romansu [arashi rps]
This was written for the Arashi Debut Anniversary Anonymeme last weekend. I meant to fill a few more prompts, but I lost motivation quickly. Still, I wrote my first fics for this fandom in an anonymeme, and it felt like a good time to try again.
Romansu
Aiba/Sho | 嵐 RPS | PG-13 | ~1000 words
Originally posted here
There are rose petals on the bed. To be precise, there are exactly three red rose petals on the bed, strewn about somewhat carelessly, one half-scrunched under a rumpled pillow.
Sho is staring at the offending flower petals, trying to figure out exactly what all this means, when a very wet, drippy Aiba comes out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind him.
"Oh hey, you're home early," Aiba says, rubbing at his hair with a towel. "I thought you were going out with the Zero staff for drinks."
Sho shakes his head, peeling off his jacket. "I'm feeling a bit sick. Thought it might be better to rest. Nino and I are leaving for that location shoot at six in the morning."
"Oh yeah? I forgot about that." Aiba perches on the bed, still toweling off his hair. "Ahh, this feels great. You should take a shower, you know. It's still warm in there, and I didn't clean it yet."
"Okay," Sho says, wondering if he should ask about the rose petals. Aiba stretches up from the bed, and starts stripping Sho of his clothes.
"You're a bit slow tonight, Sho-chan," Aiba teases, as he clicks open Sho's belt. He palms Sho's forehead with his other hand. "You are a bit warm. Come on, go shower - I'll go make you some tea."
"I'm fine," Sho protests, but Aiba yanks down his jeans and shoves him meaningfully in the direction of the bathroom. Sho tries to unhook his jeans from around his ankles. His head pounds while he bends down, the room swimming a little. Definitely not great. He straightens up to watch an entirely naked Aiba strolling out of the bedroom door towards the kitchecn.
"Hey - would you put a robe on or something?"
Aiba pokes his head back around the bedroom doorpost. "Why? It's not like there's anyone else here."
Sho tries to fill the gaps of that logic in his head. "You might burn yourself," he says lamely.
Aiba laughs. "I'll wear an apron," he says teasingly. "Go shower, Sho-san. I'll be waiting for you."
The bathroom is warm and damp, the bathroom mirror still foggy. Sho wipes a hand over the surface to check his reflection. He looks tired, but normal. He feels like there's tornado clawing through his throat and a typhoon slamming violent waves in his head, but with a good sleep, he can go on air tomorrow and not worry about looking as bad as he feels.
His mind drifts back to the rose petals while he turns on the shower. He wets his hair, rubbing his fingers through the wet strands. Why would Aiba put rose petals on their bed? And why only three? Was it it a joke, or was he seriously trying to initiate sex?
Now that he thought about it - Sho reached for the soap - they hadn't really done it in awhile. Sure, there has been a rushed fumble in that closet at Jun's movie premiere, and Aiba had given him a blow job last week in their dressing room's bathroom. But those had been quick, stolen moments. If Sho thought about it properly, he couldn't really remember the last time they had been able to relax and really be together.
Aiba is reading in bed when Sho leaves the bathroom. He's put on his favourite, soft grey sweatpants, and there are two mugs sitting on the table beside the bed, steam curling into the air. But there's something missing.
"The flowers," Sho blurts out, and Aiba looks up from his book, confused. "There were flowers petals on the bed when I came home earlier."
"Oh, those!" Aiba puts down his book. "Yeah, I know. I had a shoot for a magazine, and they used them. I thought I had picked them all out of the hair afterwards, but I keep finding them around the apartment. Some must have fallen out of my clothes, or something."
"Oh," Sho says. "I thought - you were trying to be romantic, or something."
Aiba laughs. "Gross. Would that actually turn you on?"
"Definitely not," Sho says. "But," he pauses, sitting on the bed in front of Aiba, "Do you think it's been awhile?"
He probably deserved Aiba laughing in his face, but that doesn't mean his pride isn't hurt. "Never mind," he grumbles, scooting over to the other side of the bed and getting under the covers.
"No, Sho-chan, listen," Aiba wheezes. "I'm sorry, it's just - that was like some married couple's bed death therapy talk."
"I know that," Sho says into his pillow. "But someone has to say it."
"We're not married," Aibs says. Sho feels the bed shift, and Aiba's fingers start stroking his hair. "I'm here because I want to be. I want you. We can fuck whenever we want, we can do whatever we want. If we haven't done anything in awhile, well - we've been busy."
Sho lifts his head out of his pillow. "Sometimes, when we have the time, though..."
"That would be nice, too," Aiba says. He slips under the covers, spooning up against Sho. "It has been awhile, I guess. It doesn't always have to be rushed."
Sho's head is still pounding, but he feels clean, warm, and comfortable. "Do you want to?"
"Now?" Aiba says. "I don't know - do you? You're the one who's got to chase Nino around a mountain in the morning."
"Just for a bit?" Sho shifts so that he's facing Aiba. "We can take it slow."
Aiba smiles, his hands sneaking into the waistband of Sho's boxers. "I think we can try."
Romansu
Aiba/Sho | 嵐 RPS | PG-13 | ~1000 words
Originally posted here
There are rose petals on the bed. To be precise, there are exactly three red rose petals on the bed, strewn about somewhat carelessly, one half-scrunched under a rumpled pillow.
Sho is staring at the offending flower petals, trying to figure out exactly what all this means, when a very wet, drippy Aiba comes out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind him.
"Oh hey, you're home early," Aiba says, rubbing at his hair with a towel. "I thought you were going out with the Zero staff for drinks."
Sho shakes his head, peeling off his jacket. "I'm feeling a bit sick. Thought it might be better to rest. Nino and I are leaving for that location shoot at six in the morning."
"Oh yeah? I forgot about that." Aiba perches on the bed, still toweling off his hair. "Ahh, this feels great. You should take a shower, you know. It's still warm in there, and I didn't clean it yet."
"Okay," Sho says, wondering if he should ask about the rose petals. Aiba stretches up from the bed, and starts stripping Sho of his clothes.
"You're a bit slow tonight, Sho-chan," Aiba teases, as he clicks open Sho's belt. He palms Sho's forehead with his other hand. "You are a bit warm. Come on, go shower - I'll go make you some tea."
"I'm fine," Sho protests, but Aiba yanks down his jeans and shoves him meaningfully in the direction of the bathroom. Sho tries to unhook his jeans from around his ankles. His head pounds while he bends down, the room swimming a little. Definitely not great. He straightens up to watch an entirely naked Aiba strolling out of the bedroom door towards the kitchecn.
"Hey - would you put a robe on or something?"
Aiba pokes his head back around the bedroom doorpost. "Why? It's not like there's anyone else here."
Sho tries to fill the gaps of that logic in his head. "You might burn yourself," he says lamely.
Aiba laughs. "I'll wear an apron," he says teasingly. "Go shower, Sho-san. I'll be waiting for you."
The bathroom is warm and damp, the bathroom mirror still foggy. Sho wipes a hand over the surface to check his reflection. He looks tired, but normal. He feels like there's tornado clawing through his throat and a typhoon slamming violent waves in his head, but with a good sleep, he can go on air tomorrow and not worry about looking as bad as he feels.
His mind drifts back to the rose petals while he turns on the shower. He wets his hair, rubbing his fingers through the wet strands. Why would Aiba put rose petals on their bed? And why only three? Was it it a joke, or was he seriously trying to initiate sex?
Now that he thought about it - Sho reached for the soap - they hadn't really done it in awhile. Sure, there has been a rushed fumble in that closet at Jun's movie premiere, and Aiba had given him a blow job last week in their dressing room's bathroom. But those had been quick, stolen moments. If Sho thought about it properly, he couldn't really remember the last time they had been able to relax and really be together.
Aiba is reading in bed when Sho leaves the bathroom. He's put on his favourite, soft grey sweatpants, and there are two mugs sitting on the table beside the bed, steam curling into the air. But there's something missing.
"The flowers," Sho blurts out, and Aiba looks up from his book, confused. "There were flowers petals on the bed when I came home earlier."
"Oh, those!" Aiba puts down his book. "Yeah, I know. I had a shoot for a magazine, and they used them. I thought I had picked them all out of the hair afterwards, but I keep finding them around the apartment. Some must have fallen out of my clothes, or something."
"Oh," Sho says. "I thought - you were trying to be romantic, or something."
Aiba laughs. "Gross. Would that actually turn you on?"
"Definitely not," Sho says. "But," he pauses, sitting on the bed in front of Aiba, "Do you think it's been awhile?"
He probably deserved Aiba laughing in his face, but that doesn't mean his pride isn't hurt. "Never mind," he grumbles, scooting over to the other side of the bed and getting under the covers.
"No, Sho-chan, listen," Aiba wheezes. "I'm sorry, it's just - that was like some married couple's bed death therapy talk."
"I know that," Sho says into his pillow. "But someone has to say it."
"We're not married," Aibs says. Sho feels the bed shift, and Aiba's fingers start stroking his hair. "I'm here because I want to be. I want you. We can fuck whenever we want, we can do whatever we want. If we haven't done anything in awhile, well - we've been busy."
Sho lifts his head out of his pillow. "Sometimes, when we have the time, though..."
"That would be nice, too," Aiba says. He slips under the covers, spooning up against Sho. "It has been awhile, I guess. It doesn't always have to be rushed."
Sho's head is still pounding, but he feels clean, warm, and comfortable. "Do you want to?"
"Now?" Aiba says. "I don't know - do you? You're the one who's got to chase Nino around a mountain in the morning."
"Just for a bit?" Sho shifts so that he's facing Aiba. "We can take it slow."
Aiba smiles, his hands sneaking into the waistband of Sho's boxers. "I think we can try."