[Arashi] Cleanliness / Excuses
Cleanliness
Sho/Aiba | R, 813 words
Guys, this is the entry in which I repost the fic from that smut meme. SUDDENLY OWNING UP. Prompt was here.
Sho can't help but feel increasingly giddy with each step closer to the door. The doorbell rings again and his heart jumps a beat and he pauses for a moment to look around his house to double check everything's in order. Satisfied, he makes a grab for the door handle and Aiba comes bustling in, knocking Sho back as he wraps his limbs around Sho's body, gloating, "Sho-chan, my washing machine is awesome."
Sho forgets to speak long enough for Aiba to continue unprompted.
Aiba pulls back and does a twirl for Sho. "My clothes are so soft and comfortable and clean."
There's something in Sho's brain adding a thousand more adjectives to that description, but he doesn't voice them. He settles for "They look really good," even though it's a complete understatement, and then grins at Aiba.
Aiba beams back and prances inside, diving onto the couch. "Your house is always so pretty," Aiba continues on, eyes darting around the room excitedly. He shuffles to the side of the couch, gesturing for Sho to join him, and when Sho sits down, he leans up against him, pressing their shoulders together.
Sho goes to sneak a glance at Aiba, but when he turns his head, Aiba is staring right at him and he quickly turns away again, heart rate leaping. He clenches and unclenches his hands in his lap a few times.
"--did you hear me?" Aiba is saying, and Sho's still not really listening.
Aiba looks slightly perplexed, but right now, Sho is more interested in Aiba's jacket. It's a really nice jacket. It's only when Aiba clears his throat that Sho blinks and stops to notice Aiba's jacket is halfway down his arms, and Sho's hands gripping the front are completely to blame. He can't even think of a stupid excuse, so he just says nothing.
"You don't... like this jacket?" Aiba asks in an attempt to understand, but Sho is bright red by this point and his voice is completely stuck in his throat. Aiba frowns and shuffles his way out of it, prying Sho's hands away as he goes. Along the way his shirt rides up ever so slightly.
Aiba sits in confused silence while Sho slides his hands up Aiba's stomach and pulls the shirt up over his head. And then Sho kisses him hesitantly, just catching the corner of Aiba's lips, and the confusion is gone from Aiba's face.
"Oh," he says. "This?"
Sho nods.
"Wait, is this what I came for?" Aiba laughs.
Sho flushes a bright red and shakes his head furiously, and he wants to blame Aiba for looking so hot or maybe even Aiba's washing machine but the words won't come out.
But then it doesn't matter, because Aiba leans forward, overflowing with a kind of confidence that Sho can't help but envy, and kisses Sho properly this time, forcing his tongue past Sho's lips, and it feels so much better than he ever imagined, and it's Aiba, and they're on his couch, and Aiba's already half naked and--
Sho lets himself be pushed down on the couch, Aiba now straddling his hips and walking his fingers up Sho's chest and back again, then in one swift motion, he manages to undo Sho's belt and fly and pull his growing erection from his pants, giving him a firm stroke. Sho hides his face behind his arm as Aiba continues to work his hand up and down.
And then Aiba takes him in his mouth and Sho sinks his teeth into the sleeve of his jacket, his brain running a thousand miles an hour. He's done this before, his mind is telling him, He's definitely done this before, and Sho makes the mistake of looking down as Aiba runs his tongue up the underside of Sho's cock, staring back. Their eyes catch, and it takes everything for Sho to not come right then and there.
It's so much better than he can remember any of his previous girlfriends ever being -- and there's that thought again: He's done this before, and the fact that knowing that turns him on more is fucking with his head, so he hides back behind his arm again.
"You can come if you want," Aiba says, lips still wrapped around Sho's cock, and that's all it takes.
Sho brings up his spare arm and covers his face even more.
It's a few minutes before Sho resurfaces from beneath his arms, and Aiba is laughing and licking his lips, sitting on Sho's thighs. Sho is sure his face is still a furious red, but he finally laughs along with him, his heartbeat calming down ever so slightly.
"My place?" Aiba asks.
Sho blinks. "Wh- what for? You don't want food or-?"
"My washing machine is fabulous though," Aiba replies quickly and grins. "And then food."
Sho laughs, "And then food."
Excuses
Arashi/Arashi | R, 829 words
...this is exactly what it looks like, oh god what have I done. Prompt was here.
It's not that he wishes he was drunk, that's not quite right. But at least, Sho thinks, if he were, then maybe he'd have some kind of excuse for all of this.
"Is Sho-chan still alive?" Aiba says.
Aiba on the other hand, of course, is completely drunk like the rest of them and almost entirely naked, save for his matching sky blue socks and boxers. Sho's glad to at least have some clothes left, even if the whole bare chest thing is actually quite cold. He's not sure how Aiba's handling not having anything at all. They must be warm socks, he thinks absently, eyes squeezed shut.
"Warm socks?" Nino repeats, and Sho only realises then and closes his mouth.
"Huh?" Jun puts in, looking at everyone's feet and then back to Nino. "Warm socks?"
Nino shrugs, "Sho-kun said it."
Aiba looks satisfied in any case, because it means, and he exclaims excitedly, "Sho-chan is aliiive!" He kneels down beside Sho, crossing his sky blue feet behind him, and forcefully kisses Sho on the lips, crying, "Kiss of life! Kiss of life!"
Sho leaps out of his horizontal state and goes to hit Aiba, forgetting that his hands are completely and haphazardly tied together with a polka-dot neck tie, so he loses balance and falls awkwardly sideways and headfirst into Aiba's lap instead.
Aiba is still chanting Kiss of life! over and over when Nino's hands slip under the waistband of Sho's jeans and tug them down. "Oh-chan," Nino calls sweetly, "Get rid of Sho-kun's underwear for me?"
Sho attempts to cry out in opposition to this notion, but it comes out muffled into Aiba's crotch, and it's all he can do not to squeak at the cold air on his newly bared skin. He definitely hasn't had anywhere even remotely near enough to drink for this, but yet somehow, when Aiba helps him out of his lap and up onto all fours (an even more embarrassing position than he had ever imagined) and Ohno presses a kiss into the small of his back, reaching around and grabbing Sho's cock in his right hand, he is erect in seconds and his ears are burning bright red.
Aiba shoves a hand down his own boxers at this point, recruiting make-out buddy Jun, who is more than happy to crawl over on hands and knees and oblige, making his way to Aiba's mouth tongue first, brain later. He straddles Aiba's lap and kisses down his neck and shoulder and back again, running one hand over Aiba's chest and using the other to unbutton his own jeans.
"There's a condom somewhere," Sho can hear Nino saying, and if his rational brain had not ditched him hours ago, it would be screaming around about now.
Jun shoves a hand in his back pocket, not detaching his lips from Aiba's, and fishes out a condom, tossing it to Nino, ever convenient, making sure to quickly return his hand to Aiba's left nipple.
"Aaand," Nino says, grabbing at the lube, "preparation!"
Ohno pulls back from Sho and takes the condom from Nino, struggling awhile to open the packet. For a second Sho feels strangely cold, but then Nino slides in one, then two fingers, giggling, "Relax, relax," and Sho bites down hard on his bottom lip and tries not to make a sound.
When Ohno finally manages to get the condom on, Nino spins around, kisses him sloppily on the mouth, pats him on the back and says, "Have fun."
"Have fun!" Aiba repeats, and Jun growls at him to shut up and steals his lips back again.
It hurts when Ohno first slides into him (Ohno, he notes with a kind of perverse interest, feels infinitely different than Nino's fingers) but he quickly gets used to it because it's Ohno with his amazing hips and amazing hands, and also probably partially due to the fact that when he looks up Jun is riding Aiba and it's admittedly a complete turn on.
Nino crawls around and licks Sho's ear, nipping it playfully. "Captain is good isn't he," he's whispering, and Sho knows he's the only one that can hear but he gets the feeling that he and Nino aren't the only ones around with first-hand knowledge of this. "Captain is always fucking good," Nino says, and tilts his head so he can kiss Sho properly. "Mm, Mimura-kun," he grins, jerking himself off, and Sho comes into Ohno's hand in that instant.
Ohno comes moments later, riding it out, while Aiba is going, "Ahh Momo," and Jun is making exaggerated, obnoxious, moaning noises. Sho doesn't even have the energy to tell him to shut up. Ohno slides out and looks over at Nino, making gesturing motions with his hands, "Let me."
It's not that he wishes he was drunk, that's not quite right. But at least, Sho thinks, if he were, then maybe-- no, fuck that.
Sho/Aiba | R, 813 words
Guys, this is the entry in which I repost the fic from that smut meme. SUDDENLY OWNING UP. Prompt was here.
Sho can't help but feel increasingly giddy with each step closer to the door. The doorbell rings again and his heart jumps a beat and he pauses for a moment to look around his house to double check everything's in order. Satisfied, he makes a grab for the door handle and Aiba comes bustling in, knocking Sho back as he wraps his limbs around Sho's body, gloating, "Sho-chan, my washing machine is awesome."
Sho forgets to speak long enough for Aiba to continue unprompted.
Aiba pulls back and does a twirl for Sho. "My clothes are so soft and comfortable and clean."
There's something in Sho's brain adding a thousand more adjectives to that description, but he doesn't voice them. He settles for "They look really good," even though it's a complete understatement, and then grins at Aiba.
Aiba beams back and prances inside, diving onto the couch. "Your house is always so pretty," Aiba continues on, eyes darting around the room excitedly. He shuffles to the side of the couch, gesturing for Sho to join him, and when Sho sits down, he leans up against him, pressing their shoulders together.
Sho goes to sneak a glance at Aiba, but when he turns his head, Aiba is staring right at him and he quickly turns away again, heart rate leaping. He clenches and unclenches his hands in his lap a few times.
"--did you hear me?" Aiba is saying, and Sho's still not really listening.
Aiba looks slightly perplexed, but right now, Sho is more interested in Aiba's jacket. It's a really nice jacket. It's only when Aiba clears his throat that Sho blinks and stops to notice Aiba's jacket is halfway down his arms, and Sho's hands gripping the front are completely to blame. He can't even think of a stupid excuse, so he just says nothing.
"You don't... like this jacket?" Aiba asks in an attempt to understand, but Sho is bright red by this point and his voice is completely stuck in his throat. Aiba frowns and shuffles his way out of it, prying Sho's hands away as he goes. Along the way his shirt rides up ever so slightly.
Aiba sits in confused silence while Sho slides his hands up Aiba's stomach and pulls the shirt up over his head. And then Sho kisses him hesitantly, just catching the corner of Aiba's lips, and the confusion is gone from Aiba's face.
"Oh," he says. "This?"
Sho nods.
"Wait, is this what I came for?" Aiba laughs.
Sho flushes a bright red and shakes his head furiously, and he wants to blame Aiba for looking so hot or maybe even Aiba's washing machine but the words won't come out.
But then it doesn't matter, because Aiba leans forward, overflowing with a kind of confidence that Sho can't help but envy, and kisses Sho properly this time, forcing his tongue past Sho's lips, and it feels so much better than he ever imagined, and it's Aiba, and they're on his couch, and Aiba's already half naked and--
Sho lets himself be pushed down on the couch, Aiba now straddling his hips and walking his fingers up Sho's chest and back again, then in one swift motion, he manages to undo Sho's belt and fly and pull his growing erection from his pants, giving him a firm stroke. Sho hides his face behind his arm as Aiba continues to work his hand up and down.
And then Aiba takes him in his mouth and Sho sinks his teeth into the sleeve of his jacket, his brain running a thousand miles an hour. He's done this before, his mind is telling him, He's definitely done this before, and Sho makes the mistake of looking down as Aiba runs his tongue up the underside of Sho's cock, staring back. Their eyes catch, and it takes everything for Sho to not come right then and there.
It's so much better than he can remember any of his previous girlfriends ever being -- and there's that thought again: He's done this before, and the fact that knowing that turns him on more is fucking with his head, so he hides back behind his arm again.
"You can come if you want," Aiba says, lips still wrapped around Sho's cock, and that's all it takes.
Sho brings up his spare arm and covers his face even more.
It's a few minutes before Sho resurfaces from beneath his arms, and Aiba is laughing and licking his lips, sitting on Sho's thighs. Sho is sure his face is still a furious red, but he finally laughs along with him, his heartbeat calming down ever so slightly.
"My place?" Aiba asks.
Sho blinks. "Wh- what for? You don't want food or-?"
"My washing machine is fabulous though," Aiba replies quickly and grins. "And then food."
Sho laughs, "And then food."
Excuses
Arashi/Arashi | R, 829 words
...this is exactly what it looks like, oh god what have I done. Prompt was here.
It's not that he wishes he was drunk, that's not quite right. But at least, Sho thinks, if he were, then maybe he'd have some kind of excuse for all of this.
"Is Sho-chan still alive?" Aiba says.
Aiba on the other hand, of course, is completely drunk like the rest of them and almost entirely naked, save for his matching sky blue socks and boxers. Sho's glad to at least have some clothes left, even if the whole bare chest thing is actually quite cold. He's not sure how Aiba's handling not having anything at all. They must be warm socks, he thinks absently, eyes squeezed shut.
"Warm socks?" Nino repeats, and Sho only realises then and closes his mouth.
"Huh?" Jun puts in, looking at everyone's feet and then back to Nino. "Warm socks?"
Nino shrugs, "Sho-kun said it."
Aiba looks satisfied in any case, because it means, and he exclaims excitedly, "Sho-chan is aliiive!" He kneels down beside Sho, crossing his sky blue feet behind him, and forcefully kisses Sho on the lips, crying, "Kiss of life! Kiss of life!"
Sho leaps out of his horizontal state and goes to hit Aiba, forgetting that his hands are completely and haphazardly tied together with a polka-dot neck tie, so he loses balance and falls awkwardly sideways and headfirst into Aiba's lap instead.
Aiba is still chanting Kiss of life! over and over when Nino's hands slip under the waistband of Sho's jeans and tug them down. "Oh-chan," Nino calls sweetly, "Get rid of Sho-kun's underwear for me?"
Sho attempts to cry out in opposition to this notion, but it comes out muffled into Aiba's crotch, and it's all he can do not to squeak at the cold air on his newly bared skin. He definitely hasn't had anywhere even remotely near enough to drink for this, but yet somehow, when Aiba helps him out of his lap and up onto all fours (an even more embarrassing position than he had ever imagined) and Ohno presses a kiss into the small of his back, reaching around and grabbing Sho's cock in his right hand, he is erect in seconds and his ears are burning bright red.
Aiba shoves a hand down his own boxers at this point, recruiting make-out buddy Jun, who is more than happy to crawl over on hands and knees and oblige, making his way to Aiba's mouth tongue first, brain later. He straddles Aiba's lap and kisses down his neck and shoulder and back again, running one hand over Aiba's chest and using the other to unbutton his own jeans.
"There's a condom somewhere," Sho can hear Nino saying, and if his rational brain had not ditched him hours ago, it would be screaming around about now.
Jun shoves a hand in his back pocket, not detaching his lips from Aiba's, and fishes out a condom, tossing it to Nino, ever convenient, making sure to quickly return his hand to Aiba's left nipple.
"Aaand," Nino says, grabbing at the lube, "preparation!"
Ohno pulls back from Sho and takes the condom from Nino, struggling awhile to open the packet. For a second Sho feels strangely cold, but then Nino slides in one, then two fingers, giggling, "Relax, relax," and Sho bites down hard on his bottom lip and tries not to make a sound.
When Ohno finally manages to get the condom on, Nino spins around, kisses him sloppily on the mouth, pats him on the back and says, "Have fun."
"Have fun!" Aiba repeats, and Jun growls at him to shut up and steals his lips back again.
It hurts when Ohno first slides into him (Ohno, he notes with a kind of perverse interest, feels infinitely different than Nino's fingers) but he quickly gets used to it because it's Ohno with his amazing hips and amazing hands, and also probably partially due to the fact that when he looks up Jun is riding Aiba and it's admittedly a complete turn on.
Nino crawls around and licks Sho's ear, nipping it playfully. "Captain is good isn't he," he's whispering, and Sho knows he's the only one that can hear but he gets the feeling that he and Nino aren't the only ones around with first-hand knowledge of this. "Captain is always fucking good," Nino says, and tilts his head so he can kiss Sho properly. "Mm, Mimura-kun," he grins, jerking himself off, and Sho comes into Ohno's hand in that instant.
Ohno comes moments later, riding it out, while Aiba is going, "Ahh Momo," and Jun is making exaggerated, obnoxious, moaning noises. Sho doesn't even have the energy to tell him to shut up. Ohno slides out and looks over at Nino, making gesturing motions with his hands, "Let me."
It's not that he wishes he was drunk, that's not quite right. But at least, Sho thinks, if he were, then maybe-- no, fuck that.