remix of littlealex' 'dance lessons'
Title: Let’s shake it on the dance floor
Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Sho/Aiba
Warnings/Genre: Fluff, comedy
Notes: Aiba likes to try new things. Aiba likes to make Sho try new things. When Aiba likes said new things, he’s inclined to want to do them again.
Link to Original Story: dance lessons
Link to Original Writer: littlealex
How Sho finds himself standing awkwardly in his living room, colourful material draped across his body as Aiba gleefully pleads him to ‘Shake your hips more, Sho-chan,’ and ‘Extend your hands properly- Yeah, like that!’, he’s really not quite sure.
He had never intended to wear the sari again - had been quite happy to try to bury the memory of the experience deep, deep in some hidden corner of his subconscious - but here he finds himself wearing it again, having fallen prey to the likes of Aiba (nothing new there).
It’s not that he hadn’t enjoyed the dance lesson, even if this isn’t something he intends to admit to Aiba at any point in the foreseeable future, but he certainly would’ve preferred to have done it in men’s clothing; in the best case scenario, learning the man’s part of the dance.
Sadly, Aiba had rather liked the sari, it seems, and so Sho finds himself in it again, counting down the seconds until he’s allowed to stop shaking his hips in a way that’s probably illegal, and get changed back into his rather more favoured attire of shirt and jeans. It doesn’t take long for the sari to slip again, like it always does, and oh, there’s Aiba’s hand already reaching for his nipple - nothing new there either - and Sho would think that he’s never been this embarrassed before, but that would be a lie considering his field of work (because really, VS Arashi is just an excuse to embarrass him every single week by exposing his imminent failure at sports to the world - and then there’s all the other shows that they go on, where general embarrassment is just to be expected. Thankfully, Sho doesn’t really mind this - it’s actually rather fun).
It’s at this point that Sho knows he should probably grow a bit more of a backbone where Aiba’s concerned, because he always gives in too easily. If he didn’t give in too easily, he would never have been convinced into ever putting the sari on in the first place. In fact, he’d probably never have been convinced into going to the dance lessons in the first place either.
This said, Sho’s not all that sure that he wants to gain more resistance to Aiba, because that would lead to things like being denied all those secret kisses in dark corners and storage rooms - not something Sho particularly wants to give up. So Sho is always left with a decision to make, and these decisions always tend to go the same way in the end - hence the lack of resistance.
“Come on,” Aiba had said, “It’ll be fun! Promise!” and this had been accompanied by some rather insistent sleeve tugging - something that Sho's always found himself to be surprisingly weak to, for some reason (possibly because he's always quite liked having use of both hands, and when one’s sleeve is being tugged it makes this rather impossible, as is to be expected).
So, Aiba had said this, and Sho had tried his utmost to resist, he really had (because really, he should have no obligation to go - he and Aiba weren’t exactly a couple or anything, even if the secret sneaky kissing was really good) but somehow the firm ‘No’ that he’d started off with in his head had wandered off somewhere at the sound of Aiba’s threat of withholding said secret sneaky kissing, and Sho had ended up trying to bargain.
“If I take this lesson with you and hate it, what will you do?” Sho had said, because if anything he likes to think that he’s a diplomatic kind of person in these situations, and because bargaining is always good at giving him time to assess whether Aiba’s requests are worth taking or not (not that this generally stops him from ending up doing them, even if they aren’t worth his while).
“If you give it your best shot - and I mean your best shot, because you know I know when you're faking it - then I won't mind. If you're half-hearted about it, I'm not going to kiss you again. No inappropriate groping. And I definitely won't be going down on you. Until you try again.” Aiba had replied, and Sho had considered some more, because Sho’s never been one to make decisions without considering all the outcomes. In this particular case, it hadn’t taken Sho long to come to the conclusion that the benefits outweighed the costs, and so he had somewhat reluctantly agreed. That, however, had been before he learned about the sari (although quite honestly, Sho would have to admit, albeit rather begrudgingly, that even with that bit of information he probably still would have ended up agreeing in the end).
And so Sho had ended up at the dance lesson a week later, wearing these ridiculous red pants covered in gold sequins (although it had to be said that they couldn't be considered any more ridiculous that some of the things they wore on stage - in fact, compared to come things one might say that they were relatively tame) as Aiba stood happily next to him wearing exactly the same. Sho had been okay with this. This wasn't too bad, it really wasn't. And then it had been announced that one of them would have to be the female, and Sho's hopes for any remaining dignity had gone completely out the window.
And as if Sho's dignity hadn't already been lowered enough, Aiba had uttered the dreaded words: “Is there a different costume for the women?”, and with that Sho had been presented with a glittering pink sari.
“Aiba, I'm going to kill you.” Sho had said flatly, but the instructor had paid this statement no heed (either this, or she just didn't care what happened to Aiba) and had proceeded to help him into the sari. It probably wouldn't have been quite so bad if the damn thing hadn't had a complete inability to stay on properly, but as things were it did have this problem, so Sho had ended up revealing a nipple with every arm movement - this fact was made worse by Aiba's decision to take the opportunity to tweak Sho's nipple every time this happened.
All truth told, it hadn't been too bad. If Sho were to entirely forget about the nipple tweaking and the fact that he was essentially pretending to be a woman, he might even have admitted that he really liked it, but as things were he refused to admit to this liking for fear of being made to do it all again. This is why when Aiba had asked whether Sho had fun, Sho had ended up replying with a rather nonchalant “It was okay.” as opposed to the “Yeah, actually, I really kind of did.” that he might have been more willing to say were he dressed as a man.
Aiba had, however, seen through this façade of nonchalance, which might have given Sho reason to despair, had Aiba not said, “It's okay, I won't make you do it again. This was a one time only lesson.”
Of course, the only response to that in Sho's mind was a rather large sigh of relief, accompanied by a “Thank God.”
And that was when Aiba had said it. “But I wouldn't mind if you wore a sari again...”
And this is how Sho finds himself in his living room in a sari again - purple this time - shaking his hips in that ridiculous way, a mere two weeks later. Aiba had turned up on his doorstep with a big grin and a plastic bag full of purple sari and matching sequinned trousers, and Sho had foolishly let him in without asking to see what was in the bag.
“It would be a waste of money,” Aiba had said, “if we didn't continue our practice - we don't want to forget the moves.” And just like that the sari had been on and the dancing had begun.
“You sound like you've been talking to Nino,” Sho had said, “please tell me you haven't. Please tell me he didn't guilt trip you into thinking that not practising any more would be a waste of our money and then send you over here with a camera or something.”
Aiba hadn't answered that, and this is why Sho isn't surprised when Aiba pulls out a digital camera just before the song starts to draw to a close and starts snapping photos before Sho can protest.
“It's a memory.” Aiba says innocently, switching the camera to video mode.
“You mean blackmail.” Sho lunges towards Aiba in order to stop the other - and maybe accidentally break the camera and all incriminating photos on it.
“You'd have to ask Nino about that.”
It's inevitable that Sho will resort to tickling to get the camera, and the tactic actually works rather well - within a matter of moments he has the camera in his hands and is quite happily wiping the memory. This is when the sari slips again, and Aiba's hand is automatically reaching up to tweak a nipple, causing Sho to drop the camera rather spectacularly.
“You're paying for that.” Aiba says solemnly.
“Yeah,” Sho agrees, looking pitifully at the flickering screen of the camera on the floor, “Yeah, I am.”
Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Sho/Aiba
Warnings/Genre: Fluff, comedy
Notes: Aiba likes to try new things. Aiba likes to make Sho try new things. When Aiba likes said new things, he’s inclined to want to do them again.
Link to Original Story: dance lessons
Link to Original Writer: littlealex
How Sho finds himself standing awkwardly in his living room, colourful material draped across his body as Aiba gleefully pleads him to ‘Shake your hips more, Sho-chan,’ and ‘Extend your hands properly- Yeah, like that!’, he’s really not quite sure.
He had never intended to wear the sari again - had been quite happy to try to bury the memory of the experience deep, deep in some hidden corner of his subconscious - but here he finds himself wearing it again, having fallen prey to the likes of Aiba (nothing new there).
It’s not that he hadn’t enjoyed the dance lesson, even if this isn’t something he intends to admit to Aiba at any point in the foreseeable future, but he certainly would’ve preferred to have done it in men’s clothing; in the best case scenario, learning the man’s part of the dance.
Sadly, Aiba had rather liked the sari, it seems, and so Sho finds himself in it again, counting down the seconds until he’s allowed to stop shaking his hips in a way that’s probably illegal, and get changed back into his rather more favoured attire of shirt and jeans. It doesn’t take long for the sari to slip again, like it always does, and oh, there’s Aiba’s hand already reaching for his nipple - nothing new there either - and Sho would think that he’s never been this embarrassed before, but that would be a lie considering his field of work (because really, VS Arashi is just an excuse to embarrass him every single week by exposing his imminent failure at sports to the world - and then there’s all the other shows that they go on, where general embarrassment is just to be expected. Thankfully, Sho doesn’t really mind this - it’s actually rather fun).
It’s at this point that Sho knows he should probably grow a bit more of a backbone where Aiba’s concerned, because he always gives in too easily. If he didn’t give in too easily, he would never have been convinced into ever putting the sari on in the first place. In fact, he’d probably never have been convinced into going to the dance lessons in the first place either.
This said, Sho’s not all that sure that he wants to gain more resistance to Aiba, because that would lead to things like being denied all those secret kisses in dark corners and storage rooms - not something Sho particularly wants to give up. So Sho is always left with a decision to make, and these decisions always tend to go the same way in the end - hence the lack of resistance.
“Come on,” Aiba had said, “It’ll be fun! Promise!” and this had been accompanied by some rather insistent sleeve tugging - something that Sho's always found himself to be surprisingly weak to, for some reason (possibly because he's always quite liked having use of both hands, and when one’s sleeve is being tugged it makes this rather impossible, as is to be expected).
So, Aiba had said this, and Sho had tried his utmost to resist, he really had (because really, he should have no obligation to go - he and Aiba weren’t exactly a couple or anything, even if the secret sneaky kissing was really good) but somehow the firm ‘No’ that he’d started off with in his head had wandered off somewhere at the sound of Aiba’s threat of withholding said secret sneaky kissing, and Sho had ended up trying to bargain.
“If I take this lesson with you and hate it, what will you do?” Sho had said, because if anything he likes to think that he’s a diplomatic kind of person in these situations, and because bargaining is always good at giving him time to assess whether Aiba’s requests are worth taking or not (not that this generally stops him from ending up doing them, even if they aren’t worth his while).
“If you give it your best shot - and I mean your best shot, because you know I know when you're faking it - then I won't mind. If you're half-hearted about it, I'm not going to kiss you again. No inappropriate groping. And I definitely won't be going down on you. Until you try again.” Aiba had replied, and Sho had considered some more, because Sho’s never been one to make decisions without considering all the outcomes. In this particular case, it hadn’t taken Sho long to come to the conclusion that the benefits outweighed the costs, and so he had somewhat reluctantly agreed. That, however, had been before he learned about the sari (although quite honestly, Sho would have to admit, albeit rather begrudgingly, that even with that bit of information he probably still would have ended up agreeing in the end).
And so Sho had ended up at the dance lesson a week later, wearing these ridiculous red pants covered in gold sequins (although it had to be said that they couldn't be considered any more ridiculous that some of the things they wore on stage - in fact, compared to come things one might say that they were relatively tame) as Aiba stood happily next to him wearing exactly the same. Sho had been okay with this. This wasn't too bad, it really wasn't. And then it had been announced that one of them would have to be the female, and Sho's hopes for any remaining dignity had gone completely out the window.
And as if Sho's dignity hadn't already been lowered enough, Aiba had uttered the dreaded words: “Is there a different costume for the women?”, and with that Sho had been presented with a glittering pink sari.
“Aiba, I'm going to kill you.” Sho had said flatly, but the instructor had paid this statement no heed (either this, or she just didn't care what happened to Aiba) and had proceeded to help him into the sari. It probably wouldn't have been quite so bad if the damn thing hadn't had a complete inability to stay on properly, but as things were it did have this problem, so Sho had ended up revealing a nipple with every arm movement - this fact was made worse by Aiba's decision to take the opportunity to tweak Sho's nipple every time this happened.
All truth told, it hadn't been too bad. If Sho were to entirely forget about the nipple tweaking and the fact that he was essentially pretending to be a woman, he might even have admitted that he really liked it, but as things were he refused to admit to this liking for fear of being made to do it all again. This is why when Aiba had asked whether Sho had fun, Sho had ended up replying with a rather nonchalant “It was okay.” as opposed to the “Yeah, actually, I really kind of did.” that he might have been more willing to say were he dressed as a man.
Aiba had, however, seen through this façade of nonchalance, which might have given Sho reason to despair, had Aiba not said, “It's okay, I won't make you do it again. This was a one time only lesson.”
Of course, the only response to that in Sho's mind was a rather large sigh of relief, accompanied by a “Thank God.”
And that was when Aiba had said it. “But I wouldn't mind if you wore a sari again...”
And this is how Sho finds himself in his living room in a sari again - purple this time - shaking his hips in that ridiculous way, a mere two weeks later. Aiba had turned up on his doorstep with a big grin and a plastic bag full of purple sari and matching sequinned trousers, and Sho had foolishly let him in without asking to see what was in the bag.
“It would be a waste of money,” Aiba had said, “if we didn't continue our practice - we don't want to forget the moves.” And just like that the sari had been on and the dancing had begun.
“You sound like you've been talking to Nino,” Sho had said, “please tell me you haven't. Please tell me he didn't guilt trip you into thinking that not practising any more would be a waste of our money and then send you over here with a camera or something.”
Aiba hadn't answered that, and this is why Sho isn't surprised when Aiba pulls out a digital camera just before the song starts to draw to a close and starts snapping photos before Sho can protest.
“It's a memory.” Aiba says innocently, switching the camera to video mode.
“You mean blackmail.” Sho lunges towards Aiba in order to stop the other - and maybe accidentally break the camera and all incriminating photos on it.
“You'd have to ask Nino about that.”
It's inevitable that Sho will resort to tickling to get the camera, and the tactic actually works rather well - within a matter of moments he has the camera in his hands and is quite happily wiping the memory. This is when the sari slips again, and Aiba's hand is automatically reaching up to tweak a nipple, causing Sho to drop the camera rather spectacularly.
“You're paying for that.” Aiba says solemnly.
“Yeah,” Sho agrees, looking pitifully at the flickering screen of the camera on the floor, “Yeah, I am.”