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Jun. 25th, 2006 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTitle: Dance
Author: Kat8cha
Pairing: Katou/Aiba (it's so there dammit)
Rating: PG-13? (maybe)
Summary: Aiba escapes the world through Katou and Dance.
<s>This is the 2cnd write of it, the first was rather... mean. And I just couldn't do that after watching DLIII. No matter how much boys will be boys.</s>
Author: Kat8cha
Pairing: Katou/Aiba (it's so there dammit)
Rating: PG-13? (maybe)
Summary: Aiba escapes the world through Katou and Dance.
<s>This is the 2cnd write of it, the first was rather... mean. And I just couldn't do that after watching DLIII. No matter how much boys will be boys.</s>
Aiba loved dancing. It was the one thing he could do in public and feel compltely comfortable with, even in front of huge audiences. Not even acting or singing was as comfortable for Aiba as dancing. It would always be his escape from the world. During the rehearsals for Dream Live III Aiba was always dancing. It kept the tears at bay. He could focus when he was dancing. The night before graduation Aiba was so nervous, he couldn’t sleep. His parents, caring as always, had enough of his late night stomping. They’d told him plainly if he was going to do that he could do it somewhere else.
Aiba had headed to the one other thing besides dancing that could help him calm down, Katou Kazuki. Standing outside the others apartment he had nervously rung the bell. Katou had, surprisingly, been at the door in seconds, pulling him inside. Nervously Aiba had tried to apologize for intruding. Katou had just shook his head and sitting on the couch pulled Aiba onto his lap. Katou had locked eyes with the nervous teen and calmly told him to ‘dance’.
Aiba didn’t need music to dance, it was useful but without it he would move to a beat all his own. He could dance to his own heartbeat, the sounds of Katou’s breathing, the noises from the streets below. He moved with the sounds of Katou’s apartment, the drip of the faucet in the bathroom, the creek of someone walking on the floor above, the hum of a plugged in and running computer. When he was finished he leaned against Katou.
“I’m better on my feet you know.” He said, face pressed against Katou’s neck, nestled in the secure hold of the other’s arms.
“I know, but I wanted you on my lap. I like feeling your hips move.” Aiba laughed and pushed himself back, looking down at his smirking friend.
“Perv.” Katou shrugged, hold on Aiba loose but still there. Aiba brushed a few strands of hair out of his face and then did the same to Katou. “Can I stay over?”
“My apartment is always open to you Hiroki.” Katou kissed Aiba lightly on the nose and then stood, holding the other up by his ass. Aiba squeaked and wrapped arms around Katou’s shoulders, blushing heavily.
“Kazuki-san! I can walk Kazuki-san!” Aiba complained as he was carried out of the living room. Katou laughed.
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to.”
Aiba had headed to the one other thing besides dancing that could help him calm down, Katou Kazuki. Standing outside the others apartment he had nervously rung the bell. Katou had, surprisingly, been at the door in seconds, pulling him inside. Nervously Aiba had tried to apologize for intruding. Katou had just shook his head and sitting on the couch pulled Aiba onto his lap. Katou had locked eyes with the nervous teen and calmly told him to ‘dance’.
Aiba didn’t need music to dance, it was useful but without it he would move to a beat all his own. He could dance to his own heartbeat, the sounds of Katou’s breathing, the noises from the streets below. He moved with the sounds of Katou’s apartment, the drip of the faucet in the bathroom, the creek of someone walking on the floor above, the hum of a plugged in and running computer. When he was finished he leaned against Katou.
“I’m better on my feet you know.” He said, face pressed against Katou’s neck, nestled in the secure hold of the other’s arms.
“I know, but I wanted you on my lap. I like feeling your hips move.” Aiba laughed and pushed himself back, looking down at his smirking friend.
“Perv.” Katou shrugged, hold on Aiba loose but still there. Aiba brushed a few strands of hair out of his face and then did the same to Katou. “Can I stay over?”
“My apartment is always open to you Hiroki.” Katou kissed Aiba lightly on the nose and then stood, holding the other up by his ass. Aiba squeaked and wrapped arms around Katou’s shoulders, blushing heavily.
“Kazuki-san! I can walk Kazuki-san!” Aiba complained as he was carried out of the living room. Katou laughed.
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to.”
