Cute (Aiba/Yasu)
Title: Cute
Pairing: Aiba/Yasu, not joke.
Rating: Soft R
Written for wintersjuly! ♥ Betaed by karinberry.
"You're cute," Aiba says, plopping in the seat next to Yasu and sprawling himself into Yasu's lap.
"Aiba-kun?" Yasu calls, but Aiba doesn't move. "Aiba-kun!" Yasu tries again, louder this time, in an attempt to make it through the cacophonic background, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the thought of having his senpai passed out on top of him. But Aiba slowly rolls around and looks up at him with a lazy smile.
"You're cute," he says again. "Do you think I'm cute?"
"Ah, of course!" Yasu answers, nodding emphatically, partly because it wouldn't be very nice to say no, but mostly because Aiba is indeed very cute, especially like this, cheeks flushed by the alcohol and hair mussed.
Aiba beams at him. He looks, and smells, like a drunken mess, but it's okay because, through Yasu's own alcoholic haze, Aiba feels soft and his hair tangles like threads of Chinese silk around his fingers.
"I think we should have sex," Aiba announces.
"EEEH?" Yasu backpedals and almost falls off his chair.
Aiba giggles and pats Yasu's thigh. "Drinking makes me horny," he says as if it explains everything. Yasu stares at him disbelievingly before glancing up and around the room in search of a supportive face. His eyes meet Subaru's who is standing a few paces away, one arm slung around Ryo, a glass of beer in his other hand. Yasu gives him his best distressed puppy look, but Subaru only tilts his head and grins at him in a way that seems more interested than comforting. "I'd totally watch," he seems to say.
Yasu lets out a little groan at the back of his throat. Ryo only smirks at him and leans in to say something in Subaru's ear and that's that: the two of them pay no more attention to Yasu at all. Yasu's not really sure what to do or say because cuddling and maybe even kissing when you're drunk is one thing, but having sex is another thing entirely, and even if Yasu doesn't like to call himself romantic, he still likes to think sex should be something special you share with someone you truly care about. But with the way things are going and with Aiba looking up at him with big clouded eyes and rubbing his cheek almost innocently against Yasu's crotch, Yasu really doesn't know how to say no.
And just when Yasu is about to gather his courage to say something, because it has to be now before he gets anymore dizzy and ends up pulling his sempai into a dark corner and agreeing to whatever he wants, just when he's about to state firmly and clearly that it's just not possible, not right now, not in these circumstances, and it's not at all because he doesn't think Aiba is attractive and maybe in other circumstances... Just then, Aiba bites at the fly of his trousers and Yasu springs to his feet with a yelp, sending Aiba tumbling down to the ground in a mess of limbs and giggles.
From across the room, Ohkura sends him a knowing smirk and Yoko... No, he really doesn’t want to know what kind of suggestive gesture Yoko has in store for him, so he quickly turns his attention back to Aiba and helps him up to his feet.
Aiba presses himself close to Yasu and leans in to whisper in his ear. “I’m not kidding, you know,” he says, pushing his hips forward to emphasize his point.
Yasu gets it. He gets it very well, even if his head is spinning a little more now that he’s standing.
“Wouldn’t it be nice?” Aiba adds, rubbing against Yasu like some kind of giant cat. It’s hot in the room, so hot, Yasu thinks, and he finds himself nodding. Yes, yes, it would be very nice indeed. He doesn’t answer the question with words, but twines his fingers with Aiba’s instead and pulls him toward the exit.
What are you doing, he asks himself, what made you change your mind? His head twirls with seemingly random images and memories: Subaru’s hand on Ryo’s waist, Ohkura’s head on Yoko’s shoulder, the sound of laughter and the feeling of cold beer going down his throat. Why not? the part of his brain that really does want this answers, and his heart beats faster as Aiba’s hand presses on his lower back and pushes him out in the hallway.
Aiba has his arms around Yasu and his hand down Yasu's pants almost as soon as they have made it out of the reception room. Yasu wants to tell him to stop, to at least wait until they are farther, not in the middle of the hallway, but Aiba is grinding down with the heel of his hand and the only thing that comes out of Yasu's mouth is a breathy high-pitched moan.
"Nice, yes?" Aiba breathes in Yasu's neck, leaving a few wet kisses and slipping his other hand under the hem of Yasu's shirt. The muscles of Yasu’s stomach tense under Aiba's fingers, and it’s only partly because it tickles.
Yasu answers with a moan, eyes closing, head lolling back against Aiba’s shoulder.
“No,” Yasu tries to speak, but he is short on breath. Aiba’s hand slows down. “Not here,” he manages to say, and he takes Aiba’s hand out of his pants and tries to pull him along the corridor.
They haven’t made ten steps forward before Aiba spins him around and wraps himself around Yasu. Yasu loses balance and they crash into the wall. This seems to have been Aiba’s intention though, as he quickly makes the better of their new position.
It’s good. It feels so good.
But a burst of laughter coming from the reception room brings him back to reality.
Thing is, it is hard to keep sense of direction when Aiba insists on pressing him against all available surfaces. It’s not so much the rubbing, and the groping, and Aiba’s body pressed against him, hands touching in all inappropriate places, all the best places really, that he minds, but if this goes on, they’ll never make it out of this hallway and...
Yasu’s eyes shut close again, a breathless cry escaping his lips. Aiba has backed him into a wall rather enthusiastically, pinned him with his hips, ripped open the collar of his shirt and proceeded to lick a path from his collarbone to the hollow of his throat. No thought is given to the lost buttons as all coherence left is focused on finding a place a bit more intimate to continue this. His hips involuntarily push against Aiba and he hand claws at the wall behind him...
Until it falls upon a doorknob.
In a swift movement, he rolls them over, opens the door, takes only a moment to check if the room is empty, and pushes Aiba inside none too gently. Door closed behind him, Yasu heaves a sigh of relief.
Now. Finally. The words form in his head and dissolves just as quickly. He doesn’t stand panting for long.
“Come here, come here,” Aiba says, pulling Yasu closer by the hook of his belt. “I’m a little drunk and my legs feel kind of like jelly, but I think that’s because you’re hot...” Aiba babbles in a low breathy tone, slipping his hand at the back of Yasu’s head and playing with the hair at the base of his nape. And then he probably forgets what he was going to say so he leans in, pulling Yasu to him, and he kisses him.
Aiba’s lips are soft and wet and he tastes of some foreign liquor, a little sour, but mostly sweet. He catches Yasu’s lower lip in between his and sucks on it before nibbling on it gently. Yasu lets his tongue peak out and tentatively licks at Aiba’s upper lip. Aiba lets out an appreciative sound and promptly wraps his tongue around Yasu’s and coaxes it into play.
Yasu likes to kiss, and Aiba is a good kisser, a bit messy, but sensual and very enthusiastic. He also makes all kinds of little noises that Yasu finds extremely sexy. His hands go from Aiba’s hips to his lower back, then lower to squeeze his butt cheeks, pulling their hips together.
“Ooh!” Aiba throws his head back, his grip on Yasu’s hair tightening. “I knew you’d be good at this.”
Yasu doesn’t reply, but moans loudly when Aiba starts grinding their hips together. Aiba is a bit unstable on his feet, and the way he keeps losing balance makes it a bit uncomfortable and very unsatisfying, so Yasu spins them around, presses Aiba’s back against the nearest wall so that he can benefit from its support, and readjusts their position so their bodies fit together in just the right way. Of course, like this he’s the one doing all the work, but he really really doesn’t mind.
But he’s underestimated Aiba’s enthusiasm because, now free from having to cling to Yasu for balance, Aiba can use his hands in another, much better way. Yasu soon finds himself squirming under Aiba’s touch, one hand pinching at a nipple through the thin cotton of his shirt, the other slipping under the material to caress his stomach.
Aiba breathes words that turn into soft gasps when Yasu bucks his hips forward with a little more fervor. He digs his fingers into Yasu’s hip and gives him a look, eyes wide, almost innocent but not, lips glistening with saliva that might very well be Yasu’s. A thousand images of wicked things he suddenly wants to do flashes through Yasu’s mind and he takes a shuddering breath.
And the next instant, Aiba is diving for his belt buckle, clawing at it with clumsy, eager fingers, and Yasu doesn’t know who undoes it or who unzips Aiba’s pants, but then his fingers are wrapping around warm flesh and are stroking purposefully.
There are moans, and pants, and Aiba is mumbling dirty words against Yasu’s lips and skin, but he looks so pretty with his lips swollen, and his cheeks flushed, and his hair sticking to the side of his face, that Yasu would probably be wondering why he tried to resist in the first place, albeit not very hard, if he weren’t falling completely out of logic himself.
Aiba lets out a series of little cries that crescendos and peaks with a full body shiver, and Yasu feels something wet and hot touch his hand and run down his wrist. Yasu lets out a chocked gasp, goes out of rhythm, strokes faster, pulls harder, and comes a few seconds later, his last cry muffled in the crook of Aiba’s neck.
When Yasu comes back to his senses, Aiba is petting is head softly. Yasu slowly disentangles himself from Aiba, his legs feeling a weak and a bit shaky as he stands back. Aiba smiles at him sleepily.
“Cute,” Aiba says, and Yasu lets out a short laugh. It’s not awkward, because it doesn’t have to be.
Omake 1
“Yassan! Where are you? Are you still naked?” Yasu hears a loud voice echoing from the hallway. “Yassan!” the voice calls again, even louder, and Yasu grins. Drunk Subaru is always interesting.
“Oi, not so loud,” he hears Ryo snap, but he is clearly amused.
“Kanjani8 is a great band,” Aiba remarks dreamily, head moving against Yasu’s shoulder, “but 8 is a lot. Do you guys have sex all together?”
Yasu chuckles and kisses Aiba’s temple. With Arashi, it’s probably best not to return the question.
Omake 2
"Why didn't you say anything?" Yasu pouts.
Subaru snuggles close. "Because you didn't want me to. Because you looked turned on. Because I've heard you say no enough times already to know you can take care of yourself."
Pairing: Aiba/Yasu, not joke.
Rating: Soft R
Written for wintersjuly! ♥ Betaed by karinberry.
"You're cute," Aiba says, plopping in the seat next to Yasu and sprawling himself into Yasu's lap.
"Aiba-kun?" Yasu calls, but Aiba doesn't move. "Aiba-kun!" Yasu tries again, louder this time, in an attempt to make it through the cacophonic background, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the thought of having his senpai passed out on top of him. But Aiba slowly rolls around and looks up at him with a lazy smile.
"You're cute," he says again. "Do you think I'm cute?"
"Ah, of course!" Yasu answers, nodding emphatically, partly because it wouldn't be very nice to say no, but mostly because Aiba is indeed very cute, especially like this, cheeks flushed by the alcohol and hair mussed.
Aiba beams at him. He looks, and smells, like a drunken mess, but it's okay because, through Yasu's own alcoholic haze, Aiba feels soft and his hair tangles like threads of Chinese silk around his fingers.
"I think we should have sex," Aiba announces.
"EEEH?" Yasu backpedals and almost falls off his chair.
Aiba giggles and pats Yasu's thigh. "Drinking makes me horny," he says as if it explains everything. Yasu stares at him disbelievingly before glancing up and around the room in search of a supportive face. His eyes meet Subaru's who is standing a few paces away, one arm slung around Ryo, a glass of beer in his other hand. Yasu gives him his best distressed puppy look, but Subaru only tilts his head and grins at him in a way that seems more interested than comforting. "I'd totally watch," he seems to say.
Yasu lets out a little groan at the back of his throat. Ryo only smirks at him and leans in to say something in Subaru's ear and that's that: the two of them pay no more attention to Yasu at all. Yasu's not really sure what to do or say because cuddling and maybe even kissing when you're drunk is one thing, but having sex is another thing entirely, and even if Yasu doesn't like to call himself romantic, he still likes to think sex should be something special you share with someone you truly care about. But with the way things are going and with Aiba looking up at him with big clouded eyes and rubbing his cheek almost innocently against Yasu's crotch, Yasu really doesn't know how to say no.
And just when Yasu is about to gather his courage to say something, because it has to be now before he gets anymore dizzy and ends up pulling his sempai into a dark corner and agreeing to whatever he wants, just when he's about to state firmly and clearly that it's just not possible, not right now, not in these circumstances, and it's not at all because he doesn't think Aiba is attractive and maybe in other circumstances... Just then, Aiba bites at the fly of his trousers and Yasu springs to his feet with a yelp, sending Aiba tumbling down to the ground in a mess of limbs and giggles.
From across the room, Ohkura sends him a knowing smirk and Yoko... No, he really doesn’t want to know what kind of suggestive gesture Yoko has in store for him, so he quickly turns his attention back to Aiba and helps him up to his feet.
Aiba presses himself close to Yasu and leans in to whisper in his ear. “I’m not kidding, you know,” he says, pushing his hips forward to emphasize his point.
Yasu gets it. He gets it very well, even if his head is spinning a little more now that he’s standing.
“Wouldn’t it be nice?” Aiba adds, rubbing against Yasu like some kind of giant cat. It’s hot in the room, so hot, Yasu thinks, and he finds himself nodding. Yes, yes, it would be very nice indeed. He doesn’t answer the question with words, but twines his fingers with Aiba’s instead and pulls him toward the exit.
What are you doing, he asks himself, what made you change your mind? His head twirls with seemingly random images and memories: Subaru’s hand on Ryo’s waist, Ohkura’s head on Yoko’s shoulder, the sound of laughter and the feeling of cold beer going down his throat. Why not? the part of his brain that really does want this answers, and his heart beats faster as Aiba’s hand presses on his lower back and pushes him out in the hallway.
Aiba has his arms around Yasu and his hand down Yasu's pants almost as soon as they have made it out of the reception room. Yasu wants to tell him to stop, to at least wait until they are farther, not in the middle of the hallway, but Aiba is grinding down with the heel of his hand and the only thing that comes out of Yasu's mouth is a breathy high-pitched moan.
"Nice, yes?" Aiba breathes in Yasu's neck, leaving a few wet kisses and slipping his other hand under the hem of Yasu's shirt. The muscles of Yasu’s stomach tense under Aiba's fingers, and it’s only partly because it tickles.
Yasu answers with a moan, eyes closing, head lolling back against Aiba’s shoulder.
“No,” Yasu tries to speak, but he is short on breath. Aiba’s hand slows down. “Not here,” he manages to say, and he takes Aiba’s hand out of his pants and tries to pull him along the corridor.
They haven’t made ten steps forward before Aiba spins him around and wraps himself around Yasu. Yasu loses balance and they crash into the wall. This seems to have been Aiba’s intention though, as he quickly makes the better of their new position.
It’s good. It feels so good.
But a burst of laughter coming from the reception room brings him back to reality.
Thing is, it is hard to keep sense of direction when Aiba insists on pressing him against all available surfaces. It’s not so much the rubbing, and the groping, and Aiba’s body pressed against him, hands touching in all inappropriate places, all the best places really, that he minds, but if this goes on, they’ll never make it out of this hallway and...
Yasu’s eyes shut close again, a breathless cry escaping his lips. Aiba has backed him into a wall rather enthusiastically, pinned him with his hips, ripped open the collar of his shirt and proceeded to lick a path from his collarbone to the hollow of his throat. No thought is given to the lost buttons as all coherence left is focused on finding a place a bit more intimate to continue this. His hips involuntarily push against Aiba and he hand claws at the wall behind him...
Until it falls upon a doorknob.
In a swift movement, he rolls them over, opens the door, takes only a moment to check if the room is empty, and pushes Aiba inside none too gently. Door closed behind him, Yasu heaves a sigh of relief.
Now. Finally. The words form in his head and dissolves just as quickly. He doesn’t stand panting for long.
“Come here, come here,” Aiba says, pulling Yasu closer by the hook of his belt. “I’m a little drunk and my legs feel kind of like jelly, but I think that’s because you’re hot...” Aiba babbles in a low breathy tone, slipping his hand at the back of Yasu’s head and playing with the hair at the base of his nape. And then he probably forgets what he was going to say so he leans in, pulling Yasu to him, and he kisses him.
Aiba’s lips are soft and wet and he tastes of some foreign liquor, a little sour, but mostly sweet. He catches Yasu’s lower lip in between his and sucks on it before nibbling on it gently. Yasu lets his tongue peak out and tentatively licks at Aiba’s upper lip. Aiba lets out an appreciative sound and promptly wraps his tongue around Yasu’s and coaxes it into play.
Yasu likes to kiss, and Aiba is a good kisser, a bit messy, but sensual and very enthusiastic. He also makes all kinds of little noises that Yasu finds extremely sexy. His hands go from Aiba’s hips to his lower back, then lower to squeeze his butt cheeks, pulling their hips together.
“Ooh!” Aiba throws his head back, his grip on Yasu’s hair tightening. “I knew you’d be good at this.”
Yasu doesn’t reply, but moans loudly when Aiba starts grinding their hips together. Aiba is a bit unstable on his feet, and the way he keeps losing balance makes it a bit uncomfortable and very unsatisfying, so Yasu spins them around, presses Aiba’s back against the nearest wall so that he can benefit from its support, and readjusts their position so their bodies fit together in just the right way. Of course, like this he’s the one doing all the work, but he really really doesn’t mind.
But he’s underestimated Aiba’s enthusiasm because, now free from having to cling to Yasu for balance, Aiba can use his hands in another, much better way. Yasu soon finds himself squirming under Aiba’s touch, one hand pinching at a nipple through the thin cotton of his shirt, the other slipping under the material to caress his stomach.
Aiba breathes words that turn into soft gasps when Yasu bucks his hips forward with a little more fervor. He digs his fingers into Yasu’s hip and gives him a look, eyes wide, almost innocent but not, lips glistening with saliva that might very well be Yasu’s. A thousand images of wicked things he suddenly wants to do flashes through Yasu’s mind and he takes a shuddering breath.
And the next instant, Aiba is diving for his belt buckle, clawing at it with clumsy, eager fingers, and Yasu doesn’t know who undoes it or who unzips Aiba’s pants, but then his fingers are wrapping around warm flesh and are stroking purposefully.
There are moans, and pants, and Aiba is mumbling dirty words against Yasu’s lips and skin, but he looks so pretty with his lips swollen, and his cheeks flushed, and his hair sticking to the side of his face, that Yasu would probably be wondering why he tried to resist in the first place, albeit not very hard, if he weren’t falling completely out of logic himself.
Aiba lets out a series of little cries that crescendos and peaks with a full body shiver, and Yasu feels something wet and hot touch his hand and run down his wrist. Yasu lets out a chocked gasp, goes out of rhythm, strokes faster, pulls harder, and comes a few seconds later, his last cry muffled in the crook of Aiba’s neck.
When Yasu comes back to his senses, Aiba is petting is head softly. Yasu slowly disentangles himself from Aiba, his legs feeling a weak and a bit shaky as he stands back. Aiba smiles at him sleepily.
“Cute,” Aiba says, and Yasu lets out a short laugh. It’s not awkward, because it doesn’t have to be.
Omake 1
“Yassan! Where are you? Are you still naked?” Yasu hears a loud voice echoing from the hallway. “Yassan!” the voice calls again, even louder, and Yasu grins. Drunk Subaru is always interesting.
“Oi, not so loud,” he hears Ryo snap, but he is clearly amused.
“Kanjani8 is a great band,” Aiba remarks dreamily, head moving against Yasu’s shoulder, “but 8 is a lot. Do you guys have sex all together?”
Yasu chuckles and kisses Aiba’s temple. With Arashi, it’s probably best not to return the question.
Omake 2
"Why didn't you say anything?" Yasu pouts.
Subaru snuggles close. "Because you didn't want me to. Because you looked turned on. Because I've heard you say no enough times already to know you can take care of yourself."