#4 Theme 44: Strawberry Sex - Ken Hirai; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Strawberry Sex
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 044 Strawberry Sex (Ken Hirai)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: Dorky Alice Nine~
Comments: I can’t remember what went wrong XD
Strawberry Sex
It might have been the change in seasons, it might have been because it was still cold, and it might have been because Hiroto refused to wear his winter clothes in the spring. Whatever the reason, Hiroto was sick enough he could barely make it out of bed to pee after Tora carried him home Friday night.
The whole band had gotten together for an innocent outing to a club, a relaxing night before the craziness of tour preparation began, but it all ended without a single drop of alcohol downed when five minutes into the get-together Hiroto fell woozily off his seat and would have gotten a face-full of sticky linoleum if Saga’s foot hadn’t been there instead.
Nao immediately confirmed the severity of their youngest member’s health and warned everyone on pain of death or dismemberment to stay as far away from the guitarist as possible. Tora was of course in charge of bringing Hiroto home and they all quickly parted ways, each receiving a text message two seconds later commanding each to go straight home, shower, sanitize, and wash their clothes because they would sure as hell not be getting sick before the tour if Nao could help it. There was also a special side note requesting Tora’s presence at Nao’s place for the week.
Stumbling under the other’s limp weight and heaving a long-suffering sigh at their band leader’s excessive paranoia, Tora took a taxi home. He figured they had about two weeks before the tour’s first show and it was enough time for any of them to get sick and fully recover. Taking his jacket off, Tora pulled Hiroto’s arms through before sitting back in his seat. He really was silly for not wearing more than a t-shirt in this kind of weather. Tora really meant to say something about it earlier, but got distracted by how low and how well the shirt actually hung on the other. Now here he was with a sick little Pon on his hands and directions to steer clear of him as soon as possible.
---
Tora tried not to look too suspicious as he placed Hiroto on the elevator floor. Only four floors to go. Four floors, four floors, four floors. An elderly lady, the only elderly lady in the otherwise empty lift, was glaring disapprovingly at the two occupying a majority of the standing space. He had to admit it did look quite bad, what with both of them smelling of tobacco and Hiroto with a bruise steadily forming on his jaw, shirt ridden halfway up his chest. But served him right for being so damn stubborn all the time. Like the seasons would actually change if everyone would just wear less clothes with him. Tora gave the smaller man’s bellybutton a tickle just to emphasize his point, causing the mortified lady to blush fiercely at the decidedly closed door while Hiroto hummed quietly in his sleep, batting gently at the floor in complaint.
Soon after their exit Hiroto found himself surrounded by soft pillows and sheets, the stark contrast between their bed and the elevator’s hard, metal floor stirring him back into consciousness. He rolled to his side, panting at the slight exertion on his weak body, only to see Tora throwing a couple shirts into his duffel bag.
“Tora-a? Where are you going?” he breathed.
He was instantly by Hiroto’s side with medicine and a cup of water.
“Hey, how’re you holding up?” To which Hiroto promptly spilled the rest of the water on himself trying to sit up.
“Where are you going?”
“Nao’s making all of us stay away from you so we won’t get sick too. The tour and stuff, nothing personal. I’m just going over to Nao’s tonight to keep him quiet. I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?”
Hiroto was silent while Tora helped him change and get ready for bed.
“Tell everyone I’m sorry for ruining the fun,” he whispered as Tora gave him a final hug goodbye.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tora grimaced. “Shou was about to make me dance with him, so I’m sure you would have been sick either way.”
Hiroto smiled into his pillow remembering the first time he’d seen Shou make Tora dance. The forceful way Shou had swung his hips while Tora rocked awkwardly along, seemingly too star-struck by the other’s glamorous dance moves to actually dance.
“Love you Pon.”
“Love you more.”
---
A week had officially passed and Tora was still being held captive by their inhumanly strong drummer. Nao had offered to allow Tora to go to Saga or Shou’s apartment, but this was only if Nao were there himself and was a mostly pointless offer since Tora was mostly certain his pets and the other two’s pets would kill each other. Nonetheless, Tora remained indoors because the temptation to return to his own apartment and see Hiroto was deemed too great a risk.
“I’m not being mean, Tora. It’s only practical. Think of how awful it would be for the fans if we had to postpone, heaven forbid, cancel a show because you two can’t keep your hands to yourself while disease lingers?!?”
“Come on Nao, it’s not like that!”
But it was precisely like that.
Tora was itching to get his hands on Hiroto after it became clear he wouldn’t be leaving Nao’s guest room for a while. Call it reverse psychology, call it devout love, call it what you may, but there was one thing Tora knew for sure: he needed to get out before Nao made him watch another minute of tape-recorded anime or assemble yet another Gundam model. At least he had his cats, but even Chikin was beginning to claw at the walls in protest.
It also didn’t help that Hiroto took it upon himself to call Tora every day and complain about how hot and bothered it made him to be separated from Tora for so long in a breathy voice that had Tora squirming.
“Pon stop. Seriously. You’re still sick and sick means no sex. Period. Now quit fooling around and tell me you’re getting better already.”
“I am doing better! I haven’t thrown up since the last time I ate!”
“What the hell Hiroto?! You’re supposed to be eating. Are you not eating?!?”
“No I have! I have! I just keep barfing it up… No! I mean I ate some pudding right after my breakfast came back up this morning and it’s still in my stomach. Oh wait. Someone’s at the door - Shou! I’ll talk to you later Tora!”
“What the,” Tora heard a distinct ‘Hiroto!’ and ‘Shit!’ echoing over the line before it went dead, “NAO!”
Nao slid slowly into the room, eyebrow cocked above the thick rim of his glasses and a remote in hand.
“Nao, I don’t think Hiroto’s contagious anymore.”
“Ah ah ahhh, Tora-chan. You can never be a hundred percent sure of these things - ”
“The hell I care, Nao-chan,” Tora interjected. “Shou’s over there right now inhaling all these 'things' as we speak, doing who knows what to Hiroto, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t eaten properly in who knows how long.”
Nao’s cool collect was immediately shattered at the mention of their precious vocalist breathing the contaminated air of Tora and Hiroto’s apartment.
“Over my dead body. MY DEAD BODY!!!!!!!!!!!” Nao roared and he was immediately off, a satisfied Tora trailing quickly behind him.
---
“Pon, what the hell?! They’ll be over here any second now! And here I thought I’d come visit lonely, sick, little you and bring you nourishment and company, but nooooohoho: BETRAYAL!”
Hiroto smacked Shou’s flailing arms down before hinting suggestively, “We’ve got time.”
“WHAT?!? NO!” Shou was beyond lost at this point. Nao was going to kill him. Tora would too if he didn’t escape soon.
“Please Shou? I’m so horny. You’ll get a free fuck, no strings attached. No one will ever know and please? Please Shou? I’ll lock the door and everything” Shou had to admit those pleading lips and eyes looked awfully tempting at the moment. “I won’t get to see Tora for another week…” Hiroto moaned and trailed off here before turning the full force of his earnest begging onto Shou. “I just want some…”
Shou was out the door before he could do anything stupid because Pon acted stupid enough for the both of them when he was the least bit off, leaving a feverish Pon growling out his frustrations face first into the sheets.
And that’s how they found him, half hard and completely delirious with his butt in the air, Shou’s well-meaning container of strawberries sitting next to the bed. Tora glared around the room looking for their vocalist as he pulled Hiroto, who was drowsily, albeit determinedly, humping the air, into a sleeping position under the covers. He seemed to revive a little at the sight of his lover.
“Tomo! Sex! Now! Yes? Please?”
“He’s obviously not cured yet,” Nao snickered beside Tora’s shocked expression, “Look, he’s not even looking at you.”
Hiroto’s head lolled to the side as Shou’s strawberries came into focus.
“I am toooo paying attention Nono-chan!” Hiroto replied. He took the opportunity to growl into Tora’s lap, rubbing a good amount of spit onto the other's perfectly clean jeans, as he reached over and grabbed two strawberries from the container. Nao giggled harder while Hiroto rearranged himself against the bed’s headboard.
“So can we?”
“What? Ye - NO Hiroto I told already toldyou NO! I’m trying not to get sick before our tour remember?” There was a long pause as Nao and Tora watched in hypnotic fascination as Hiroto began to violently slam the two strawberries together, effectively mashing and rubbing them into a strawberry mess in his lap.
“Um. What are you doing Pon?”
“Sex Toto-kun. SEX.”
“What?”
Hiroto heaved a long sigh, as if he was explaining something to a ridiculously slow Tora for the fiftieth time in a row.
“Sex Toki-san. The strawberries are having sex and having lots of fun and I’m going to let them have as much fun as they want allllllllllllll night long because I can’t have any.” The accompanying silence was punctuated by a soft release of air as Hiroto passed out at the head of the bed, sending a pillow to the floor along with a second pair of berry victims only seconds away from having the time of their lives. He was still recovering and all the excitement seemed to have exhausted his body.
Nao snorted so hard he choked on the snot in his throat.
“Well, I’ll be off to tell Saga everything and make sure Shou bathes… Have fun with that…” By that Nao was pointing to a snoring, smelly Pon covered in sticky berry juice, progressively tangling himself further into the web of sheets and blankets that seemed to have grown and accumulated over the past week.
“Oh fuck you Nao,” Tora shot back, throwing his shoe at the quickly retreating man. “You know if you had just let me stay, Hiroto would probably be fine now and our house wouldn’t be a mess,” he called out.
Nao completely ignored Tora’s righteous nagging and left after tripping on a frying pan hiding in the bathroom doorway.
Sighing, Tora slowly attempted to peel off Hiroto’s dirty shirt. He instantly found himself pulled into a sticky embrace.
“Timmy don’t leave…”
Tora smiled fondly at the other, pulling him closer to kiss his forehead.
“I won’t leave Pon. And when you get better we’ll go on tour and have strawberry sex so loud Nao’s ears will be ringing.”
A/N:
LOL. Oh well.
Everything kind of comes out stupid 8D
Look! I even named it after the theme ROFL. SO creative XDDD If you have any ideas about that, I’d LOVE to change it to something, anything else.
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 044 Strawberry Sex (Ken Hirai)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: Dorky Alice Nine~
Comments: I can’t remember what went wrong XD
Strawberry Sex
It might have been the change in seasons, it might have been because it was still cold, and it might have been because Hiroto refused to wear his winter clothes in the spring. Whatever the reason, Hiroto was sick enough he could barely make it out of bed to pee after Tora carried him home Friday night.
The whole band had gotten together for an innocent outing to a club, a relaxing night before the craziness of tour preparation began, but it all ended without a single drop of alcohol downed when five minutes into the get-together Hiroto fell woozily off his seat and would have gotten a face-full of sticky linoleum if Saga’s foot hadn’t been there instead.
Nao immediately confirmed the severity of their youngest member’s health and warned everyone on pain of death or dismemberment to stay as far away from the guitarist as possible. Tora was of course in charge of bringing Hiroto home and they all quickly parted ways, each receiving a text message two seconds later commanding each to go straight home, shower, sanitize, and wash their clothes because they would sure as hell not be getting sick before the tour if Nao could help it. There was also a special side note requesting Tora’s presence at Nao’s place for the week.
Stumbling under the other’s limp weight and heaving a long-suffering sigh at their band leader’s excessive paranoia, Tora took a taxi home. He figured they had about two weeks before the tour’s first show and it was enough time for any of them to get sick and fully recover. Taking his jacket off, Tora pulled Hiroto’s arms through before sitting back in his seat. He really was silly for not wearing more than a t-shirt in this kind of weather. Tora really meant to say something about it earlier, but got distracted by how low and how well the shirt actually hung on the other. Now here he was with a sick little Pon on his hands and directions to steer clear of him as soon as possible.
---
Tora tried not to look too suspicious as he placed Hiroto on the elevator floor. Only four floors to go. Four floors, four floors, four floors. An elderly lady, the only elderly lady in the otherwise empty lift, was glaring disapprovingly at the two occupying a majority of the standing space. He had to admit it did look quite bad, what with both of them smelling of tobacco and Hiroto with a bruise steadily forming on his jaw, shirt ridden halfway up his chest. But served him right for being so damn stubborn all the time. Like the seasons would actually change if everyone would just wear less clothes with him. Tora gave the smaller man’s bellybutton a tickle just to emphasize his point, causing the mortified lady to blush fiercely at the decidedly closed door while Hiroto hummed quietly in his sleep, batting gently at the floor in complaint.
Soon after their exit Hiroto found himself surrounded by soft pillows and sheets, the stark contrast between their bed and the elevator’s hard, metal floor stirring him back into consciousness. He rolled to his side, panting at the slight exertion on his weak body, only to see Tora throwing a couple shirts into his duffel bag.
“Tora-a? Where are you going?” he breathed.
He was instantly by Hiroto’s side with medicine and a cup of water.
“Hey, how’re you holding up?” To which Hiroto promptly spilled the rest of the water on himself trying to sit up.
“Where are you going?”
“Nao’s making all of us stay away from you so we won’t get sick too. The tour and stuff, nothing personal. I’m just going over to Nao’s tonight to keep him quiet. I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?”
Hiroto was silent while Tora helped him change and get ready for bed.
“Tell everyone I’m sorry for ruining the fun,” he whispered as Tora gave him a final hug goodbye.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tora grimaced. “Shou was about to make me dance with him, so I’m sure you would have been sick either way.”
Hiroto smiled into his pillow remembering the first time he’d seen Shou make Tora dance. The forceful way Shou had swung his hips while Tora rocked awkwardly along, seemingly too star-struck by the other’s glamorous dance moves to actually dance.
“Love you Pon.”
“Love you more.”
---
A week had officially passed and Tora was still being held captive by their inhumanly strong drummer. Nao had offered to allow Tora to go to Saga or Shou’s apartment, but this was only if Nao were there himself and was a mostly pointless offer since Tora was mostly certain his pets and the other two’s pets would kill each other. Nonetheless, Tora remained indoors because the temptation to return to his own apartment and see Hiroto was deemed too great a risk.
“I’m not being mean, Tora. It’s only practical. Think of how awful it would be for the fans if we had to postpone, heaven forbid, cancel a show because you two can’t keep your hands to yourself while disease lingers?!?”
“Come on Nao, it’s not like that!”
But it was precisely like that.
Tora was itching to get his hands on Hiroto after it became clear he wouldn’t be leaving Nao’s guest room for a while. Call it reverse psychology, call it devout love, call it what you may, but there was one thing Tora knew for sure: he needed to get out before Nao made him watch another minute of tape-recorded anime or assemble yet another Gundam model. At least he had his cats, but even Chikin was beginning to claw at the walls in protest.
It also didn’t help that Hiroto took it upon himself to call Tora every day and complain about how hot and bothered it made him to be separated from Tora for so long in a breathy voice that had Tora squirming.
“Pon stop. Seriously. You’re still sick and sick means no sex. Period. Now quit fooling around and tell me you’re getting better already.”
“I am doing better! I haven’t thrown up since the last time I ate!”
“What the hell Hiroto?! You’re supposed to be eating. Are you not eating?!?”
“No I have! I have! I just keep barfing it up… No! I mean I ate some pudding right after my breakfast came back up this morning and it’s still in my stomach. Oh wait. Someone’s at the door - Shou! I’ll talk to you later Tora!”
“What the,” Tora heard a distinct ‘Hiroto!’ and ‘Shit!’ echoing over the line before it went dead, “NAO!”
Nao slid slowly into the room, eyebrow cocked above the thick rim of his glasses and a remote in hand.
“Nao, I don’t think Hiroto’s contagious anymore.”
“Ah ah ahhh, Tora-chan. You can never be a hundred percent sure of these things - ”
“The hell I care, Nao-chan,” Tora interjected. “Shou’s over there right now inhaling all these 'things' as we speak, doing who knows what to Hiroto, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t eaten properly in who knows how long.”
Nao’s cool collect was immediately shattered at the mention of their precious vocalist breathing the contaminated air of Tora and Hiroto’s apartment.
“Over my dead body. MY DEAD BODY!!!!!!!!!!!” Nao roared and he was immediately off, a satisfied Tora trailing quickly behind him.
---
“Pon, what the hell?! They’ll be over here any second now! And here I thought I’d come visit lonely, sick, little you and bring you nourishment and company, but nooooohoho: BETRAYAL!”
Hiroto smacked Shou’s flailing arms down before hinting suggestively, “We’ve got time.”
“WHAT?!? NO!” Shou was beyond lost at this point. Nao was going to kill him. Tora would too if he didn’t escape soon.
“Please Shou? I’m so horny. You’ll get a free fuck, no strings attached. No one will ever know and please? Please Shou? I’ll lock the door and everything” Shou had to admit those pleading lips and eyes looked awfully tempting at the moment. “I won’t get to see Tora for another week…” Hiroto moaned and trailed off here before turning the full force of his earnest begging onto Shou. “I just want some…”
Shou was out the door before he could do anything stupid because Pon acted stupid enough for the both of them when he was the least bit off, leaving a feverish Pon growling out his frustrations face first into the sheets.
And that’s how they found him, half hard and completely delirious with his butt in the air, Shou’s well-meaning container of strawberries sitting next to the bed. Tora glared around the room looking for their vocalist as he pulled Hiroto, who was drowsily, albeit determinedly, humping the air, into a sleeping position under the covers. He seemed to revive a little at the sight of his lover.
“Tomo! Sex! Now! Yes? Please?”
“He’s obviously not cured yet,” Nao snickered beside Tora’s shocked expression, “Look, he’s not even looking at you.”
Hiroto’s head lolled to the side as Shou’s strawberries came into focus.
“I am toooo paying attention Nono-chan!” Hiroto replied. He took the opportunity to growl into Tora’s lap, rubbing a good amount of spit onto the other's perfectly clean jeans, as he reached over and grabbed two strawberries from the container. Nao giggled harder while Hiroto rearranged himself against the bed’s headboard.
“So can we?”
“What? Ye - NO Hiroto I told already toldyou NO! I’m trying not to get sick before our tour remember?” There was a long pause as Nao and Tora watched in hypnotic fascination as Hiroto began to violently slam the two strawberries together, effectively mashing and rubbing them into a strawberry mess in his lap.
“Um. What are you doing Pon?”
“Sex Toto-kun. SEX.”
“What?”
Hiroto heaved a long sigh, as if he was explaining something to a ridiculously slow Tora for the fiftieth time in a row.
“Sex Toki-san. The strawberries are having sex and having lots of fun and I’m going to let them have as much fun as they want allllllllllllll night long because I can’t have any.” The accompanying silence was punctuated by a soft release of air as Hiroto passed out at the head of the bed, sending a pillow to the floor along with a second pair of berry victims only seconds away from having the time of their lives. He was still recovering and all the excitement seemed to have exhausted his body.
Nao snorted so hard he choked on the snot in his throat.
“Well, I’ll be off to tell Saga everything and make sure Shou bathes… Have fun with that…” By that Nao was pointing to a snoring, smelly Pon covered in sticky berry juice, progressively tangling himself further into the web of sheets and blankets that seemed to have grown and accumulated over the past week.
“Oh fuck you Nao,” Tora shot back, throwing his shoe at the quickly retreating man. “You know if you had just let me stay, Hiroto would probably be fine now and our house wouldn’t be a mess,” he called out.
Nao completely ignored Tora’s righteous nagging and left after tripping on a frying pan hiding in the bathroom doorway.
Sighing, Tora slowly attempted to peel off Hiroto’s dirty shirt. He instantly found himself pulled into a sticky embrace.
“Timmy don’t leave…”
Tora smiled fondly at the other, pulling him closer to kiss his forehead.
“I won’t leave Pon. And when you get better we’ll go on tour and have strawberry sex so loud Nao’s ears will be ringing.”
A/N:
LOL. Oh well.
Everything kind of comes out stupid 8D
Look! I even named it after the theme ROFL. SO creative XDDD If you have any ideas about that, I’d LOVE to change it to something, anything else.
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