[Sakuraiba] 12
TITLE: 12
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki
RATING: NC-17
LENGTH: 4,288 words (omg this fic is a monster)
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
Summary: A tale of their 12 free hours after all the celebrations for 24 hr tv until the next scheduled concert rehearsals. Aiba and Sho finally get to spend some time alone after weeks of being separated.
PRE-NOTES: Well, hello. It's been a long time (7 months omg) since I last posted an actual fic here. Sorry. XD; Excuses: RL as usual, but I swaer, the writing gods just haven't been in my favor. D: (Or rather I was busy with other fandoms LOL;;;)
I wrote this for the Sakuraiba Exchange (sa_exchange). You can read it over there, though I'd rather keep reviews here. Haha.
This fic is a whole lot longer than my usual fics (if you noticed, I usually average to around 1,100 words). It took me almost a week to finish this. I struggled writing it cause I couldn't quite find my writing rhythm, but in the end I got to finish it--and I'm hella lot satisfied with the result. :)
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I'll stop rambling for now and ramble on in my Afternotes. lol Happy reading! ♥
2:00 AM
Sho woke up to the call of the van driver telling him they'd arrived at the back of his apartment. Still drowsy from sleep, he nodded in response, blinking his eyes to clear his vision, and tried to move to get his things--tried to, but some weight to his right prevented him from doing so. His mind still not quite catching up to what was happening, he shook his head to shift it in gear then looked to his right. A person laid his head on his sloping shoulder, and with the faint, familiar smell of shampoo that caressed his nostrils, he knew it could only be Aiba. He was surprised to find the man beside him, since Sho was supposed to be the last drop-off for this van. Sleepy logic assumed he'd just take the tall man with him to spend the night at his apartment.
"Masaki," he whispered against the sleeping figure's hair, giving it a soft peck before speaking again, "We're here."
"Ah, Sho-chan?" Aiba said lazily, voice coarse from the fatigue of the past 24 hours and weeks of preparation preceding that. He looked up to the man beside him and smiled, whispering a weak "Good morning."
Sho smiled back, would have chuckled at the other man's adorable, sleepy actions if he had enough energy left to do so. But right now all else he wanted to do was to get up to his apartment and sleep. "Come on. It's time to get out of the van. You're staying over, right?"
Aiba nodded joyfully, getting some energy back after a lungful yawn. He reached towards the back seats and got Sho's and his own bags before getting off the van, Sho following suit. The two of them faced the van driver together, bowing a "Thank you for your work today! Please take care!"
The driver gave them a smile in reply, and drove away.
= = = =
2:03 AM
Sho pressed the button to his floor then leaned back against the elevator railing beside Aiba, watching the doors close. He felt Aiba cling onto his arm, digging his face into a sloping shoulder. Sho breathed. Finally, they could spend some time like this. It had been months since he got to spend time alone with Masaki, with his Nazotoki filming, Olympics responsibilities and all.
The rapper tilted his head to let it rest on Aiba's soft hair. He spoke, voice soft, the energy of the past months slipping away, but gentle and filled with sweetness. "Sleepy, Masaki?"
"Yeah," Aiba replied weakly, sleepiness starting to return to him. As he watched the numbers of the elevator’s screen slowly change from one to the next, he asked, "You're not gonna ask anything?"
"Hm?" Sho's brows furrowed, confused at the question. "About what?"
Aiba shrugged. "Why I'm here?"
"Well, do I need to?" Sho smiled as the elevator came to a stop, doors opening. "I know without saying you just want to spend the night with me."
Aiba burned beet red, from his cheeks to his ears. Sho was right on the spot. It just felt like it’d been too long since they’d been able to be together like this. Too long. He felt himself get even warmer when Sho had to grab him by the hand and walk him out of the elevator.
The moment they got inside rapper's apartment, Sho dropped his bag to the floor and embraced Aiba. The taller stepped back, surprised at the sudden gesture, his back coming to rest against the door of the entrance.
"I've missed you so much." Sho whispered against the taller's ear. A warm, fluffy feeling sparked in Aiba's chest. It was those words--those words that he had wanted to hear for the months of filming and weeks of Sho’s going to and from Japan. Did Sho still care? Did Sho still think of him? Did Sho still love him?
And then all Aiba's doubts over the past few months were erased as the other man's lips met his own. They were still as soft as he remembered, still as sweet, still as passionate--and still very much loving. Aiba chuckled into the kiss before breaking apart from the other.
"I've missed you just as hard, you know," the taller grinned, caressing Sho's face, tracing a line from a cheek to his jawline as if memorizing again. He took in the other's stare that seemed to absorb his whole being. "Welcome back."
Sho let a moment pass to take in those two words. They rang in his ears, sending a tingling sensation throughout his body. He was home.
He heaved a deep breath, not realizing he had been holding it for that long. Then it seemed like a ton of weight had been removed from his shoulders.
"I'm back."
= = = =
2:28 AM
"Sh-sho-chan," Aiba stuttered, nervous when Sho removed his shirt and tossed it to the side, leaving him topless as he approached the Aiba, who was sitting on the bed. "W-we said no sex tonight! We're too tired for that, aren't we?"
"I know, I know, Masaki. Calm down," Sho chuckled, a little bit revived after brushing his teeth and washing his face. "It's summer, so it's better to sleep topless, right?"
Aiba was about to retort that summer was almost ending and that it was getting colder night by night, but the rapper had started tickling him, compelling him to laugh like there was no tomorrow instead. A loud, surprised "AH!" escaped his lips when Sho managed to strip him of his shirt as well. Aiba covered his nipples immediately.
"No sex!" The taller exclaimed, making an 'X' with his two index fingers and shaking his head 'no' before repeating his words, "No sex tonight! That’s taboo for tonight!"
Sho simply smiled, moving towards the other. He gently pushed down the 'X' raised to him, making Aiba lie on his back in the process, coming to hover over him.
"You say that, but you want me to do something erotic so bad, right?" Sho taunted, taking pleasure in the red hue on the cheeks of the man below him. He pushed strands of hair from the man's face before giving him a short peck on the lips.
"Sh-shut up!" Aiba complained, pushing Sho off of him to bury his own head (and all his embarrassment) into his pillow and covered himself with the blanket. He took the extra measure to gather the whole blanket, leaving none for Sho to use.
The taller man then tried to get himself to sleep, ignoring the bed sheets shuffling behind him, pulling tightly on the blankets that threatened to get out of his grasp. This was Sho's punishment for making him expect nothing would happen that night, then taunt him anyway into having sex. "No sex, no sex, no sex tonight," he repeated to himself. Repeated it so many times, Aiba lulled himself to sleep.
But right before he fell into slumber, Aiba felt a chest warmer than the blanket he enclosed himself with press against his back. He felt taut arms slither around his waist, trapping him in a tender embrace, and a low, sweet voice whisper in his ear, "Sweet dreams, Masaki. I love you."
= = = =
10:45 AM
Sho woke up to the sweet smell of pancakes, and the delightful idea of his lover preparing breakfast for him. He was even more delighted by the fact that there wasn’t a scent of Mabo Tofu in the air. He hopped off the bed and put on his shirt. He headed for the comfort room to do his morning business, but entered only after taking another waft of sweet pancake-scented air.
Once done, Sho made his way to the kitchen, shouting "Pancake~ Pancake~" in what he believed to be proper American pronunciation. He threw in "Tomato~" and "Poppy seed cake~" in the tuneless mini-jingle while he was at it. The rapper was amused to hear his lover chant “Tomato~” along with him.
"Sho-chan, good morning~" Aiba chirped, looking over his shoulder to see Sho walk towards him.
"Good morning," Sho replied gleefully, giving his lover a kiss on the lips and then wrapping his arms around the other's waist from behind. The rapper rested his head on the taller's shoulder, making a childish pouty face as he asked "Are you done cooking?"
"Almost done," Aiba replied, flipping the pancake one last time and flattening it onto the teflon pan before shifting it to the plate where its fellow pancakes awaited it. "There! Can you get the butter and syrup, Sho-chan?"
"Alrighty~"
"Let's eat~"
= = = =
11:28 AM
Aiba had fallen asleep again.
Sho watched NHK news on the bed as Aiba slept beside him, arms around his waist. It was strange for the man to fall asleep so soon upon entering the bedroom. Sho hypothesized (and sort of blamed himself) it was because of his choice of channel, or perhaps the usually gleeful man was just that tired.
However, while he watched the news broadcasts, the rapper noticed that every so often, Aiba would would dig his face unto his side, tightening his embrace, and then loosening up again. By the third time he felt Aiba do this, Sho wondered if he should wake the other man up--perhaps he was entrapped in a horrible nightmare. By the fifteenth or so time, however, Sho figured that it was likely that the man wasn't asleep after all (and was instead probably trying to subtly grab his attention).
He then turned off the television via the remote, dimming the room with closed curtains. Only some few strays of sunlight continued to peek through the small spaces between the curtain's threads. He slid himself towards the bottom of the bed, and got up to walk towards his drawer.
Feeling Sho slip from his arms, Aiba tried to keep himself still. He wondered where Sho was going, but figured he should keep his sleeping charade going for a couple more minutes. He tried to listen more closely in an attempt to infer from his hearing where the other man was headed.
There was no opening or closing of doors.
Nor was there any sliding of windows.
Where was Sho?
Deciding his charade to be over, Aiba was about to sit up, but failed to move--surprised when he heard the sound of something (perhaps a bottle?) being put down on the table behind him. He heard the sheets ruffle and the bed creaking as someone climbed into the bed. A hand traced a line from his leg to his arm, and then there was a hot breath on his neck as he felt Sho whisper "Masaki."
Sho's low, velvety voice roused Aiba's heartbeat to start racing. He felt Sho move against him, moving to press his masculine body against his side.
"Masaki, you're awake, aren't you?" The rapper whispered again, this time against the lying man's ear. Aiba was lost in what to do--continue to feign sleep or not?--as he felt hands slip under his shirt and his body temperature get higher and higher. The next words Sho spoke were hued with much lust, yet hushed, like a ghost of a whisper. "Let me hear you."
Sho then licked the other's ear, eliciting a delicious "ah" from the man below him, who, after catching himself reacting, scrambled to sit up against the bed's headboard, and glared at the rapper for attacking him when he wasn't ready. Sho chuckled, sensing the blame being put on him at that moment. "I knew you were awake."
"That's unfair! I wanted to start it this time." Aiba protested as the man before him crawled to reposition himself above him.
"I've been open for the past half hour, but all you did was hug me tight. You had your chances."
"But I was--I was…" Aiba tried to continue protesting, but Sho placed his finger on the taller's lips, signaling him to quieten down. That was all a matter of the past. What mattered then was then. Nothing more.
The two shared the next few moments in silence staring into each other's eyes, each hearing the other's heart beat to the same rhythm as their own. They both smiled, foreheads touching, letting a few still moments pass some more before continuing.
Granted his wish, Aiba made the first move, planting a short kiss on Sho's lips. The two locked eyes for another brief moment, then kissed once more. Two more kisses, three more kisses, each getting longer and longer until Aiba let Sho's tongue into his mouth, tasting him and the still-lingering sweet taste of pancakes. Aiba's hands led themselves from Sho’s sloping shoulders down to the hem of his shirt, slipping his hands underneath the thin cloth to feel the other's taut abdominals. He traced each of the six packs, finger per finger, letting out a satisfied moan at his partner's perfection. He loved Sho's being a soft macho: soft--because he was such a sweetheart; macho--because he was macho.
"Happy?" Sho teased, nipping at Aiba's neck, purposefully bending his back to crunch his abdominals even further, letting them tighten against the feel of the other's hands. In turn, the rapper was delighted at the soft vibrations of the other's moans against his lips.
"N-not quite yet though… I still want this." Aiba grabbed hold of Sho's growing member through the fabric of his red boxers.
Sho groaned, so loud and thick with lust Aiba almost came immediately from the mere eargasmic stimuli. The taller man cursed the rapper for having such a sinful groan, and even more for letting fans taste a bit of this delicacy through his tiny groans in T.A.B.O.O.
But soon Aiba's thoughts were cleared of curses as he started pleading to the rapper. Sho ground his hips against the other's. The two moaned, enjoying the friction each movement brought. Before long, Sho sat up on his knees and took off his shirt excruciatingly slowly, making sure to let the man before him see his muscles tighten as he removed the article of clothing and threw it off to wherever. As he stripped, he caught the other licking his lips at the sight before him, his eyes clearly filled with hunger and longing for him. With an accomplished grin, the rapper dove down to claim the taller’s lips, hands roaming the other’s torso to pull his shirt up, playing with the perky nipples once his hands found them. Aiba’s hands were at the other’s back, delighted at the feel of Sho’s tightening muscles with his every move.
The rapper then stripped Aiba of his shirt, guiding the cloth by letting his hands slide up the other’s torso and smooth arms. Sho threw the garment off to the side and then he was pushed by Aiba to lie on his back. The taller had pushed him to resume the kiss, his lips feeling lonely from the few seconds they had been detached from the other. He pulled Sho closer by the neck as if they weren’t close enough, all the while continuously grinding his already pent up need against Sho’s.
“Sho-chan,” Aiba breathed against the kiss. Touch me more, he didn’t say. He didn’t need to when Sho grabbed hold of his ass, which stilled his grinding, and slipped the olive green boxers down to his knees to reveal his aching member. When Sho's smooth skin came into contact with the trembling organ, the taller's breath hitched, pleasured by even this small amount of friction. He broke away from the kiss to try to even his breathing but then the rapper started pumping his already leaking need.
The rapper marveled at the sight above him--Aiba's pink lips (swollen from all the kissing) parted while he panted, his cheeks flushed red, eyes moist with frenzy. He tightened his grip on Aiba's cock as he continued to stroke him, making the man’s pretty face twist in the most luscious manner, to the point that Sho himself thought he might come soon.
Sho then pulled the man above him to his left, laying him on his back. The rapper gave the drunk-on-kisses man another sweet kiss before briefly parting from him. Aiba whimpered, needing release soon, but he stayed still as he watched Sho above him, letting him be completely stripped of his boxers. The rapper stripped himself of his own red boxers, as well, then took the bottle of lube he had placed on the bedside table earlier, and started coating his fingers.
Aiba was breathing heavily by then, arms crossed over his head, sensing he was to be satisfied soon enough. It had been months since he had been last penetrated, and it did occur to him that he might not be used to the pain anymore, but he didn't give it any further thought. All he wanted was Sho. Right at that moment until forever. No matter how long Sho would be away from him. No matter how little time they get to spend together. No matter how painful or pleasurable. He would always and always want Sho.
But the taller was pulled away from his thoughts when he felt the topic of his thoughts' chest slide against his. The tall man hadn't noticed until then, but they were both perspiring a lot already, making it easy for skin to slide against skin. The rapper started leaving tiny kisses on his collarbone before inserting the first digit without warning. As expected, the intrusion was uncomfortable, making the taller man's breath hitch.
"You okay, Masaki?"
"Ah, hmm, y-yeah," the taller panted. The older started moving his finger in and out of his hole. It took a few thrusts, but the taller became more acquainted with the intrusion. "I was just caught off guard, no big deal."
"Uh-hum," Sho replied, licking a trail down to one of Aiba's nipples. He played with the nipple with his tongue, licking it up and down, while his free hand toyed and squeezed the other. Aiba was turned into a moaning mess, groaning unintelligible sounds that urged Sho on all the more. It was then the older inserted the second digit.
"Still okay?" Sho asked with concern, lifting his head to look into Aiba's eyes.
"Yeah," Aiba giggled, somewhat amused at the concern from his partner. He didn't need to fuss too much, he thought. "Keep going, Sho-chan." he encouraged, offering his lover a reassuring smile.
Sho felt his heart fly out of his chest at the sight of Aiba smiling. He was already weak to the cheerful man’s smile on a normal basis, but with Aiba's cheeks still red from the heat of sex, face beaded with sweat and eyes thick with want for him, Sho couldn't restrain himself anymore. He claimed the other's lips again, tongue rough against the his. The kiss was sloppy, careless, saliva dripping from the sides of their mouths. Aiba kept moaning into the kiss as Sho's fingers--was it three by then?--continued thrusting wildly at his entrance. The taller had to wrap his arms around the older's neck to keep them aligned as they kissed.
"Masaki," Sho whimpered against the passionate kiss, almost crying at the overflowing passion he felt in his chest. He needed and had yearned to feel this closeness with his darling Masaki over the months that passed. It had been delayed for too long.
Sho took out his fingers, positioned Aiba's legs at his side and placed himself at Aiba's entrance, quickly thrusting in when he was ready. The two groaned, one at the large intrusion, and the other at the heated tightness.
"Masaki, Ma-Masaki," Sho chanted like a prayer, digging his face into the nook of the other's neck as he thrust again to sheath his full erection. He hooked his arms under Aiba's knees and pulled the other closer to him, resulting in endless whimpers of a mix of pain and pleasure from the other man. Aiba's hands were on the bed sheets, clutching them tight to help him release the pain and concentrate on the pleasure.
Once Sho was fully sheathed, the men spent the next moments just catching their breath, taking in the moment, neither one of them moving. In the stillness, Aiba could feel Sho throbbing inside him. He could no longer feel the pain, but just the warm pleasure of Sho pulsating in him. We're connected. the taller thought, smiling to himself. He gently took hold of Sho's head, making the rapper face him eye to eye. He wiped beads of sweat from his lover’s face with his hand, brushing off stray strands of hair in the process, just staring at him.
Aiba saw Sho questioning him through his passionate, dark brown eyes if something was wrong, to which Aiba shook his head 'no' and smiled again, planting a kiss on the rapper's thick lips. A silent I love you.
I love you, too. Sho replied silently, pecking Aiba's lips again and again until their tongues collided. The taller wrapped his arms around the other's neck, and his legs around the other’s torso, signaling Sho to start moving.
Sho started at a slow pace, pulling his erection out of the tight hole then pushing it right back in, increasing his speed thrust per thrust. Aiba let his head hang backwards, enjoying how the sheets slid against him with every movement. It didn't take much time to set a regular rhythm. It was then the rapper started thrusting towards Aiba's switch, the one sweet spot that escalated the other's pleasure to more than tenfold.
"There, Sho-channgh, ther--, hnngh," the taller moaned, using his legs to help Sho reach deeper and push that spot harder. Sho whimpered, the pleasure of the friction around his member sending electric pulses throughout his body. Wanting to feel it more, he grabbed hold of Aiba's legs again and started thrusting wildly, roughly, right into the same spot over and over again.
Aiba's mewls were unintelligible and echoed throughout the room accompanied by Sho's low grunts and pants and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Sh-sho-chan, I'm--I'm, ngh," Aiba moaned, pulling the other closer for a kiss. Their kiss was rough, needy, tongues forcefully sliding against each other, saliva unconfined. "C-coming…"
"Go ahead," Sho breathed against the kiss. He gave a few more powerful thrusts, making Aiba feel as though he had reached heaven, spurting his seed in his stomach. Sho came a second later, spouting an "Oh, shit." at the tightness of Aiba's ass when he came.
Pulling out, Sho lied down to Aiba's right, heaving deep breaths to regulate his breathing.
"That was…" Aiba panted, looking towards Sho,"Amazing."
Sho spoke after a few breaths and a chuckle. "Guess I missed you that much."
Aiba giggled, gaining his energy back surprisingly quickly. He rolled himself on top of the other to kiss him on the lips.
"Wanna go another round?"
Sho chuckled, amazed the other still had the energy for another round (or maybe more). With Aiba starting to hump their erections back to life, the rapper all the more couldn't find it in himself to say no. Sho missed Aiba that much, after all.
= = = =
1:59 PM
"It's almost two, Sho-chan," said Aiba, tracing circles on Sho's taut abdominals. It had been almost half an hour since their last round of lovemaking, and neither had the energy to move and clean themselves up.
"What do we do about lunch?" Sho asked, yawning. It took a moment for him to realize that he shouldn't have given Aiba the chance to decide what they were to eat for the afternoon. Of all the times the cheery man had stayed over and was in charge of deciding where to eat for lunch, there was only one thing that he ordered.
"There's a Chinese place nearby that delivers, right?" Aiba beamed, sitting up to look directly into Sho's eyes, letting his enthusiasm be the bait to make Sho agree.
Sho sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do against a begging Aiba.
"Okay, okay, we'll order Chinese."
"And?"
"And...?"
"…"
"Of course, Mabo Tofu."
"Yay~"
Sho earned himself another kiss, and another round of sex. Surely their fellow members wouldn't mind Aiba limping during concert practice some four hours later. Or maybe they would. But that didn't occur to the two, nor did it matter. Clearly, Sho missed Aiba, and Aiba missed Sho, that much, and wouldn't separate from each other any time soon for anything.
Twelve free hours they spent with each other after weeks of loneliness, and it was only the beginning of another period of endless fluff and happiness they would spend together.
= = = = =
AFTERNOTES: Oh my gosh! You're still here--reading? ♥ Thank you so much. :)
I probably keep losing readers because I update so seldomly, but oh well. Haha. I only write when I feel like it anyway. lol
Actually, at the moment, I'm working on two fics--one for yukitsubute (Junba) and one for a friend of mine (Kaze) for donating during the JE Philippines Fund-Raising for Habagat. It's been weeks since you've donated! I'm sorry for the delay. T___T Though I must admit, I haven't exactly been abstaining from fic-writing since I wrote the Sakuraiba fic for the Sakuraiba exchange. I've been writing for my ONE PIECE fandom in the meanwhile. LOL;;; I'm trying to explore more writing styles, you see, and I hope that through finishing those two fics mentioned above, I'll be able to return to the Arashi fic-ing fandom with more awesome writing skills than before. ♥
Anyhow, sorry for listening to my writing rambles. lol Comments are very much appreciated. Thank you. ♥
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki
RATING: NC-17
LENGTH: 4,288 words (omg this fic is a monster)
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
Summary: A tale of their 12 free hours after all the celebrations for 24 hr tv until the next scheduled concert rehearsals. Aiba and Sho finally get to spend some time alone after weeks of being separated.
PRE-NOTES: Well, hello. It's been a long time (7 months omg) since I last posted an actual fic here. Sorry. XD; Excuses: RL as usual, but I swaer, the writing gods just haven't been in my favor. D: (Or rather I was busy with other fandoms LOL;;;)
I wrote this for the Sakuraiba Exchange (sa_exchange). You can read it over there, though I'd rather keep reviews here. Haha.
This fic is a whole lot longer than my usual fics (if you noticed, I usually average to around 1,100 words). It took me almost a week to finish this. I struggled writing it cause I couldn't quite find my writing rhythm, but in the end I got to finish it--and I'm hella lot satisfied with the result. :)
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I'll stop rambling for now and ramble on in my Afternotes. lol Happy reading! ♥
2:00 AM
Sho woke up to the call of the van driver telling him they'd arrived at the back of his apartment. Still drowsy from sleep, he nodded in response, blinking his eyes to clear his vision, and tried to move to get his things--tried to, but some weight to his right prevented him from doing so. His mind still not quite catching up to what was happening, he shook his head to shift it in gear then looked to his right. A person laid his head on his sloping shoulder, and with the faint, familiar smell of shampoo that caressed his nostrils, he knew it could only be Aiba. He was surprised to find the man beside him, since Sho was supposed to be the last drop-off for this van. Sleepy logic assumed he'd just take the tall man with him to spend the night at his apartment.
"Masaki," he whispered against the sleeping figure's hair, giving it a soft peck before speaking again, "We're here."
"Ah, Sho-chan?" Aiba said lazily, voice coarse from the fatigue of the past 24 hours and weeks of preparation preceding that. He looked up to the man beside him and smiled, whispering a weak "Good morning."
Sho smiled back, would have chuckled at the other man's adorable, sleepy actions if he had enough energy left to do so. But right now all else he wanted to do was to get up to his apartment and sleep. "Come on. It's time to get out of the van. You're staying over, right?"
Aiba nodded joyfully, getting some energy back after a lungful yawn. He reached towards the back seats and got Sho's and his own bags before getting off the van, Sho following suit. The two of them faced the van driver together, bowing a "Thank you for your work today! Please take care!"
The driver gave them a smile in reply, and drove away.
= = = =
2:03 AM
Sho pressed the button to his floor then leaned back against the elevator railing beside Aiba, watching the doors close. He felt Aiba cling onto his arm, digging his face into a sloping shoulder. Sho breathed. Finally, they could spend some time like this. It had been months since he got to spend time alone with Masaki, with his Nazotoki filming, Olympics responsibilities and all.
The rapper tilted his head to let it rest on Aiba's soft hair. He spoke, voice soft, the energy of the past months slipping away, but gentle and filled with sweetness. "Sleepy, Masaki?"
"Yeah," Aiba replied weakly, sleepiness starting to return to him. As he watched the numbers of the elevator’s screen slowly change from one to the next, he asked, "You're not gonna ask anything?"
"Hm?" Sho's brows furrowed, confused at the question. "About what?"
Aiba shrugged. "Why I'm here?"
"Well, do I need to?" Sho smiled as the elevator came to a stop, doors opening. "I know without saying you just want to spend the night with me."
Aiba burned beet red, from his cheeks to his ears. Sho was right on the spot. It just felt like it’d been too long since they’d been able to be together like this. Too long. He felt himself get even warmer when Sho had to grab him by the hand and walk him out of the elevator.
The moment they got inside rapper's apartment, Sho dropped his bag to the floor and embraced Aiba. The taller stepped back, surprised at the sudden gesture, his back coming to rest against the door of the entrance.
"I've missed you so much." Sho whispered against the taller's ear. A warm, fluffy feeling sparked in Aiba's chest. It was those words--those words that he had wanted to hear for the months of filming and weeks of Sho’s going to and from Japan. Did Sho still care? Did Sho still think of him? Did Sho still love him?
And then all Aiba's doubts over the past few months were erased as the other man's lips met his own. They were still as soft as he remembered, still as sweet, still as passionate--and still very much loving. Aiba chuckled into the kiss before breaking apart from the other.
"I've missed you just as hard, you know," the taller grinned, caressing Sho's face, tracing a line from a cheek to his jawline as if memorizing again. He took in the other's stare that seemed to absorb his whole being. "Welcome back."
Sho let a moment pass to take in those two words. They rang in his ears, sending a tingling sensation throughout his body. He was home.
He heaved a deep breath, not realizing he had been holding it for that long. Then it seemed like a ton of weight had been removed from his shoulders.
"I'm back."
= = = =
2:28 AM
"Sh-sho-chan," Aiba stuttered, nervous when Sho removed his shirt and tossed it to the side, leaving him topless as he approached the Aiba, who was sitting on the bed. "W-we said no sex tonight! We're too tired for that, aren't we?"
"I know, I know, Masaki. Calm down," Sho chuckled, a little bit revived after brushing his teeth and washing his face. "It's summer, so it's better to sleep topless, right?"
Aiba was about to retort that summer was almost ending and that it was getting colder night by night, but the rapper had started tickling him, compelling him to laugh like there was no tomorrow instead. A loud, surprised "AH!" escaped his lips when Sho managed to strip him of his shirt as well. Aiba covered his nipples immediately.
"No sex!" The taller exclaimed, making an 'X' with his two index fingers and shaking his head 'no' before repeating his words, "No sex tonight! That’s taboo for tonight!"
Sho simply smiled, moving towards the other. He gently pushed down the 'X' raised to him, making Aiba lie on his back in the process, coming to hover over him.
"You say that, but you want me to do something erotic so bad, right?" Sho taunted, taking pleasure in the red hue on the cheeks of the man below him. He pushed strands of hair from the man's face before giving him a short peck on the lips.
"Sh-shut up!" Aiba complained, pushing Sho off of him to bury his own head (and all his embarrassment) into his pillow and covered himself with the blanket. He took the extra measure to gather the whole blanket, leaving none for Sho to use.
The taller man then tried to get himself to sleep, ignoring the bed sheets shuffling behind him, pulling tightly on the blankets that threatened to get out of his grasp. This was Sho's punishment for making him expect nothing would happen that night, then taunt him anyway into having sex. "No sex, no sex, no sex tonight," he repeated to himself. Repeated it so many times, Aiba lulled himself to sleep.
But right before he fell into slumber, Aiba felt a chest warmer than the blanket he enclosed himself with press against his back. He felt taut arms slither around his waist, trapping him in a tender embrace, and a low, sweet voice whisper in his ear, "Sweet dreams, Masaki. I love you."
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10:45 AM
Sho woke up to the sweet smell of pancakes, and the delightful idea of his lover preparing breakfast for him. He was even more delighted by the fact that there wasn’t a scent of Mabo Tofu in the air. He hopped off the bed and put on his shirt. He headed for the comfort room to do his morning business, but entered only after taking another waft of sweet pancake-scented air.
Once done, Sho made his way to the kitchen, shouting "Pancake~ Pancake~" in what he believed to be proper American pronunciation. He threw in "Tomato~" and "Poppy seed cake~" in the tuneless mini-jingle while he was at it. The rapper was amused to hear his lover chant “Tomato~” along with him.
"Sho-chan, good morning~" Aiba chirped, looking over his shoulder to see Sho walk towards him.
"Good morning," Sho replied gleefully, giving his lover a kiss on the lips and then wrapping his arms around the other's waist from behind. The rapper rested his head on the taller's shoulder, making a childish pouty face as he asked "Are you done cooking?"
"Almost done," Aiba replied, flipping the pancake one last time and flattening it onto the teflon pan before shifting it to the plate where its fellow pancakes awaited it. "There! Can you get the butter and syrup, Sho-chan?"
"Alrighty~"
"Let's eat~"
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11:28 AM
Aiba had fallen asleep again.
Sho watched NHK news on the bed as Aiba slept beside him, arms around his waist. It was strange for the man to fall asleep so soon upon entering the bedroom. Sho hypothesized (and sort of blamed himself) it was because of his choice of channel, or perhaps the usually gleeful man was just that tired.
However, while he watched the news broadcasts, the rapper noticed that every so often, Aiba would would dig his face unto his side, tightening his embrace, and then loosening up again. By the third time he felt Aiba do this, Sho wondered if he should wake the other man up--perhaps he was entrapped in a horrible nightmare. By the fifteenth or so time, however, Sho figured that it was likely that the man wasn't asleep after all (and was instead probably trying to subtly grab his attention).
He then turned off the television via the remote, dimming the room with closed curtains. Only some few strays of sunlight continued to peek through the small spaces between the curtain's threads. He slid himself towards the bottom of the bed, and got up to walk towards his drawer.
Feeling Sho slip from his arms, Aiba tried to keep himself still. He wondered where Sho was going, but figured he should keep his sleeping charade going for a couple more minutes. He tried to listen more closely in an attempt to infer from his hearing where the other man was headed.
There was no opening or closing of doors.
Nor was there any sliding of windows.
Where was Sho?
Deciding his charade to be over, Aiba was about to sit up, but failed to move--surprised when he heard the sound of something (perhaps a bottle?) being put down on the table behind him. He heard the sheets ruffle and the bed creaking as someone climbed into the bed. A hand traced a line from his leg to his arm, and then there was a hot breath on his neck as he felt Sho whisper "Masaki."
Sho's low, velvety voice roused Aiba's heartbeat to start racing. He felt Sho move against him, moving to press his masculine body against his side.
"Masaki, you're awake, aren't you?" The rapper whispered again, this time against the lying man's ear. Aiba was lost in what to do--continue to feign sleep or not?--as he felt hands slip under his shirt and his body temperature get higher and higher. The next words Sho spoke were hued with much lust, yet hushed, like a ghost of a whisper. "Let me hear you."
Sho then licked the other's ear, eliciting a delicious "ah" from the man below him, who, after catching himself reacting, scrambled to sit up against the bed's headboard, and glared at the rapper for attacking him when he wasn't ready. Sho chuckled, sensing the blame being put on him at that moment. "I knew you were awake."
"That's unfair! I wanted to start it this time." Aiba protested as the man before him crawled to reposition himself above him.
"I've been open for the past half hour, but all you did was hug me tight. You had your chances."
"But I was--I was…" Aiba tried to continue protesting, but Sho placed his finger on the taller's lips, signaling him to quieten down. That was all a matter of the past. What mattered then was then. Nothing more.
The two shared the next few moments in silence staring into each other's eyes, each hearing the other's heart beat to the same rhythm as their own. They both smiled, foreheads touching, letting a few still moments pass some more before continuing.
Granted his wish, Aiba made the first move, planting a short kiss on Sho's lips. The two locked eyes for another brief moment, then kissed once more. Two more kisses, three more kisses, each getting longer and longer until Aiba let Sho's tongue into his mouth, tasting him and the still-lingering sweet taste of pancakes. Aiba's hands led themselves from Sho’s sloping shoulders down to the hem of his shirt, slipping his hands underneath the thin cloth to feel the other's taut abdominals. He traced each of the six packs, finger per finger, letting out a satisfied moan at his partner's perfection. He loved Sho's being a soft macho: soft--because he was such a sweetheart; macho--because he was macho.
"Happy?" Sho teased, nipping at Aiba's neck, purposefully bending his back to crunch his abdominals even further, letting them tighten against the feel of the other's hands. In turn, the rapper was delighted at the soft vibrations of the other's moans against his lips.
"N-not quite yet though… I still want this." Aiba grabbed hold of Sho's growing member through the fabric of his red boxers.
Sho groaned, so loud and thick with lust Aiba almost came immediately from the mere eargasmic stimuli. The taller man cursed the rapper for having such a sinful groan, and even more for letting fans taste a bit of this delicacy through his tiny groans in T.A.B.O.O.
But soon Aiba's thoughts were cleared of curses as he started pleading to the rapper. Sho ground his hips against the other's. The two moaned, enjoying the friction each movement brought. Before long, Sho sat up on his knees and took off his shirt excruciatingly slowly, making sure to let the man before him see his muscles tighten as he removed the article of clothing and threw it off to wherever. As he stripped, he caught the other licking his lips at the sight before him, his eyes clearly filled with hunger and longing for him. With an accomplished grin, the rapper dove down to claim the taller’s lips, hands roaming the other’s torso to pull his shirt up, playing with the perky nipples once his hands found them. Aiba’s hands were at the other’s back, delighted at the feel of Sho’s tightening muscles with his every move.
The rapper then stripped Aiba of his shirt, guiding the cloth by letting his hands slide up the other’s torso and smooth arms. Sho threw the garment off to the side and then he was pushed by Aiba to lie on his back. The taller had pushed him to resume the kiss, his lips feeling lonely from the few seconds they had been detached from the other. He pulled Sho closer by the neck as if they weren’t close enough, all the while continuously grinding his already pent up need against Sho’s.
“Sho-chan,” Aiba breathed against the kiss. Touch me more, he didn’t say. He didn’t need to when Sho grabbed hold of his ass, which stilled his grinding, and slipped the olive green boxers down to his knees to reveal his aching member. When Sho's smooth skin came into contact with the trembling organ, the taller's breath hitched, pleasured by even this small amount of friction. He broke away from the kiss to try to even his breathing but then the rapper started pumping his already leaking need.
The rapper marveled at the sight above him--Aiba's pink lips (swollen from all the kissing) parted while he panted, his cheeks flushed red, eyes moist with frenzy. He tightened his grip on Aiba's cock as he continued to stroke him, making the man’s pretty face twist in the most luscious manner, to the point that Sho himself thought he might come soon.
Sho then pulled the man above him to his left, laying him on his back. The rapper gave the drunk-on-kisses man another sweet kiss before briefly parting from him. Aiba whimpered, needing release soon, but he stayed still as he watched Sho above him, letting him be completely stripped of his boxers. The rapper stripped himself of his own red boxers, as well, then took the bottle of lube he had placed on the bedside table earlier, and started coating his fingers.
Aiba was breathing heavily by then, arms crossed over his head, sensing he was to be satisfied soon enough. It had been months since he had been last penetrated, and it did occur to him that he might not be used to the pain anymore, but he didn't give it any further thought. All he wanted was Sho. Right at that moment until forever. No matter how long Sho would be away from him. No matter how little time they get to spend together. No matter how painful or pleasurable. He would always and always want Sho.
But the taller was pulled away from his thoughts when he felt the topic of his thoughts' chest slide against his. The tall man hadn't noticed until then, but they were both perspiring a lot already, making it easy for skin to slide against skin. The rapper started leaving tiny kisses on his collarbone before inserting the first digit without warning. As expected, the intrusion was uncomfortable, making the taller man's breath hitch.
"You okay, Masaki?"
"Ah, hmm, y-yeah," the taller panted. The older started moving his finger in and out of his hole. It took a few thrusts, but the taller became more acquainted with the intrusion. "I was just caught off guard, no big deal."
"Uh-hum," Sho replied, licking a trail down to one of Aiba's nipples. He played with the nipple with his tongue, licking it up and down, while his free hand toyed and squeezed the other. Aiba was turned into a moaning mess, groaning unintelligible sounds that urged Sho on all the more. It was then the older inserted the second digit.
"Still okay?" Sho asked with concern, lifting his head to look into Aiba's eyes.
"Yeah," Aiba giggled, somewhat amused at the concern from his partner. He didn't need to fuss too much, he thought. "Keep going, Sho-chan." he encouraged, offering his lover a reassuring smile.
Sho felt his heart fly out of his chest at the sight of Aiba smiling. He was already weak to the cheerful man’s smile on a normal basis, but with Aiba's cheeks still red from the heat of sex, face beaded with sweat and eyes thick with want for him, Sho couldn't restrain himself anymore. He claimed the other's lips again, tongue rough against the his. The kiss was sloppy, careless, saliva dripping from the sides of their mouths. Aiba kept moaning into the kiss as Sho's fingers--was it three by then?--continued thrusting wildly at his entrance. The taller had to wrap his arms around the older's neck to keep them aligned as they kissed.
"Masaki," Sho whimpered against the passionate kiss, almost crying at the overflowing passion he felt in his chest. He needed and had yearned to feel this closeness with his darling Masaki over the months that passed. It had been delayed for too long.
Sho took out his fingers, positioned Aiba's legs at his side and placed himself at Aiba's entrance, quickly thrusting in when he was ready. The two groaned, one at the large intrusion, and the other at the heated tightness.
"Masaki, Ma-Masaki," Sho chanted like a prayer, digging his face into the nook of the other's neck as he thrust again to sheath his full erection. He hooked his arms under Aiba's knees and pulled the other closer to him, resulting in endless whimpers of a mix of pain and pleasure from the other man. Aiba's hands were on the bed sheets, clutching them tight to help him release the pain and concentrate on the pleasure.
Once Sho was fully sheathed, the men spent the next moments just catching their breath, taking in the moment, neither one of them moving. In the stillness, Aiba could feel Sho throbbing inside him. He could no longer feel the pain, but just the warm pleasure of Sho pulsating in him. We're connected. the taller thought, smiling to himself. He gently took hold of Sho's head, making the rapper face him eye to eye. He wiped beads of sweat from his lover’s face with his hand, brushing off stray strands of hair in the process, just staring at him.
Aiba saw Sho questioning him through his passionate, dark brown eyes if something was wrong, to which Aiba shook his head 'no' and smiled again, planting a kiss on the rapper's thick lips. A silent I love you.
I love you, too. Sho replied silently, pecking Aiba's lips again and again until their tongues collided. The taller wrapped his arms around the other's neck, and his legs around the other’s torso, signaling Sho to start moving.
Sho started at a slow pace, pulling his erection out of the tight hole then pushing it right back in, increasing his speed thrust per thrust. Aiba let his head hang backwards, enjoying how the sheets slid against him with every movement. It didn't take much time to set a regular rhythm. It was then the rapper started thrusting towards Aiba's switch, the one sweet spot that escalated the other's pleasure to more than tenfold.
"There, Sho-channgh, ther--, hnngh," the taller moaned, using his legs to help Sho reach deeper and push that spot harder. Sho whimpered, the pleasure of the friction around his member sending electric pulses throughout his body. Wanting to feel it more, he grabbed hold of Aiba's legs again and started thrusting wildly, roughly, right into the same spot over and over again.
Aiba's mewls were unintelligible and echoed throughout the room accompanied by Sho's low grunts and pants and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Sh-sho-chan, I'm--I'm, ngh," Aiba moaned, pulling the other closer for a kiss. Their kiss was rough, needy, tongues forcefully sliding against each other, saliva unconfined. "C-coming…"
"Go ahead," Sho breathed against the kiss. He gave a few more powerful thrusts, making Aiba feel as though he had reached heaven, spurting his seed in his stomach. Sho came a second later, spouting an "Oh, shit." at the tightness of Aiba's ass when he came.
Pulling out, Sho lied down to Aiba's right, heaving deep breaths to regulate his breathing.
"That was…" Aiba panted, looking towards Sho,"Amazing."
Sho spoke after a few breaths and a chuckle. "Guess I missed you that much."
Aiba giggled, gaining his energy back surprisingly quickly. He rolled himself on top of the other to kiss him on the lips.
"Wanna go another round?"
Sho chuckled, amazed the other still had the energy for another round (or maybe more). With Aiba starting to hump their erections back to life, the rapper all the more couldn't find it in himself to say no. Sho missed Aiba that much, after all.
= = = =
1:59 PM
"It's almost two, Sho-chan," said Aiba, tracing circles on Sho's taut abdominals. It had been almost half an hour since their last round of lovemaking, and neither had the energy to move and clean themselves up.
"What do we do about lunch?" Sho asked, yawning. It took a moment for him to realize that he shouldn't have given Aiba the chance to decide what they were to eat for the afternoon. Of all the times the cheery man had stayed over and was in charge of deciding where to eat for lunch, there was only one thing that he ordered.
"There's a Chinese place nearby that delivers, right?" Aiba beamed, sitting up to look directly into Sho's eyes, letting his enthusiasm be the bait to make Sho agree.
Sho sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do against a begging Aiba.
"Okay, okay, we'll order Chinese."
"And?"
"And...?"
"…"
"Of course, Mabo Tofu."
"Yay~"
Sho earned himself another kiss, and another round of sex. Surely their fellow members wouldn't mind Aiba limping during concert practice some four hours later. Or maybe they would. But that didn't occur to the two, nor did it matter. Clearly, Sho missed Aiba, and Aiba missed Sho, that much, and wouldn't separate from each other any time soon for anything.
Twelve free hours they spent with each other after weeks of loneliness, and it was only the beginning of another period of endless fluff and happiness they would spend together.
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AFTERNOTES: Oh my gosh! You're still here--reading? ♥ Thank you so much. :)
I probably keep losing readers because I update so seldomly, but oh well. Haha. I only write when I feel like it anyway. lol
Actually, at the moment, I'm working on two fics--one for yukitsubute (Junba) and one for a friend of mine (Kaze) for donating during the JE Philippines Fund-Raising for Habagat. It's been weeks since you've donated! I'm sorry for the delay. T___T Though I must admit, I haven't exactly been abstaining from fic-writing since I wrote the Sakuraiba fic for the Sakuraiba exchange. I've been writing for my ONE PIECE fandom in the meanwhile. LOL;;; I'm trying to explore more writing styles, you see, and I hope that through finishing those two fics mentioned above, I'll be able to return to the Arashi fic-ing fandom with more awesome writing skills than before. ♥
Anyhow, sorry for listening to my writing rambles. lol Comments are very much appreciated. Thank you. ♥