5 Times Sakuraiba almost went all the way, but Nino interrupted, +1 Time Nino joined
Title: 5 Times Sakuraiba almost went all the way, but Nino interrupted, +1 Time Nino joined
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aiba/Sho, Aiba/Sho/Nino (as per the title would suggest)
Genre: Prompt
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: From the Sakuraiba-thon here. Yes, I joined the bandwagon and yes I'm a little late. Not betaed for time's sake.
1.
It was his first attempt at seducing Sho-chan and he wanted it to be perfect.
Since they were all still quite young and mostly living at home, the only opportunity he really had was when they were on tour and could share a room together.
Aiba had had to promise Jun-kun yakiniku for a week to get him to agree to the change of accommodations, but his plan had been a relative success so far and Sho had just finished his shower after a thorough rehearsal. Aiba knew that the rapper liked to walk around for a little while in just his towel to dry off, so the younger Arashi member dove for the bathroom before the mist had even cleared off the mirror to take his own turn.
Not even sure if he was actually clean, he showered so fast (just in case Sho was feeling shy today and put his clothes back on already), Aiba stepped out of the bathroom in just a towel, his hair still soaked and sending drops of water onto his shoulders and down his back.
The rapper was sitting at the small desk next to the TV looking through a page of notes, but glanced over at Aiba in surprise as the younger man left the bathroom. Luckily enough, he hadn’t put any clothes on yet.
“That was quick, Aiba-chan. Usually you take like half an hour.”
Trying to push away his butterflies, the idol smiled and shrugged. “I didn’t want to hog the bathroom…”
Sho nodded distractedly and turned back to the notebook in front of him, running his finger down the lines once more and staring at it intently.
“Hey, Sho-chan…” Aiba started, coming up behind his friend and looking at their reflection in the mirror on the wall in front of them. “You’ve been stressed lately, right? Why don’t you let me give you a massage?”
The older idol looked up at Aiba’s reflection, and his energetic band mate was already rubbing his shoulders firmly, in a way that he had been praised for many times.
“I really need to finish reviewing this, Aiba…” he said, but his tone gave away the fact that he was considering the offer.
“Won’t you have time tomorrow?” the idol asked coyly and shot the rapper a bright smile, which Sho couldn’t help but return.
“I guess…”
Aiba pictured giving himself a high five and then helped Sho stretch out on his bed in a good position, his stomach to the mattress and head resting heavily on one of the pillows.
“That’s a good boy, Sho-chan… just relax…”
In actuality Aiba had intended to give him a massage and then go from there, but when the towel hanging precariously off of the rapper’s waist fell to the side a little farther as the older man shifted on the bed, he couldn’t see anything but that perfect ass.
When he touched it, Sho started and turned his head to glance behind him. “Aiba, what are you doing?”
Aiba’s eyes fell into a pleading look and he groped the exposed ass quite firmly. The truth came tumbling from his lips before he could stop it.
“I’m sorry, Sho-chan. I really did want to make you relax, but I was planning on seducing you and I really want you, you’re so handsome…Please, just let me touch you just a little, just a little…” he begged and then leaned over to kiss Sho’s shoulder as the older idol tried to turn.
“W-wait a second,” the rapper whispered, holding Aiba’s face firmly in his hands so he could stop the other man’s movements and get a good look at his expression. “What?”
“I want to have sex with you,” was the blatant reply.
Sho didn’t respond and generally looked stunned so Aiba kissed him softly on the lips, trying to elicit a reaction.
But Sho kissed him back and when they broke apart for breath he whispered, “Okay.”
Covering the older man on the bed, Aiba positioned himself between Sho’s legs and tossed two towels onto the floor, already stroking both of their erections together although he was much harder than the rapper was.
Impatient, the aggressive idol was already positioning himself at Sho’s ass, even though the other idol was trying to calm him down.
“Aiba, you need something-“ he cringed as he began to be stretched with no preparation.
“What’re you guys doing?”
Sho and Aiba both turned towards the door, where Nino was standing in the entranceway with his duffle bag over his shoulder, watching them curiously. His sweaty hair was pulled back by several brightly colored clips.
“You guys didn’t have to shower together. I’m sure one of you could have used Ohno’s…”
Pushing Aiba off of him without trying to make it obvious, Sho rotated away from the gamer in hopes that he wouldn’t see his erection, but Aiba stood up a few seconds later and walked towards Nino, picking up the discarded towels and haphazardly covering his own.
“And why were you wresting on Sakurai’s bed? Aiba-chan, you’d better not be picking on him or something…”
Before Aiba could respond, Sho offered, “It wasn’t anything like that, we were just messing around, you know…”
The rapper winced as he realized that had more implications than he’d meant to give, but Nino grinned and nodded as if he wanted to join in.
“What’re you doing here, Nino?” Aiba asked quickly, securing one of the towels around his waist while Sho wrapped himself up in the white sheet of his bed.
The gamer looked at him curiously. “You didn’t hear? Last minute room changes. I guess Jun got sick after dinner so they asked me to stay in here so that he could have the room to himself.”
Aiba cursed under his breath as Nino plopped down on Sho’s bed, looking at the older member with a questioning stare. Sho flushed and pulled the sheets up more.
After a few minutes of none of them saying anything, Nino turned on the TV and then grinned widely.
It was on the porn channel.
“Oh. So that’s what you were doing…”
Aiba excused himself into the bathroom and left Sho floundering for an excuse, blushing from ear to ear.
2.
“Aiba, stop it-“
“But Sho-chan, you said you would have sex with me yesterday….”
“That’s because I was exhausted and wasn’t thinking straight…“
“So what?”
“Aiba-“
“…”
“Masaki-“
“…”
“Stop…Ahhh…”
“What’re you guys doing?”
3.
Stumbling into his hotel room in the dark, Sho was half asleep even before his head hit his pillow, exhausted from the concert they had just returned from. Aiba had given him a beer on the way home to relax him, but it had only made him more tired and less aware of his surrounding and unable to hear the door to his hotel room slowly click open.
Eyes were shining in the dim light filtering in from the haphazardly closed drapes as the predator stalked closer to his prey.
Aiba ran his hand up Sho’s jean clad leg as he drew near, grinning when the rapper didn’t respond at all, didn’t even open his eyes.
Telling himself he was just helping his friend out--was going to make sure he got a good night of sleep--Aiba started on Sho’s belt buckle with snail-paced movements, watching his friend’s face for any sign of realization… but the older man was just breathing contently, his head limp to one side.
Pulling down the pants as carefully as he could, Aiba stopped when Sho twitched and twisted his head to lay on the opposite cheek with furrowed eyebrows, but the rapper didn’t wake up so Aiba continued after a few pounding heartbeats.
Next came the underwear and Aiba gradually eased himself onto the bed, straddling his victim and undoing his own fly, palming his cock, which was already hard in anticipation. He watched Sho again, finally ready to wake the other idol up, and slowly slipped his fingers under the t-shirt his counterpart had worn back to the hotel, pushing it up so that he could examine the nipples underneath.
As Aiba took one of them between two fingers, squeezing it gently, Sho’s eyes slowly began fluttering open and he tried to turn his head in his lethargic daze to see what was happening to him. Aiba’s free hand went to the rapper’s soft cock and began stroking him before he could resist.
“What-“ Sho tried to ask with parted lips, but Aiba gave him a mischievous smile and then pushed him into the mattress with a firm kiss.
The older idol was making an attempt to struggle, but couldn’t form a coherent thought, and so a second later his legs were raised to Aiba’s shoulders with almost no resistance. Aiba leaned back to look at his prize and then licked his lips.
“Here I go Sho-chan…” He was pressing his cock against the rapper and Sho tried to argue, to tell him to at least get some lube for God’s sake, but he was distracted by the sudden invasion of light from the hallway as the door opened.
“Ne, Sho-chan,” came a quiet voice, and as the light on the wall behind Aiba’s shoulders disappeared again, the predator turned just in time to see Nino’s head pop around the corner, his mouth opened in an unasked question.
He blinked at them and then frowned.
“Sho-chan, Oh-chan went to bed already and I feel lonely. Can I sleep in here?” he asked blatantly, staring at the rapper still pinned under Aiba.
When neither of them moved, frozen from shock, Nino walked forward and sat on the bed next to them, staring blatantly at the bigger man.
Aiba swallowed and blushed, then dropped Sho’s legs back to the mattress and zipped up his pants with a wince. He stood and stared at the covered window in embarrassment, and Nino seemed to be completely ignoring the fact that Sho was laying on the bed mostly naked with an erection as he snuggled up next to the rapper.
Stealing a glance at his two friends, Aiba handed Sho his boxers back after a pleading look, and then pushed the couple over so he could lay on the bed on Sho’s other side.
He glared at Nino for trying to take his Sho-chan away, but the gamer was already breathing heavily and clinging to Sho’s arm.
4.
Aiba was kissing him desperately, running his hands across his ass and thrusting his hips against Sho’s.
The level headed one had tried to convince him to stop, but he knew that there was no such thing as self control when it concerned Aiba and him.
“It’ll still be like an hour until Jun-kun is done…” Aiba begged. They were hidden (not very well) behind a rack of clothing in a makeshift dressing room and luckily enough there was only a minimum staff required for this particular interview and therefore they had been left alone for a few minutes.
“Okay, okay-“ Sho ruffled as Aiba groped his cock through his pants. “If we go into the waiting room I’ll give you a blow job-“ he offered in a quiet voice, even though he knew the other man wouldn’t be satisfied with just that. But maybe it would sate his desire long enough for them to finish the interview and get somewhere more private.
And although Sho had been correct and the animal enthusiast gave him a pout, he was being dragged towards the waiting room that had been abandoned since they had left the brief that morning.
Once the door was closed behind them, Aiba locked it and immediately went for Sho’s waist, undoing his pants and pulling them down a few inches while the rapper tried frantically to stop him.
“I’m sorry, Sho-chan, I can’t,” Aiba whined, unbuttoning his own jeans with one hand while the other gripped onto the back of the other man’s shirt. “I want to fuck you so bad right now…” he whispered against Sho’s neck and it was obvious there was no way he could be refused.
Aiba directed his partner to the back of the couch, which was facing a wall in front of them, and before Sho had even properly set his hands on it to hold himself up, his ass was bared as his pants were pulled down farther. He was forced to bend over the sofa with a hand on the back of his head and before he could even take another breath, Aiba’s finger, wet with saliva from his mouth, was inside of him.
“Fuck-“ Sho gasped, trying to push himself up, but he was still being held in place by the bigger idol. “Fuck-Aiba…Stop!”
“I can’t, Sho-chan, I’m so hard…” Aiba mumbled, pumping his hand slowly inside of him and causing the rapper to let out an involuntary groan.
“Stop!!” The older man said again, more firmly this time, and even reached back to punch Aiba in the stomach as hard as he could in the awkward position.
At the violence Aiba immediately stepped away from the couch, holding his abs and frowning deeply in hurt.
Sho turned to him, then adverted his eyes and started pulling up his pants, tucking his shirt in along the way with a bright red face.
Nino sat up from where he had been laying on the couch with a smirk and gave Aiba a half hearted apologetic look.
“Sorry… I was going to wait until you were done to say anything…”
Aiba blushed and Sho rushed out of the room as fast as he could.
5.
Sho was naked and sweating and hot and just like Aiba liked him.
“Are you ready? I’m going to fuck you so hard, Sho-chan,” he whispered against the rapper’s ear and was compensated with a low moan as the man underneath him writhed. Aiba’s fingers were stretching him, feeling his insides, and showing him what was going to be happening in just a few more seconds.
“Do it… Masaki…” Sho whispered, grasping onto the younger idol’s shoulders.
Suddenly a faint melody was heard throughout the bedroom. It was Sho’s cell phone ringing from where he had left it on Aiba’s dresser and it made both men freeze.
“It’s just Nino,” Aiba mumbled after a second, recognizing the tone, and bent over Sho again, stroking the rapper’s cock to regain his attention.
“…Ye-yeah…” Sho gasped, pulling Aiba back to him.
The music died after a few seconds, but just when Aiba was about to enter his sexy lover, it started again.
Sho glanced over at the lit up phone, but Aiba twisted his head back to him with a gentle hand on his cheek. He tried to kiss him, but the rapper spoke up in a hushed voice.
“What if it’s an emergency?”
“He can call Ohno… or Jun…” Aiba said with a weak tone, but he also knew that if Nino needed their help he shouldn’t turn the gamer down.
The phone stopped again, but after just a few seconds of silence it lit up once more and Sho pushed Aiba off of him to answer.
“Nino? …Yeah. No, I’m with Aiba right now…” There was a pause in which Aiba was actually quite worried that something had happened, but he frowned when he heard Sho’s next words. “Are you drunk?”
Aiba tried to pout at his Sho-chan, but the rapper was ignoring him, already picking up his clothes from where they had been left on the floor earlier.
“Okay, it’s fine. Just stay there will you? We’ll come pick you up.”
Cursing Nino for his bad timing (or good, depending), Aiba followed his lover in collecting his pants and shirt and instead of cuddling with Sho after a hot bout of sex he instead spent the night trying to pry Nino off of the rapper.
6.
Sho wanted it bad.
Although the day had started off with a few teasing touches from Aiba, which was normal, Sho had really started to feel off after the nipple shirts.
Nino had insisted on cutting the holes for him and while he was doing so, pinched his nipple “on accident”. This alone put the rapper on edge, but then the little brat sent him a grin and made the same mistake again on the other side.
When the filming was finally over, Sho tried to hurry to the dressing room and attempt to regain what he could of his dignity, but Aiba had groped his ass, told him the shirt was sexy on him, and then cornered him before he could change.
It still wasn’t anything unusual for the newscaster, who often had to fight Aiba off of him in order to get any work done, but when the taller man playfully pressed a forefinger to each of his exposed nipples Sho almost moaned.
God, he wanted Aiba inside of him so badly…
But they had a recording appointment after this and who knew when they would have time to do something. Fuck, Sho didn’t even think he had time to jerk off in the bathroom.
When he wasn’t pushed away, Aiba looked down at Sho curiously and touched his face lightly, slowly leaning down for a kiss even though they both knew he shouldn’t do doing something like that right here.
Jun called over to them, already in his street clothes and prepared to leave, and Aiba grinned sheepishly and released Sho, who was aching all over.
The van ride to the next studio was hell.
Although he was sitting in the middle row with Aiba, just like they always did, Sho could hear Nino’s voice from the backseat where he was having a light-hearted conversation with Ohno. Somehow they had gotten on the topic of sex, which consisted of Nino asking dirty questions about Ohno’s private life even though Leader wasn’t sharing any of the details with him. It was one of the rare secrets that he still wouldn’t talk about despite Nino’s constant nagging (which usually worked). And all the while Jun was in the front seat dozing with his headphones on and not interjecting in the discussion.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, about halfway through their trip, Aiba’s hand came to rest on Sho’s thigh, his fingers inching between his legs, and the rapper had to stare out the window to keep himself from letting out some sort of noise.
Fuck, he was hard. He was hard in the middle of a van full of his best friends and he couldn’t collect the motivation to push Aiba’s hand away.
Nino eventually made Aiba join in on their conversation, asking casually how often he got laid in a week, how long he could last, how many times he could make his partner come in a row.
Sho tried to keep his breathing normal and Aiba smoothly dodged the questions with a smile. He made an attempt to turn them back on the gamer, but by then they had arrived at their destination.
Feeling Nino’s eyes on him as he tried to walk toward their recording room in an indifferent manner, the rapper pulled the bottom of his shirt down unconsciously and stood as far away from Aiba as he thought he could without hurting the feelings of the animal enthusiast.
And then a miracle happened.
“I’m sorry,” the studio manager said, bowing. “We’re having problems with the equipment in one of the recording rooms, so we only have one to use for this session.”
Sho’s heart leapt. If that was the case they’d be here for twice as long as it usually took, and most of that time would be waiting.
“I know that Arashi is very busy and we deeply apologize for this inconvenience.”
None of them said anything, since their managers had no doubt been notify of the change and would be fixing their schedules right now, and as Ohno stepped forward to be lead to the working studio a few door down (Leader always went first for music recordings), the rest of them turned to head to the familiar waiting room.
But Sho pulled Aiba back by the arm and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “Masaki…I want to have sex.”
The taller man’s eyes widened and it was obvious he hadn’t picked up on the reason for Sho’s strange behavior.
“…Right now?” he asked tentatively, but his eyes had gotten dark and the rapper tightened his grip on his arm and nodded slowly.
Aiba looked up and down the hallway (the rest of the group had disappeared into the waiting room with some of the staff) and then swallowed and pulled Sho the opposite direction, towards the recording studio.
The door had a note on it designating it at the one with the broken equipment, and Aiba fumbled with the knob while Sho pressed himself into the taller man’s back, closing his eyes and trying to force himself to wait just a few more seconds. He could already feel Aiba’s hands tearing at his clothes, groping his ass, fucking him slowly.
“…Hurry…” Sho gasped under his breath when the unused studio wasn’t opened right away.
But it was unlocked and the two of them slipped in with minimal noise.
Aiba dragged him past the boards of buttons and gauges, explaining in a rushed tone that if they went into the soundproof recording room that no one would hear them and he could fuck Sho as hard as he wanted to.
They went through the next door and Sho was pressed against the large window that was set between the room they were just in and the studio, Aiba desperately undoing his pants and kissing his neck through his hair.
“Fuck…hurry…!” Sho gasped, holding himself up by two flat palms on the window as Aiba ravaged him. His pants fell to his knees and Aiba’s fingers were in his mouth, running over his tongue, collecting as much saliva as he could.
One finger was inside of him. Sho let out another impatient groan, and then there were two.
“Are you ready Sho-chan?” came the reverent whisper, as if Aiba wasn’t sure the rapper knew what was good for himself right now.
“Yes, please, God, Masaki, fuck me!” Sho almost yelled, his forearms resting against the window too, trying to prepare him for what was coming.
Aiba was pushing into him and it felt amazing, that stretching sensation that he sometimes found uncomfortable, and the pain of not having lube was exactly what his body was begging for right now.
As the taller idol thrust into him once, Sho let out a moan and his head fell back a little. “Yes… please…”
When he overcame the overwhelming sense of satisfaction of being fucked, Sho readjusting himself against the window and then shivered when he saw a pair of eyes meet his through the pane.
“Fuck… Nino!” Sho gasped and Aiba slowed down, looking through the glass as Sho dropped his head against it, his eyes shut. The gamer was staring at the two of them with a serious expression from the other side of the recording studio.
“…Don’t stop,” the rapper pleaded after only one heartbeat. He didn’t care if Nino was watching. This was one time he wasn’t going to let Nino’s presence interrupt them.
Although he hesitated, Aiba started his thrusts again and Sho was moaning, his body shaking with the movements.
When the second door opened a few feet away from them and Nino joined the pair, the animal lover didn’t slow down and Sho only spared him a glance, mumbling, “I don’t care… I don’t care if you’re watching… fuck…”
Nino smirked and came closer.
“Good,” he whispered, and then ducked under Sho’s arms so that they were on either side of his head, and he was pressed against the window by the rapper’s body. “I can finally see what Sho looks like when he comes.”
“Wh-“ Sho tried to reply in surprise, but the shorter idol was kissing him firmly on the lips and Sho moaned again as Aiba thrust into him harder.
Nino’s small fingers pulled at his nipples and the rapper was sure he was going to pass out.
With a nip to his bottom lip, the gamer let Sho go with a smirk and then demanded, “Watch me.”
And Sho did. As Nino slipped down the wall and grabbed his aching cock in his hand and opened his mouth to take it in, he was watching.
But when his cock exploded, sending pleasure throughout the rest of his body like an electric shock, Sho’s eyes squeezed shut and he was moaning obscenities and Aiba’s name.
When Aiba stopped, Sho’s name on his tongue in turn, the rapper opened his eyes to find Nino’s own staring up at him, sparking in something resembling amusement or satisfaction.
Sho’s legs were shaking and if it hadn’t been for Aiba’s firm grip on his hips, he would have fallen to the ground seconds ago. But after a moment the taller man helped him down to the floor to sit next to Nino as the rapper’s eyes fluttered open and closed, his cheeks still burning.
“I’m sorry, Sho-chan. I didn’t have a condom… I came inside of you…” Aiba said shyly, kissing Sho’s cheek and nuzzling his skin.
“It’s okay, Masaki… I asked you to after all…”
Taking a few deep breaths, they both turned to Nino, who was wiping his mouth and looking mildly uncomfortable and out of place.
“If that was all you wanted, you should have said so sooner,” Aiba giggled after a second, and the gamer blushed.
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A/N: Sakuraiba-nesss! It's been a while, even though I like the pairing. I think I also used a lot of swears (especially in the last part) which I'm not sure is out of place or not...As mentioned, not betaed, so if there's any mistakes or something that doesn't make sense, unfortunately yarukizero is the Arashi expert, not me, please let me know!
Comments are always welcome and appreciated, even criticism. ^.^
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aiba/Sho, Aiba/Sho/Nino (as per the title would suggest)
Genre: Prompt
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: From the Sakuraiba-thon here. Yes, I joined the bandwagon and yes I'm a little late. Not betaed for time's sake.
1.
It was his first attempt at seducing Sho-chan and he wanted it to be perfect.
Since they were all still quite young and mostly living at home, the only opportunity he really had was when they were on tour and could share a room together.
Aiba had had to promise Jun-kun yakiniku for a week to get him to agree to the change of accommodations, but his plan had been a relative success so far and Sho had just finished his shower after a thorough rehearsal. Aiba knew that the rapper liked to walk around for a little while in just his towel to dry off, so the younger Arashi member dove for the bathroom before the mist had even cleared off the mirror to take his own turn.
Not even sure if he was actually clean, he showered so fast (just in case Sho was feeling shy today and put his clothes back on already), Aiba stepped out of the bathroom in just a towel, his hair still soaked and sending drops of water onto his shoulders and down his back.
The rapper was sitting at the small desk next to the TV looking through a page of notes, but glanced over at Aiba in surprise as the younger man left the bathroom. Luckily enough, he hadn’t put any clothes on yet.
“That was quick, Aiba-chan. Usually you take like half an hour.”
Trying to push away his butterflies, the idol smiled and shrugged. “I didn’t want to hog the bathroom…”
Sho nodded distractedly and turned back to the notebook in front of him, running his finger down the lines once more and staring at it intently.
“Hey, Sho-chan…” Aiba started, coming up behind his friend and looking at their reflection in the mirror on the wall in front of them. “You’ve been stressed lately, right? Why don’t you let me give you a massage?”
The older idol looked up at Aiba’s reflection, and his energetic band mate was already rubbing his shoulders firmly, in a way that he had been praised for many times.
“I really need to finish reviewing this, Aiba…” he said, but his tone gave away the fact that he was considering the offer.
“Won’t you have time tomorrow?” the idol asked coyly and shot the rapper a bright smile, which Sho couldn’t help but return.
“I guess…”
Aiba pictured giving himself a high five and then helped Sho stretch out on his bed in a good position, his stomach to the mattress and head resting heavily on one of the pillows.
“That’s a good boy, Sho-chan… just relax…”
In actuality Aiba had intended to give him a massage and then go from there, but when the towel hanging precariously off of the rapper’s waist fell to the side a little farther as the older man shifted on the bed, he couldn’t see anything but that perfect ass.
When he touched it, Sho started and turned his head to glance behind him. “Aiba, what are you doing?”
Aiba’s eyes fell into a pleading look and he groped the exposed ass quite firmly. The truth came tumbling from his lips before he could stop it.
“I’m sorry, Sho-chan. I really did want to make you relax, but I was planning on seducing you and I really want you, you’re so handsome…Please, just let me touch you just a little, just a little…” he begged and then leaned over to kiss Sho’s shoulder as the older idol tried to turn.
“W-wait a second,” the rapper whispered, holding Aiba’s face firmly in his hands so he could stop the other man’s movements and get a good look at his expression. “What?”
“I want to have sex with you,” was the blatant reply.
Sho didn’t respond and generally looked stunned so Aiba kissed him softly on the lips, trying to elicit a reaction.
But Sho kissed him back and when they broke apart for breath he whispered, “Okay.”
Covering the older man on the bed, Aiba positioned himself between Sho’s legs and tossed two towels onto the floor, already stroking both of their erections together although he was much harder than the rapper was.
Impatient, the aggressive idol was already positioning himself at Sho’s ass, even though the other idol was trying to calm him down.
“Aiba, you need something-“ he cringed as he began to be stretched with no preparation.
“What’re you guys doing?”
Sho and Aiba both turned towards the door, where Nino was standing in the entranceway with his duffle bag over his shoulder, watching them curiously. His sweaty hair was pulled back by several brightly colored clips.
“You guys didn’t have to shower together. I’m sure one of you could have used Ohno’s…”
Pushing Aiba off of him without trying to make it obvious, Sho rotated away from the gamer in hopes that he wouldn’t see his erection, but Aiba stood up a few seconds later and walked towards Nino, picking up the discarded towels and haphazardly covering his own.
“And why were you wresting on Sakurai’s bed? Aiba-chan, you’d better not be picking on him or something…”
Before Aiba could respond, Sho offered, “It wasn’t anything like that, we were just messing around, you know…”
The rapper winced as he realized that had more implications than he’d meant to give, but Nino grinned and nodded as if he wanted to join in.
“What’re you doing here, Nino?” Aiba asked quickly, securing one of the towels around his waist while Sho wrapped himself up in the white sheet of his bed.
The gamer looked at him curiously. “You didn’t hear? Last minute room changes. I guess Jun got sick after dinner so they asked me to stay in here so that he could have the room to himself.”
Aiba cursed under his breath as Nino plopped down on Sho’s bed, looking at the older member with a questioning stare. Sho flushed and pulled the sheets up more.
After a few minutes of none of them saying anything, Nino turned on the TV and then grinned widely.
It was on the porn channel.
“Oh. So that’s what you were doing…”
Aiba excused himself into the bathroom and left Sho floundering for an excuse, blushing from ear to ear.
2.
“Aiba, stop it-“
“But Sho-chan, you said you would have sex with me yesterday….”
“That’s because I was exhausted and wasn’t thinking straight…“
“So what?”
“Aiba-“
“…”
“Masaki-“
“…”
“Stop…Ahhh…”
“What’re you guys doing?”
3.
Stumbling into his hotel room in the dark, Sho was half asleep even before his head hit his pillow, exhausted from the concert they had just returned from. Aiba had given him a beer on the way home to relax him, but it had only made him more tired and less aware of his surrounding and unable to hear the door to his hotel room slowly click open.
Eyes were shining in the dim light filtering in from the haphazardly closed drapes as the predator stalked closer to his prey.
Aiba ran his hand up Sho’s jean clad leg as he drew near, grinning when the rapper didn’t respond at all, didn’t even open his eyes.
Telling himself he was just helping his friend out--was going to make sure he got a good night of sleep--Aiba started on Sho’s belt buckle with snail-paced movements, watching his friend’s face for any sign of realization… but the older man was just breathing contently, his head limp to one side.
Pulling down the pants as carefully as he could, Aiba stopped when Sho twitched and twisted his head to lay on the opposite cheek with furrowed eyebrows, but the rapper didn’t wake up so Aiba continued after a few pounding heartbeats.
Next came the underwear and Aiba gradually eased himself onto the bed, straddling his victim and undoing his own fly, palming his cock, which was already hard in anticipation. He watched Sho again, finally ready to wake the other idol up, and slowly slipped his fingers under the t-shirt his counterpart had worn back to the hotel, pushing it up so that he could examine the nipples underneath.
As Aiba took one of them between two fingers, squeezing it gently, Sho’s eyes slowly began fluttering open and he tried to turn his head in his lethargic daze to see what was happening to him. Aiba’s free hand went to the rapper’s soft cock and began stroking him before he could resist.
“What-“ Sho tried to ask with parted lips, but Aiba gave him a mischievous smile and then pushed him into the mattress with a firm kiss.
The older idol was making an attempt to struggle, but couldn’t form a coherent thought, and so a second later his legs were raised to Aiba’s shoulders with almost no resistance. Aiba leaned back to look at his prize and then licked his lips.
“Here I go Sho-chan…” He was pressing his cock against the rapper and Sho tried to argue, to tell him to at least get some lube for God’s sake, but he was distracted by the sudden invasion of light from the hallway as the door opened.
“Ne, Sho-chan,” came a quiet voice, and as the light on the wall behind Aiba’s shoulders disappeared again, the predator turned just in time to see Nino’s head pop around the corner, his mouth opened in an unasked question.
He blinked at them and then frowned.
“Sho-chan, Oh-chan went to bed already and I feel lonely. Can I sleep in here?” he asked blatantly, staring at the rapper still pinned under Aiba.
When neither of them moved, frozen from shock, Nino walked forward and sat on the bed next to them, staring blatantly at the bigger man.
Aiba swallowed and blushed, then dropped Sho’s legs back to the mattress and zipped up his pants with a wince. He stood and stared at the covered window in embarrassment, and Nino seemed to be completely ignoring the fact that Sho was laying on the bed mostly naked with an erection as he snuggled up next to the rapper.
Stealing a glance at his two friends, Aiba handed Sho his boxers back after a pleading look, and then pushed the couple over so he could lay on the bed on Sho’s other side.
He glared at Nino for trying to take his Sho-chan away, but the gamer was already breathing heavily and clinging to Sho’s arm.
4.
Aiba was kissing him desperately, running his hands across his ass and thrusting his hips against Sho’s.
The level headed one had tried to convince him to stop, but he knew that there was no such thing as self control when it concerned Aiba and him.
“It’ll still be like an hour until Jun-kun is done…” Aiba begged. They were hidden (not very well) behind a rack of clothing in a makeshift dressing room and luckily enough there was only a minimum staff required for this particular interview and therefore they had been left alone for a few minutes.
“Okay, okay-“ Sho ruffled as Aiba groped his cock through his pants. “If we go into the waiting room I’ll give you a blow job-“ he offered in a quiet voice, even though he knew the other man wouldn’t be satisfied with just that. But maybe it would sate his desire long enough for them to finish the interview and get somewhere more private.
And although Sho had been correct and the animal enthusiast gave him a pout, he was being dragged towards the waiting room that had been abandoned since they had left the brief that morning.
Once the door was closed behind them, Aiba locked it and immediately went for Sho’s waist, undoing his pants and pulling them down a few inches while the rapper tried frantically to stop him.
“I’m sorry, Sho-chan, I can’t,” Aiba whined, unbuttoning his own jeans with one hand while the other gripped onto the back of the other man’s shirt. “I want to fuck you so bad right now…” he whispered against Sho’s neck and it was obvious there was no way he could be refused.
Aiba directed his partner to the back of the couch, which was facing a wall in front of them, and before Sho had even properly set his hands on it to hold himself up, his ass was bared as his pants were pulled down farther. He was forced to bend over the sofa with a hand on the back of his head and before he could even take another breath, Aiba’s finger, wet with saliva from his mouth, was inside of him.
“Fuck-“ Sho gasped, trying to push himself up, but he was still being held in place by the bigger idol. “Fuck-Aiba…Stop!”
“I can’t, Sho-chan, I’m so hard…” Aiba mumbled, pumping his hand slowly inside of him and causing the rapper to let out an involuntary groan.
“Stop!!” The older man said again, more firmly this time, and even reached back to punch Aiba in the stomach as hard as he could in the awkward position.
At the violence Aiba immediately stepped away from the couch, holding his abs and frowning deeply in hurt.
Sho turned to him, then adverted his eyes and started pulling up his pants, tucking his shirt in along the way with a bright red face.
Nino sat up from where he had been laying on the couch with a smirk and gave Aiba a half hearted apologetic look.
“Sorry… I was going to wait until you were done to say anything…”
Aiba blushed and Sho rushed out of the room as fast as he could.
5.
Sho was naked and sweating and hot and just like Aiba liked him.
“Are you ready? I’m going to fuck you so hard, Sho-chan,” he whispered against the rapper’s ear and was compensated with a low moan as the man underneath him writhed. Aiba’s fingers were stretching him, feeling his insides, and showing him what was going to be happening in just a few more seconds.
“Do it… Masaki…” Sho whispered, grasping onto the younger idol’s shoulders.
Suddenly a faint melody was heard throughout the bedroom. It was Sho’s cell phone ringing from where he had left it on Aiba’s dresser and it made both men freeze.
“It’s just Nino,” Aiba mumbled after a second, recognizing the tone, and bent over Sho again, stroking the rapper’s cock to regain his attention.
“…Ye-yeah…” Sho gasped, pulling Aiba back to him.
The music died after a few seconds, but just when Aiba was about to enter his sexy lover, it started again.
Sho glanced over at the lit up phone, but Aiba twisted his head back to him with a gentle hand on his cheek. He tried to kiss him, but the rapper spoke up in a hushed voice.
“What if it’s an emergency?”
“He can call Ohno… or Jun…” Aiba said with a weak tone, but he also knew that if Nino needed their help he shouldn’t turn the gamer down.
The phone stopped again, but after just a few seconds of silence it lit up once more and Sho pushed Aiba off of him to answer.
“Nino? …Yeah. No, I’m with Aiba right now…” There was a pause in which Aiba was actually quite worried that something had happened, but he frowned when he heard Sho’s next words. “Are you drunk?”
Aiba tried to pout at his Sho-chan, but the rapper was ignoring him, already picking up his clothes from where they had been left on the floor earlier.
“Okay, it’s fine. Just stay there will you? We’ll come pick you up.”
Cursing Nino for his bad timing (or good, depending), Aiba followed his lover in collecting his pants and shirt and instead of cuddling with Sho after a hot bout of sex he instead spent the night trying to pry Nino off of the rapper.
6.
Sho wanted it bad.
Although the day had started off with a few teasing touches from Aiba, which was normal, Sho had really started to feel off after the nipple shirts.
Nino had insisted on cutting the holes for him and while he was doing so, pinched his nipple “on accident”. This alone put the rapper on edge, but then the little brat sent him a grin and made the same mistake again on the other side.
When the filming was finally over, Sho tried to hurry to the dressing room and attempt to regain what he could of his dignity, but Aiba had groped his ass, told him the shirt was sexy on him, and then cornered him before he could change.
It still wasn’t anything unusual for the newscaster, who often had to fight Aiba off of him in order to get any work done, but when the taller man playfully pressed a forefinger to each of his exposed nipples Sho almost moaned.
God, he wanted Aiba inside of him so badly…
But they had a recording appointment after this and who knew when they would have time to do something. Fuck, Sho didn’t even think he had time to jerk off in the bathroom.
When he wasn’t pushed away, Aiba looked down at Sho curiously and touched his face lightly, slowly leaning down for a kiss even though they both knew he shouldn’t do doing something like that right here.
Jun called over to them, already in his street clothes and prepared to leave, and Aiba grinned sheepishly and released Sho, who was aching all over.
The van ride to the next studio was hell.
Although he was sitting in the middle row with Aiba, just like they always did, Sho could hear Nino’s voice from the backseat where he was having a light-hearted conversation with Ohno. Somehow they had gotten on the topic of sex, which consisted of Nino asking dirty questions about Ohno’s private life even though Leader wasn’t sharing any of the details with him. It was one of the rare secrets that he still wouldn’t talk about despite Nino’s constant nagging (which usually worked). And all the while Jun was in the front seat dozing with his headphones on and not interjecting in the discussion.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, about halfway through their trip, Aiba’s hand came to rest on Sho’s thigh, his fingers inching between his legs, and the rapper had to stare out the window to keep himself from letting out some sort of noise.
Fuck, he was hard. He was hard in the middle of a van full of his best friends and he couldn’t collect the motivation to push Aiba’s hand away.
Nino eventually made Aiba join in on their conversation, asking casually how often he got laid in a week, how long he could last, how many times he could make his partner come in a row.
Sho tried to keep his breathing normal and Aiba smoothly dodged the questions with a smile. He made an attempt to turn them back on the gamer, but by then they had arrived at their destination.
Feeling Nino’s eyes on him as he tried to walk toward their recording room in an indifferent manner, the rapper pulled the bottom of his shirt down unconsciously and stood as far away from Aiba as he thought he could without hurting the feelings of the animal enthusiast.
And then a miracle happened.
“I’m sorry,” the studio manager said, bowing. “We’re having problems with the equipment in one of the recording rooms, so we only have one to use for this session.”
Sho’s heart leapt. If that was the case they’d be here for twice as long as it usually took, and most of that time would be waiting.
“I know that Arashi is very busy and we deeply apologize for this inconvenience.”
None of them said anything, since their managers had no doubt been notify of the change and would be fixing their schedules right now, and as Ohno stepped forward to be lead to the working studio a few door down (Leader always went first for music recordings), the rest of them turned to head to the familiar waiting room.
But Sho pulled Aiba back by the arm and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “Masaki…I want to have sex.”
The taller man’s eyes widened and it was obvious he hadn’t picked up on the reason for Sho’s strange behavior.
“…Right now?” he asked tentatively, but his eyes had gotten dark and the rapper tightened his grip on his arm and nodded slowly.
Aiba looked up and down the hallway (the rest of the group had disappeared into the waiting room with some of the staff) and then swallowed and pulled Sho the opposite direction, towards the recording studio.
The door had a note on it designating it at the one with the broken equipment, and Aiba fumbled with the knob while Sho pressed himself into the taller man’s back, closing his eyes and trying to force himself to wait just a few more seconds. He could already feel Aiba’s hands tearing at his clothes, groping his ass, fucking him slowly.
“…Hurry…” Sho gasped under his breath when the unused studio wasn’t opened right away.
But it was unlocked and the two of them slipped in with minimal noise.
Aiba dragged him past the boards of buttons and gauges, explaining in a rushed tone that if they went into the soundproof recording room that no one would hear them and he could fuck Sho as hard as he wanted to.
They went through the next door and Sho was pressed against the large window that was set between the room they were just in and the studio, Aiba desperately undoing his pants and kissing his neck through his hair.
“Fuck…hurry…!” Sho gasped, holding himself up by two flat palms on the window as Aiba ravaged him. His pants fell to his knees and Aiba’s fingers were in his mouth, running over his tongue, collecting as much saliva as he could.
One finger was inside of him. Sho let out another impatient groan, and then there were two.
“Are you ready Sho-chan?” came the reverent whisper, as if Aiba wasn’t sure the rapper knew what was good for himself right now.
“Yes, please, God, Masaki, fuck me!” Sho almost yelled, his forearms resting against the window too, trying to prepare him for what was coming.
Aiba was pushing into him and it felt amazing, that stretching sensation that he sometimes found uncomfortable, and the pain of not having lube was exactly what his body was begging for right now.
As the taller idol thrust into him once, Sho let out a moan and his head fell back a little. “Yes… please…”
When he overcame the overwhelming sense of satisfaction of being fucked, Sho readjusting himself against the window and then shivered when he saw a pair of eyes meet his through the pane.
“Fuck… Nino!” Sho gasped and Aiba slowed down, looking through the glass as Sho dropped his head against it, his eyes shut. The gamer was staring at the two of them with a serious expression from the other side of the recording studio.
“…Don’t stop,” the rapper pleaded after only one heartbeat. He didn’t care if Nino was watching. This was one time he wasn’t going to let Nino’s presence interrupt them.
Although he hesitated, Aiba started his thrusts again and Sho was moaning, his body shaking with the movements.
When the second door opened a few feet away from them and Nino joined the pair, the animal lover didn’t slow down and Sho only spared him a glance, mumbling, “I don’t care… I don’t care if you’re watching… fuck…”
Nino smirked and came closer.
“Good,” he whispered, and then ducked under Sho’s arms so that they were on either side of his head, and he was pressed against the window by the rapper’s body. “I can finally see what Sho looks like when he comes.”
“Wh-“ Sho tried to reply in surprise, but the shorter idol was kissing him firmly on the lips and Sho moaned again as Aiba thrust into him harder.
Nino’s small fingers pulled at his nipples and the rapper was sure he was going to pass out.
With a nip to his bottom lip, the gamer let Sho go with a smirk and then demanded, “Watch me.”
And Sho did. As Nino slipped down the wall and grabbed his aching cock in his hand and opened his mouth to take it in, he was watching.
But when his cock exploded, sending pleasure throughout the rest of his body like an electric shock, Sho’s eyes squeezed shut and he was moaning obscenities and Aiba’s name.
When Aiba stopped, Sho’s name on his tongue in turn, the rapper opened his eyes to find Nino’s own staring up at him, sparking in something resembling amusement or satisfaction.
Sho’s legs were shaking and if it hadn’t been for Aiba’s firm grip on his hips, he would have fallen to the ground seconds ago. But after a moment the taller man helped him down to the floor to sit next to Nino as the rapper’s eyes fluttered open and closed, his cheeks still burning.
“I’m sorry, Sho-chan. I didn’t have a condom… I came inside of you…” Aiba said shyly, kissing Sho’s cheek and nuzzling his skin.
“It’s okay, Masaki… I asked you to after all…”
Taking a few deep breaths, they both turned to Nino, who was wiping his mouth and looking mildly uncomfortable and out of place.
“If that was all you wanted, you should have said so sooner,” Aiba giggled after a second, and the gamer blushed.
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A/N: Sakuraiba-nesss! It's been a while, even though I like the pairing. I think I also used a lot of swears (especially in the last part) which I'm not sure is out of place or not...As mentioned, not betaed, so if there's any mistakes or something that doesn't make sense, unfortunately yarukizero is the Arashi expert, not me, please let me know!
Comments are always welcome and appreciated, even criticism. ^.^