Inveigling

Jul 20, 2009 18:22

Sho walks into the dressing room and freezes in his tracks. Aiba is sprawled on the couch with a glorious pout on his face. Sho considers this and makes his decision in a matter of seconds; he very carefully and quietly backs out of the room. Unfortunately, he also backs right into Jun, who gives him a look of withering disdain and quickly brings up the rear, forcing Sho into the room again.

Aiba frowns and says, “Matsujun, Sho-san totally ignored me!” Jun replies dryly, “I wonder why,” as he takes out a fashion magazine from his man purse and starts flipping through it, eyes glazing over rapidly.

Aiba heaves a great theatrical sigh as Nino wends his way into the room and promptly flops down on the couch next to Aiba, all the while studying the apprehensive look on Sho’s face intently. He raises his eyebrows at Aiba, who gives a little moue. When Ohno finally meanders into the room, he is greeted by Aiba lustily bellowing, “No, no, I wanna go fishing with Captain so I can be ravished out on the ocean!”

Four pairs of eyes snap up as Ohno muses, “That sounds like a good idea,” stroking the stubble on his chin thoughtfully.

Sho twitches. Aiba beams all around. Nino grins up at Ohno lazily and tells Aiba not to molest Oh-chan’s butt too much. Jun clears his throat loudly and reaches out to give Aiba a little pinch on the arm. Aiba obediently parrots, “And no more using the sunblock as lube!”

Sho drops to the ground in a dead faint.

fic, arashi

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