Distractions - Tora/Hiroto [oneshot]
Title: Distractions
Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: a little crack, fluff
Comment: Tora wanted to do lives, not spend tedious hours practicing the same songs over and over, waiting for the actual date to come.
Distractions
They were in the studio having one of their most unproductive rehearsals of the week. Or rather, Alice Nine wasn't working at the hard, nonstop pace they'd been practicing with just the day before. Vigorous and unrelenting. Shou had stopped singing and was sitting off to the side on the floor, leaning idly against the studio's large wall-length mirrors. That was pretty understandable though. He needed to work his vocal cords, not overstrain them to the point he lost his voice completely.
He wasn't alone however.
Cozied up next to the tall vocalist, Hiroto sat with his legs splayed, leaning on Shou's shoulder. He had his iPhone out, tapping through all the glammed up photos he'd taken of himself during an individual shoot earlier that week.
"It was a nice jacket," Hiroto murmured softly, pointing at the denim outfit he'd been given to wear and giggling when he flipped to the next picture of himself half-naked. Shou snorted at that, making the younger's head jostle on his shoulder. It amused Hiroto to take those sorts of pictures, though he usually never really let anyone see them. He didn't want people thinking he was vain or something like that - he was just proud of his muscle tone - but Shou understood.
"Take a picture with me," he suddenly demanded, holding up his phone and snapping the shot even as he asked. He could post it later on his blog or something, email it to his parents. Shou made a surprised sound however, protesting and calling for a redo with his own phone when Tora shuffled over to see what all the fuss was about.
"What are you doing?" he grumbled out halfheartedly. Really, the older guitarist was in as much need of a distraction as the rest of them. Tora wanted to do lives, not spend tedious hours practicing the same songs over and over, waiting for the actual date to come.
"Nothing," Shou explained, pulling a wide-eyed Hiroto closer and smiling prettily for his camera phone. This time he thankfully wasn't the stupid looking one, though Hiroto had a rather guilty expression on his face. Somewhat like a scared puppy who'd been caught rummaging through the trash bin again.
"Doesn't look like nothing," Tora remarked skeptically. Hiroto was pretty terrible at making things look like nothing. Like the time they'd tried to surprise Tora on his birthday. "Um… This is… my neighbor's cake! I'm holding it for her!" Or the time Shou had walked in on him slipping his hands down the front of Tora's pants. "H-He said there was an itch! I was just… I was just helping him!"
Hiroto really just wasn’t that great of a liar.
Eyebrow arching up expectantly, Tora dragged a hand up the neck of his guitar and waited for a real reply. None came however, and he was forced to look away lest his soul be sucked dry by the matching pair of doe eyes.
"Whatever," he muttered grudgingly, turning around to tromp a couple steps over to where Saga and Nao were practicing their rhythm’s solo. "You two better be ready by the time opening night comes around, that's all I'm going to say."
The scowl on Tora’s face wasn't anything serious though, just irritation over the fact that Hiroto was goofing off without him. He knew more than anyone else how dedicated Shou and Hiroto were to the band; they'd straighten everything out in their own time. With that in mind, he made a point of keeping his back turned to whatever pointlessness the pair was up to, concentrating instead on strumming his most complicated melody as fast as possible, right in front Nao's drum set. It was a pretty good idea too. At least until his fingers tripped over themselves on a series of fast paced chords and his guitar let off a gargled jumble of twangs.
Cringing, shoulders slightly hunched in an unhealthy habit of his, Tora plucked a couple of strings at random, trying to play off his stumble with a simpler tune. Secretly he was glad for the close proximity of Nao and his drums, Saga and his bass; both of them covered his failed lightning-fast solo quite well - or so he thought. Behind him soft laughter sounded, reaching his ears and flushing his cheeks pink. Tora was well acquainted teasing, especially the sort he'd had to endure when he was little. But now, a grown man, he'd thought for sure Hiroto of all people wouldn't laugh. They played the same instrument after all, shared the same bed and sorts of mistakes.
Looking up through his dark screen of long fringe, Tora chanced a sidelong glance over his shoulder, lip piercing protruding with an almost pout on his face.
"Shou! What-"
Metal and plastic clicked and clattered against the hard wood floor as fingers scrambled amongst a tangle of failing limbs and booted feet.
"Shou! Give it back!" Hiroto wailed, head somehow caught in the crook of the other's elbow as his feet kicked and struggled for leverage, slipping and accidentally sending Shou's phone skidding all the way to a stop at Tora's feet.
Smirking, the vocalist simply stood up fast, leaving the younger man to fall on his face while he pranced over with Hiroto's sparkly phone in hand, coming to a halt where Tora stood staring dubiously at Shou's mobile screen.
"Don't show him!" Hiroto whined, flopping onto his belly and banging his feet in defeat.
"Show me what?" Tora asked, "This? Why is there a picture of my ass on your phone?"
"Hiroto was staring at it the whole time," Shou laughed, plucking the offending mobile out of Tora's hands and tapping a few buttons. "I told him to just take a picture and keep it with him on the go, but he wouldn't listen so I did it for him. There. Sent." He tapped a couple more keys.
"I was not staring at his ass! I was looking at the- Our logo! It's- It's on his pocket!!" Hiroto was full out pouting now, howling and having to stop and point emphatically at Tora's jeans each time a new smirk planted itself across first Shou's, then Saga's, then Nao's and finally Tora's face.
"Aaaand," Shou sing-songed, "He didn't want me to show you this."
Hiroto started sputtering and scrambling like a cat fresh out of water then. "Shou!!!" But it was too late.
Both of Tora's brows shot up as he took in the sight of the younger man, half-naked in front of a dressing room mirror with sultry made-up eyes, one hand slipping provocatively past the brim of his boxers, belt and jeans, while the other held up his phone.
"And when was this?" Tora purred, head cocking to the right, confidence back and embarrassment gone now that he knew he hadn't been the source of their teasing laughter. Hiroto however, was wilting bright pink under his gaze. It was silly really - Tora had seen him countless times in far less clothing - but somehow it was more mortifying to have the older man see him dressed up like this in some sort of pretense, masquerading someone he usually wasn't. He'd rather be butt-naked on his knees and between the sheets than have Tora see this picture.
"A couple days ago," Hiroto grouched, "Now can I please have my phone back?" He got up and held his hand out accordingly, glaring at Shou the whole time.
"What?! I was right! You should have sent it. Tora likes it."
Luckily for Shou, Hiroto's snarky comeback was cut off by a pair of pierced lips and strong hands tugging him forward into a tender kiss that had his mind numbing and stomach fluttering.
"That was for perving on my ass," Tora rumbled out through a smile, letting the smaller man go but not before stealing another quick peck. "And that was for being too cute." He snorted lovingly at the thunderstruck look on a blushing face.
Hiroto couldn't quite remember what he'd been so agitated about. A fuzzy daze had settled over his mind, grinning faces turning back to their instruments and mic as he blinked dumbly. He only registered his phone's return when it buzzed in his palm with a new message.
New blog post by Shou.
"What?"
He clicked and scrolled down.
"Wha- Shou! What- I thought you said Tora's ass was for me!"
Tora's fine looking backside, courtesy of Shou's blog
Uh-huh. You know you want to click that and stare at it for a long long while.
A/N:
Ohohohohoho~ As I continue to procrastinate even more.
I don't even check my f-list *lazy* D8
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Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: a little crack, fluff
Comment: Tora wanted to do lives, not spend tedious hours practicing the same songs over and over, waiting for the actual date to come.
Distractions
They were in the studio having one of their most unproductive rehearsals of the week. Or rather, Alice Nine wasn't working at the hard, nonstop pace they'd been practicing with just the day before. Vigorous and unrelenting. Shou had stopped singing and was sitting off to the side on the floor, leaning idly against the studio's large wall-length mirrors. That was pretty understandable though. He needed to work his vocal cords, not overstrain them to the point he lost his voice completely.
He wasn't alone however.
Cozied up next to the tall vocalist, Hiroto sat with his legs splayed, leaning on Shou's shoulder. He had his iPhone out, tapping through all the glammed up photos he'd taken of himself during an individual shoot earlier that week.
"It was a nice jacket," Hiroto murmured softly, pointing at the denim outfit he'd been given to wear and giggling when he flipped to the next picture of himself half-naked. Shou snorted at that, making the younger's head jostle on his shoulder. It amused Hiroto to take those sorts of pictures, though he usually never really let anyone see them. He didn't want people thinking he was vain or something like that - he was just proud of his muscle tone - but Shou understood.
"Take a picture with me," he suddenly demanded, holding up his phone and snapping the shot even as he asked. He could post it later on his blog or something, email it to his parents. Shou made a surprised sound however, protesting and calling for a redo with his own phone when Tora shuffled over to see what all the fuss was about.
"What are you doing?" he grumbled out halfheartedly. Really, the older guitarist was in as much need of a distraction as the rest of them. Tora wanted to do lives, not spend tedious hours practicing the same songs over and over, waiting for the actual date to come.
"Nothing," Shou explained, pulling a wide-eyed Hiroto closer and smiling prettily for his camera phone. This time he thankfully wasn't the stupid looking one, though Hiroto had a rather guilty expression on his face. Somewhat like a scared puppy who'd been caught rummaging through the trash bin again.
"Doesn't look like nothing," Tora remarked skeptically. Hiroto was pretty terrible at making things look like nothing. Like the time they'd tried to surprise Tora on his birthday. "Um… This is… my neighbor's cake! I'm holding it for her!" Or the time Shou had walked in on him slipping his hands down the front of Tora's pants. "H-He said there was an itch! I was just… I was just helping him!"
Hiroto really just wasn’t that great of a liar.
Eyebrow arching up expectantly, Tora dragged a hand up the neck of his guitar and waited for a real reply. None came however, and he was forced to look away lest his soul be sucked dry by the matching pair of doe eyes.
"Whatever," he muttered grudgingly, turning around to tromp a couple steps over to where Saga and Nao were practicing their rhythm’s solo. "You two better be ready by the time opening night comes around, that's all I'm going to say."
The scowl on Tora’s face wasn't anything serious though, just irritation over the fact that Hiroto was goofing off without him. He knew more than anyone else how dedicated Shou and Hiroto were to the band; they'd straighten everything out in their own time. With that in mind, he made a point of keeping his back turned to whatever pointlessness the pair was up to, concentrating instead on strumming his most complicated melody as fast as possible, right in front Nao's drum set. It was a pretty good idea too. At least until his fingers tripped over themselves on a series of fast paced chords and his guitar let off a gargled jumble of twangs.
Cringing, shoulders slightly hunched in an unhealthy habit of his, Tora plucked a couple of strings at random, trying to play off his stumble with a simpler tune. Secretly he was glad for the close proximity of Nao and his drums, Saga and his bass; both of them covered his failed lightning-fast solo quite well - or so he thought. Behind him soft laughter sounded, reaching his ears and flushing his cheeks pink. Tora was well acquainted teasing, especially the sort he'd had to endure when he was little. But now, a grown man, he'd thought for sure Hiroto of all people wouldn't laugh. They played the same instrument after all, shared the same bed and sorts of mistakes.
Looking up through his dark screen of long fringe, Tora chanced a sidelong glance over his shoulder, lip piercing protruding with an almost pout on his face.
"Shou! What-"
Metal and plastic clicked and clattered against the hard wood floor as fingers scrambled amongst a tangle of failing limbs and booted feet.
"Shou! Give it back!" Hiroto wailed, head somehow caught in the crook of the other's elbow as his feet kicked and struggled for leverage, slipping and accidentally sending Shou's phone skidding all the way to a stop at Tora's feet.
Smirking, the vocalist simply stood up fast, leaving the younger man to fall on his face while he pranced over with Hiroto's sparkly phone in hand, coming to a halt where Tora stood staring dubiously at Shou's mobile screen.
"Don't show him!" Hiroto whined, flopping onto his belly and banging his feet in defeat.
"Show me what?" Tora asked, "This? Why is there a picture of my ass on your phone?"
"Hiroto was staring at it the whole time," Shou laughed, plucking the offending mobile out of Tora's hands and tapping a few buttons. "I told him to just take a picture and keep it with him on the go, but he wouldn't listen so I did it for him. There. Sent." He tapped a couple more keys.
"I was not staring at his ass! I was looking at the- Our logo! It's- It's on his pocket!!" Hiroto was full out pouting now, howling and having to stop and point emphatically at Tora's jeans each time a new smirk planted itself across first Shou's, then Saga's, then Nao's and finally Tora's face.
"Aaaand," Shou sing-songed, "He didn't want me to show you this."
Hiroto started sputtering and scrambling like a cat fresh out of water then. "Shou!!!" But it was too late.
Both of Tora's brows shot up as he took in the sight of the younger man, half-naked in front of a dressing room mirror with sultry made-up eyes, one hand slipping provocatively past the brim of his boxers, belt and jeans, while the other held up his phone.
"And when was this?" Tora purred, head cocking to the right, confidence back and embarrassment gone now that he knew he hadn't been the source of their teasing laughter. Hiroto however, was wilting bright pink under his gaze. It was silly really - Tora had seen him countless times in far less clothing - but somehow it was more mortifying to have the older man see him dressed up like this in some sort of pretense, masquerading someone he usually wasn't. He'd rather be butt-naked on his knees and between the sheets than have Tora see this picture.
"A couple days ago," Hiroto grouched, "Now can I please have my phone back?" He got up and held his hand out accordingly, glaring at Shou the whole time.
"What?! I was right! You should have sent it. Tora likes it."
Luckily for Shou, Hiroto's snarky comeback was cut off by a pair of pierced lips and strong hands tugging him forward into a tender kiss that had his mind numbing and stomach fluttering.
"That was for perving on my ass," Tora rumbled out through a smile, letting the smaller man go but not before stealing another quick peck. "And that was for being too cute." He snorted lovingly at the thunderstruck look on a blushing face.
Hiroto couldn't quite remember what he'd been so agitated about. A fuzzy daze had settled over his mind, grinning faces turning back to their instruments and mic as he blinked dumbly. He only registered his phone's return when it buzzed in his palm with a new message.
New blog post by Shou.
"What?"
He clicked and scrolled down.
"Wha- Shou! What- I thought you said Tora's ass was for me!"
Tora's fine looking backside, courtesy of Shou's blog
Uh-huh. You know you want to click that and stare at it for a long long while.
A/N:
Ohohohohoho~ As I continue to procrastinate even more.
I don't even check my f-list *lazy* D8
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