Title: Drunken Nights (Rough/Alternate)
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG13/R (it’s questionable I guess XP)
Warning(s): Heehh… The structure is bad… worse than the other one… and it kind goes into nowhere. It is a bit of teasing… sexually.
.:Note:.
{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}
This is the one that is originally in my journal; it is rough and very unedited. It is not nearly as good as the one-shot version, I think, but Emirichan told me that I should type it up. It’s different, that’s why I called it “Alternate”. I don’t think that this one is all that great. It goes nowhere. So if you want to read the better structured and worded one (in my opinion) read this one: One-Shot

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Aiba led the way out of the bar, making sure that everyone, Sho, Nino, Ohno and Jun, was following close behind. He had nominated himself designated driver for this one trip as he had not felt much like drinking. He ushered everyone into his car wanting to get them all home before his wasted band mates either fell asleep on him or revisited their dinner.

            Sho slid into the passenger seat beside Aiba and turned to chat drunkenly with the three seated in the back. Aiba sighed, which he did not do too often, as he put the car into reverse and pulled out of the bar parking lot.

            The first he had to drop off was Nino. Aiba pulled over next to Nino’s house and got out of the seat, heading up to the door. Behind him, Nino pulled Ohno along side him, both men giggling like little girls with gossip. A smile twitched at the edge of Aiba’s lips. He could only imagine what would go on that night between the pair. He unlocked the door to let them in; they were too drunk to do it themselves, and threw the key in behind them. He wished them good night, a full smirk growing on his face as he went back to the car.

            Sho and Jun were still talking animatedly about drunken things while Aiba slid into the front set. The next to drop off was Jun, and Aiba did the same with his as he had with Nino. He watched Jun stumble into his house and collapse on the couch. Aiba quietly wished him a goodnight as well and went back to the car where Sho was sitting stoically.

            Throughout the whole car ride, Sho did not speak one word to Aiba. Aiba’s mind did not comprehend that he might still be awake as Sho’s eyes were closed. He spoke Sho’s name quietly once they reached the house and watched while Sho’s eyelids drifted open. Aiba got out of the car at the same time as Sho and led the way up to the house. He unlocked the door and held it open for Sho, but he just stood there, staring intently at Aiba.

            Aiba started to fret, but the words “what’s wrong?” never got a chance to leave his lips.

            Sho grabbed Aiba and pulled him into his house, the front door falling shut behind them with a click. He pushed Aiba up against the door, holding his shoulders and pressing their foreheads together. Aiba was startled out of his wits. Sho’s eyes were locked on his and they stared at each other for several moments. Aiba smelled the alcohol on his breath, but the eyes he stared into were not drunken ones. They were lively and sparking with passion.

            Sho sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He brought one hand up to Aiba’s cheek and cupped it tenderly. “Aiba… what’s been up lately? You’re not as energetic as usual.” Aiba’s eyes flicked to the hand that rested on his cheek and back to the face only centimeters from his. The brows were furrowed with worry and the lips tight with sincerity. Aiba was used to Sho always being there when he needed him the most. Giving his hands quick, tight squeezes or giving him a fast, strong hug. Those actions had been enough. Tears pricked at Aiba’s eyes as he fumbled for the answer that he couldn’t voice. Sho’s eyes flew open as though he had seen the tears through the closed lids.

            “Don’t cry,” Sho whispered through lips that moved close to Aiba’s eyes. They lingered there for a second and Aiba squeezed his eyes shut just as Sho’s lips landed on one, then the other, picking up the tears that had not yet left his eyes. Aiba’s heart hitched in his chest then beat faster as the lips tenderly touched his eyes. His heart beat faster still as the hand that had been on his shoulder traveled slowly down his chest.

            “S-Sho,” Aiba stuttered, trying as best as he could not to let Sho hear the tremble in his voice. Sho moved his lips away from Aiba’s eyes, allowing them to open. Aiba grabbed Sho’s hand, which had reached his waistline and pushed Sho away from him, towards the bedroom. “You’re drunk,” he said.

            Sho’s eyes had clouded with hurt when Aiba had pushed him away, but now cleared again, pricked with hope. “Not as drunk as you may think,” he said and used his superior strength towards Aiba to push him onto the queen sized bed.

            Aiba couldn’t speak. His mind was filled with mixed thoughts of reason and pleasure. He felt tingles shoot though his body as the hand that had once been on his cheek traveled its way down his neck, tracing the lines in the dim light. Aiba arched his neck as Sho’s fingers splayed across it. That hand was the only part of Sho that was touching him and Aiba’s body yearned for more.

            Sho pulled his hand away fro Aiba’s neck and with both hands he traveled up Aiba’s upper body, under his shirt, and pulled it off. He then let his hands rest on Aiba’s chest, feeling the quick up and down movements that it made.

            Aiba watched as Sho’s eyes flicked from his upper chest to the lower, landing on his scar. A hand traced it and Aiba whimpered at the touch. He watched still when Sho lowered his head and let his lips graze the scar. Aiba gasped. The touch had caused a burning sensation to course throughout his veins, making his breath and heart speed uncontrollably.

            Sho lifted his head and swiftly repositioned himself so that one of Aiba’s legs was between his and the leg that was between Aiba’s slightly touch the spot in between. He felt Aiba’s response to the action.

            Sho reached his face towards Aiba’s and stared into his eyes for a moment. He seemed to find something that satisfied him because his mouth was abruptly pressed to Aiba’s.

            Aiba moaned deep in his throat as Sho’s tongue touched his lips, opening them and letting himself in. Aiba responded to the kiss with urgency.

            Sho was now pressing himself to Aiba. Aiba liked how he seemed to be doing the same to Sho as Sho was to him.