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Title: Sex on a Stick
Author: kat8cha
Pairing: ShiroAi
Rating: Err... R for suggestive language.
Summary: Aiba's so pretty, Shirotan can't help but perv.
Okay, I'll write up and post the Katou/Aiba lapdance tomorrow. And by tomorrow I'll have DLIII so I'll be happier. And uh, hopefully more sleep.
Author: kat8cha
Pairing: ShiroAi
Rating: Err... R for suggestive language.
Summary: Aiba's so pretty, Shirotan can't help but perv.
Shirota loved Aiba’s legs. They were the silkiest, prettiest, longest legs he had ever seen. Every time Shirota saw Aiba in the shorts for the musicals he couldn’t help the strong urge to worship those godlike appendages. Shirota really just wanted to leave hickeys up and down them, proclaiming to all the world that they were his. He’d noticed the looks people gave Aiba’s legs. They were almost, but not quite, as lecherous as the ones people gave Aiba’s ass. Which also belonged to Shirota.
“Shirota. Stop staring at my legs dammit ” Aiba thwacked Shirota on the head with his chopsticks, breaking the others stare. Glaring Aiba crossed his legs, now encased in tight blue jeans. They were eating out with a few friends, the first official get together since the Tenimyu actors had graduated. Of course Aiba and Shirota had a few ‘private’ dinners in the meantime.
“So, how’s the new musical coming Aiba?” Araki asked, looking away from Adachi for the first time that evening. “And Switch?” Aiba shrugged.
“They’re okay. Working with the new cast is different.” Aiba didn’t spend all his time working with new cast though, Shirota knew the other was hard pressed with both rehearsal for Tenimyu and for Switch.
“How’s working with Nagayama-san like?” Adachi bounces slightly in his seat, hyper from the amount of soda’s he’d had. Araki’s hand has long since been placed on the other’s lap, trying to get him to calm down. At least, that was the theory, they were all pretty sure Araki was molesting him.
“He’s pretty cool.” Aiba smiles slightly. “He has a lot of experience.” Shirota’s mind spazzed for a minute, grinding to a halt before starting up a flurry of new activity. Experience? Experience? What sort of experience could Nagayama have that Aiba would find interesting? The others chatted around him as Shirota sat and pondered this new conundrum. Nagayama was involved in the clothing industry, along with a lot of other things. He was very diversified.
“Oi! Shirotan!” Someone hit him on the head and Shirota blinked, looking up into Zukki’s smiling face. “We’re going to the dance club, you coming or not?” Aiba was standing slightly apart from the other’s, talking with Adachi. Clubbing had apparently come up and been agreed upon, who was Shirota to be a stick in the mud?
Plus it meant he got to watch Aiba dance. Shirota loved nothing more then watching Aiba dance. He got to see Aiba’s ass and legs and *hips* in motion. Aiba was like a walking wet dream, or a really good stripper. Or both.
Getting into the club was no trouble, and neither was finding enough space on the dance floor to go wild. Shirota had just as much fun as everyone else, though he was not as good a dancer as some. He was however far better then Araki. The other could dance but he couldn’t *dance*, not like Aiba or Adachi could. Shirota was watching Aiba who was dancing on the other side of their small circle of friends. Shirota turned away to shout something at Zukki over the loud techno beat. When he looked back Aiba was talking to some big guy in black and then walking off into the crowd with him. Shirota blinked. What had happened to his Aiba-chii? Had his Aiba-chii been picked up by some other guy? Noo! His boyfriend!
Just as Shirota was going to shout a question at Adachi when something caught his eye. The entire clubs gaze turned to the ceilings. The dance club had a retro setting, and actually had a couple of ‘cages’ at various levels for skilled dancers.
Aiba was in one of them, dancing like he usually did but using the bars of the cage to their full potential. He looked like... a sexy convict, his hips moving to the primal beat of the music. His long legs twisting and bending as his body twisted sinuously, arms moving like snakes above his head. Aiba’s shirt had stuck to his chest from the humidity of the club before and now it accented the muscles of his chest as he danced.
Mind blanking from the sudden rush of blood shooting between his crotch and his brain the next thing Shirota knew he had Aiba on his back in his bed, moaning and arching up under him, putting all those hip twists to good use. Shirota wasn’t too sure how he got from point A to point B (though he heard later that he acted like a caveman and carried Aiba out over his shoulder) but he was pretty glad he got to point C.
“Shirota. Stop staring at my legs dammit ” Aiba thwacked Shirota on the head with his chopsticks, breaking the others stare. Glaring Aiba crossed his legs, now encased in tight blue jeans. They were eating out with a few friends, the first official get together since the Tenimyu actors had graduated. Of course Aiba and Shirota had a few ‘private’ dinners in the meantime.
“So, how’s the new musical coming Aiba?” Araki asked, looking away from Adachi for the first time that evening. “And Switch?” Aiba shrugged.
“They’re okay. Working with the new cast is different.” Aiba didn’t spend all his time working with new cast though, Shirota knew the other was hard pressed with both rehearsal for Tenimyu and for Switch.
“How’s working with Nagayama-san like?” Adachi bounces slightly in his seat, hyper from the amount of soda’s he’d had. Araki’s hand has long since been placed on the other’s lap, trying to get him to calm down. At least, that was the theory, they were all pretty sure Araki was molesting him.
“He’s pretty cool.” Aiba smiles slightly. “He has a lot of experience.” Shirota’s mind spazzed for a minute, grinding to a halt before starting up a flurry of new activity. Experience? Experience? What sort of experience could Nagayama have that Aiba would find interesting? The others chatted around him as Shirota sat and pondered this new conundrum. Nagayama was involved in the clothing industry, along with a lot of other things. He was very diversified.
“Oi! Shirotan!” Someone hit him on the head and Shirota blinked, looking up into Zukki’s smiling face. “We’re going to the dance club, you coming or not?” Aiba was standing slightly apart from the other’s, talking with Adachi. Clubbing had apparently come up and been agreed upon, who was Shirota to be a stick in the mud?
Plus it meant he got to watch Aiba dance. Shirota loved nothing more then watching Aiba dance. He got to see Aiba’s ass and legs and *hips* in motion. Aiba was like a walking wet dream, or a really good stripper. Or both.
Getting into the club was no trouble, and neither was finding enough space on the dance floor to go wild. Shirota had just as much fun as everyone else, though he was not as good a dancer as some. He was however far better then Araki. The other could dance but he couldn’t *dance*, not like Aiba or Adachi could. Shirota was watching Aiba who was dancing on the other side of their small circle of friends. Shirota turned away to shout something at Zukki over the loud techno beat. When he looked back Aiba was talking to some big guy in black and then walking off into the crowd with him. Shirota blinked. What had happened to his Aiba-chii? Had his Aiba-chii been picked up by some other guy? Noo! His boyfriend!
Just as Shirota was going to shout a question at Adachi when something caught his eye. The entire clubs gaze turned to the ceilings. The dance club had a retro setting, and actually had a couple of ‘cages’ at various levels for skilled dancers.
Aiba was in one of them, dancing like he usually did but using the bars of the cage to their full potential. He looked like... a sexy convict, his hips moving to the primal beat of the music. His long legs twisting and bending as his body twisted sinuously, arms moving like snakes above his head. Aiba’s shirt had stuck to his chest from the humidity of the club before and now it accented the muscles of his chest as he danced.
Mind blanking from the sudden rush of blood shooting between his crotch and his brain the next thing Shirota knew he had Aiba on his back in his bed, moaning and arching up under him, putting all those hip twists to good use. Shirota wasn’t too sure how he got from point A to point B (though he heard later that he acted like a caveman and carried Aiba out over his shoulder) but he was pretty glad he got to point C.
Okay, I'll write up and post the Katou/Aiba lapdance tomorrow. And by tomorrow I'll have DLIII so I'll be happier. And uh, hopefully more sleep.