kat8cha | (no subject)

Gah, so tired. I've had a busy day >> And tomorrow won't get less busy.

Title: Candy Cane Kisses
Author: Me.
Pairing: ShiroAi
Rating: PG-13 (I use 1 curse word)
Summary: Shirota thinks Aiba tastes like curry, Aiba thinks Shirota's stupid

Shirota had always held that there was a specific flavor to the person you kissed. Like, some people always tasted like peppermint, or lemon, or chocolate. Aiba said that kisses tasted like whatever that person had eaten last. Shirota told Aiba that he tasted spicy, and not just because he was always eating curry. The conversation had ended with Aiba throwing a pillow at his head and telling him that if he was going to kiss him, he should kiss him already.

“See? I totally taste like yakiniku.” Aiba said, leaning against Shirota as they cuddled on Shirota’s lumpy blue loveseat. He’d gotten it cheap, and it was a little worn, but Shirota liked it. It fit into the hodgepodge assortment of the rest of his furniture.

“Nope, still taste like curry.” Shirota dodged a swipe at his head and laughed.

During rehearsals for the musical’s Shirota and Aiba couldn’t spend much time together because Aiba was always at rehearsal, or going to an event, or practicing and when he wasn’t he was passed out asleep (not always at Shirota’s house which made Shirota pout) and Shirotan was running in and out of the house, to rehearsal, to D-boys events, and so when he finally had a chance to pass out he slept as deeply as Aiba. On they days they had managed to get some time alone Shirota and Aiba were both too tired to do anything interesting.

One such day Aiba sat on the couch next to Shirota as the other played a video game on his medium sized television. Pulling a candy cane out of his pocket Aiba stripped the plastic peel off carefully and slid the straight end of it into his mouth, sucking dispassionately

Shirota didn’t notice until he head a slight slurping noise. Turning his head in Aiba’s direction he blinked. “Where’d you get that?” Aiba pulled the candy out of his mouth, his lips now a sticky looking shade of red.

“Minami had a couple, so Doori and I both stole one from him.” Minami didn’t mind. He was a nice guy after all. Aiba licked sticky lips before sliding the minty sweet back into his mouth.

“Oh.” Shirota watched wide eyes as Aiba kept sliding the candy cane in and out… in and out, his cheeks slightly hollowed just like they were doing – BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOO!!! “CRAP!” Shirota jumped, turning his attention back to the t.v. screen where his character had gone up in brilliant flames.

Aiba stood with a laugh, walking to the kitchen. “Don’t get distracted king of idiots.” Passing Shirota’s side of the couch he was surprised to find the others hand on his wrist stopping him and tugging him back.

“King of idiot’s am I…” Grinning Shirota pulled Aiba over the back of the couch, flicking a tongue over the end of the candy cane sticking out of Aiba’s mouth.

“Yeah.” Aiba sucked on the candy cane, pulling it away from Shirota and deeper into his mouth. “Idiot.”

“Mm. Does that make you the idiot queen?” Shirota followed the candy cane trail, closing in on Aiba’s mouth with the sweet disappeared. Aiba’s eyes had closed and his mouth fell open at the first light brush of lips. Breathing out a puff of chilly air Aiba found his sticky lips being licked clean by Shirota’s tongue, then said tongue sliding into his mouth to explore. Shirota wasn’t a terribly good kisser, but Aiba figured it was all in the delivery. Plus Shirota could do some things with that tongue that made Aiba blush just to think about.

“You know.” Shirota said when he pulled back from the kiss. “Even though you taste like peppermint… I can still taste the curry.”

“Aah!” Aiba thwacked Shirota on the head, the taller man letting go of his wrist to protectively shield himself. “Idiot! I didn’t even EAT curry today!” Crossing his arms Aiba dramatically stomped into the kitchen.

“Aiba-chiii! Don’t be mad!” Shirota hopped over the back of the couch and headed after his huffy lover. “C’mon, spicy kisses suit you!”