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Title: Hot Pants
Author: Ore-sama
Pairing: ShirotaAiba
Rating: R
Summary: Aiba was wearing something under his pants in one of his recent photo shoots, and Shirota likes the short shorts look on him.

 “I'm home!" Aiba called out, slipping his shoes off and closing the door behind him.

"Aibachii!" Shirota came out of the kitchenette, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon carefully. "Taste this." Aiba let Shirota spoon feed him the sauce, considering it.

"Spicy." He grinned and Shirota looked relieved. His lover had probably been working on that sauce for a few hours.

"It'll be done in about a half hour." Shirota stepped back into the kitchen, turning the sauce down to a simmer. "It just has to simmer for the full effect."

"That gives me enough time." Aiba tugged on the back of Shirota's apron as he stepped out into the living room. "I wanna show you something."

"Hmm?" Shirota followed, accustomed to being led around on Aiba's whim. Aiba smirked, then quickly undid the button fly on his jeans, allowing the loose fabric he had worn for the photoshoot to pool around his feet. Shirota's eyes widened, and then widened more when he caught sight of the short shorts that clung to Aiba's hips.

"Like?" Aiba asked, turning around and wiggling his ass a little for Shirota's benefit.

"...Are those short shorts?" Shirota questioned, eyes glued to where the shorts ended, very high up Aiba's thigh.

"They're pretty short." Aiba dropped his hands down to his sides. "I hear some school girls can't wear skirts that don't come to their finger tips." The end of the shorts barely hit Aiba's wrists. They were tight too, neatly accenting Aiba's hips and ass.

"You wore those for the photo shoot?" Shirota reached out, running his fingers down the fly, then both hands down the sides, and around to squeeze Aiba's ass.

"Yeah..." Aiba wiggled again, a flush crawling up his face to sit high on his cheeks. "And I'm not wearing any underwear."

 

"...the sauce..." Shirota said wistfully as Aiba leaned up to kiss him. Aiba's tongue held the faintest taste of sweet, and just an edge of sour. Sliding his tongue into Aiba's mouth Shirota gripped Aiba's ass, pulling the shorter man close.

"We could turn it off." Aiba placed his hands on Shirota's shoulders, pulling himself closer to Shirota and rubbing his jean clad crotch suggestively against Shirota's thigh. Shirota could feel the heat and hardness imprisoned behind one button and a short zipper. "Sauce keeps."

"But it was for tonight..." Shirota's fingers wiggled inside the tight ass of the jeans, sliding over smooth butt cheeks and running up and down Aiba's cleft. "You really aren't wearing underwear." The singer's voice was awed, stunned, and very turned on. Aiba grinned, squeezing the bulge Shirota was now sporting.

"I did it just for you. I had a thong on during the photo shoot." No way was Aiba wandering around without underwear on a regular basis without underwear. He had too many prospective seme's, and the Seigaku boys would never give it a rest. Doori still found Minami's pink bunny boxers amusing.

 

“A thong doesn’t cover much.” Shirota squeezed Aiba’s firm, round ass. “Was it the gold one? I like that one.”

 

“How’d you know I had a gold thong?” Aiba frowned up at Shirota. He thought he had hidden his underwear very well. Shirota had developed a habit of stealing a pair of Aiba’s underwear whenever he could. While the other claimed not to do anything perverted with them Aiba had his doubts. Shirota was oversexed and perverted, he did perverted things without knowing.

 

Shirota let out a nervous laugh, detaching from Aiba. “The sauce is probably ready!” He called out as he turned on the sink. “Go wash up for dinner!” Aiba pouted and glanced down at his crotch, he was so getting Shirota back for this. Heading to the bathroom Aiba debated changing his shorts, they did ride up something awful….

 

But no, it would be more fun to see Shirota squirm as they ate dinner.  Washing up he came out into the kitchenette, sliding into his seaet as Shirota poured a ladle of sauce and mystery chunks onto a mound of rice.

 

“So…. What is it?” Aiba picked up the chopsticks Shirota had bought for Christmas. They were blue and had a gold band running around the top. Shirota set the pot back on the stove before sliding into his own seat. Shirota’s chopsticks were black with little silver flowers, his mother had given them to Shirota when he moved out.

 

“Gumbo.” Aiba wrinkled his nose at the strange word. He had never heard of gumbo before. Shirota laughed, already digging into his meal. “You’ll like it.”

 

Aiba took a tentative taste of the meal, pleased by the spice and the large amount of seafood in the meal. Aiba liked things with plenty of spice and meat. “Good?” Shirota asked as Aiba started on his second serving. Aiba just nodded, mouth full with Shirota’s delicious cooking. He jumped when he felt a hand land on his knee but when he glanced up at Shirota the other looked thoughtful instead of lustful. His thumb rubbed a circle on the side of Aiba’s knee, producing a light shiver from Aiba before the younger boy focused on eating again. It didn’t seem like Shirota’s hand was going to move anytime soon anyway. As soon as Aiba was finished with his second serving and considering a third the hand did move, quickly moving up his thigh to squeeze Aiba’s crotch.

 

“Eeep!” Aiba squeaked, jumping a little in the hard backed chairs that sat around Shirota’s kitchen table. The hand didn’t stop, squeezing and rubbing while Aiba squirmed in his chair. The table was small so it was no problem for Shirota to reach the other side.

 

“You know, I’m thinking that you can’t have had those shorts long.” Shirota’s was speaking in low tones, his floppy hair falling in front of his eyes and giving him a semi-dangerous look. Shirota was a horrible dork though and it was impossible to believe he could be dangerous. “I know I’ve never seen them on you before, and certainly not in your dressers.”

 

“Yeah, well, maybe you missed something in your underwear raids.” Aiba said breathlessly, eyes’ fluttering as his arousal was teased. The denim was rough and the zipper was cold and hard against his cock.

 

“No, no, I’m sure you’ve never owned a pair of short shorts before today.” Shirota gave Aiba’s groin another rub before sliding out of his chair, reaching to pick Aiba up and carrying him into the bedroom in a princess carry. Aiba wrapped his arms around Shirota’s neck, even though he knew Shirota would never drop him.

 

“So, did you buy them today?” Placing Aiba carefully on the bed Shirota stripped off Aiba’s shirt. “Or get them at the photo shoot.” Talented fingers pinched Aiba’s nipple, tugging on the pert little bud as his mouth latched onto Aiba’s pink mouth.

 

“Mmm,” Aiba groaned, fingers shakily undoing Shirota’s shirt as he squirmed on the bed. “I got them at the photo shoot… but I did have underwear on before.”

 

“What’d you do with them?” Shirota asked, mouth sliding down Aiba’s neck and fingers working on carefully peeling the scrap of denim off Aiba’s legs.

 

“Stuck them in my pants pocket after the shoot.” Aiba moaned, grinding his hips up against Shirota. “Please Shirotan…”

 

“You’re not gonna wear those shorts again.” Shirota said as he reached under his pillow for supplies.  “…not out of the apartment at least.”

 

“Of course not.” Aiba snapped and his brown eyes glinted unhappy from beneath disheveled hair. “I’m not stupid.” Shirota laughed, kissing Aiba as he fumbled the lube open and fished to find one of the non-flavored condoms.

 

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Shirota cracked open an eye, smashing a hand down on the blaring alarm. Closing his eyes he listened to the apartment. There was no noise from the kitchen or the shower, and it was still pretty early. Rolling over Shirota sighed looking at the empty bed. Aiba had already left. He had probably had some sort of event to go to. Sliding out of the sheets Shirota blinked and then laughed as he spotted what was lying on Aiba’s side of the bed.

 

It was Aiba’s short shorts and a picture of Aiba in nothing but the hot pants, giving the camera a victory sign.