gee, your ohmiya smells terrific
I had to track down and check the lyrics for Rock You, because I was convinced that they kept singing "TOAST OF MY LOVE~". When it is, in fact, "DON'T STOP MY LOVE." That makes sense now.
I'm sloow-ly working through my To Write list. One down! I also signed up for je_ficgames and am very, very excited. Afklfls;s;jdk.
Title: Deep Breaths
Author: waxrose
Rating: R
Length: ~2,500 words
Pairing(s): Aiba/Sho
Author's Notes: For goopawahla! Thanks for the inspiration. ♥ And as usual, my undying love and lots of cookies to crazychickencow for her awesome editing, support and good chats. ♥ :)
"People are going to think that I have a cat," Aiba commented offhandedly, shifting the pile of newspapers just outside the kitchen entrance aside with his foot. "Or a really badly behaved puppy."
"Hmm." Sho's eyes flickered briefly from the paper spread out on the coffee table to the steaming mug Aiba set down just within reach. "Thanks."
"No problem." Aiba settled down on the couch behind where Sho was sitting cross-legged on the floor, carefully reading his third paper of the evening. Aiba tucked his legs under himself, carefully blowing on his tea before taking a gulp.
There were a few hazards to having Sho as a houseguest, not a few of which included enough piles of old newspapers to build a boat for their next TV experiment special and quick thinking on Aiba's part to keep inventing excuses as to why Sho shouldn't bother cooking breakfast.
Still, Sho was mostly okay - tidy but not unreasonable enough to mutter darkly over Aiba's little piles of clutter and somewhat entropically organized drawers.
It's not like they had any time to get on each other's nerves. Sho's current drama filmed on location about three blocks away from Aiba's apartment, and he had gratefully accepted Aiba's offer to put him up to lessen the commute. Between his drama and other projects, Aiba's own work and Arashi's increasingly hectic schedule, they both usually collapsed through the door in the late hours of the night for a few hours of sleep.
"We could use to build a giant paper-maché thing." Aiba shifted his position, stretching his back a little, muscles relaxing as the hot tea began to work its magic. "Like a pinãta, or something."
Sho grunted thoughtfully, flipping another page. Aiba leant over him a little to put his own mug on the table next to Sho's.
"We could use it in the concerts." The idea began to expand like a balloon in Aiba's head, and he turned it around and around, wondering at it excitedly. "You know, with blindfolds and sticks - and oh, it could be huge, and Sho-chan, Sho-chan, when it bursts, all the stuff inside can fall over the audience, that would be so cool."
"Except for the possibility of fans getting hurt by falling debris - and the problem of what to put inside it in the first place." Sho broke himself away from his newspaper long enough to grab his own mug, wrapping his hands around it gratefully and taking a sip. "And you know, the fact that you could only do it once unless you made more than one -"
"I know." Aiba shrugged with a grin, wrapping his arms around his legs. "I just thought it would be a neat idea."
Sho shook his head, placing his mug down carefully and returning to his paper. "Am I boring you, Aiba-chan? I know I'm not much fun to have around, but I really need to read these for Zero tomorrow."
"It's fine." Aiba studied the back of Sho's head, the little flyaway curls at the base of his neck, still damp from his shower. "We're really old men, huh? Sitting around and reading papers and drinking tea on a Friday night, instead of going out drinking and dancing with pretty girls-"
"Or sleeping," Sho countered. "Considering how early we need to be at the studio tomorrow for the variety show filming."
"You're going to reciting headlines in your sleep," Aiba teased. "Well, it might be better to listen to than your teeth-grinding."
"I'm surprised you notice, considering you snore like an freight train," Sho replied lightly, folding over the last page of the paper and leaning back against the couch with a relieved sigh. "Done."
"Sho-kun is really amazing, doing all that extra reading every day." Aiba scooted forward a bit on the couch, kneading into Sho's shoulder's with his fingers. "Like a real professional."
"Nnngh." Sho bent his neck forward a little, letting Aiba dig his thumbs into his back muscles in tight circles. "There just aren't enough hours in the day anymore, are there?"
"Sometimes." Aiba frowned and tugged Sho closer to him, fingers working more seriously on his back and shoulders. "Your back is a mess. How the hell do you get so knotted up?"
Sho groaned a little, propping up his elbows on the couch cushions while Aiba roughly massaged his shoulders, fingers kneading and rubbing through his t-shirt. "I never really notice - God, that feels good, though."
"Let's see if we can't sort you out." Aiba paused for a second. "Wait - maybe lie down here on the couch? That might be a little more comfortable."
"You don't have to -" But there was little real protest in Sho's voice as Aiba hauled him up onto the couch, perching briefly on the arm while Sho lay down on his stomach, head resting on folded arms. Aiba did, without a doubt, give the best massages.
"A-ah," Sho took a deep breath as Aiba settled lightly on his back, straddling Sho's hips and pushing into Sho's left shoulder blade with the heel of his hand.
"So tense," Aiba marveled, repeating the motion on Sho's other shoulder blade. His hands were careful, warm and strong even through Sho's shirt.
Sho shifted his head, resting one cheek on his arm and closing his eyes. "I relax."
"Maybe not enough," Aiba's thumbs stroked smoothly upwards between Sho's shoulder blades and backbone in a slow rhythm. "Maybe not properly."
"Huh." Sho couldn't really think of any response, or really care, given the way the muscles of his upper back were happily melting under Aiba's touch, the slow, loose feeling settling over his body, pinned in place on the couch by Aiba's steady weight on his hips.
He didn't even notice how low Aiba's hands had trailed down until Aiba fumbled for the clasp on Sho's jeans, one hand still low on Sho's back, massaging in small, lazy circles.
"Aiba!" Sho's lethargy was instantly thrown off and he twisted around under Aiba's weight, "That's not -"
Aiba grinned, shifting his legs slightly so that Sho couldn't knock him off the couch. He ended up completely straddling Sho's hips from the front, trailing his fingers down Sho's side. "Why? Don't you want to?"
"I -" Sho had never really stopped hoping that his stupid bandmates will learn the concept of propriety or decency but even he realizes that it's a bit futile - particularly when it comes to Aiba, "Well, that's not..."
Aiba smiled sweetly, rocking his hips forward slightly against Sho's jean-clad hips, fingers toying with the unbuttoned clasp of Sho's pants. "It's a really good way to relax, right?" he added so earnestly that it almost belied the fact that Aiba was obviously horny as hell and determined to get his way.
Sho sighed and closed his eyes, which Aiba seemed to take as some measure of assent, leaning forward to drop a soft kiss on Sho's collarbone. He worked his way up Sho's neck, licking and nipping gently, one hand taking care of the zipper on Sho's jeans and pushing his hand underneath the band of Sho's underwear, fingers cool as they brushed against Sho's overheated skin.
Sho tangled one hand in Aiba's hair, fingers slipping through silky strands as he pulled him up for a kiss, tasting the faint heat of the ginger tea they had both been drinking on Aiba's lips. Aiba's kisses were sure and confident, tracing the corner of Sho's mouth with the tip of his tongue and teasing away when Sho gripped his head, trying to deepen the kiss.
Sho tugged at the hem of Aiba's shirt. "Lose this," he said against Aiba's lips, surprised at how breathless he sounded. He couldn't see Aiba's eyes through the bangs that were falling in his face, but Aiba got the message and sat back on Sho's hips briefly to tug the shirt over his head, tossing it over the arm of the couch carelessly.
Sho slid his hand over the curve of Aiba's bare shoulder, breath hitching a little as Aiba's mouth twisted into a mischievous smile and he palmed Sho through his underwear, cupping and stroking rhythmically as Sho began to harden.
"See, you're relaxing already!" Aiba sounded undyingly triumphant.
"Hope you don't plan on taking it too easy," Sho gasped out, before he flipped their positions - not exactly easy to do without landing them both on the floor, as Aiba's couch was plush, but not exactly wide - one knee sliding in between Aiba's spread legs and pinning Aiba's shoulders to the couch with one hand. He enjoyed the surprised, almost hungry look in Aiba's eyes as Sho used his free hand to undo Aiba's pants, sliding the denim down Aiba's hips and brushing his thumb deliberately over the bulge in Aiba's underwear.
"Ah - fast?" Aiba arched into the touch, sliding his hand around Sho's thigh, fingers digging in a little into the denim of his jeans. "Or slow?"
"We're going at my pace now." Sho slipped his hand into Aiba's underwear, stroking his length. He grinned as Aiba's eyes rolled back and he squirmed with a groan as Sho's thumb dragging slowly on the underside of Aiba's cock, working him steadily.
"Well, whatever you say," Aiba managed breathlessly. His hands were flying everywhere, like he was trying to touch every piece of Sho all at once, sliding down his back and over the muscled curve of his ass, dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans. He rocked his hips into Sho's touch, head thrown back to reveal his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he panted. "But you're definitely going to have to get rid of those pants."
They managed, somehow, although Aiba almost accidentally knocked Sho off the couch as Sho struggled to kick his pants off - his shirt following shortly after - and was in a fit of giggles as Sho worked on Aiba's pants, chest still hitching with laughter as Sho tossed the clothing in an undignified heap on the floor. Sho settled back down on top of Aiba, their bare legs tangling together.
"That's much better." Aiba's laugh slowed, his eyes dark and predatory. He wrapped one leg around Sho's waist, pressing up his hips against Sho's and grinding up purposefully, urgently, his hands clutching Sho's back and fingers sliding over sweat-slick skin.
Sho thrust back down against Aiba, claiming Aiba's open mouth with another kiss. He sucked on Aiba's full bottom lip and rolled with Aiba's movements, one hand pressed low on Aiba's back to control the rhythm, to press Aiba closer as their movements get faster, more frantic.
Sho felt Aiba's muscles tighten beneath his hand as he stiffened and came, still rocking his hips against Sho's frantically as he broke the kiss and buried his head in the crook of Sho's neck, panting into his shoulder. Sho rode Aiba's shudder, rolling his hips down and coming with a groan a minute later, collapsing bonelessly on top of Aiba.
"Sho-chan is heavy," Aiba muttered into his shoulder, breaking the silence between them. Sho grunted exasperatedly, sliding off Aiba until they were lying side by side facing each other, legs still entwined.
"Feel better?" Aiba's bare foot traced the curve of Sho's ankle up to his knee, eyes a little glassy and tired, a bright smile quirking up the corners of his lip. Sho pulled him a little closer, so their chests were pressed together, Aiba's skin flush and warm against his, faintly sticky with sweat.
"Yes." Sho gently kissed Aiba's shoulder, tucking his head underneath Aiba's chin. "Thank you," he adds politely, as something of an afterthought.
"Clearly you should listen to my ideas more often." Aiba was smug and warm and pliant against him, which made Sho a little less inclined to even bother to argue with him. "And then Sho-chan wouldn't be so stressed and frustrated all of the time!"
"Right," Sho agreed absentmindedly, stroking through Aiba's hair softly with his fingers. "Sure, Masaki, whatever."
*
It wasn't until three days later, when he was backed against the water cooler in the break room by his very determined and helpful bandmate that Sho realized that giving Aiba clearance to deal with his 'stress' in whatever way he wanted had probably been a bad idea.
"Aiba, no!" Sho yelped, swatting Aiba's hands away. "Nino, a little help here?"
"Manager said pants on, guys," Nino called over from the couch, eyes glued to his DS screen.
"He was mostly talking to you." Aiba made a wild grab for Sho's belt. "Since you were so interested in my underwear this morning."
"I just wanted to see if they were mine." Nino flipped his DS shut with a catlike grin, lounging back on the couch. "But by all means, do continue. I'm enjoying this."
"That excuse only worked the first five times." Aiba was taller than Sho and surprisingly strong, despite his skinny arms. "Stop struggling, Sho-chan - this is for your own good, like you said!"
"I agreed to nothing, I would very much like to keep my pants on, and we have to be back on set in six minutes," Sho hissed, grabbing Aiba's flailing hands and pinning them to his sides. "This is not a good time. Go bother Jun or something if you need a distraction."
"But you're all stressed again." Someone had to tell Aiba that his puppy eyes were really, really ineff - oh, hell.
"It's just not a good time," Sho repeated, releasing Aiba's hands and squeezing his wrist apologetically. "I'm just fine, I'm not going to explode or anything."
"What a shame," Nino muttered, going back to his DS.
"Later?" Aiba was definitely in a difficult mood this morning, the kind that took a lot of patience and hugs and time to deal with and Sho really didn't have the energy to deal with that right now.
"Ye- no. Maybe." Sho clarified, thinking about the scripts and newspapers and briefings waiting for him in his bag after they finished filming for the day.
"It's important that you relax, Sho-chan," Nino commented sweetly, thumbs flying over his console. "Hey, Aiba, hasn't Captain looked tired lately, too?"
Aiba's eyes practically lit up. "He's been yawning all morning," he breathed. "And slouching."
"How on earth is that any different from usual?" Sho muttered.
"We should help him out, ne." Nino's smile was wide and innocent and completely terrifying. "Like good members would."
Aiba looked thrilled. "He just needs us to help him relax a bit."
"Three minutes, please!" A staff poked her head quickly around the doorway, not even blinking at the sight of Aiba still pressed almost fully against Sho by the wall before ducking back out again.
"After the filming." Sho shoved Aiba roughly over towards the door, ignoring his protests of "Sho-chan, that hurts!" and Nino's cackles. "You can help everyone relax all you want, as long as you smile and keep your pants on and leave Captain alone while the cameras are rolling."
"Sure," Aiba said brightly and Sho almost, almost believed him.
It's about the third time that Ohno squeaks and shifts in his seat on the couch next to Aiba that Sho decided wearily that it was only fair that Aiba wanted to help him get rid of his stress - since most of the time, he was bound and determined to be the cause, anyways.
FIN
cross-posted to jent_fanfics
ETA: This is my 11th Arashi fic, not including drabbles and such, which is now the most I've written for any single fandom (I think I wrote 10 for both Prince of Tennis and Harry Potter?). And still going strong! Milestone, yay. :D
I'm sloow-ly working through my To Write list. One down! I also signed up for je_ficgames and am very, very excited. Afklfls;s;jdk.
Title: Deep Breaths
Author: waxrose
Rating: R
Length: ~2,500 words
Pairing(s): Aiba/Sho
Author's Notes: For goopawahla! Thanks for the inspiration. ♥ And as usual, my undying love and lots of cookies to crazychickencow for her awesome editing, support and good chats. ♥ :)
"People are going to think that I have a cat," Aiba commented offhandedly, shifting the pile of newspapers just outside the kitchen entrance aside with his foot. "Or a really badly behaved puppy."
"Hmm." Sho's eyes flickered briefly from the paper spread out on the coffee table to the steaming mug Aiba set down just within reach. "Thanks."
"No problem." Aiba settled down on the couch behind where Sho was sitting cross-legged on the floor, carefully reading his third paper of the evening. Aiba tucked his legs under himself, carefully blowing on his tea before taking a gulp.
There were a few hazards to having Sho as a houseguest, not a few of which included enough piles of old newspapers to build a boat for their next TV experiment special and quick thinking on Aiba's part to keep inventing excuses as to why Sho shouldn't bother cooking breakfast.
Still, Sho was mostly okay - tidy but not unreasonable enough to mutter darkly over Aiba's little piles of clutter and somewhat entropically organized drawers.
It's not like they had any time to get on each other's nerves. Sho's current drama filmed on location about three blocks away from Aiba's apartment, and he had gratefully accepted Aiba's offer to put him up to lessen the commute. Between his drama and other projects, Aiba's own work and Arashi's increasingly hectic schedule, they both usually collapsed through the door in the late hours of the night for a few hours of sleep.
"We could use to build a giant paper-maché thing." Aiba shifted his position, stretching his back a little, muscles relaxing as the hot tea began to work its magic. "Like a pinãta, or something."
Sho grunted thoughtfully, flipping another page. Aiba leant over him a little to put his own mug on the table next to Sho's.
"We could use it in the concerts." The idea began to expand like a balloon in Aiba's head, and he turned it around and around, wondering at it excitedly. "You know, with blindfolds and sticks - and oh, it could be huge, and Sho-chan, Sho-chan, when it bursts, all the stuff inside can fall over the audience, that would be so cool."
"Except for the possibility of fans getting hurt by falling debris - and the problem of what to put inside it in the first place." Sho broke himself away from his newspaper long enough to grab his own mug, wrapping his hands around it gratefully and taking a sip. "And you know, the fact that you could only do it once unless you made more than one -"
"I know." Aiba shrugged with a grin, wrapping his arms around his legs. "I just thought it would be a neat idea."
Sho shook his head, placing his mug down carefully and returning to his paper. "Am I boring you, Aiba-chan? I know I'm not much fun to have around, but I really need to read these for Zero tomorrow."
"It's fine." Aiba studied the back of Sho's head, the little flyaway curls at the base of his neck, still damp from his shower. "We're really old men, huh? Sitting around and reading papers and drinking tea on a Friday night, instead of going out drinking and dancing with pretty girls-"
"Or sleeping," Sho countered. "Considering how early we need to be at the studio tomorrow for the variety show filming."
"You're going to reciting headlines in your sleep," Aiba teased. "Well, it might be better to listen to than your teeth-grinding."
"I'm surprised you notice, considering you snore like an freight train," Sho replied lightly, folding over the last page of the paper and leaning back against the couch with a relieved sigh. "Done."
"Sho-kun is really amazing, doing all that extra reading every day." Aiba scooted forward a bit on the couch, kneading into Sho's shoulder's with his fingers. "Like a real professional."
"Nnngh." Sho bent his neck forward a little, letting Aiba dig his thumbs into his back muscles in tight circles. "There just aren't enough hours in the day anymore, are there?"
"Sometimes." Aiba frowned and tugged Sho closer to him, fingers working more seriously on his back and shoulders. "Your back is a mess. How the hell do you get so knotted up?"
Sho groaned a little, propping up his elbows on the couch cushions while Aiba roughly massaged his shoulders, fingers kneading and rubbing through his t-shirt. "I never really notice - God, that feels good, though."
"Let's see if we can't sort you out." Aiba paused for a second. "Wait - maybe lie down here on the couch? That might be a little more comfortable."
"You don't have to -" But there was little real protest in Sho's voice as Aiba hauled him up onto the couch, perching briefly on the arm while Sho lay down on his stomach, head resting on folded arms. Aiba did, without a doubt, give the best massages.
"A-ah," Sho took a deep breath as Aiba settled lightly on his back, straddling Sho's hips and pushing into Sho's left shoulder blade with the heel of his hand.
"So tense," Aiba marveled, repeating the motion on Sho's other shoulder blade. His hands were careful, warm and strong even through Sho's shirt.
Sho shifted his head, resting one cheek on his arm and closing his eyes. "I relax."
"Maybe not enough," Aiba's thumbs stroked smoothly upwards between Sho's shoulder blades and backbone in a slow rhythm. "Maybe not properly."
"Huh." Sho couldn't really think of any response, or really care, given the way the muscles of his upper back were happily melting under Aiba's touch, the slow, loose feeling settling over his body, pinned in place on the couch by Aiba's steady weight on his hips.
He didn't even notice how low Aiba's hands had trailed down until Aiba fumbled for the clasp on Sho's jeans, one hand still low on Sho's back, massaging in small, lazy circles.
"Aiba!" Sho's lethargy was instantly thrown off and he twisted around under Aiba's weight, "That's not -"
Aiba grinned, shifting his legs slightly so that Sho couldn't knock him off the couch. He ended up completely straddling Sho's hips from the front, trailing his fingers down Sho's side. "Why? Don't you want to?"
"I -" Sho had never really stopped hoping that his stupid bandmates will learn the concept of propriety or decency but even he realizes that it's a bit futile - particularly when it comes to Aiba, "Well, that's not..."
Aiba smiled sweetly, rocking his hips forward slightly against Sho's jean-clad hips, fingers toying with the unbuttoned clasp of Sho's pants. "It's a really good way to relax, right?" he added so earnestly that it almost belied the fact that Aiba was obviously horny as hell and determined to get his way.
Sho sighed and closed his eyes, which Aiba seemed to take as some measure of assent, leaning forward to drop a soft kiss on Sho's collarbone. He worked his way up Sho's neck, licking and nipping gently, one hand taking care of the zipper on Sho's jeans and pushing his hand underneath the band of Sho's underwear, fingers cool as they brushed against Sho's overheated skin.
Sho tangled one hand in Aiba's hair, fingers slipping through silky strands as he pulled him up for a kiss, tasting the faint heat of the ginger tea they had both been drinking on Aiba's lips. Aiba's kisses were sure and confident, tracing the corner of Sho's mouth with the tip of his tongue and teasing away when Sho gripped his head, trying to deepen the kiss.
Sho tugged at the hem of Aiba's shirt. "Lose this," he said against Aiba's lips, surprised at how breathless he sounded. He couldn't see Aiba's eyes through the bangs that were falling in his face, but Aiba got the message and sat back on Sho's hips briefly to tug the shirt over his head, tossing it over the arm of the couch carelessly.
Sho slid his hand over the curve of Aiba's bare shoulder, breath hitching a little as Aiba's mouth twisted into a mischievous smile and he palmed Sho through his underwear, cupping and stroking rhythmically as Sho began to harden.
"See, you're relaxing already!" Aiba sounded undyingly triumphant.
"Hope you don't plan on taking it too easy," Sho gasped out, before he flipped their positions - not exactly easy to do without landing them both on the floor, as Aiba's couch was plush, but not exactly wide - one knee sliding in between Aiba's spread legs and pinning Aiba's shoulders to the couch with one hand. He enjoyed the surprised, almost hungry look in Aiba's eyes as Sho used his free hand to undo Aiba's pants, sliding the denim down Aiba's hips and brushing his thumb deliberately over the bulge in Aiba's underwear.
"Ah - fast?" Aiba arched into the touch, sliding his hand around Sho's thigh, fingers digging in a little into the denim of his jeans. "Or slow?"
"We're going at my pace now." Sho slipped his hand into Aiba's underwear, stroking his length. He grinned as Aiba's eyes rolled back and he squirmed with a groan as Sho's thumb dragging slowly on the underside of Aiba's cock, working him steadily.
"Well, whatever you say," Aiba managed breathlessly. His hands were flying everywhere, like he was trying to touch every piece of Sho all at once, sliding down his back and over the muscled curve of his ass, dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans. He rocked his hips into Sho's touch, head thrown back to reveal his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he panted. "But you're definitely going to have to get rid of those pants."
They managed, somehow, although Aiba almost accidentally knocked Sho off the couch as Sho struggled to kick his pants off - his shirt following shortly after - and was in a fit of giggles as Sho worked on Aiba's pants, chest still hitching with laughter as Sho tossed the clothing in an undignified heap on the floor. Sho settled back down on top of Aiba, their bare legs tangling together.
"That's much better." Aiba's laugh slowed, his eyes dark and predatory. He wrapped one leg around Sho's waist, pressing up his hips against Sho's and grinding up purposefully, urgently, his hands clutching Sho's back and fingers sliding over sweat-slick skin.
Sho thrust back down against Aiba, claiming Aiba's open mouth with another kiss. He sucked on Aiba's full bottom lip and rolled with Aiba's movements, one hand pressed low on Aiba's back to control the rhythm, to press Aiba closer as their movements get faster, more frantic.
Sho felt Aiba's muscles tighten beneath his hand as he stiffened and came, still rocking his hips against Sho's frantically as he broke the kiss and buried his head in the crook of Sho's neck, panting into his shoulder. Sho rode Aiba's shudder, rolling his hips down and coming with a groan a minute later, collapsing bonelessly on top of Aiba.
"Sho-chan is heavy," Aiba muttered into his shoulder, breaking the silence between them. Sho grunted exasperatedly, sliding off Aiba until they were lying side by side facing each other, legs still entwined.
"Feel better?" Aiba's bare foot traced the curve of Sho's ankle up to his knee, eyes a little glassy and tired, a bright smile quirking up the corners of his lip. Sho pulled him a little closer, so their chests were pressed together, Aiba's skin flush and warm against his, faintly sticky with sweat.
"Yes." Sho gently kissed Aiba's shoulder, tucking his head underneath Aiba's chin. "Thank you," he adds politely, as something of an afterthought.
"Clearly you should listen to my ideas more often." Aiba was smug and warm and pliant against him, which made Sho a little less inclined to even bother to argue with him. "And then Sho-chan wouldn't be so stressed and frustrated all of the time!"
"Right," Sho agreed absentmindedly, stroking through Aiba's hair softly with his fingers. "Sure, Masaki, whatever."
*
It wasn't until three days later, when he was backed against the water cooler in the break room by his very determined and helpful bandmate that Sho realized that giving Aiba clearance to deal with his 'stress' in whatever way he wanted had probably been a bad idea.
"Aiba, no!" Sho yelped, swatting Aiba's hands away. "Nino, a little help here?"
"Manager said pants on, guys," Nino called over from the couch, eyes glued to his DS screen.
"He was mostly talking to you." Aiba made a wild grab for Sho's belt. "Since you were so interested in my underwear this morning."
"I just wanted to see if they were mine." Nino flipped his DS shut with a catlike grin, lounging back on the couch. "But by all means, do continue. I'm enjoying this."
"That excuse only worked the first five times." Aiba was taller than Sho and surprisingly strong, despite his skinny arms. "Stop struggling, Sho-chan - this is for your own good, like you said!"
"I agreed to nothing, I would very much like to keep my pants on, and we have to be back on set in six minutes," Sho hissed, grabbing Aiba's flailing hands and pinning them to his sides. "This is not a good time. Go bother Jun or something if you need a distraction."
"But you're all stressed again." Someone had to tell Aiba that his puppy eyes were really, really ineff - oh, hell.
"It's just not a good time," Sho repeated, releasing Aiba's hands and squeezing his wrist apologetically. "I'm just fine, I'm not going to explode or anything."
"What a shame," Nino muttered, going back to his DS.
"Later?" Aiba was definitely in a difficult mood this morning, the kind that took a lot of patience and hugs and time to deal with and Sho really didn't have the energy to deal with that right now.
"Ye- no. Maybe." Sho clarified, thinking about the scripts and newspapers and briefings waiting for him in his bag after they finished filming for the day.
"It's important that you relax, Sho-chan," Nino commented sweetly, thumbs flying over his console. "Hey, Aiba, hasn't Captain looked tired lately, too?"
Aiba's eyes practically lit up. "He's been yawning all morning," he breathed. "And slouching."
"How on earth is that any different from usual?" Sho muttered.
"We should help him out, ne." Nino's smile was wide and innocent and completely terrifying. "Like good members would."
Aiba looked thrilled. "He just needs us to help him relax a bit."
"Three minutes, please!" A staff poked her head quickly around the doorway, not even blinking at the sight of Aiba still pressed almost fully against Sho by the wall before ducking back out again.
"After the filming." Sho shoved Aiba roughly over towards the door, ignoring his protests of "Sho-chan, that hurts!" and Nino's cackles. "You can help everyone relax all you want, as long as you smile and keep your pants on and leave Captain alone while the cameras are rolling."
"Sure," Aiba said brightly and Sho almost, almost believed him.
It's about the third time that Ohno squeaks and shifts in his seat on the couch next to Aiba that Sho decided wearily that it was only fair that Aiba wanted to help him get rid of his stress - since most of the time, he was bound and determined to be the cause, anyways.
FIN
cross-posted to jent_fanfics
ETA: This is my 11th Arashi fic, not including drabbles and such, which is now the most I've written for any single fandom (I think I wrote 10 for both Prince of Tennis and Harry Potter?). And still going strong! Milestone, yay. :D