higher position, to tenderly peck Saga's lips, after which he raised his head just a little, as they both gazed at each other. This succession went on for what seemed a pleasurable eternity, Saga still tightly holding on, and Shou absently passing his hands between Saga's locks with one hand, and smoothing the other on the elder's toned pectorals, while dropping a kiss very now and then.

“If I had known you felt the same way I did ...” suddenly began Saga, as he began to soothingly move his hands up and down Shou's back “... I would have stopped dancing around you like a fucking ballerina from the royal ballet!” he smirked “... I would have asked you out long ago” he added in a low tone, at which Shou modestly smiled, which didn't last too long, as he slowly changed expression to a more careful feeling one.

“Saga-chi? ...” he tenderly called, as the elder raised his eye-brows in reply “... you do know that sometimes, most of the times, dreams are a representation of our true desires and instincts? ...” he gingerly questioned, as he kept soothingly pass his digits thorough his hair.

“Yes ...” cautiously replied Saga, suddenly waiting for the bomb to drop.

“Then you should waste no more time and ask me out ...” Shou assertively stated “... in real life?” he then added almost in a whisper, and sounding incredibly apologetic.

“Real … life ...” tentatively repeated Saga, trying to keep his cool.

“Yes Saga-chi ...” dismally replied Shou “... because this is unfortunately a dream, but-!” he quickly reinforced, pulling up with his index and middle Saga's close to tears face, he leaned in, making sure that their eyes locked “... it doesn’t have to keep being a dream, we need to stop meeting this way. So when I come today, just open your mouth, and ask me out. Capish?” he firmly instructed, and before he could reply anything, his eyes opened and stared and his ears focused on the annoying sound that his alarm clock was currently torturing him.

“Figured ...” sighed Saga, turning his face to angrily rub it on his pillow “... happy fucking birthday Saga!” he mumbled into it. Yet, it was true that dreams like this were becoming more and more vivid, it was also true that he was indeed getting all sorts of vibes from Shou, but it was also still quite true that he didn't have the balls to do anything about it. Sighing, he got off his bed, and dragged himself to get rid of the best not-reality induced boner of his life, and maybe, why not, even take a shower, though he wasn't planning on going anywhere. His plan for the day was to lay on his couch, answer birthday texts and calls, read birthday mails and tweets, all from the comfort of his own apartment.

Though, as the bell of his apartment suddenly rang, a few replied texts messages later, he should have figured that perhaps his mother would have gone through the hassle of getting on a shinkansen and coming to visit her MIA in family business son. However, he could very well pretend to not be home, and having gone out to party with his friends; it was his birthday after all. Yet, she was his mother after all, and even he wasn't as cruel as to ignore his won mother; or at least he was one very close ring away from being so.

“Coming coming ...” he yelled and stumbled towards his entrance, with a weird sense of de-ja vu, for even though he thought it was his mother, he felt like it wouldn't have been. Not bothering to check through the peephole, he opened his front door “Mo-” he started to say, but suddenly stopped as he stared at Shou, who smiled at him.

“Happy birthday!” he wished, pulling up a shopping bag.

“.... strawberries and whip-creme?” he hesitantly inquired, as the other weirdly looked at him.

“Yes ...” bemusedly replied Shou, as he swiftly looked at his bag to see whether it was see-through, while he walked into the apartment.

“... are you by any chance going to I don' t know … offer to do anything I want you to do for a day?” he then attempted, remembering that this was exactly how his dream had began. Him believing that his mother had been the one ringing at the bell, and finding Shou instead. He was suddenly getting very excited.

“Maybe ...” smirked Shou, dropping the merchandise on the living room table, as Saga bitterly smiled, in his head vividly hearing the voices of an invisible public sympathetically going Aaaaw … “but … I was going to feed them to you ...” he then added glimpsing up at him, and back into his bag bringing out the strawberry and tube of whip-creme “... if you'd like me to that is” he then shyly trialed off, clearly avoiding eye-contact, while Saga's roller coaster of emotions newly sky-rocketed upwards.

“Sure ...” he smirked, as he began to calculate his every move “... how about over there” he nonchalantly suggested pointing at his loveseat.

“Sounds perfect ...” smiled the younger, with a slight blush “...as I thought, you are the initiative inclined type of person” he observed.

“You know me ...” smugly replied the bassist, as he grabbed the strawberries and whip-creme, and took them to him towards the love seat, placing them on one side of them, and dropping himself on the other. Saga wasn't quite sure as to where he was getting all this present cockiness from but he decided to simply go with it for the time being, unless things began to just not feel optimal like they weirdly were at the moment. Plus, if he had to be rejected, he might have as well acted cool while he was at it.

Meanwhile, Shou had followed right behind him suddenly looking rather confused, as he stood in front of the bassist, observing that there was no place for him to seat, which instantly alarmed the bassist, making him impulsively reach for the berries and whip-creme on the other side of the couch to remove them, but as soon as he reached for them, he stopped, turned to look up at Shou and suddenly said

“... Did … did you know that dreams are a representation of our true desires and instincts? ...” he randomly inquired, at which Shou remained silent for a few seconds looking disbelieving, but after which he began to laughing “... what's funny? ...” hesitantly inquired Saga, as he dejectedly began to replace the objects he was holding.

“Nothing, just ...” resumed the younger “... it is funny you should say so, because I think … we just might have had the same dream” he resignedly stated, while he incredulously shook his head.

“So ...” gingerly attempted the bassist “... I am not lifting this stuff away” he inquired, at which Shou smiled and shook his head “... and am I "making space" for you?” he then questioned, swiftly looking at his own laps, after having dropped the item, at which Shou smiled, readily sitting on his laps, and three very short seconds later they burst out laughing “... so uhm … would you go out with me?” smugly inquired the bassist, whose every fear had magically vanished, allowing him to feel as cocky as he wanted and felt he'd soon needed to be.

“Sure ...” snickered the vocalist “... but … now what happens? My dream kinda ended here ...” he questioned in feign worry. Thus, Saga moved the vocalist to sit on himself sideways, and got them both up, carrying the vocalist bride style, as he began to walk towards his bedroom, and with all his eagerness, impatience, and tremendous relief, he replied.

“... We go to bed, and find out”.

Fin

AN: Since it was the birthday of my favorite Alice Nine member though as well to write a little cute fan-fic~. Hope you enjoyed it. And Happy birthday again Saga-san!

Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-