[12 Days 12/12 (!!!)] [arashi] [aibajun] the first five times 5/?
I - I did it ----!! ... sort of. I WAS KIND OF HOPING TO BE DONE WITH THIS FIC BY THE END OF TWELFTH NIGHT DAMMIT.
Right now I'm kind of dismally hoping I finish by Valentine's day. *sigh*
TITLE: The First Five Times
PAIRING: Arashi, AibaJun, Ohmiya secondary
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Oh god, not mine.
RATING: R because I freaking made Matsujun a freaking hooker you guys. Please note that the rating is mostly because of the language so far, and will probably continue that way. It's actually more of a screwball comedy .... about hookers.
SUMMARY: Strike a pose~
NOTES: I guess I don't have any dignity left after all! Thanks to acchikocchi, beckerbell, honooko, lady_gemma, nyonyo and wintersjuly for putting up with my whining, iluguys ;___;♥
this thing hit 11000 tonight. I'll be over here drowning my sorrows in demon gin, thx.
Also, thanks to tammaiya for suggesting an English rendering of どんなことばで that didn't suck like my idea, which was 'uh..."with what words"? THIS REALLY STINKS'.
| PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE |
The office was more of a converted warehouse, with assistants scurrying, photographers lugging equipment and stylists rushing everywhere. There were several studio rooms leading out from the main area, with strong natural light and glimpses of mannequins through the light sliding doors. It was like five minutes before the last rat abandoned the ship. Rie-chan was the epicenter of the chaos, everywhere at once, her loud laugh carrying above the other noise and confusion. The entire place smelled of hot lights and drying hair spray and a little of starch.
Jun tried to watch from the sidelines, but somehow Aiba wouldn't let him, dragging him along through sheer force of will as his hair was done and his makeup applied. One of the stylists eyed Jun's llama-chewed hair and offered to fix it for him, an offer he was grateful to accept. That led to someone else thinking Jun must be part of the shoot, and advancing on him with a powder puff. "Hey!" said Jun, but Aiba twisted around in his chair and said, "It'd be fun, wouldn't it?" and Jun caved. He was uneasily aware that he did that around Aiba a lot.
He drew the line when a girl appeared in front of him with a pair of jeans and something like a cloud of teal fluff. He was pretty sure it was a shirt, but from the other things on the racks surrounding Aiba, he could be horribly wrong. "I am not part of this nonsense," he said loudly. The costume girl took a step back but didn't move.
"You could be," said Aiba, coming up to him.
Jun looked over at him. "I don't know how to suggest this," he said, keeping his eyes politely on the birthmark, "but you might be pinched less if you would do up your pants."
Aiba looked down. "Huh," he said, but made no move to button his jeans. Jun tried not to look at the dip of his hipbone or the muscles of his chest and abdomen.
"And for God's sake put on a shi--- not that one," said Jun.
Aiba looked at the safety yellow t-shirt and tilted his head. "Is there something wrong with it? It was in the rack of stuff I could wear."
Jun thought he was going to cry. "You shut your mouth," he said. "I'm going to break up with you!"
"What, we're still going out?" said Aiba hopefully. Jun glared at him and pawed through the racks of clothes and threw a lavender t-shirt, a gauzy overshirt and a heavy belt at Aiba's head and stood over him while he put them on. Then he sorted through the jewelry bins and pulled out a silver chain with a St Christopher medal and a crowned, winged heart pendant and dropped them over his head. He followed by a lucky shot to Aiba's chest with a rainbow striped cuff and an exquisitely plain silver ring.
"You've got a good eye," said Rie-chan, materializing behind him. "What would you do for a partner outfit? If there was another person in that shoot?"
"Male or female?" said Jun, looking through the racks. There was a Dolce and Garbana shirt that he had been visiting every week in the fashionable district.
"Male," said Rie-chan, and if he had been a little less crazed by all the clothes around him and the way Aiba still managed to look half-naked fully clothed, he might have had wit enough to notice the glint in her eyes. As it was, he pulled out a black shirt clouded over with a green iridescent print, and a black belt that wrapped twice around the waist and fastened with a heavy rhinestone buckle in the shape of a crown. He added a choker strung with red, blue, yellow, purple and green beads and a heavy black cuff.
"That looks wonderful," said Rie-chan. "Get changed. Chop chop."
"I beg your pardon," said Jun.
"Hurry up, we gotta get the test shots done by three," said Rie-chan.
Jun glared at her.
"We don't have a partner for that guy yet," explained Rie-chan, tilting her head toward Aiba. "And he always gets nervous the first few times anyway, so it'd be good to have someone he was comfortable with doing it with him."
"I'm not a model," said Jun.
"Please?" said Aiba, and Jun didn't look at him because he could tell by his voice that Aiba was wearing the same expression that had gotten Jun within chewing distance of the llama. "I'd really like to do a shoot with you."
Jun waited long enough to make it clear he was doing it as a favor only, and said, "Fine." He looked at Aiba to make sure he knew that he owed Jun, and Aiba smiled at him, sweet and a little sharp.
"Let's work hard together, Jun-chan," he chirped.
Jun was speechless.
--
Rie-chan clapped her hands loudly. "All right, people!" she said. "I'll go over this again for our special guest." Somehow she managed to make that sound like 'fresh, tasty meat'. "Our theme for the new campaign is 'How Should I Say It?', and that means I want to see some communication." She wriggled her eyebrows.
"AAGH," said Aiba, leaping a foot in the air, toward Jun and away from an assistant wearing an unconvincing expression of angelic innocence. "THAT'S NOT WORDS, AOKI-SAN."
"Get off!" said Jun, and to the assistant, "Stop feeling up the merchandise!" Aiba clung to his back, pushing his face into the back of Jun's neck. "Seriously, get off me, you freak."
"But Matsujun smells nice and he's really warm," said Aiba, and that was when the photographer got the first picture.
--
Modeling was hard work. Jun caught on quickly, but it was still difficult, stopping and starting and posing but still looking natural, and above all, ignoring the camera unless it wanted you to look at it. It reminded him of a client he'd had who liked to watch. Even Jun thought it was a little weird, but the guy was pretty nice otherwise, and it paid well. As Shun from Love RevoluSHUN had once said, you would be surprised at how people got off. He hadn't minded it. It was kind of hot, in a bizarre way, stroking himself to a climax, fingering himself and paying no attention to the watcher in the corner. He had wondered why the guy hadn't just rented a porno, though.
This wasn't quite so weird, but it was odd in a different way. It was a strange feeling to be this close to someone, leaning up against them and allowing them to put their hands near him, on him, and not have it be sexual. It made him nervous. Aiba was really good at it, better than Jun was; he talked to the photographers and Rie-chan with no self-consciousness, almost with no consciousness of the camera. "Matsujun, I'm going to lean over you," said Aiba, and did. He smelled of the heat of the lights and the cologne he wore, spicy-sweet and faintly musky.
Jun tilted his head back and said, "You're really heavy," which wasn't true, but the alternative was saying something like, You feel like sunshine, and there was not enough money in the world to make him admit that Aiba's weight on him felt heavy and good like lying on the beach on a hot summer day and feeling the heat and light of the sun press into his back like a living presence.
"That's because you're thin," said Aiba. "We should go out for pizza or something after this."
"Pizza is not healthy," said Jun, a knee jerk reaction to living with a gamer. Ohno was no better; he would eat anything that stayed still long enough to be put in his mouth and Nino and Jun had once found him eating a toaster pastry that, on inquiry, turned out to had been sitting on a work bench in his studio for three days. Lying on the wrapper, not in it. Even Nino had looked dubious. Jun had to go outside and cry a little.
Aiba slid off Jun and rolled half on his side on the ground. The cameras flashed. Jun looked up at them from under his eyelashes like he was waiting for them to make an offer. "I still want to make out with you," said Aiba suddenly, and Jun looked down at him. Aiba looked back, his mouth curving in a secret sweet way. Suddenly Jun hated the cameras looking at it. He flicked his eyes over at them for a second and then looked down at Aiba again. "Really really," said Aiba, and his mouth twisted, wry. "But only if you want to."
Jun lowered his eyelashes. "We'll see," he said, but smiled a little despite himself.
--
Rie-chan tilted her head. "Have you ever done camera work?" she said.
"Porn?" said Jun. He knew some people who did do porn, but the idea had never really appealed to him. He liked to do it and be done, not go through ten different takes and still look like he was interested in anything but a long shower afterward. "No."
"No, modeling," said Rie-chan. "Real modeling." She made a vague gesture around the studio, encompassing the staging area and clothes and everything else.
"No," said Jun.
"Huh," said Rie-chan. Her eyes were bright and curious, like a magpie. "How much do you earn a week?"
"Excuse me?" said Jun, lifting his eyebrows.
"Just give me an estimate," said Rie-chan. "And don't give me that look, I was being rude to people before your mother thought your father was hot."
Rie-chan was hard to resist when she stared at you. "Forty thousand yen?" hazarded Jun.
"I'll pay you sixty," said Rie-chan. Jun stared at her, and even his long experience at not showing what he was really thinking of the situation at hand managed to hide his surprise. "Not for that," she said, grinning toothily at him. "As a model. That guy--" she jerked her thumb at Aiba, who was talking to one of the assistants "-- that guy's really good but he needs a partner."
"I'm sure there's a lot of people --" he began. Rainbow Storm was a fashionable brand. Surely they had models apply every day. And Aiba was clearly able to work with anybody. He was easy-going and cheerful and Jun couldn't imagine him not working well with people.
"Of course there is," said Rie-chan. "But there's not a lot of people he looks good with. He's actually pretty picky about things like that." She smiled, sharp and amused. "And you've got it, you know."
"What?" said Jun, honestly confused. "Have what?"
"Oh, well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," said Rie-chan. She leaned forward. "Well? You'd get to work with that guy."
Jun hesitated. "I have regular clients," he said slowly.
"So do I, kid, so do I." Rie-chan looked at him for a minute and said in a kind voice, "Why don't you sleep on it and talk to me tomorrow?" She flipped a CD envelope at him. He caught it, turning it over. There was a lump in it that felt like folded money, and a CD as well, with the date showing through on the clear window. "There's something for your trouble."
"Are you sure?" he said. "About hiring me. Do you really want to hire a hooker to advertise your brand?" He looked at her.
"Pfft," said Rie-chan, "Half the people in this industry are hookers too."
Jun started to laugh, and only stopped when Aiba bounced up, demanding food. "You ate half your body weight this afternoon!" said Jun, rounding on him.
"But I'm hungry now!" said Aiba piteously.
Right now I'm kind of dismally hoping I finish by Valentine's day. *sigh*
TITLE: The First Five Times
PAIRING: Arashi, AibaJun, Ohmiya secondary
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Oh god, not mine.
RATING: R because I freaking made Matsujun a freaking hooker you guys. Please note that the rating is mostly because of the language so far, and will probably continue that way. It's actually more of a screwball comedy .... about hookers.
SUMMARY: Strike a pose~
NOTES: I guess I don't have any dignity left after all! Thanks to acchikocchi, beckerbell, honooko, lady_gemma, nyonyo and wintersjuly for putting up with my whining, iluguys ;___;♥
this thing hit 11000 tonight. I'll be over here drowning my sorrows in demon gin, thx.
Also, thanks to tammaiya for suggesting an English rendering of どんなことばで that didn't suck like my idea, which was 'uh..."with what words"? THIS REALLY STINKS'.
| PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE |
The office was more of a converted warehouse, with assistants scurrying, photographers lugging equipment and stylists rushing everywhere. There were several studio rooms leading out from the main area, with strong natural light and glimpses of mannequins through the light sliding doors. It was like five minutes before the last rat abandoned the ship. Rie-chan was the epicenter of the chaos, everywhere at once, her loud laugh carrying above the other noise and confusion. The entire place smelled of hot lights and drying hair spray and a little of starch.
Jun tried to watch from the sidelines, but somehow Aiba wouldn't let him, dragging him along through sheer force of will as his hair was done and his makeup applied. One of the stylists eyed Jun's llama-chewed hair and offered to fix it for him, an offer he was grateful to accept. That led to someone else thinking Jun must be part of the shoot, and advancing on him with a powder puff. "Hey!" said Jun, but Aiba twisted around in his chair and said, "It'd be fun, wouldn't it?" and Jun caved. He was uneasily aware that he did that around Aiba a lot.
He drew the line when a girl appeared in front of him with a pair of jeans and something like a cloud of teal fluff. He was pretty sure it was a shirt, but from the other things on the racks surrounding Aiba, he could be horribly wrong. "I am not part of this nonsense," he said loudly. The costume girl took a step back but didn't move.
"You could be," said Aiba, coming up to him.
Jun looked over at him. "I don't know how to suggest this," he said, keeping his eyes politely on the birthmark, "but you might be pinched less if you would do up your pants."
Aiba looked down. "Huh," he said, but made no move to button his jeans. Jun tried not to look at the dip of his hipbone or the muscles of his chest and abdomen.
"And for God's sake put on a shi--- not that one," said Jun.
Aiba looked at the safety yellow t-shirt and tilted his head. "Is there something wrong with it? It was in the rack of stuff I could wear."
Jun thought he was going to cry. "You shut your mouth," he said. "I'm going to break up with you!"
"What, we're still going out?" said Aiba hopefully. Jun glared at him and pawed through the racks of clothes and threw a lavender t-shirt, a gauzy overshirt and a heavy belt at Aiba's head and stood over him while he put them on. Then he sorted through the jewelry bins and pulled out a silver chain with a St Christopher medal and a crowned, winged heart pendant and dropped them over his head. He followed by a lucky shot to Aiba's chest with a rainbow striped cuff and an exquisitely plain silver ring.
"You've got a good eye," said Rie-chan, materializing behind him. "What would you do for a partner outfit? If there was another person in that shoot?"
"Male or female?" said Jun, looking through the racks. There was a Dolce and Garbana shirt that he had been visiting every week in the fashionable district.
"Male," said Rie-chan, and if he had been a little less crazed by all the clothes around him and the way Aiba still managed to look half-naked fully clothed, he might have had wit enough to notice the glint in her eyes. As it was, he pulled out a black shirt clouded over with a green iridescent print, and a black belt that wrapped twice around the waist and fastened with a heavy rhinestone buckle in the shape of a crown. He added a choker strung with red, blue, yellow, purple and green beads and a heavy black cuff.
"That looks wonderful," said Rie-chan. "Get changed. Chop chop."
"I beg your pardon," said Jun.
"Hurry up, we gotta get the test shots done by three," said Rie-chan.
Jun glared at her.
"We don't have a partner for that guy yet," explained Rie-chan, tilting her head toward Aiba. "And he always gets nervous the first few times anyway, so it'd be good to have someone he was comfortable with doing it with him."
"I'm not a model," said Jun.
"Please?" said Aiba, and Jun didn't look at him because he could tell by his voice that Aiba was wearing the same expression that had gotten Jun within chewing distance of the llama. "I'd really like to do a shoot with you."
Jun waited long enough to make it clear he was doing it as a favor only, and said, "Fine." He looked at Aiba to make sure he knew that he owed Jun, and Aiba smiled at him, sweet and a little sharp.
"Let's work hard together, Jun-chan," he chirped.
Jun was speechless.
--
Rie-chan clapped her hands loudly. "All right, people!" she said. "I'll go over this again for our special guest." Somehow she managed to make that sound like 'fresh, tasty meat'. "Our theme for the new campaign is 'How Should I Say It?', and that means I want to see some communication." She wriggled her eyebrows.
"AAGH," said Aiba, leaping a foot in the air, toward Jun and away from an assistant wearing an unconvincing expression of angelic innocence. "THAT'S NOT WORDS, AOKI-SAN."
"Get off!" said Jun, and to the assistant, "Stop feeling up the merchandise!" Aiba clung to his back, pushing his face into the back of Jun's neck. "Seriously, get off me, you freak."
"But Matsujun smells nice and he's really warm," said Aiba, and that was when the photographer got the first picture.
--
Modeling was hard work. Jun caught on quickly, but it was still difficult, stopping and starting and posing but still looking natural, and above all, ignoring the camera unless it wanted you to look at it. It reminded him of a client he'd had who liked to watch. Even Jun thought it was a little weird, but the guy was pretty nice otherwise, and it paid well. As Shun from Love RevoluSHUN had once said, you would be surprised at how people got off. He hadn't minded it. It was kind of hot, in a bizarre way, stroking himself to a climax, fingering himself and paying no attention to the watcher in the corner. He had wondered why the guy hadn't just rented a porno, though.
This wasn't quite so weird, but it was odd in a different way. It was a strange feeling to be this close to someone, leaning up against them and allowing them to put their hands near him, on him, and not have it be sexual. It made him nervous. Aiba was really good at it, better than Jun was; he talked to the photographers and Rie-chan with no self-consciousness, almost with no consciousness of the camera. "Matsujun, I'm going to lean over you," said Aiba, and did. He smelled of the heat of the lights and the cologne he wore, spicy-sweet and faintly musky.
Jun tilted his head back and said, "You're really heavy," which wasn't true, but the alternative was saying something like, You feel like sunshine, and there was not enough money in the world to make him admit that Aiba's weight on him felt heavy and good like lying on the beach on a hot summer day and feeling the heat and light of the sun press into his back like a living presence.
"That's because you're thin," said Aiba. "We should go out for pizza or something after this."
"Pizza is not healthy," said Jun, a knee jerk reaction to living with a gamer. Ohno was no better; he would eat anything that stayed still long enough to be put in his mouth and Nino and Jun had once found him eating a toaster pastry that, on inquiry, turned out to had been sitting on a work bench in his studio for three days. Lying on the wrapper, not in it. Even Nino had looked dubious. Jun had to go outside and cry a little.
Aiba slid off Jun and rolled half on his side on the ground. The cameras flashed. Jun looked up at them from under his eyelashes like he was waiting for them to make an offer. "I still want to make out with you," said Aiba suddenly, and Jun looked down at him. Aiba looked back, his mouth curving in a secret sweet way. Suddenly Jun hated the cameras looking at it. He flicked his eyes over at them for a second and then looked down at Aiba again. "Really really," said Aiba, and his mouth twisted, wry. "But only if you want to."
Jun lowered his eyelashes. "We'll see," he said, but smiled a little despite himself.
--
Rie-chan tilted her head. "Have you ever done camera work?" she said.
"Porn?" said Jun. He knew some people who did do porn, but the idea had never really appealed to him. He liked to do it and be done, not go through ten different takes and still look like he was interested in anything but a long shower afterward. "No."
"No, modeling," said Rie-chan. "Real modeling." She made a vague gesture around the studio, encompassing the staging area and clothes and everything else.
"No," said Jun.
"Huh," said Rie-chan. Her eyes were bright and curious, like a magpie. "How much do you earn a week?"
"Excuse me?" said Jun, lifting his eyebrows.
"Just give me an estimate," said Rie-chan. "And don't give me that look, I was being rude to people before your mother thought your father was hot."
Rie-chan was hard to resist when she stared at you. "Forty thousand yen?" hazarded Jun.
"I'll pay you sixty," said Rie-chan. Jun stared at her, and even his long experience at not showing what he was really thinking of the situation at hand managed to hide his surprise. "Not for that," she said, grinning toothily at him. "As a model. That guy--" she jerked her thumb at Aiba, who was talking to one of the assistants "-- that guy's really good but he needs a partner."
"I'm sure there's a lot of people --" he began. Rainbow Storm was a fashionable brand. Surely they had models apply every day. And Aiba was clearly able to work with anybody. He was easy-going and cheerful and Jun couldn't imagine him not working well with people.
"Of course there is," said Rie-chan. "But there's not a lot of people he looks good with. He's actually pretty picky about things like that." She smiled, sharp and amused. "And you've got it, you know."
"What?" said Jun, honestly confused. "Have what?"
"Oh, well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," said Rie-chan. She leaned forward. "Well? You'd get to work with that guy."
Jun hesitated. "I have regular clients," he said slowly.
"So do I, kid, so do I." Rie-chan looked at him for a minute and said in a kind voice, "Why don't you sleep on it and talk to me tomorrow?" She flipped a CD envelope at him. He caught it, turning it over. There was a lump in it that felt like folded money, and a CD as well, with the date showing through on the clear window. "There's something for your trouble."
"Are you sure?" he said. "About hiring me. Do you really want to hire a hooker to advertise your brand?" He looked at her.
"Pfft," said Rie-chan, "Half the people in this industry are hookers too."
Jun started to laugh, and only stopped when Aiba bounced up, demanding food. "You ate half your body weight this afternoon!" said Jun, rounding on him.
"But I'm hungry now!" said Aiba piteously.