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title: 5 Things That Shirota Wished Never Happened When He Came To Visit ( And 1 He Did)
author: spurnd
rating: pg-13
pairing: ShiroAi
notes: Inspired by this post. For juudenkanryou, sino pa ba who else? Also, tell me if the title is grammatically correct. =)
Shirota comes to visit and what happens is this:
1) He falls asleep.
In the middle of the performance. This particular performance is Aiba-centric, or rather, Fuji-centric, but Shirota hasn't slept in a week (save, the three hours spent slouched on the director's chair on the set of Hana Kimi). He doesn't have any particular excuse for this, except that he's dead tired keeping up with the odd hours at work, but oddly enough Aiba doesn't say anything. Oddly enough, Aiba doesn't notice, (or pretends not to at least) even if Shirota slouches in the front row snoring loudly and leaning heavily against a regular member of the audience often seen with a camera. (Said regular member of the audience is forty and happens to be the CEO of a suspicious website.) What Aiba notices however is the ugly yellow stain on Shirota's white shirt. That, and the man next to him has his hand on his left thigh.
2)
The shirt is white, freshly crisped. The yellow stain is, well, yellow: bright and smelling strongly of mango. It sits in the middle of Shirota's shirt, an ugly (wet) spurt of color the size of a bowling ball. In his haste to make it to the show, he'd sprinted from the parking lot to the audience pit, dodging elbows and funny-smelling old people with questionable intentions. He'd made it safely to his seat just before the performance began - the lights being dimmed, the audience being shushed to silence - until the man next to him asked if Shirota had the time, and, forgetting that he had a styrofoam cup of fresh mango juice, Shirota twisted his wrist and checked his watch. Oh, he said and stared at his shirt. (Store brought, costing a month's worth of groceries enough to feed a family of six) Oh. The man next to him grins sheepishly and offers to help him take the stain off but his focus is rather off ( aimed at Shirota's crotch) Shirota stands and makes his way to the bathroom to wring out his shirt.
3) He is caught with his fly open.
Shirota thinks, by this time, that the fates are against him.
He doesn't see Aiba until three hours later after he runs to the store and buys himself a new (plaid) shirt. He gets a black wifebeater too, for several purposes he will never disclose. He leaves his plaid shirt unbuttoned all the way so that the black (form-fitting) wifebeater shows. The store clerk says there is a hint of nipple showing, and asks if Shirota is okay with that, but Shirota just shrugs and walks out of the store. Shirota knows Aiba likes men who are impeccably dressed. Meeting Aiba for the first time didn't turn out very well when he decided to wear a pair of hot-pink pants and a purple turtleneck (cashmere) Aiba had looked at him funny and stealthily crept away. Having brought an ensemble good enough to be on the a magazine cover, Shirota thinks he is well-dressed enough to warrant stares from the people he passes by. He smirks to himself, chest filled with pride, and he even buys flowers for Aiba on the way back.
"Shirota," Aiba blinks then looks down at Shirota's crotch.
Shirota blushes. "Oh Aiba-chan," he declares dramatically. "Don't stare at me like that (like you want to give me oral)!" For awhile, Aiba's face twists. "Um." he says, uncertain and pursing his lips in a thin line. "Not to be rude or anything but, your fly is open."
4) His (sexual) advances are thwarted.
After the show, Shirota takes Aiba out to eat. "It's my treat," he beams and Aiba giggles and leans subtly into his side. Shirota feels a little hot under the collar at their proximity. Aiba smells of sugar and Shirota leans down the same moment Aiba looks up at him, coy, under the fan of his eyelashes. This is a perfect moment to kiss, the proverbial story-book kiss, and Shirota is leaning leaning leaning -
"So, where are we going to eat?" Keisuke-kun pipes up happily next to them. He's such a nice person, so pleasant and he does Tezuka justice, but his timing is off, and Shirota grits his teeth and crosses his arms, put out. Keisuke-kun blinks. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" He blinks again and scratches his head.
"I hope you don't mind we brought him along," Aiba grins, and Shirota says, teeth gritted : "Sure, no problem."
5) Shirota is caught. Playing Footsie. With Aiba.
Or at least he assumes it's Aiba that's playing footsie with him.
"What's that foot doing on my crotch?" Keisuke-kun asks, and Aiba raises suspicious eyebrows at Shirota. Shirota drops his foot promptly and asks the waiter for the receipt.
6) "So," Aiba says, hands in his pockets as Shirota walks him to his door.
"That was good show," Shirota says conversationally and shrugs. Aiba smiles, faint, sly, and leans against the front door, hands pressed against the surface. "You were asleep half the time." he giggles.
Shirota blushes, but it's fleeting as Aiba leans forwards and slides his hands inside his (plaid) shirt. He looks up at Shirota and grins, chin planted against Shirota's chest. "It's okay," Aiba assures him and Shirota wraps his arms around a slender waist, pulling their hips closer. Aiba's hands dip to the small of his back.
"Want to come in?" Aiba asks and Shirota laughs and kisses him (finally). "I think, since you missed my performance, I'd give you a little show of my own."
....
end
author: spurnd
rating: pg-13
pairing: ShiroAi
notes: Inspired by this post. For juudenkanryou, sino pa ba who else? Also, tell me if the title is grammatically correct. =)
Shirota comes to visit and what happens is this:
1) He falls asleep.
In the middle of the performance. This particular performance is Aiba-centric, or rather, Fuji-centric, but Shirota hasn't slept in a week (save, the three hours spent slouched on the director's chair on the set of Hana Kimi). He doesn't have any particular excuse for this, except that he's dead tired keeping up with the odd hours at work, but oddly enough Aiba doesn't say anything. Oddly enough, Aiba doesn't notice, (or pretends not to at least) even if Shirota slouches in the front row snoring loudly and leaning heavily against a regular member of the audience often seen with a camera. (Said regular member of the audience is forty and happens to be the CEO of a suspicious website.) What Aiba notices however is the ugly yellow stain on Shirota's white shirt. That, and the man next to him has his hand on his left thigh.
2)
The shirt is white, freshly crisped. The yellow stain is, well, yellow: bright and smelling strongly of mango. It sits in the middle of Shirota's shirt, an ugly (wet) spurt of color the size of a bowling ball. In his haste to make it to the show, he'd sprinted from the parking lot to the audience pit, dodging elbows and funny-smelling old people with questionable intentions. He'd made it safely to his seat just before the performance began - the lights being dimmed, the audience being shushed to silence - until the man next to him asked if Shirota had the time, and, forgetting that he had a styrofoam cup of fresh mango juice, Shirota twisted his wrist and checked his watch. Oh, he said and stared at his shirt. (Store brought, costing a month's worth of groceries enough to feed a family of six) Oh. The man next to him grins sheepishly and offers to help him take the stain off but his focus is rather off ( aimed at Shirota's crotch) Shirota stands and makes his way to the bathroom to wring out his shirt.
3) He is caught with his fly open.
Shirota thinks, by this time, that the fates are against him.
He doesn't see Aiba until three hours later after he runs to the store and buys himself a new (plaid) shirt. He gets a black wifebeater too, for several purposes he will never disclose. He leaves his plaid shirt unbuttoned all the way so that the black (form-fitting) wifebeater shows. The store clerk says there is a hint of nipple showing, and asks if Shirota is okay with that, but Shirota just shrugs and walks out of the store. Shirota knows Aiba likes men who are impeccably dressed. Meeting Aiba for the first time didn't turn out very well when he decided to wear a pair of hot-pink pants and a purple turtleneck (cashmere) Aiba had looked at him funny and stealthily crept away. Having brought an ensemble good enough to be on the a magazine cover, Shirota thinks he is well-dressed enough to warrant stares from the people he passes by. He smirks to himself, chest filled with pride, and he even buys flowers for Aiba on the way back.
"Shirota," Aiba blinks then looks down at Shirota's crotch.
Shirota blushes. "Oh Aiba-chan," he declares dramatically. "Don't stare at me like that (like you want to give me oral)!" For awhile, Aiba's face twists. "Um." he says, uncertain and pursing his lips in a thin line. "Not to be rude or anything but, your fly is open."
4) His (sexual) advances are thwarted.
After the show, Shirota takes Aiba out to eat. "It's my treat," he beams and Aiba giggles and leans subtly into his side. Shirota feels a little hot under the collar at their proximity. Aiba smells of sugar and Shirota leans down the same moment Aiba looks up at him, coy, under the fan of his eyelashes. This is a perfect moment to kiss, the proverbial story-book kiss, and Shirota is leaning leaning leaning -
"So, where are we going to eat?" Keisuke-kun pipes up happily next to them. He's such a nice person, so pleasant and he does Tezuka justice, but his timing is off, and Shirota grits his teeth and crosses his arms, put out. Keisuke-kun blinks. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" He blinks again and scratches his head.
"I hope you don't mind we brought him along," Aiba grins, and Shirota says, teeth gritted : "Sure, no problem."
5) Shirota is caught. Playing Footsie. With Aiba.
Or at least he assumes it's Aiba that's playing footsie with him.
"What's that foot doing on my crotch?" Keisuke-kun asks, and Aiba raises suspicious eyebrows at Shirota. Shirota drops his foot promptly and asks the waiter for the receipt.
6) "So," Aiba says, hands in his pockets as Shirota walks him to his door.
"That was good show," Shirota says conversationally and shrugs. Aiba smiles, faint, sly, and leans against the front door, hands pressed against the surface. "You were asleep half the time." he giggles.
Shirota blushes, but it's fleeting as Aiba leans forwards and slides his hands inside his (plaid) shirt. He looks up at Shirota and grins, chin planted against Shirota's chest. "It's okay," Aiba assures him and Shirota wraps his arms around a slender waist, pulling their hips closer. Aiba's hands dip to the small of his back.
"Want to come in?" Aiba asks and Shirota laughs and kisses him (finally). "I think, since you missed my performance, I'd give you a little show of my own."
....
end