Erotic in Glasses
Oneshot: 2449
Rating: R, Nc-17 (its like...entirely porn...;__;)
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: Smut/porn with a touch of fluff
Summary: Once again Sho's schedule keeps him away from Aiba, but one day they come across each other in an unexpected place…
DC: I do not own Arashi. The character's personalities in this fic are of pure imagination, and any semblance with their real life counter parts is entirely accidental, not that any of us would know what these boys are ‘really’ like. This fic contains explicit adult contents centering around a pair of glasses that some may find undesirable, or even absurd. Reader beware.
AN: This fic can fit whereever you want in the timeline. So this was originally a drabble inspired by
laurachan2's Sakuraiba pic tales...but I think its a bit long to be a drabble. ^^; Again, nothing special...just a bit of porn...
Aiba often did many things Sho didn’t understand. Like starting up conversations with prank callers, or mixing ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, hot sauce, and soy sauce into a ’Mega’ condiment. After quite some time, these things no longer phased Sho, who sometimes even played along with Aiba’s quirks….often in an effort to avoid becoming a victim. Nevertheless, these strange things simply came to be expected.
However, Sho was not expecting, in this life time, or even in his next five, to find Aiba Masaki employed at Sho’s favorite library. In fact, Sho was so surprised that he blinked several times, and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing correctly.
It was indeed Aiba who was chatting animatedly with the female patron in front of Sho at the circulation desk.
But what really stunned Sho to the point of immobility, was not so much that Aiba had transformed into a librarian, but that he had actually dressed the part.
The taller man was wearing an argyle cardigan over a light blue dress shirt. Both which had been tucked neatly into a crisply ironed pair of brown trousers, held in place with a secure leather belt.
Sho didn’t know where Aiba would have obtained this cardigan that hugged Aiba’s abdomen so snuggly that it demarcated every curve of the slight idol’s body, but he’d like to find out.
And the pants, Sho couldn’t help but notice, gave a mesmerizing mirage of curvaceousness in both the front and the back of Aiba‘s waist, the depths of which, Sho really wanted to explore.
Neither of these held a candle however, to the cranberry horn-rimmed glasses that decorously dignified Aiba’s large and curious brown eyes. With one, albeit very long minute, Sho was fairly certain that glasses should be banned as licentiously indecent in public.
Those glasses were undoubtedly the most erotic thing Aiba had ever worn, and Aiba had worn many things in his time. In effect, Aiba’s entire look, was just asking to be ravished. Sho could feel his heart beating painfully in his throat, and in his pants, as he imagined the tousled hair, the cardigan and shirt pushed up to reveal the delicious tan flesh, belt undone and loose, along with the pant button…and the glasses, god the glasses, just barely on the tip of his nose…
“Sho-chan!” Squealed his fantasy. Wait…shouldn’t Aiba be moaning?
“Sho-chan!” Piped the voice again. Sho blinked, it was the real Aiba, calling him, the female patron having long since vanished. “I got a part-time job!”
“Yeah…I see that…” Sho managed, trying to recover. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise! Are you surprised?” Aiba bit his bottom lip, expectantly, shining eyes magnified by the glasses. Sho swallowed, fighting the urge to bite Aiba’s lip for him.
“Yeah, I never thought I’d ever see you in a library…why are you working here anyway?” Asked Sho mildly, though his current body temperature was anything but mild.
Aiba chewed on his bottom lip a bit longer, eyes darting from side to side before he leaned across the circulation desk with a whisper. “I thought we’d be able to spend more time together…I don’t get to see you much anymore, so this way I can see you without bothering you!”
It took Sho a very long time to hear these words, because when Aiba leaned forward, a most intoxicating waft of cologne made Sho’s eyelids flutter. “I-is that right?” Was all he could muster in response.
“Yep! You aren’t mad, are you?” Above the glasses, Aiba’s eyebrows knitted, apprehensively.
“No…I‘m not mad…” Sho‘s voice was little more then a strained whisper. ‘It’s happening again,’ Sho realized slowly, ‘my rationality is evaporating faster then…his glasses are slipping…I should help with that…wait, no! I don’t have time to be seduced again….damn, and he just pushed them up without me….’
“Oh, okay! So can I help you find anything?” Aiba asked brightly.
“Um……” Sho really couldn’t remember what he was doing in the library, as all thoughts of work had dissipated the instant he saw Aiba in glasses. “I’m….looking for…books…”
Aiba laughed, his Adam’s apple vibrating in such a teasing way that it was all Sho could do not to bite it. “Its good you came to the library then. We have lots of books.”
An idea suddenly sparked and Sho acted on it before the last of his logic and reasoning had a chance to put up a fight. “Actually…I need some help finding a certain book…could you help me look for it?”
“Okay! But…” Aiba leaned forward again, and Sho’s heart threatened to explode from his chest as Aiba’s eyes peaked above the glasses, concernedly. “I’m still new here so I don’t know if I can really help…”
“No, I think you can.” Sho reassured, in a strangled voice. His mind was already far in the future where he would take Aiba to the men’s bathroom, push him against the cool metal stall door and…
“Oh, really?” Aiba wasted no time in joining Sho on the other side of the circulation desk. “What’s the book about?” He asked, running his hand along the rows of towering shelves as he followed Sho happily.
“Thermal conductivity.” Invented Sho, as he guided them towards the bathrooms, markedly walking in front of Aiba to avoid the dangers and stresses that the rear view of Librarian Aiba would undoubtedly kindle. “But I just need to make a quick stop in the…” Sho froze mid-step, as the bathrooms came into view. “‘Closed for maintenance?’ Masaki, what happened to the bathroom?!” Cried Sho, rather desperately at the paper taped to the door.
“Oh, that.” Aiba looked guilty at his toes. “They….might have…flooded….but I didn‘t mean to flush that stapler…or those scissors….” To hide his embarrassment, Aiba whisked off the glasses and cleaned the lenses on his cardigan, where a few puckers had gathered. Sho swallowed painfully, wondering how on earth one man could make cleaning a pair of glasses more arousing then a lap dance.
Now that the bathrooms were no longer an option, Sho tried, he really did, to quell the fire in his stomach, and pants. Its not like he had time for this kind of thing anyway.
Sho sighed at the thought. He was really tired of never having time. It seemed like lately, whenever they did it, Sho never had time. Aiba was right about how rarely they saw each other these days. They hadn’t had a date in months, and the enjoyable events of physical bonding were much to few and far between. Aiba had even been so lonely as to seek out employment at the library on the off chance of running into Sho.
Sho watched Aiba’s profile from the corner of his eye, as the younger man returned, then readjusted the glasses on that divine, cherubic face.
It was high time Sho made time.
“Follow me.” Sho murmured, taking Aiba’s large hand and tugging him back along a secluded aisle. If Sho remembered correctly, this row would turn into an L shape, with a dead end at the very back of the library. A secluded dead end.
“S-sho, what are you doing?” Aiba awed at Sho’s hand, as he followed. They rarely touched in public, and holding hands off screen or stage was exceedingly rare.
Kissing had never happened outside of their apartments, a hotel, or a few dressing rooms.
Sex was unheard of….unless it was in a locked bathroom.
“Oh!” Giggled Aiba at the sudden epiphany. “Sho I’m sorry about the bathrooms…maybe we could sneak into the women’s-”
Aiba never got around to finishing his sentence, as they had reached the end of the narrow L-shaped aisle, and Sho pushed him urgently against the bookcase, locking lips, and swapping tongues. Sho reacquainted himself quickly with the marvelous features of Aiba’s mouth, tongues spiraling together and apart, racing along the teeth, swirling around the insides of the cheek.
Sho’s hands were anything but still. Aiba’s shirt and cardigan were tugged loose, and Sho snaked a hand behind Aiba, where it ran in laps up and down Aiba’s back. The other hand was tangled in Aiba’s hair, assisting the deep sea kissing.
Aiba too, wasn’t just sitting silent. Leaning against the bookshelf, he clasped his hands behind Sho’s head, and brought his thigh rather forcibly between Sho’s legs. This garnered a carnal groan from the older man, who had indeed been in trouble for quite some time. Aiba, noting the already stiff bulge, pressed his thigh harder against Sho, who had to break the kiss altogether to recover from the blow.
Eyes half-lidded in desire, Sho beheld the panting Siren beneath him, who’s hair was messed in every which way, shirt and cardigan more off then on, and pure lust mirrored behind the cranberry frames that had slipped seductively to the end of Aiba’s nose.
Sho leaned forward, hands now cupping Aiba‘s chin, kissing briefly on the mouth, then the nose, then across the cheek, and finally, Sho’s teeth closed around the frames, and with one quick jerk, removed the trigger of this whole shebang. Not that Sho was about to stop now.
As Sho folded the glasses, and set them on a row of books, Aiba arched up against him, this time with his waist, and proceeded to adapt a few mind blowing hula dancing techniques he had been saving incase they ever threw a luau. Sho could no longer keep his eyes open, and was struggling very hard to remain standing.
“Ma-masaki…” Sho bit into Aiba’s neck and moaned. “It’s….coming.”
“No! Not yet!” And the fantastic grinding came to an instant stop, much to Sho’s displeasure. “We’re not even naked!” And Aiba threw off the cardigan, and began work on the buttons of his dress shirt.
Sho caught Aiba’s frantic hands after a few buttons had been undone. Now that the glasses and cardigan were gone, Sho’s logic and common sense were making a very strong comeback. He suddenly realized they were in a very, very public place doing very, very private things. Nervously, Sho swallowed, looking frightfully down the aisle. “You can’t. We can’t…not in the library. People could see…”
“But…but what are you going to do with this?” Aiba grabbed Sho’s pant bound rebellion, and adapted some finger cymbal techniques he had learned through a belly dancing class, incase the luau didn’t work out. “You want to walk around like this? People will see that too!”
Sho had intended to continue protesting, but thanks to Aiba’s palming, Sho really didn’t care who saw what anymore. Besides…Aiba’s nipples were visible, as the light blue dress shirt had been undone…and they looked so inviting…so delicious….
“Mm-haaaa” Moaned Aiba, as Sho sucked the dark sensitive spot, with all the vigor of a starving baby at a mothers breast. Sho’s hands meanwhile, where unfastening Aiba’s belt, granting him easier access to Aiba’s own uprising.
“Oh no! I’m not wearing any lube today!” Aiba cried suddenly, as if in agony, pausing his talented massage in surprise. Sho couldn’t help but laugh.
“Masaki…do you mean you wear lube like cologne? Always applying it before you leave the house?”
“No! You know what I mean…I didn’t bring any…I must have forgot this morning.” Aiba pouted, as if someone had stolen his candy, before a grin broke through again. “Oh, I know!” And Aiba grabbed Sho’s free hand (the other was still in Aiba’s pants) and began licking them greedily. Though Sho was enjoying the sensation immensely, a thought poked the back of his mind. If…Aiba was always bringing lube, then…he must have been waiting all this time for Sho to visit the library.
“I’m sorry.” Sho whispered, hugging Aiba tightly.
“Lmmnn?” Sho’s fingers were still in Aiba’s mouth.
“I’m sorry…for taking so long. For always being busy…” Sho kissed Aiba’s cheek, tenderly.
Aiba removed Sho’s hand, grinning brighter then sunshine. “Its okay! This makes up for it!” Aiba grabbed his pants and was about to drop them, along with his boxers to the floor, when Sho stopped him yet again.
Sho didn’t want to rush, he didn’t want to do it in public, and he defiantly didn’t want to hurt Aiba by chancing with just a little spit. He wanted to take his time, and do things properly like they used to….falling asleep together after hours of amorous jousting, and waking up to Aiba’s warm embrace…and possibly more jousting before breakfast.
“We’ll do that tonight. The fun way.”
Aiba’s eyes grew wide, matching his smile as he giggled. “But its always fun!”
Sho kissed Aiba again, just as lovingly, but on the lips. “Well…lets just find a way to improve ourselves…but we do need to take care of a couple things before then…” And Sho resumed stroking Aiba in a memorized pattern of strokes, squeezes and twists, as Aiba too, continued his finger cymbal practice on Sho.
They came quickly and close together, each knowing the best way to rouse the other to fruition. Afterwards, Aiba slipped weak kneed to the floor, panting hard like race horse. Sho of course was quick to join Aiba, not quite ready to let him go. They kissed again, smiling, satisfied, and breathless.
Suddenly a woman‘s voice sounded over the intercom. “Would Aiba Masaki report to the circulation desk, please. Aiba Masaki, to the circulation desk.”
The couple froze, hearts pounding wildly, as reality crashed about their ears.
“I-I forgot I’m at work!” Aiba grabbed his head, stunned, before he looked down at his soiled trousers. “What should I do?!”
“Ah…sorry…um…here. Hide it until it dries, and stay behind the desk so no one will see the stain…” Pulling a large book from a shelf, Sho handed it to Aiba, who was wiping his sticky hands on the cardigan.
“Oh, okay!” Exchanging the cardigan for the book, Aiba stood, now trying to straighten his disheveled hair single-handedly. “I’ll…um….see you tonight then?” He asked, hopefully.
“Yes. I’ll be at your place with dinner by eight.” Sho affirmed with a nod. His maxed out schedule could wait for tomorrow.
“Yay! Yay!” With one final goodbye kiss, Aiba bounced down the aisle, with a new spring in his step, completely forgetting to cover the stains on the front of his pants.
With a sigh of many emotions, Sho bundled the discarded, and now dirty cardigan, and was about to leave the aisle himself, when something caught his eye.
The cranberry glasses were still folded on the book shelf, all but abandoned by their owner.
Without a second thought, Sho swept them into his pocket, to protect himself from ever falling under their spell again….but keeping them safe and sound,… just in case.