[Arashi] [RP] Dress-up
[Title] Dress-up
[Author] honooko
[Rating] PG
[Notes] Playback universe. Sho+Nino BFFs.
Nino called Sho in a full-on panic.
"I need to look well-dressed, but also super hot. Satoshi is taking me to some important art thing and I want him to spend all night fighting the urge to tear my clothes off and ravish me," he explained.
"So you want me to lend you some sexy formal wear?" Sho confirmed.
"Yes," Nino said, relieved he understood.
"Forget it," Sho said. "My jackets are tailored, they won't fit you. We'll just have to buy you your own."
"Suits are well out of my price range," Nino reminded him.
"Then I'll buy it. You can wear it to my events too, so it's a good investment."
They went to Sho's favorite place. His father and grandfather had both shopped here (and continued to); it was owned and managed by a rickety, ancient Italian tailor. He was small and bent, but his hands were steady and he had a warm crackling laugh that sounded like a fireplace.
"I've never met a young man who needs shoulder fitting more than you," he told Nino. "You have the same width as my wife on our wedding day."
"I want to look like James Bond," Nino told him firmly.
"Don't we all," he replied smoothly. "But I think we should aim for a more Asian role model."
"Rain?" Nino asked hopefully, flexing one skinny arm.
"How about a smaller Sakurai-kun?" the tailor suggested.
"I guess that'll do," Nino said, disappointed.
"Hey," Sho said, looking hurt.
"You're pretty hot," Nino assured him, "in a responsible 'I'll double-bag it' kind of way."
"I'm not sure how to take that," Sho said as the tailor crackled merrily beside him.
"It means if you knocked someone up, you'd do the right, gentlemanly thing and raise the accident properly," Nino informed him.
"Must you refer to babies as 'accidents'?" Sho asked. He sounded quite pained; this was a discussion they'd had before. Unsuccessfully.
"Why not?" Nino said. "That's what my grandmother called me, and I turned out fine."
"Not all babies are accidents," Sho pointed out.
"Aren't they?" Nino commented. "Being an accident isn't automatically a bad thing. My mom said I'm the greatest mistake she's ever made."
"Your mother is not entirely sane," Sho said. Nino shrugged, unconcerned.
"Excuse me," the tailor interrupted, snapping his measuring tape. "I'll be measuring your gentleman's business now." He stated this mere nanoseconds before the tape was held between Nino's legs.
"Do I have the most impressive inseam you're ever seen?" Nino asked.
"Absolutely," the tailor assured him, "as I tell everyone who asks." Nino laughed; he liked this old man. He managed to be in good spirits despite groping uptight, picky businessmen and politicians all day. Or maybe that was why he was in such good spirits.
"I think a soft grey would be best," the tailor advised. "Black will be too harsh and firm for our purposes."
"Agreed," said Sho, "but he needs to be a little flashy too."
The tailor rummaged through his racks and pulled out a suit in a soft, heather grey with a slight metallic sheen to it. He helped Nino put on the jacket, pinching at seams speculatively. He pinned as he went along to help show how it would fit once it had been altered properly. Nino examined his reflection critically, trying to decide if it was the right balance of classy and sexy. He had trouble being sexy, if he was totally honest with himself.
"That's... really nice," Sho said, quietly impressed.
"I look good?" Nino asked.
"You look great," Sho told him. "Now everyone at work really will think I'm sleeping with you."
"Don't they already?" Nino said, recalling more than one comment hissed under breath. He had worried about it at the time; surely his repeated presence could only harm Sho's reputation. But Sho had laughed his concerns off.
"My boss just got remarried to a woman 35 years his junior," he explained. "He's in no place to judge."
Nino felt classy in the suit. He was sure it was the most expensive piece of clothing he would ever own, and as he looked himself up and down in the mirror, he knew it would be worth every penny. He looked good. Ohno was in for a shock.
"Thanks for this," he told Sho as the credit card was being swiped. Sho smiled.
"Anything to help an underprivileged child in need," he joked. "You can pick it up the day after tomorrow." Nino dropped a chaste kiss on Sho's cheek when the tailor's back was turned.
"That's my Sugar Daddy," he beamed. Sho patted him on the head.
"Maybe as a thank you, you could not tell me about banging your boyfriend in graphic, unnecessary detail," he suggested hopefully. Nino pouted at him.
"You would deny me one of the few joys I have in life?"
"Yes," Sho said. "Please."
"I'll think about it," Nino said. His hand squeezed Sho's ass, just to remind him who was really in charge in this relationship. Sho sighed and wondered why he even tried.
[Author] honooko
[Rating] PG
[Notes] Playback universe. Sho+Nino BFFs.
Nino called Sho in a full-on panic.
"I need to look well-dressed, but also super hot. Satoshi is taking me to some important art thing and I want him to spend all night fighting the urge to tear my clothes off and ravish me," he explained.
"So you want me to lend you some sexy formal wear?" Sho confirmed.
"Yes," Nino said, relieved he understood.
"Forget it," Sho said. "My jackets are tailored, they won't fit you. We'll just have to buy you your own."
"Suits are well out of my price range," Nino reminded him.
"Then I'll buy it. You can wear it to my events too, so it's a good investment."
They went to Sho's favorite place. His father and grandfather had both shopped here (and continued to); it was owned and managed by a rickety, ancient Italian tailor. He was small and bent, but his hands were steady and he had a warm crackling laugh that sounded like a fireplace.
"I've never met a young man who needs shoulder fitting more than you," he told Nino. "You have the same width as my wife on our wedding day."
"I want to look like James Bond," Nino told him firmly.
"Don't we all," he replied smoothly. "But I think we should aim for a more Asian role model."
"Rain?" Nino asked hopefully, flexing one skinny arm.
"How about a smaller Sakurai-kun?" the tailor suggested.
"I guess that'll do," Nino said, disappointed.
"Hey," Sho said, looking hurt.
"You're pretty hot," Nino assured him, "in a responsible 'I'll double-bag it' kind of way."
"I'm not sure how to take that," Sho said as the tailor crackled merrily beside him.
"It means if you knocked someone up, you'd do the right, gentlemanly thing and raise the accident properly," Nino informed him.
"Must you refer to babies as 'accidents'?" Sho asked. He sounded quite pained; this was a discussion they'd had before. Unsuccessfully.
"Why not?" Nino said. "That's what my grandmother called me, and I turned out fine."
"Not all babies are accidents," Sho pointed out.
"Aren't they?" Nino commented. "Being an accident isn't automatically a bad thing. My mom said I'm the greatest mistake she's ever made."
"Your mother is not entirely sane," Sho said. Nino shrugged, unconcerned.
"Excuse me," the tailor interrupted, snapping his measuring tape. "I'll be measuring your gentleman's business now." He stated this mere nanoseconds before the tape was held between Nino's legs.
"Do I have the most impressive inseam you're ever seen?" Nino asked.
"Absolutely," the tailor assured him, "as I tell everyone who asks." Nino laughed; he liked this old man. He managed to be in good spirits despite groping uptight, picky businessmen and politicians all day. Or maybe that was why he was in such good spirits.
"I think a soft grey would be best," the tailor advised. "Black will be too harsh and firm for our purposes."
"Agreed," said Sho, "but he needs to be a little flashy too."
The tailor rummaged through his racks and pulled out a suit in a soft, heather grey with a slight metallic sheen to it. He helped Nino put on the jacket, pinching at seams speculatively. He pinned as he went along to help show how it would fit once it had been altered properly. Nino examined his reflection critically, trying to decide if it was the right balance of classy and sexy. He had trouble being sexy, if he was totally honest with himself.
"That's... really nice," Sho said, quietly impressed.
"I look good?" Nino asked.
"You look great," Sho told him. "Now everyone at work really will think I'm sleeping with you."
"Don't they already?" Nino said, recalling more than one comment hissed under breath. He had worried about it at the time; surely his repeated presence could only harm Sho's reputation. But Sho had laughed his concerns off.
"My boss just got remarried to a woman 35 years his junior," he explained. "He's in no place to judge."
Nino felt classy in the suit. He was sure it was the most expensive piece of clothing he would ever own, and as he looked himself up and down in the mirror, he knew it would be worth every penny. He looked good. Ohno was in for a shock.
"Thanks for this," he told Sho as the credit card was being swiped. Sho smiled.
"Anything to help an underprivileged child in need," he joked. "You can pick it up the day after tomorrow." Nino dropped a chaste kiss on Sho's cheek when the tailor's back was turned.
"That's my Sugar Daddy," he beamed. Sho patted him on the head.
"Maybe as a thank you, you could not tell me about banging your boyfriend in graphic, unnecessary detail," he suggested hopefully. Nino pouted at him.
"You would deny me one of the few joys I have in life?"
"Yes," Sho said. "Please."
"I'll think about it," Nino said. His hand squeezed Sho's ass, just to remind him who was really in charge in this relationship. Sho sighed and wondered why he even tried.