kat8cha | (no subject)

Title: Christmas Present
Pairing: ShiroAi
Rating: PG
Summary: Shirota makes plans to spend Christmas Eve in a special way

Clearing his schedule for December 24^th wasn’t that hard. There had been a few spazzes from friends because he would not be making it to their Christmas even parties, but no one really minded that much. Zukki had threatened to spork him if he skipped out on New Years though. (Shirota still didn’t think that was much of a threat. After all a spork was the most non-threatening utensil ever.) Since he had known the schedule for Rikkaimyu for ages Shirota had long ago known just how long travel time was going to cost him. Slipping into the hotel was no problem, since hotel workers never bothered you if you looked like you knew what you were doing. Okay, sometimes they bothered you if you looked suspicious, but Shirota looked anything but suspicious in a lime green turtle neck and scruffy multi colored jeans.

Finding Aiba’s hotel room might have been a problem if Shirota had not bribed Seto to keep an eye on his boyfriend; all Shirota had to promise was that Seto could get some alone time with Zukki. Walking up to the hotel room Shirota frowned at the door. Getting in could be a problem.

“Oh. Shirota-san.” Shirota turned, blinking at the 3^rd generation actor. Who was this again? “You’re visiting Aibachii?” Slipping around Shirota the young man used his keycard to unlock the door and then opened it. “I’ll go bunk with Minami-kei then.” And the younger man flounced off.

“Well.” Shirota muttered, closing the door behind him and bolting it. “It got me in.” His and Aiba’s relationship was a bit of an open secret. A secret because they hid it from the fangirls, open because it was… well, their relationship was pretty obvious.

Creeping into the small hotel room Shirota approached the bed that Aiba lay snoring on. Aiba had the cutest snores, absolutely adorable growling noises coming from his cute stuffed up sinuses. Slipping out of his shoes Shirota pulled the bedsheets down and slipped into the bed behind Aiba, curling his larger frame around the other. Aiba shifted in his sleep, unconsciously spooning with Shirota and cuddling back against him. Wrapping arms around Aiba Shirota closed his eyes.

Aiba felt warm, and comfortable. His body was lax and lethargic in a way it had not been since he had started Rikkaimyu. The last thing Aiba wanted to do was leave this strangely comfortable hotel bed.

“Morning Aiba-chii.” A warm husky voice murmured in his ear and Aiba blinked sleepy eyes open, turning in Shirota’s embrace to look up at him. As his sleep fuddled mind slowly interpreted this information Shirota grinned at him. “Merry Christmas.”