[Chaotic Butterfly] On the Sidelines, PG-13
Title: On the Sidelines
Fandom: Chaotic Butterfly
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: groping
Length: 412
Disclaimer: Characters are loaned out to me by mousapelli. She's nice enough to let me play with them. <3
Author's Notes: Just a random drabble as I stare at the other fics I am working on.
The heat of the lighting always made Seiji warm. Even if he was wearing a thin, satin shirt that was nearly unbuttoned except for one and a light jacket over it, bright patches and colorful buttons sewed all over it, paired with jeans with more holes than denim.
Seiji didn't care about the lights nor the screaming of the fans watching Ichi-Band Weekly. Not when he was performing. It was a thrill that he was addicted to. The rush of adrenaline that made him slightly hard and a bit horny as he danced across the stage, moving his hips seductively. The younger members danced around him, moving their hips in poor imitation of his.
He slid a hand up through his hair, eyes half slitted as he held a high note, hips snapping forward before he let it go. The final pose with the junior members had everyone clapping out of their seats and Kurota's voice cheering in his ear through the tiny earpiece.
He waved as they exited the stage, high-fiving all the dancers once out of sight. He made way to Kurota, who held out a bottle of water for him to guzzle. Seiji took several sips, half listening to Kurota's praise of an excellent performance. He set his bottle down somewhere on the table and tugged Kurota's hand towards an inconspicuous costume rack, pushing him against the wall behind it.
Seiji licked his lips slowly, eyes focused on Kurota's before kissing him hotly, his hips grinding into Kurota's responding ones. They ground against each other for moments, hearing nothing but Kurota's soft hums and Seiji's growls for more.
A loud call for Kurota brought them back to reality, breaking apart slowly, almost unwillingly. Seiji pouted but eased back slightly, wanting nothing more but to take Kurota to bed.
Kurota smiled ruefully before switching their positions around, kissing Seiji hard and fast until he was limp against the wall. "Keep that thought for a while." He whispered against Seiji, hand palming Seiji's cock before winking, whistling slightly as he made his way to the Assistant Director to handle the next problem.
Seiji released his breath in a whooosh, trying to calm himself a bit before heading into the fray of loud, rambunctious boys in the practice room. One of these days, Akai Ito would have time to themselves during a taping. But until they handed the reins off, these small encounters were almost enough to whet Seiji's appetite for more.
Fandom: Chaotic Butterfly
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: groping
Length: 412
Disclaimer: Characters are loaned out to me by mousapelli. She's nice enough to let me play with them. <3
Author's Notes: Just a random drabble as I stare at the other fics I am working on.
The heat of the lighting always made Seiji warm. Even if he was wearing a thin, satin shirt that was nearly unbuttoned except for one and a light jacket over it, bright patches and colorful buttons sewed all over it, paired with jeans with more holes than denim.
Seiji didn't care about the lights nor the screaming of the fans watching Ichi-Band Weekly. Not when he was performing. It was a thrill that he was addicted to. The rush of adrenaline that made him slightly hard and a bit horny as he danced across the stage, moving his hips seductively. The younger members danced around him, moving their hips in poor imitation of his.
He slid a hand up through his hair, eyes half slitted as he held a high note, hips snapping forward before he let it go. The final pose with the junior members had everyone clapping out of their seats and Kurota's voice cheering in his ear through the tiny earpiece.
He waved as they exited the stage, high-fiving all the dancers once out of sight. He made way to Kurota, who held out a bottle of water for him to guzzle. Seiji took several sips, half listening to Kurota's praise of an excellent performance. He set his bottle down somewhere on the table and tugged Kurota's hand towards an inconspicuous costume rack, pushing him against the wall behind it.
Seiji licked his lips slowly, eyes focused on Kurota's before kissing him hotly, his hips grinding into Kurota's responding ones. They ground against each other for moments, hearing nothing but Kurota's soft hums and Seiji's growls for more.
A loud call for Kurota brought them back to reality, breaking apart slowly, almost unwillingly. Seiji pouted but eased back slightly, wanting nothing more but to take Kurota to bed.
Kurota smiled ruefully before switching their positions around, kissing Seiji hard and fast until he was limp against the wall. "Keep that thought for a while." He whispered against Seiji, hand palming Seiji's cock before winking, whistling slightly as he made his way to the Assistant Director to handle the next problem.
Seiji released his breath in a whooosh, trying to calm himself a bit before heading into the fray of loud, rambunctious boys in the practice room. One of these days, Akai Ito would have time to themselves during a taping. But until they handed the reins off, these small encounters were almost enough to whet Seiji's appetite for more.