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yuuki_nyanmaruGenre(s): Salaryman!AU, Slice of life, Fluff
But he had to admit that the scenery was really beautiful. He would stay hours taking pictures of the lights and enjoying the view, and he would probably do this at the moment if it wasn’t for the freezing cold which was killing him.
“We’ve been here for a half an hour, I’m dying here!” Aiba exclaimed while clasping his hands together and rubbing them.
“It’s the fifth time that you say this, can’t you just suffer in silence?” whined Matsumoto, his friend. After having talked, he put again his mouth under his scarf.
“It’s you the one who brought me here, so now you’ll listen to me!”
“You said that you wanted to go to an Aiseki Izakaya!” the younger man said, turning to face Aiba.
“And you said that if we had to go, then we should have gone to Nino’s one!” he retorted back.
“First, he is our friend so he would help us here passing us only good-looking people. Second, this is the only Aiseki Izakaya for homosexual men we know of,” Jun said and before Aiba could speak again, he added “Third, I shouldn’t even be here in the first place. You dragged me here using the ‘Aren’t we friends?’ excuse!”
“Your friend hasn’t had a date since ages and is about to have one with a total stranger, would you really leave him alone in such a situation?”
“Honestly, yes.”
“Honestly, you suck.”
“Honestly, tonight you should think of sucking other things you know.”
They immediately turned as soon as the teasing voice, which said that dirty joke, came to their ears. Having his hands on each one of their shoulders, Ninomiya was standing behind them wearing his usual playful grin and his uniform.
“You were so into your conversation that you weren’t hearing me calling you. I had to come out here in this cold for you two!” he said faking angriness, before smiling gently and urging them to come in.
Finally inside, Aiba’s body started to defrost, warmth spreading all around his cells. They weren’t led to one of the many tables which filled the place, but to a separated room. On the path he looked around, noticing how people were enjoying themselves, talking lively between them. He was sure to even have seen two men exchanging business cards.
He wondered if it was that easy. Could be really so simple to find someone with whom you are so at ease? With whom you could talk about anything? Or maybe, the only complicated one was him. Truth to be told, even though he seemed to be a very friendly and outgoing person, actually he was very shy and not so nice to have around. Compared to him, Jun was a way more interesting person than him, in fact, he felt that tonight the one to find a date would be his friend. Even though they were there for his sake, there were more chances for Jun to match with someone. And how could he blame them? He would go for him too, if he wasn’t his dear friend.
“You are my friends, but business is business and money is money,” Ninomiya started when they entered the room, then said “So, guys, I won’t charge you the private room but the fixed price for the entry,”
“Thank you Nino, we appreciate it,” Jun said.
Aiba and Matsumoto sat down at the large table while their friend left and returned two minutes later with their glasses filled with beer.
“Now just wait, I’ll send you someone as soon as I can. The fixed time is thirty minutes for each session. If you don’t like the people I will send you, just let me know. And yes, I’ll try to send only the hot ones,” he explained and exchanged a knowing look with Jun, since they had already talked about it beforehand.
“Say Nino...Does this thing actually work?” asked Masaki, beginning to feel uneasy in that environment.
“If this doesn’t work, I will give up,” Kazunari affirmed.
“Same here, I will give up too,” followed the other.
“Why? Am I that hopeless?” he asked whining a bit.
“I’m off to serve the customers, see you in a bit!” exclaimed the owner of the Izakaya, clearly avoiding to reply to his question.
As Nino walked out of the room and Jun laughed, Masaki sighed and blurted out an “I hate you guys.”
Even after taking off their coats, taking a sip of beer and settling down, the other man was still slightly laughing.
“Really, what’s the problem with desiring a relationship?” he asked annoyed.
“I’m not laughing at you, but at Nino’s behaviour,” Matsumoto replied, and then reassured him “There’s nothing wrong with wanting that, it’s great actually!”
“Then, why can’t I find the love?” he leaned back on his seat, exhaling deeply.
“In my point of view, the more you search for love the more you won’t be able to find it. I think that you have to wait for love to come at you or else you will never find it.”
“Really?”
“Well, consider that I haven’t been in a relationship almost as much as you, so probably my words aren’t reliable at all,” Jun said, and let out a small but intense laughter. Probably he felt embarrassed as soon as he said that, so he tried to laugh it off.
He pondered on Jun’s words. They might be true. After all, it could be possible that he had spent so much time chasing love to have made it run away. He was so focused on finding it, that he didn’t let himself be found. However, he couldn’t stay waiting for all his life, he had to do his part too. Slow and steady doesn’t win the race, they say, right?
“Here we are, please come in.”
Waking up from his thoughts, Aiba turned his head to the door and saw Nino followed by two men.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. Enjoy yourself,” the owner gently said and exited the room. With the corner of his eye, Aiba noticed how Nino winked at them, and the reason of that was for sure the men he brought.
Focusing on them, and realizing that Jun and them were already greeting each other, he opened his mouth and let out a simple “Hi,”, too low for someone to actually notice it. To his surprise though, the man who was sitting on the seat in front of him, replied him with “Hello, nice to meet you,” meaning that he had heard him speaking.
When the two settled down, the four of them joined their glasses and toasted to a great night.
“Then, let’s begin the introductions. I’m Matsumoto Jun.”
“I’m Ohno Satoshi, nice to meet you,” replied the man ahead of his friend. He was short, probably around the same height as Nino or even less, his skin wasn’t fair, or probably he was tanned. But how to get tanned in December?
Looking at his eyes, Aiba could only feel calm. And indeed, he really seemed relaxed and at peace. That man sure didn’t give off the feeling of unfriendliness and uneasiness. The problem though, was that he was so much calm to seem as if he was detached from the situation, like he was actually somewhere else with his mind.
“I’m Sakurai Sho,” the other man said. Aiba moved his eyes on him and came to realize only at that moment, how handsome the man was. The shirt he was wearing really suited him, and the fact that the sleeves were a bit rolled up showing his forearms, one of them wearing a clearly expensive watch, only boosted his look. His face was probably carved by some God because it was perfect, every single inch of it. His round cheeks, his full lips, his eyebrows, his nose, his eyes.
“His eyes are so intense, as if I could drown in them,” Aiba thought, mesmerized by the loveliness of the other man.
“Aiba!”
Coming back again to reality, he found himself in a pretty embarrassing situation. Jun had just lightly elbowed him for making him focus. Sakurai and Ohno were staring at him, the latter with a confused expression while the first with a smug one. Surely he had noticed the way he was looking at him. He had to find an excuse.
“Sorry, I was thinking h-how Sakurai seemed familiar,” he said, his voice a bit shaky.
“Have the two of you met before?” Ohno questioned curious.
“I don’t think so. Maybe we had come across each other somewhere,” the handsome man replied, his face now curious and not anymore amused.
“Probably, I go out a lot after all,” Aiba said and let out a nervous laugh.
“You still have to introduce yourself,” his friend reminded him, whispering in his ear.
“Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Aiba Masaki.”
Without Jun, he would be done for, he couldn’t really handle those kind of situations. For a shy and reserved person like him, that environment was hostile, like a dog in a place full of cats. That’s why he let Jun take the lead for their side, and from what he could see, even Ohno let Sakurai do it for theirs.
They decided to order the food, since they had the chance thanks to the private room, and ordered karaage, salad and some yakisoba. Soon the food was on their table and Aiba took refuge in that. With the corner of his eye he saw how Jun eye-rolled at him, since he was purposely eating slower so that he couldn’t talk.
“Please Jun, help me,” he hoped to send him some mental signal which actually happened, since Matsumoto started to ask questions so they could start a proper conversation.
20 minutes, some beers and a portion of yakisoba and karaage later, they learned that Ohno was the oldest between them, he had 38 years old. He owned a bakery and he liked to draw and to fish, and this explained the unusual tan in winter. Sakurai instead was a salaryman, like him, had 36 years old, like him, and one of his passions was traveling, like him. Needless to say that, as of that moment, the number of nudges which Jun gave him was relatively high.
Indeed, Sho really seemed the perfect match for him. They had many things in common and he was even following everything he was saying no matter how fast he would change subject, something that only his family, Jun and Nino had mastered throughout the years.
“It was such an incredible experience. However, I would never do it again,” Aiba concluded laughing.
“Climbing Mount Fuji must be really awesome. Unfortunately I’m not really fond of climbings, but I guess that at least I have to conquer Mount Fuji. It’s a one in a lifetime after all,” replied Sakurai, his eyes absent as if he were imaging himself at the top of the mountain.
“You really should,” he suggested.
It really amazed him how he was no longer the shy and nervous man who crossed the threshold of the izakaya. All the uneasy feelings he had before were now gone, leaving space to his most bright side. He was even leaning a bit forward and so was Sho.
However, when he glanced at the two at Sho’s and his side, his really good mood went down. Matsumoto and Ohno were drinking and eating silently, not talking between them but not even following anymore Sakurai’s and his conversation. Could it be that Sho and him were too focused on each other to not have thought about them? Or even worse, could it be that the other two were so different to not even find a topic to talk about?
Checking his watch, he saw how they only had ten minutes left. He really liked Sho and sincerely he didn’t want to see others people tonight, he would rather spend his time deepening his conversation with him, so he could learn more and more about him.
“Jun, can you accompany me to the restroom? You know how I always get lost in public places,” he said laughing, hoping that Sakurai and Ohno would buy it.
“Okay…” Jun replied, his face puzzled.
They excused themselves and exited the room. When they were in the restroom, Aiba checked if they were alone so they could talk freely and luckily, they were.
“So, what happened?” Jun immediately asked.
“Sorry to have you brought you here, but-”
“Actually, I should thank you because I was almost dying out of boredom,” Matsumoto blurted out and let out a sigh.
“I noticed. Is it so difficult to talk with Ohno?”
“I tried and failed. Our interests are too different and he wasn’t even replying properly to my questions. I struggled for getting a reply longer than a sentence, and it was only when I brought up fishing! That old man is impossible to relate with! He is so impolite!” his friend erupted what, probably, he had held inside for the whole time.
“Maybe he isn’t the talkative type…”
“I don’t care! I don’t want to see him ever again!” he continued, his tone being dangerously louder.
“Calm down Jun, now we will go back there and-”
“What? I’m not going to return in there as long as he will be there. Let’s go find Nino so we can tell him that we want to change them, so he can send us other ones,” Jun said reaching for the door.
“No!” Aiba blocked him taking his arm, and while bringing him back, he affirmed “I’m not going to do it. I like Sho, I think that between us there could be something more.”
“Already? He is the first one you see, how can you know that?” the younger man asked bewildered.
“When you know, you know, Jun.”
“You watch too many romcoms.”
“Probably, but I do think what I said,” he stated with a serious expression.
“Then, you can stay here, I’m off. After all, my role was supporting you until you found someone, and since you already did, I fulfilled my duty,” Jun replied and taking Aiba’s hand, he removed it from his arm.
“Thank you for tonight, I would have been lost without you there…”
“I have just talked at the beginning, the one who did everything was Sakurai. As soon as he got interested in you, which happened pretty fast, he totally went for you and I didn’t have to open my mouth anymore,” he explained amused.
“Do you really think that he is interested in me?” Aiba asked happily.
“For the past half an hour he has spoken mainly with you, Aiba.”
“Maybe he is interested in a friendship…?” he asked in a whisper.
“And of course you make such longing and yearning stares at your friend.”
Aiba looked at Jun in disbelief and exclaimed “Are you for real?!”
“Gosh, how can you not be aware of such things? Have you actually drown in his eyes?” the other man joked faking a sigh of disappointment. Then, Jun continued by encouraging him to ask for his phone number or, even better, if he wanted to go to another place.
That was a good idea. Not only he didn’t have the weight of Jun being dragged along against his will, but if Sakurai accepted then he would know that he liked him too.
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“Was he really that bad?” Sakurai asked, laughing at his friend outburst.
“Are you even asking? That pretentious guy wouldn’t stop bragging about his bonsai, cooking skills, the places he knows and the new trends!” Ohno said angrily, crossing his arms.
“Ohno, he wasn’t bragging, he was just trying to find something to talk about. It’s difficult to talk with you, you know,” he said, justifying the other man.
“And how can you know that? You were too hypnotized by Aiba to actually understand what was happening around you.”
Sakurai, who was swallowing a sip of his beer, almost choked on it due to his friend’s words.
“I w-wasn’t like that...” he said trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Yeah, sure. Well, anyway, since you have finally found someone you like and the thirty-minutes-limited time is ending, I guess that there’s no need to go on with this night, right? Just ask him to go somewhere else or ask for his phone number, and I will be finally free to go home.”
“Are you sure? Don’t you want to stay out a bit more?” Sho asked, silently accepting Ohno’s suggestion.
“That guy gave me a headache, I just want to go home,” the older man replied closing his eyes and exhaling deeply.
“Then it’s decided. Thank you for your work today,” Sho joked and laughed at Ohno’s words.
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In all his life, Aiba had never made arrangements that fast. In some minutes, Sakurai and him had agreed to go to a bar nearby, which apparently Sho was a fond customer of. Jun and Ohno, instead, had immediately retread themselves, saying that they were tired so they would call a taxi and go home.
Ten minutes later, they were all out of the Izakaya. Aiba saw the satisfied look on Nino’s face when he said him goodbye. Indeed, he had all the reason for feeling proud, since he managed to find someone for Aiba at the first try.
“Then, let’s part ways,” Sakurai told the other two.
Waving off each other, Sho and Masaki went off toward the bar’s direction while the other pair moved toward the taxi stop.
“I wonder if the two of them will be okay…” Aiba murmured, looking behind for seeing his friend and the other man.
“Let’s hope that they won’t harm each other,” Sakurai said but when he noticed Aiba’s worried expression, he instantly added “I was joking, sorry. Don’t worry, I’m sure that they are mature enough to not get in an argument.”
Aiba gave a nod as a reply and hid his mouth under his scarf, due to the heavy cold. Luckily, the bar wasn’t too far.
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“Okay, I don’t like you and you don’t like me, it’s clear,” Jun started and when he was sure to have the older man’s attention, he continued “But we both saw how Aiba and Sakurai hit it off pretty well with each other, meaning that for sure we will see each other again in the future.”
“So…?” Ohno questioned raising an eyebrow.
“So we have to get on well too, or at least try to do that. We have to do it for them.”
Ohno sighed but agreed with him, affirming that “They’re our friends after all, if they decide to get together we can’t let them worry if we will behave around each other.”
“Truce?”
“Truce,” Ohno declared and shook the hand Jun was offering him.
After that, silence filled the space between the two men, who were waiting for the taxi they had previously called.
Matsumoto, being the stubborn man he was, wanted to at least have what could be called a proper conversation. If they really had to get on well, they needed to talk a bit. And now that their “disagreement” was gone, maybe they could really talk.
Soon enough though, an argument was again created. It really seemed as if they were repulsive poles which couldn’t even stay near a bit.
“Do you really think I am a conceited person?!” questioned Jun astonished.
“And do you really think I am a rude person?!” retorted back Ohno.
“You didn’t try even for a minute to be polite! No wonder you are single since ancient times!”
“And no wonder no one wants such a narcissist!”
“At least I don’t seem Anpanman!”
“This Anpanman though has way more success than you!”
“As if I believe that. No one would actually want to stay with you,” Jun affirmed.
“You don’t even know what you’re saying.”
“Prove me wrong, then,” he crossed his arms with a provocative demeanor.
“I will gladly do that.”
And as their angry and challenging gazes were meeting, their taxi stopped right in front of them. They got on it and without asking Jun anything, Ohno told the driver his address.
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By now Aiba couldn’t understand anymore if he had become that giggly, light-headed and way too happy due to the alcohol or due to Sho. And for sure Aiba’s state of mind wasn’t helped by his closeness, since the bar was full and they had to sit very close at the counter. There was almost no space between their stools and this made their legs and arms touch each other quite frequently.
“I can’t believe that finally I had luck and found a good one…”
“Why are you smiling like that? Don’t tell me that you are drunk,” Sho teased Aiba, nudging him a bit.
“I-I’m not!” he replied embarrassed since he was caught red-handed, but he tried to recompose himself and being funny by saying “If I was drunk, I would already be crying on your shoulder.”
“Oh so you’re the crying-type? I’m the scratching-type instead,” he observed, finishing his drink.
“That’s why you were scratching your back before!” Aiba said, finally realizing the reason of the other man’s actions.
“Exactly,” Sho replied laughing.
They kept on chatting for a bit more until they realized that it had become late. And as they were walking toward the exit, Aiba was frantically searching for a reason to stay a bit more with Sho, even just a little bit. He didn’t want to seem desperate though, after all it was just their first encounter, but he still wanted to spend more time with him.
“I guess that I’ll have to wait for the second time...How I wish that some miracle could happen,” he thought when they were outside the place.
When Sakurai took out his phone for calling a taxi, he knitted together his eyebrows and then looked confused at Aiba.
“Is something wrong?” he questioned a bit worried.
“It seems that tonight I don’t have a place to return to,” he declared.
Aiba’s face became puzzled, not understanding what he meant, so Sakurai showed him his phone. In the LINE chat with Ohno, there was a message saying “Don’t come home,” sent one hour before.
“Did he really kick me out?” his tone not irritated but amused.
“Do you live with him?” Aiba asked.
“Yes, we’ve been roommates for 3 years. And even though it would seem weird, this sort of thing had actually happened in the past, that’s why I’m kind of used.”
That surprised Aiba very much, for some reason, the idea of Ohno kicking out Sho because of his ‘business’ was strange. If before he saw a calm man, now he had discovered a new side of him.
“Well, I guess that I have to find an hotel,” Sho’s voice brought him back from his thoughts, and as soon as he got what his current situation was, Masaki took the chance and made his move.
“You can sleep at mine, if it’s fine f-for you…” he said, gathering up all his courage.
Sakurai’s face lit up, as if he were waiting for it.
“Are you sure that it’s not a problem?” he still asked.
“Yes. As long as we don’t do ‘anything’ since there would be Jun. His house is being renovated so I’m hosting him at the moment,” Aiba explained. Frankly, as soon as Jun came to his mind, he started to ponder on the possibility on kicking him out too.
“There’s no problem. I don’t do ‘anything’ on the first date after all.”
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“Sorry if it’s a bit messy, we weren’t expecting visitors tonight,” Aiba announced when they entered his apartment.
“It’s fine, ours is even worst,” Sakurai replied.
Switching on the lights, Aiba called out to Jun for informing him that Sho was there. When he didn’t have an answer the first time, he tried again and at the fourth time, he guessed that his friend wasn’t at home.
“Maybe he is out drinking somewhere...” he whispered, thinking out loud.
“So is he coming home or…?”
When Aiba turned, he got startled by the close presence of Sho. He didn’t think that he had followed him up until the living room, that’s why he let out a tiny yelp.
“What? Have you just realized that I’m ugly?” Sakurai asked laughing.
“No, no, you’re handsome. It’s just that you scared me-” as soon as he had finished to speak, he noticed the smug smile on the other man’s face and understood what he had said. Well, not that it wasn’t a lie, but he felt as if he had exposed himself like this.
“Why that face? At this point, I think that it’s pretty clear that we both have interest in each other,” the older man affirmed and Aiba could only agree. They wouldn’t have come this far if they didn’t like each other.
Only some seconds after though, he became conscious of the fact that Sho had just admitted to feel something for him. Of course, it had been really clear since they agreed on going somewhere else after the Izakaya, but hearing it from the person himself really made him conscious of it.
Luckily though, he remembered Sakurai’s question and managed to dodge the possible awkward moment.
“Jun will come home eventually, probably late at night but he will.”
“Then, I’ll sleep on the couch, right?”
“You can sleep with me, if you want.”
Sakurai looked at him with his eyes wide open, more amused than shocked, so Aiba immediately corrected himself “I didn’t mean in that sense! I meant just sleeping side by side!”
By now Sho was a laughing mess and Masaki would gladly hide under a rock. He had done perfectly for all the night, but it was as if a switch had turned on when he entered his apartment which made him a laughing stock.
“Sorry, but it was too hilarious,” Sho told him after having finished laughing.
After that, they agreed on Aiba’s idea and he even gave him the permission to use his shower and one of his pyjama. Masaki mentally cursed himself because that night, he will have to use all his willpower to not throw himself at the man who will sleep right next to him. And he had promised to not try to do anything.
“It will be a long night…” he exhaled deeply.
If before he was just cursing himself, now he really wanted to kill himself. He was feeling Sho’s proximity while they were laying on the bed, he was even afraid of moving an inch. Also when before it was his time to shower and he was entering the bathroom, he had a full view of Sho’s naked torso while he was going out of there. And let’s not add the thought of showering in the place where Sho had been naked just some minutes before.
Actually, it was a miracle how Masaki was managing to control himself and not get a full-boner. Even though the only things he could imagine at that moment were lewd ones.
Gathering up all his self-control, he took a deep breath and focused on everything but the man next to him. Unfortunately, though, his attention was broken by something or rather...by someone.
“Did he just tap my foot?”
It couldn’t be just his imagination because even though it was light, he had really felt the touch. Could it be that Sakurai needed something and was checking if he was awake?
“Do you need anything?” he asked, staying still in his position, facing the window.
He didn’t receive any response, instead his foot was touched again. Pondering on the fact that maybe the other man didn’t hear him, he repeated the question but once again he got a poke as a reply. Getting the same result even at the third try, he came to the conclusion that Sho was just moving in his sleep so he didn’t say anything else.
Just when he was about to relax again, something touched his back. At the second touch, he understood that it was Sho’s finger the one poking him. And at the third touch, he figured out that he was just playing with him, since he let out a light laugh. But why? Did he do something? Or...could it be that Sho had noticed his arousal?!
“Stay calm Aiba, you’re facing the other way, it can’t be.”
“Are you not going to turn around?”
He got a bit startled at the sudden question. So he was awake after all.
“Why should I? Shouldn’t we sleep?” he asked back.
“I have been poking at you for minutes, what does give you the idea that I want to sleep?”
Indeed, he had a point.
After pondering on the risk to turn around, he couldn’t be in full command of his faculties, at last he decided to do so. Probably Sakurai just wanted to chat a bit before going to sleep, after all there were still many things they didn’t talk about. When he finally faced the other man though, he figured out that the last thing Sho could have in his mind was talking.
The other man was biting his lower lip and even though he had his eyes half-closed, Masaki could see pretty well the lust in them. And as if this weren’t enough, he was showing a self-satisfied smile, as if he had just achieved his goal.
“Wait, weren’t you the one who said that he didn’t do anything on the first date?” he questioned knitting his eyebrows.
As a reply, Sho chuckled and he moved dangerously near him. He lifted himself up a bit, so that his face was above Masaki’s.
“Well, this isn’t a proper date, right? A kind of, but not an actual one,” Sho whispered, his eyes locked on his lips.
Liking very much Sakurai’s line of reasoning, Aiba took the other man’s face in his hands and claimed those lips he had desired for the whole night.
Soon they found themselves in a hug, which turned into a heated embrace when Sho grinded his hips against his.
“Then I wasn’t the only one excited down there,” Masaki remarked, feeling Sho’s bulge on him.
“Impossible not to be, you’re truly hot.”
He smiled and feeling thrilled at the sudden statement, he flipped them around so that he was now above Sho and kissed him again.
Even though they were both eager, they took their time. Slow hands running all over their bodies, exploring every inch, soon followed by lips and tongues. It was as if time had stopped for them, as if they were enclosed in a bubble where only that moment mattered. They weren’t thinking about what would happen the next morning, they were just thinking about the next second, the next move.
To his surprise, Sho wasn’t as dominant as his appearance would suggest. Instead, he was being rather...docile. Up until the real deal, when he became demanding and Masaki was more than glad to fulfill everything he asked. Be it a touch, a kiss, going faster, changing position, Masaki would literally do anything for him.
Probably it was due to the lack of ‘activity’ in the last months, but for Aiba it was being awesome. Not only his body but even his heart was enjoying it to the fullest and he literally saw the stars when they reached the climax.
Gasping for air, they looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.
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“Do you think that Ohno’s ban will be over now?” Aiba asked when they had arrived in front of the apartment of the two older men.
“It’s morning already, I don’t think that he’s at it even at this hour,” Sakurai replied taking out his keys.
“Then, I suppose it’s time to part…” he said putting his hands inside his coat pockets and looking down, trying to hide his pout.
“Well, aren’t you being a bit unfair?”
Aiba raised his gaze and looked at the other man, puzzled.
“You had your way with me last time, shouldn’t I have the same chance now?” Sakurai rested his hands on his chest, and looked at him with the same eyes as last night.
“As if you were reluctant, you seemed pretty keen on that actually,” he retorted back, smirking.
Between them a playful back and forth exchange started, in which at the end of every phrase they would come nearer and nearer, until they were just inches apart. And this time, it was Sho the one taking in his hands Aiba’s face and locking his lips with his.
Moving backward so that his back was now resting on the door, Sho was leading him into a passionate kiss. Without caring too much at the fact that they were in the hallway of the building, Sakurai introduced his tongue into his mouth and, if this was even possible, brought closer their bodies.
In-between the kiss, Aiba heard a ‘click’ sound and when the other man started to pull him backward, he understood that Sho had opened the door.
“Where is your bedroom?”
Aiba didn’t receive a reply, instead, Sho shook his head and whispered “I want you on the sofa.”
Before he could say anything, Sakurai turned them around so he could lead him to the living room. To tell the truth, Masaki had always been uneasy at that, but somehow he felt secure with the other man, as if he knew for sure that Sho wouldn’t make him fall or bump into something.
When they reached the living room’s sofa, Sho broke the kiss and looked right into his eyes. Smiling he pushed him back, making him fall on the couch. Though, Aiba had never reached it.
When he fell, he didn’t land on the soft material of the furniture, but a rather stiff surface.
“What the hell?!” someone yelled.
Aiba was thrown on the floor and as soon as he looked at the couch, his eyes and mouth were opened wide.
Ohno and Matsumoto were laying on the sofa, the latter above the first, naked and with just a blanket to cover them. Jun stayed still in shock as he looked at Aiba and Sakurai. Ohno slowly raised himself up a bit and blinked several times before rubbing his eyes, probably thinking that this was all a dream.
And as everyone’s gazes were going back and forth on each other, Aiba stood up and looked at Sho as if something just came to his mind.
“That’s why you were kicked out yesterday.”
The End
