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Look! I wrote something! I think we should all be proud. 

Title: Orgasm (fuck, this thing doesn't have a title. Whatever!)
Author: Me (duh)
Pairing: Katou/Aiba/Shirota Nagayan/Tuti(hinted, very vague and slim)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nagayan peeps on Aiba during Switch. (Total accident he assures you)

"The orgasm is nothing. How could one say otherwise? But there are things inside of it: dreams, gods, the unknown, windows and memories to name a few. If I take out one orgasm and put it right here on the page can you see it? No, of course not. Everyone knows it’s invisible. Still if you want to look at the orgasm, press into the page with your fingertips. Imagine the soft, smooth skin. Remember the face, the body, how you caress and are caressed."The Book of Orgasms,page 14

 

Nagayan picked up the script he had kept from Switch. He pressed his fingers against the pages, stroking the title page before picking it up, smelling the pages. They smelled like yakiniku, curry, and a slightly sweet, but faintly masculine scent. Closing his eyes Nagayan continued to lightly touch the script as he let his mind drift. He though of smooth teenage skin, peeking from the gap between a shirt and low hanging pants. Nagayan breathed out as his inner vision swung upward, grazing over a slim but muscular chest and two gorgeous collarbone’s appearing in the low neckline of the shirt. Up a slender neck to linger on cherry lips.

Lips that had been bruised on more then one rehearsal, and a body that had glistened with sweat from more exertion then acting or dancing.

Nagayan had forgotten something back at the rehearsal hall, he was never able to remember quite what it was but he knew it was important at the time, and headed back. Aiba had been one of the last people there, and Nagayan knew the other was still there because the rehearsal hall door wasn’t locked yet. Walking down the darkened hallway Nagayan frowned. There were moans echoing in the darkened corridor, moans that sounded oddly like ghosts. Grinning he shook his head, he must be watching too many horror movies. Humming under his breath, the moaning was probably the pipes but it was still a little disturbing, Nagayan walked towards the dance hall. The door was cracked a little, a slim rectangle of light spilling out. Nagayan frowned as he realized the closer he got to the door the louder the moans became.

By the time Nagayan reached the door he knew that the moans were definitly neither ghosts, nor the pipes he couldn’t resist the urge to peek. He was nosy, and a bit of a meddler, so if Aiba was having sex he *had* to know. Plus, it was possible that Aiba had hurt himself by flipping the wheel chair. The wet sounds and sharp smacks of flesh against flesh were what led him to believe it was sex.

Peering through the crack Nagayan could not have been more surprised, or turned on, by what lay inside. One does not, after all, expect to find one’s costars having a threesome on the cold hard floor of the rehearsal hall. Aiba was between two men. The first was fairy tall with brown hair and tanned skin his face was obscured by the fact that he and Aiba were in a 69 position. Nagayan was guessing it was Shirota Yuu though. Behind Aiba, and the man in Aiba’s behind was taller then Aiba, but still shorter then Shirota. He had short dark hair and was murmuring something as he stroked hands over Aiba’s back. This, Nagayan knew, was Katou Kazuki. Aiba was propping himself carefully on the floor so he wouldn’t smother the partner under him and his head bobbed up and down on Shirota’s cock. Behind him Katou rocked his hips in smooth motions, pushing Aiba’s cock into Shirota’s own mouth, where the other was sucking eagerly. At least Nagayan assumed it was eagerly from the slurping noises Shirota was making and muffled moans Aiba was giving. Nagayan felt his breath catch, the three of them were really beautiful together.

Shirota’s dark hands moved up Katou’s built thighs to grip the others ass, changing he pace to something faster, harder, and deeper. Aiba cried out, pulling completely off Shirota’s cock and glancing back at Katou. For a split second Nagayan thought Aiba’d spotted him in the doorway, but Katou rocked his hips again and Aiba’s eyes fluttered closed, distracted by sensation.

Nagayan knew he should move away then and there, that it wasn’t right to be watching this and if he was caught he and Aiba wouldn’t be able to work together comfortably again. Watching as Aiba’s face scrunched up and the gripped Shirota’s thighs, a cry ripping its way from the younger mans throat as his body convulsed in orgasm. He gripped Shirota’s cock, stroking it and lapping at the tip as behind him Katou grunted and came too, Shirota followed them both by seconds, spraying all over Aiba’s face.

That was an image Nagayan would never be rid of. Slipping away from the doorway he had left in search of friendly company, barely missing the whispered ‘I love you’s exchanged by the three.

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Setting down his script Nagayan sighed. Switch was over, and there wasn’t really a reason to see his young friend. Well, not a reason to see him as often as Nagayan would have liked. Pouting and in need of some loving care he set out in search for the loud oaf he knew was snoozing on his couch.