Reposting from the Sei_Shoku contest

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Well, reveals are up at sei_shoku and that means I get to repost! I don't think anybody was/is/will be surprised by which one was mine. BUT! Stay tuned after the feature and get the original opening scene!



The Price of a Cheap Gift

The dress, borrowed from Gakkou e ikou's Paradise wardrobe room, was lacy and ruffled and itchy. More, it was short, sleeveless, and had a corseted bodice that was doing its very best to make it look like Sho had breasts. It was uncomfortable and humiliating on so many levels that Sho was afraid he was going to need charts and graphs to explain to Ohno just why and how much he hated it. "There's still time to make reservations and take him out for a nice dinner," Sho told Ohno, tugging down on the hem of his skirt again. He couldn't remember why he'd ever agreed to this in the first place.

Ohno knelt down on the couch beside him, the multiple crinoline underskirts making a pleasant rustling sound like the wind through the ginkgo leaves. It was easier for Sho to think of the wind in the leaves than it was to think of his boyfriend in a skirt when there were absolutely no video cameras around. Ohno's skirts rustled away as they settled over Sho's own, edges overlapping.

He linked his hands behind Sho's neck. "A nice dinner out is what Sho-kun likes," Ohno told him, his lips skimming over his cheek. "Nino doesn't like places that require reservations and manners. Nino likes just us and cheap things and boys dressed like girls. This is his perfect present. He'll love it."

Sho felt himself relax infinitesimally, his hands settling on Ohno's hips. The red-and-black plaid of Ohno's dress was smooth under his hands, silky where the ribbons looped in and out in pretty patterns. "This is stupid idea, Satoshi," he heard himself say.

"No, it's not," Ohno murmured; his words were humid against Sho's mouth, his lips a teasing distance away. "You're just nervous."

Which was not, Sho felt, a very fair judgment for Ohno to make. "I am n-" he began before Ohno cut him off with a chaste kiss. He kept kissing him, slow and warm and gentle until Sho could feel the tense embarrassment draining away. He slid his hands into Ohno's hair and kissed him back, slipping his tongue out to taste Ohno's softly parted lips.

"It's okay to be nervous, Sho-chan," Ohno said, drawing away slightly. His words ghosted damply over Sho's skin. "You haven't done this before. You're a good girl."

He knew what Ohno was doing. He could feel it gathering hot in the pit of his belly. "Don't," he said, turning his head away from Ohno's seeking mouth. "Satoshi, don't talk like that."

"Sho-chan," Ohno cooed "it's okay. All the girls want to be with Ninomiya; he's got that cute smile and those pretty, pretty eyes. Everybody wants him to look at them. You don't have to feel guilty for wanting him so bad. You don't have to be nervous. I'll show you how to get him."

Gentle hands were sliding warmly up his thighs under his skirt, slightly too-long nails dragging almost ticklishly, making his muscles jump under his skin. "Satoshi."

"Shhh," Ohno mouthed at his ear. "It's what he wants, Sho-chan. He likes it like this."

"Well he's a pervert," Sho managed to say even as he pulled Ohno closer, getting one of Ohno's legs between his own so that he could push himself against his smooth, stocking-clad thigh. It made him shiver. He covered Ohno's hands with his own and dragged them higher. "A total pervert."

"That's a nice thing to say about me on my birthday," Nino observed. "And I'm not even the one with two sets of hands up my dress."

"Nino!" Sho reacted instinctively, shoving himself away from Ohno and tugging his skirt down as far as he could. "When did you-how long have you-?" Nino was sprawled in the chair opposite the sofa. He had one leg slung over the arm.

"Just a little while," Ohno answered, pressing back into Sho's space. "Welcome home, Ninomiya-san."

Sho slapped Ohno's hands out from under his petticoats. "I-" He could feel the blush heating his face and bit his lip, turning his head and letting Ohno tug him back against him.

"Your boyfriends thought that you'd like us as a birthday present," Ohno said breathily. Sho felt his skirt hitch up as Ohno's hands went under it again. From the corner of his eye he could see Nino's hand in his lap, rubbing slowly over the bulge behind his zipper.

"They did, huh?" Nino asked lazily. Sho watched him lightly pinch at the tip of his erection through his slacks and swallowed hard. He must have made some sound, made some small movement that drew Nino's attention because when he lifted his head Nino was watching him. "You want to be my present, Sho-chan?"

It was ridiculous, embarrassing. Nino palmed himself roughly at the same time Ohno's hand slid high up Sho's skirt, cupping him. "Yes," Sho moaned. He fought to stay still but he couldn't entirely manage it. He pressed his thighs together, hoping to still Ohno's hand.

"Yeah?" Nino asked quietly, with a hint of a smirk flirting at his lips.

Sho fisted his hands in the skirt of his dress, feeling the hem creep up until the edge tickled at the bare skin of his thighs at the top of his stockings. "Yeah," he answered, watching the way Nino rolled his hand hard against himself. He licked his lips. It was Nino's birthday. Giving him something he wanted was worth the mortification. "Can I be your present, Ninomiya-san~?" he asked, nearly tripping over the words.

The harsh sound of Nino's zipper being yanked down sent a shiver up Sho's spine. Between his legs, Ohno's hand twisted and Sho rocked against it. "Suck me," Nino said roughly, freeing his straining cock in one long, smooth pull.

He'd sucked Nino off before, of course, but the lightening-quick excitement of taking Nino in his mouth never dulled, his insides never failed to knot with lust at the hot, silky feel of Nino's cock in his mouth. He moaned as he sucked at the head, flicking the underside with the tip of his tongue. Nino's fingers carded through his hair, sending one of the pink, birthday cake barrettes tumbling loose. His hips thrust up at the little clack of it hitting the floor. Sho let him push in deep, but neither as deeply as he wanted to nor even as deeply as Sho was capable of taking him. Nino enjoyed the build up.

"No," Nino said clearly.

Sho pulled off with a wet little pop, confused. "What?"

"Oh-chan," Nino said in half-explanation. "Not yet."

Sho turned his head, pillowing it on Nino's thigh, and looked to where Ohno was still kneeling on the sofa cushions. He had both hands on the bottom hem of his dress and was obviously paused in mid-lift.

His lip was sticking out in a clear pout. "I want Nino to look at me, too," he said in his breathy girl voice.

"Not yet," Nino repeated with a shake of his head.

Ohno's lip stuck out a little bit more. "Fine," he pouted. "Then I want Sho-chan to come lick my pussy."

Sho would have scolded him for that-there was a time and a place for that sort of talk and Sho never wanted to know either-but Nino had given him a shove in Ohno's direction and Ohno had caught him, pulling him back up to his knees as he'd fallen forward. Ohno's dress tasted like cotton and dry-cleaning chemicals. Under it, Ohno's skin tasted sweet. Sho moved carefully, trying to keep as much of Ohno's anatomy hidden as he could as he moved up his body, aiming for fever-hot hardness. "You're going to have to move your panties," he mumbled. Then he realized that-despite their talk of matching lingerie-Ohno had opted for easy access undies instead. "Never mind," he said, pushing the scant fabric to the side.

"Are you not wearing panties, Oh-chan?" Nino asked. His voice was low and husky, wanting. "What sort of girl did my boyfriends send me for a present?"

"I am so wearing panties," Ohno said, his voice clear despite the way he was holding Sho's head, pushing his cock over Sho's tongue, dragging it over his lower lip without truly entering his mouth. Sho whimpered and got a quick thrust in reply before he pulled away again. "I'm wearing a thong."

"Thong?" said Nino.

"Yeah," Ohno sounded a little defiant. "Sho-chan, can you lift the back so I can prove it?"

Sho wrapped his arms around Ohno's thighs and pushed Ohno's skirt up, wrapping the fabric around one hand to keep it out of the way while his other hand settled itself over the firm, inviting curve of Ohno's ass. He wrapped his fingers in the thong's waistband and pulled illustratively even as he used his grip to push Ohno into his mouth again.

Nino swore. "Oh-chan. My lap. Now. Leave the dress and panties on. Sho, find the lube. I want you to help me get him ready."

Sho had to reach under his dress and take a firm hold on himself as Ohno settled over Nino's lap, skirts billowing. "All the lube is in the bedroom," he said when he could breathe without coming.

"What happened to the bottle in the couch?" Ohno demanded, grinding down against Nino's lap, his hips swiveling in a quick, hard circle first one way and then the other. "It was mostly full, wasn't it?" He whimpered as Nino moved against him, mirroring him.

Sho held himself tighter. "I moved it all to the bedroom because if we stain Ken's dresses we have to buy them, remember?" Ohno kept moving and Nino's eyes were crossing.

But the mention of money had triggered an automatic response in Nino that had him holding Ohno still. "What?" he asked, blinking like he was trying to clear his sight.

"V6 loaned us the dresses on the understanding that if we stained them, we would pay for them. Goth-loli clothing is not cheap. These dresses? Are expensive."

Nino's eyes closed.

"Nino?"

"I am thinking of buying them."

Ohno's shoulders slumped and then straightened in apparent determination. A second later he lifted himself from Nino's lap, batting Nino's clutching hands aside. "We DO own the panties," he offered, conciliatory. "We can come all over those if you want."

Nino's eyes opened. "To the bedroom," he announced, getting to his feet. "You two can undress each other while I watch. And make sure those dresses get hung up properly," he called over his shoulder, leading the way to the bedroom.

"Told you he'd love it," Ohno said under his breath as he linked hands with Sho.

"You did," he allowed, squeezing his fingers as they followed Nino. "You're getting fishing gear for your birthday," he told him firmly.

"He's getting tuna," Nino called. "And maybe a nice rod."

Sho looked at Ohno. "He's not getting into my panties; I don't care what he says."

Ohno pushed him up against the doorframe and kissed him. "Don't be so shy, Sho-chan," he crooned. "You'll like it."

It's Nino's birthday, Sho reminded himself. He tangled his fingers in the lacy ties that hid the zipper on Ohno's dress and looked at Nino, sprawled on the bed, from beneath his lashes. "I want him to like it more."

AND! As promised! The deleted scene!



"Cakes, Satoshi?" Sho asked. He told himself that he wasn't whining.

Ohno smiled at him, dreamy and sweet. "They're sweet. Nino likes sweet girls."

Sho looked down at the jumper dress he was wearing. The skirt was double-layered, a puffy-pink layer close to his skin and over that an open-layered skirt of white chiffon and some yellow-pink fabric printed with all sorts of ridiculously frothy cakes. The frothy-cake fabric also covered the corseted bodice, which was doing its best to make it look like he had boobs. All of it was trimmed in white ribbons and white lace and puffy, fluffy white drippy-bits that were possibly supposed to look like frosting. He couldn't argue the girl thing, however. "Nino doesn't even like cake."

"I like cake," Ohno said and somehow he was suddenly close, one hand closed over Sho's hip, warm despite the astronomical number of layers of fabric between them. His lips ghosted damply at the corner of Sho's jaw. "I really like cake a lot."

"You know what, though?" Miyake Ken spoke up. "His arms are really wrecking this."

"Ack!" said Sho, pushing Ohno away.

Ken grinned at him from over the hanging rack full of purses.

"They kind of are," Ohno said. "Ma-kun," he turned to Masayuki Sakamoto. "Ma-kun, can we fix that? I like this dress."

"A jacket or a cardigan, maybe…" he turned and rummaged through the wracks. "Bell-sleeved cropped jacket?" he offered. "Petite lace cardigan?"

One of them, and Sho could honestly not tell the difference, was a knit little garment in white with long, swishy sleeves. The other was pale pink and made of eyelet lace, with white ribbons at the neck and on the sleeves that turned up in little bows every few inches.

"Perfect," Ohno said, fingering the pink thing.

"Great! Panties or bloomers? Or those little pumpkin drawers?"

"Panties?" Sho looked at Ohno. "Nino had better like this," he muttered to him, trying to pretend that he didn't see the way his senpai were smiling so sweetly at him.

Ohno rubbed his bare shoulder and then helped him shrug into the little jacket. "Nino likes boygirls, cheap things, and us," Ohno said. "He'll love this." He looked up at the members of V6. "Thanks for letting us borrow Gakkou e ikou's paradise stuff," he said.

Both Ken and Sakamoto nodded in acknowledgement, still browsing the racks. "What about Leader?" Ken asked.

"I want to be a Goth-Loli slut!"

"Nino does not like slutty girls!" Sho told him, slapping his hand away from an abbreviated leather skirt.

In other news: I am working on my entry(ies) for shoneenclub's contest. After that I am going to finish Liron's present.

*goes back to work*