Title: Drunken Nights
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG13/R (it’s questionable I guess XP)
Warning(s): Heehh… The structure is bad… And there is romance mixed in with some… actions I guess I could say ^^ It is a bit of teasing…
.:Note:.
This is the typed out version…I had a version of the story in my head and the typed one is definitely not as good as what I had though up originally. I went back and edited it… but it still didn’t have the same effect *sighs*. Well, I will try my best to get better at this kind of story.
My friend emirichan gave me the idea when we were watching Sho’s “Touch Me Now” concert performance. When it showed the bed scene she said “Just pretend that it’s Aiba in the bed.” XDD
I am sorry that it is kind of unstructured and all over the place ><” Forgive me for that. It also ends kind of abruptly. I couldn’t figure out how to continue on…

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Aiba looked at Sho, who was lying peacefully by his side in the queen sized bed. He smiled at the face that was so relaxed and at ease. Then he turned on his side and immersed himself in memories of that night.

 

            They had all been at the bar and Aiba, who had nominated himself for designated driver, was in the front seat of the car. Sho was in the passenger side facing the back seats which held Nino, Ohno, and Jun and was talking animatedly with the other three. Aiba’s eyes were at the road ahead of him. He had only designated himself as the driver because his mind was in too much turmoil to be taking hits from alcohol.

            He dropped off Nino first, who dragged Ohno along with him, the two giggling like girls with great gossip. He could only imagine what the pair would do in the confines of the house. Next was Jun, who collapsed on his couch and started snoring, asleep. Finally was Sho. He appeared to be asleep in the seat next to Aiba, having lost all animation, but he couldn’t tell. All he wanted to do was hurry up and get home to the privacy of his room, his bed. He wanted to think about the thing that had been troubling him lately…

            Sho’s eyes drifted open as the car stopped by his house. His eyes slid over towards Aiba who was looking at him expectantly, wanting him out of the car. Sho didn’t move. Aiba clicked his tongue and turned off the car.  He walked over to the passenger side of the car and opened it for the older man and led him to the front door of the house. He couldn’t help but think that Sho must’ve had too much to drink that night, like the others. Sho opened the door, but instead of going in he turned to Aiba and looked at him again. Something was wrong with the normally chipper Aiba. He hadn’t laughed or smiled the whole time the band was at the bar.

            “Sho-kun,” Aiba sighed. “Are you going to go in?” Sho’s brow furrowed at Aiba’s use of the formality “kun”. He was usually addressed “Sho-chan” by the younger. He grabbed Aiba by the arm and roughly pulled him inside, pushing him against the door as it closed. He made sure that the only part of Aiba’s body that he touched was his upper. He didn’t want his body to react to the touch. Sho squeezed Aiba’s shoulders and pressed his forehead against the younger’s, staring into his eyes.

            “Aiba-chan,” he whispered, not trusting his voice, he was too upset. Aiba smelled a hint of alcohol on Sho’s breath, but not as much as he had expected. “Why are you so… unhappy today?” Sho watched as Aiba’s eyes flicked away from his, filling with tears. They were tears of shame and secrets. He didn’t want to tell Sho what had been on his mind. It wasn’t anything that he needed to be worried about, anything that should be going on.

            As a tear slid down his cheek, Aiba closed his eyes, shutting out Sho’s face. He felt a hand move from his shoulder to his cheek and two fingers wiped away the tear. “Aiba…” Sho crooned “Aiba, you know how sad it makes me when you cry. Please, don’t.” Aiba was used to Sho always being there to give his hand a tight squeeze or to wrap him in a strong hug when he was in tears, but this gesture was much different. It wasn’t at all rough like usual. It was tender and surprisingly loving. Aiba leaned into the hand taking a deep, shaky breath.

            “Gomen ne, Sho-chan,” he said with such helplessness and honesty that Sho reacted without a second thought. He cupped Aiba’s face in both of his hands and pressed his mouth against the younger ones. Aiba gasped and Sho took the chance to slightly touch his tongue to his. He waited for a response from Aiba, but he was pushed away with trembling hands.

            Aiba was looking down, knowing that his face would be bright red. “Sho-chan, you’re drunk. You should be resting.” Sho was annoyed. Hadn’t the younger been paying any attention at all? He tipped Aiba’s head up with two fingers and took pleasure in the color that was splayed across his cheeks. He forced Aiba to look into his eyes once more. As he did, Aiba saw not the eyes of a drunk, but the eyes of a person full of passion, annoyance, and slight worry.

            “I’m not as drunk as you think, Aiba-chan,” Sho murmured. He ran his hands down Aiba’s arms and took even more pleasure in the slight shiver that resulted. He continued his voyage about Aiba’s body.

            It took all Aiba had to keep his knees locked and hips straight as Sho ran his warm hands over his chest under his shirt. Sho tugged at the shirt and Aiba obediently raised his arms in order to have it stripped from his body.

            Both of the men’s eyes were half closed as Sho’s traveled down Aiba’s slender body. They snatched on the scar and he automatically raised a hand to stroke the pinkish line. Aiba moaned and closed his eyes as heat pulsed through his veins. “Does that feel good, Aiba-chan?” Sho asked his voice husky with lust. He wanted more. And he wanted it now, but he also took a sadistic pleasure in tormenting the younger man with his actions.

            “Mmm!” Aiba exlaimed as Sho’s hand ran along the side of his thigh and back up to rest on the bulge that had resulted because of Sho’s actions. Sho stroked it gently and had his own reaction to Aiba’s groans of pleasure.

            He raised his lips up to Aiba’s ear and breathed into it, “I asked if it felt good, Aiba-chan.” A shiver ran down Aiba’s spine and his heart pitched forward along with his lower body, colliding with Sho’s. He realized that he was being totally and completely dragged along by Sho, but it just felt so damn good. After all those thoughts, all those questions that had run through his mind, it was finally the real thing.

            Sho licked Aiba’s ear then let his teeth run against it, making Aiba shudder once again. He wanted his answer and Aiba realized this. “Hai,” he answered and grabbed the back of Sho’s head, pressing his lips onto the elders.

            Sho was surprised that Aiba had taken initiative, but enjoyed it. He grazed a finger along the lining of Aiba’s jeans and stuck a finger down them, taunting the other man….

 

Aiba didn’t get to continue running through his memories as sleep overtook him. What a night, he thought just before he fell unconscious.