[aimiya] Morning Woes
TITLE: Waking Up
PAIRING: Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari
RATING: PG-13 (sexual references)
LENGTH: 1750 words
SUMMARY: Aiba is clingy in the mornings.
A/N: Written for rainbowfilling. Prompt was “Pants Falling Down” :D ♥
The first time was purely out of reflex.
Aiba had felt Nino get up, but he wanted him to stay, so naturally he grabbed on to what was nearest to him. It just so happened that in his half drowsy state the thing his fingers hooked on to was the waistband of Nino's pajama bottoms. That time, Nino, also being just half awake, merely huffed and fell backwards into the sheets again, against Aiba's long body. He had let Aiba spoon him for a few moments, enjoying the feel of his lover's nose nuzzling his nape warmly. Feeling himself get drowsy again wrapped up in Aiba's gangly arms Nino's eyes flickered briefly to the alarm clock on their bedside table, where the red numbers blared the time to him. It was then he re-realized what he had gotten up to do in the first place. 7:00 am, time the special event in his online game started. He wriggled himself gently out of Aiba's grasp, being careful this time not to make any obvious movements that would cause him to be dragged back down again (as much as he loved cuddling with Aiba, he was also proud of his game achievements). Gently twisting, writhing his body out of Aiba's embrace and replacing his presence with the large stuffed bear he had received (somewhat reluctantly) from his boyfriend some dates ago, Nino finally got out of bed, and headed straight to his gaming PC.
*
The next time was somewhat unintentional.
Aiba, having felt Nino shift in the morning, had lifted half his self off the bed and managed to grasp on to two of Nino's short fingers, stopping the smaller man in his tracks.
"Hmm?" Nino had mumbled, turning his head to search for the cause of his hindrance, only to find a weakly pouting, sleep-hazed Aiba staring up at him with those beautifully hazel round eyes of his. He paused for a moment, staring quizzically back down at his lover, whose golden, smooth skin was more than a little bit exposed by the tussled state of their white bedsheets.
"Are you leaving me for your games again?" the taller man mumbled softly, barely loud enough for Nino to hear. Nino cringed a little, feeling Aiba's hand slightly caressing his own, questioning. Turning his body fully to face his lover, Nino leaned down and placed a reassuring, sweet kiss on Aiba's lips, nibbling gently on his lower lip before pulling away again.
"No, silly, I-" he started, then, a slight pinkness seeping into his ears, "I was going to make you breakfast..." he trailed off, casually averting the other man's gaze. He shifted his body backwards again, wanting to get off the bed and into the kitchen as soon as possible before he said anything else disgustingly sweet that would cause Aiba to tackle him down into a suffocating hug (as had happened in the past when he had accidentally gone over his sappiness quota).
He was half a meter away from stepping off the bed when Aiba grabbed at him again, the force this time enough to pull his entire body forwards, causing him to collapse quite literally on top of Aiba's torso. Aiba grunted at the impact, but quickly recovered, finding Nino's face quickly and cupping his jaw with this large hand. "Kazu..." he whispered, voice even raspier from sleepiness.
Nino looked up, feeling awkwardly sprawled across the bed and Aiba's body, where something solid was pressing against the side of his stomach. He hoped it was just Aiba's hipbone, or something normally made of bone.
"Stay here, Kazu," Aiba spoke again, entwining his fingers with one of Nino's hands, "I just want Kazu for breakfast," he finished, a suspicious twinkle in his awakened eyes.
Nino's eyes widened, feeling extraordinarily naked as he felt Aiba's eyes rake over him, despite having pajama bottoms and a button on shirt thrown loosely over his upper body. Realization of what was poking his stomach also dawned on him, and he quickly scrambled off Aiba's body. "N-no, Masaki," he stuttered, stomach filling with fluttering sensations as his mind exploded with sensory memories, "I was dessert already...you need real food!" he whined, swatting his boyfriend's overly clingy hands away as he backed off the bed yet again.
Aiba pouted deep as Nino's body receded, and he made one last effort to grab his lover. Unfortunately, Nino was already 90% off the bed and the only piece of Nino that Aiba could reach was the back of his pajama bottoms, and he did not hesitate to snatch at the elastic. The waistband stretched, and Nino was pulled yet again, the back of his legs bumping against their bed. In an instant the younger man had turned and was glaring at the person responsible. "Aiba Masaki, stop pulling my pants!" he yelled, "You are so buying me five new pairs," he warned before pulling away for good and stomping off to the kitchen.
Aiba blinked, watching Nino's slouched figure disappear through the doorway. He stared a while at the messed up bedsheets, then down to his own big problem. Angry Nino was kinda hot, he decided, replaying in his mind the younger man's high-pitched shriek as he said his full name and complained about his pants. It was then that somewhere, something at the back of Aiba's mind clicked. He shivered as he slipped a hand into his boxers, barely listening and not the slightest bit upset when Nino yelled from the kitchen that he wouldn't get Mabo Tofu for breakfast because some annoying person had kept him from waking up early enough to prepare it.
*
The time after that was definitely intentional.
Aiba creaked an eye open as he felt the bed depress, catching a bed-haired Nino mid-yawn. He watched the man check the time and straighten a few of the creases in his much too large shirt (it looked unmistakably like one of his own, that probably explained it) before lifting his arms into the air behind his back and completing a full body stretch. He looked like a cat, Aiba decided, especially with the disheveled state of his hair and the low purr-like sound which vibrated from his throat. Keeping still and under his veil of sleep, he watched as Nino finally began to maneuver his slight bottom off towards the edge of their bed. He waited patiently until Nino was at arm's distance, until his small body had lifted mere centimeters above their mattress. Then, with a mischievous grin on his lips, he acted.
Nino yelped in surprise as a sly finger hooked into his pajama pants again, the uneven edge of a fingernail digging slightly into his skin. He turned his head immediately to face his offender, but the finger had tugged hard, and his voice of complaint morphed into a cautious yell as he tumbled backwards onto the bed, dragged by the waistband of his pants.
"AIBA!" he snapped, quickly recovering his bearings after landing square on his butt. He slapped at the hand still hooked in his trousers, and then got up onto his knees to grab the nearest pillow and land it hard in Aiba's face.
The taller man let out a sound like he had been winded, but removed the pillow swiftly, tossing it to some unknown corner of their bedroom. Vision unobscured, he broke into a fit of crackly giggles. “Kazu, your pants...” he pointed out to the said man who was still on his knees, arms rested upon his hips with a deep look of disapproval on his face. Aiba just continued to giggle.
Nino knew very well what Aiba was laughing at. He could feel the loosened waistband of his pajama bottoms hanging slack against his skin, feel the way they were slipping down his slim hips, feel the way Aiba’s eyes were once again running across each newly exposed strip of skin. Nino also knew very well that his pants had been ruined on purpose. “You owe me pants, mister,” he said blankly, still unamused by the situation, “Five.”
Aiba was unaffected by Nino’s words, having already become immune to the younger man’s glares and taunts after years of being around him. He nodded in understanding, before sitting up and reaching forwards to pull Nino’s pajamas down entirely. To his surprise, Nino actually let him do so.
Left in only his boxers, Nino straddled his lover and pushed him back down into a lying position. Aiba happily obliged, letting the smaller man peck his lips once before watching him slither down his body, teasing his skin with his fingertips, lighting his fire. Nino’s fingers reached the waistband of Aiba’s pajama bottoms surprisingly quickly, and they wasted no time in hooking in and tugging downwards. Nino kept his eyes fixed on Aiba the entire time, watching the man’s eyes slowly glaze over, his lips slightly pursed as his pants slid lower and lower down his legs.
Aiba got impatient once his pants reached his ankles, and he wriggled his feet in an effort to help Nino rid him of his pants. Nino gladly completed the job, but instead of tossing the garment to the side and jumping back onto the bed (as Aiba had expected he would do), he slipped the bottoms onto his own hips and tightened the drawstrings before striding purposefully out of the bedroom. He left a distinct air of accomplishment hanging in the bedroom, and one could only guess how large a smirk had been on the younger’s face.
Aiba could only blink in disbelief as he was once again denied.
*
There was no next time.
“I like you better without pants,” Aiba had said. He never bought Nino those five pairs of pajama pants. He had bought him a new game instead, and Nino wasn’t one to say no to games, so the subject was dropped.
Nino didn’t particularly mind not having pajama pants, at least not when the weather was still warm. He had resorted to sleeping in his boyfriend’s shirts, specifically selecting those which were large on the other man so that they would drape over his own body all the more, at a length long enough to cover the waistband of his boxers, just in case.
*
A/N: Another fic off a whim (written a while ago actually, so I haven't really re-read it since...). It was fun though, this one! I hope you enjoyed :)