Day Ten and I am a BAD PERSON
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ciirceeSo I am randomly re-reading ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
waxrose's fantastic Saudade (from which my birthday present was formed ♥) and I'm listening to my music files on shuffle. And what should happen to shuffle up but 'Mandy'. As covered by Sung Si Kyung (which you can see here, if you're curious). I don't even really like that song.
D: Sung Si Kyung-ssi, DDD: And you too, Winamp. Boo. You suck.
Ah, anyway, onward to day ten! Several people have heard me mention this one. Yea, verily, it is the 'Sho's nipple-riffic photoshoot and his bandmates are whores' fic. Based on (and around, I suppose) Sho's recent +Act photoshoot. Especially this picture. (…sometimes I feel absolutely filthy.) ETA: But we can actually blameblood_opal for giving me this idea. I have warned her before, damn it! And where the hell is the rest of fandom to put an end to this?
Picture Perfect
Should have expected this, Sho thought when Jun and Nino pinned him against the door of the resting room. "Good morning?" he tried gamely.
"Hi," purred Nino, tugging his jacket off.
"'Morning," Jun said absently, busily working the buttons on Sho's favorite shirt. Well, it wasn't so much a favorite as it was the one with the most buttons, hands down.
"Wardrobe?" Sho asked hopefully, looking over Nino's head to where Ohno and Aiba were sitting on the couch.
Aiba smiled at him. "Not yet, Sho-chan," he said.
Ohno looked between Sho and the magazine that he was holding in his lap. "The light is wrong," he said. "Nino, push him over to Jun's side a little more."
"Hinges," Sho squeaked as Nino pushed and Jun pulled. The door hinges dug in uncomfortably alongside his spine.
"Better?" asked Jun, looking at Ohno.
Ohno nodded.
"Guys," said Sho.
"It's your own fault for slutting at the camera," Nino said in a comforting voice as he yanked Sho's shirt down his arms, tossing it aside to land on the floor. "Honestly, what did you think was going to happen?"
"Not this!" Sho said defensively. Though, really, he'd always known that the members of his band were jerks. "Did we do this to Jun after he practically invited the camera to rape him for Cut? No, we did not," he answered his own question.
Jun licked his ear teasingly, "I'd have let you," he said in a voice just above a whisper.
Matsumoto Jun was a fucking tease. "That's an outright lie," Sho said, refusing to look at Jun.
"It's a peace offering, Sho-chan," Aiba scolded. "Be nice to Jun-kun, he's trying to play nice with you."
"But keep looking like you're a little put out," Ohno added. "And bring your chin up a little more, towards Nino."
Sho shivered against the smooth coolness of the door. "Can't you just look at the magazine like everybody else?"
"Jun," murmured Nino, "he's not wearing a—thank you."
"Other people are happy with the magazine," Sho said seriously as Nino wrapped Jun's leather bracelet, still supple and warm from the heat of Jun's skin, around his wrist.
"But we don't have to be happy with the magazine," Aiba informed him patiently. "We have our very own Sho-chan right here. He's wearing a ring," he said, turning to Ohno. "That's not in the picture, right?"
Ohno glanced down at the magazine and Sho saw his lips press together in a tiny, thoughtful frown. "No, but let's let him keep it. Jun will like that, right?"
"Needs a necklace," Jun said, which was an agreement in Jun-doesn't-want-to-talk-about-that speak. "Masaki, check the box."
Aiba went to poke around in the communal jewelry box that they kept in their resting room. It was full of accessories that each member no longer wore, or else things they'd spotted while out that seemed made for one of the others. The general consensus was that if they needed the perfect item, it was probably in the box. "Long and silver with little-medium links, right?" Aiba asked, rummaging.
"Beads," Ohno replied, studying Sho critically before looking at the magazine again. "Nino, his belt. It looks like there's a dog whistle or something on the end," he said, turning back to Aiba again.
"We've got the chain," Aiba said, lifting a handful of possibilities out and bringing them to Ohno for inspection. "But no dog whistles and just flat pendants, mostly."
Ohno made a vague, displeased sound under his breath. "Round," he said.
"Oh-chan is a little picky," Nino told Sho comfortably, working the buckle on Sho's belt. As though somehow Sho didn't already know that about Ohno. "Here," he finished, curling Sho's hands over the now-open ends of his belt.
"Look," sighed Sho.
"I've got a sound we can use, but I want it back later," Aiba said, digging in his pants pocket as Ohno passed the necklace to Nino. He stood, digging deep into the front pocket on his jeans, and came up with a small, silver tube.
Sho closed his eyes briefly. Aiba had meant exactly what Sho had feared he meant when he had stated what he was offering. "Really," he said weakly as somebody made rattling, pendant-stringing noises nearby.
The necklace slid over Sho's head, the metal cold against his chest and he hissed, his eyes coming open with the sudden, tiny shock. Ohno was still on the couch, studying him critically. Aiba was standing next to Jun, thumbs hooked in his pockets and looking at Sho's chest. Jun and Nino still had him pinned to the door with firm hands and set bodies but they, too, were looking at him. Please don't ask, Sho thought fervently.
"Have you used it?" Ohno asked quietly.
Aiba's lips edged up in a secretive little smile.
Jun let out a small, ragged groan and his hands let go of Sho to seize Aiba, dragging him in for a biting kiss. Sho licked his lips and tried not to stare, tearing his eyes away to settle on Nino—who wasn't doing a damn thing to not stare at their bandmates.
"Really, Jun?" Nino asked. "The thought of making Sho wear Aiba's dirty sex toys turns you on?" Aiba giggled as Jun lifted his head to glare across Sho at Nino. "Because it's about damn time you were normal," Nino finished. "That's hot. C'mere," he said, tugging Aiba away from Jun. "You're sick," he said against Aiba's mouth, still wet from Jun's kiss.
"Guys," Sho said helplessly. "Seriously."
"Yeah," Ohno said, backing him up. Sho knew better than to be grateful for the unexpected support. "Sho's all done and you're blocking the view. And you're missing it," he added as an afterthought. Sho knew better because he knew them too well.
"Sorry," Nino and Aiba and Jun all chirruped in unison, letting go entirely and stepping back.
"Can we just go to work?" Sho asked. "We have a job to do, you know."
Nino rolled his eyes. "Captain," he said.
"Leader," Jun chimed in, sounding a little like a pouty kid.
Aiba giggled under his breath and kissed Sho's cheek. "Leader," he murmured, drifting gently to Sho's mouth. "Leader, Sho-chan is arguing."
Sho heard the magazine hit the floor with a dull slap and cursed himself for getting distracted by what Aiba's lips had been doing. "Satoshi," he said meaningfully as Jun, Aiba, and Nino scattered back to the couch. Ohno was moving toward him in that damn COOL & SOUL hipshot stalk. "C'mon, Satoshi, don't."
"Shh," Ohno said, leaning close, his palm resting on the wall by Sho's head. He could smell Ohno's cologne, spicy and faint. Ohno reached between them, across both of them and Sho head it: the faint, quiet click of the door lock snicking closed, locking the world at Sho's back out of the room.
He never should have told them what that sound did to him, Sho reflected as his muscles loosened. He could feel his breath coming a little faster, a little more labored. He should have never let on that that one tiny noise turned him on like fast, rough sex talk. "You guys are cruel bitches," Sho crabbed at them as Ohno went back to the couch, settling himself on the floor between Nino's knees, legs outstretched. "Seriously, fuck you guys."
"Shut up," Jun said serenely. "You're really wrecking things."
Fourteen seconds ticked by while Sho held his tongue and nobody moved. "We have jobs," he reminded them heatedly.
"I'm going to jerk off," Ohno announced.
Sho nearly bit his tongue as his mouth snapped shut. "There isn't time to do that!" he said when he found his voice a moment later. "Hey, all of you," he said, when it became apparent that everybody else was happy to follow their leader's example. "Hey!"
"Got it," Nino said, snapping his fingers. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Aiba-chan," he said, flipping it to the other side of the couch. Sho looked at Aiba instead of watching Nino unzip his pants.
"Manager-san, Manger!" Aiba cried into the phone, sounding upset and energetic. "Manger, we're looking at Sho-chan's pictures and we want to talk about the image it gives us—"
"Jun's were way worse," snapped Sho, unable to contain himself.
Aiba grinned at him and gave him a thumbs-up. "See!" he said into the phone. "And, but Sho-chan won't talk to us! He didn't want to hear it from the second he walked in!" Aiba sounded like he was about to start bouncing off of the walls. "Can you—" Aiba paused. "But we—" he said strenuously. "Our filming is—okay," he said, sounding relieved as well as upset and energetic. "Okay, we'll do our best!" He hit the off button on the phone and threw it back to Nino. "Manager says to take our time and get it all out and calm down and we can start filming when we're all ready."
"Height of the season," Jun congratulated Aiba, slouching comfortably next to him and throwing one of his legs over both of Aiba's own. It gave Sho an excellent view of how Jun was working his own belt open.
"I am not seasonal!" Aiba said without heat. Then, "Jun-chan, you should roll your cuffs back if you're going to sit so close. I don't want to stain you up accidentally."
Sho closed his eyes, turning his head so that he could only see the others from the corner of his eye. "I'm not talking to you guys," he warned them.
"You're not supposed to be talking at all," Nino said, "so that's good."
"I'm seriously not going to talk to you," Sho told him. "I'm totally not happy."
Ohno made an irritated noise. "Stop talking, Sho-kun. You're too noisy. And don't get any harder, okay? Half hard is okay but if you get hard all the way its no good."
I am never talking to any of you again, Sho thought fiercely. And I'm going to ask +Act to do shoots like this every month and I'm going to get to work before all of you. Forever.
"Pretty," somebody said breathily.
"I am going to fuck each and every one of you before this day is over," Sho told them. "You're going to be sorry. And when I find out whose idea this was, that person is going to be last."
"Next time he does a shoot let's make sure there's a gag involved."
PS.ferinough should totally write Sho finding/writing meaningful rap lyrics with 'Hop on Pop'.
waxrose's fantastic Saudade (from which my birthday present was formed ♥) and I'm listening to my music files on shuffle. And what should happen to shuffle up but 'Mandy'. As covered by Sung Si Kyung (which you can see here, if you're curious). I don't even really like that song.D: Sung Si Kyung-ssi, DDD: And you too, Winamp. Boo. You suck.
Ah, anyway, onward to day ten! Several people have heard me mention this one. Yea, verily, it is the 'Sho's nipple-riffic photoshoot and his bandmates are whores' fic. Based on (and around, I suppose) Sho's recent +Act photoshoot. Especially this picture. (…sometimes I feel absolutely filthy.) ETA: But we can actually blame
blood_opal for giving me this idea. I have warned her before, damn it! And where the hell is the rest of fandom to put an end to this?Picture Perfect
Should have expected this, Sho thought when Jun and Nino pinned him against the door of the resting room. "Good morning?" he tried gamely.
"Hi," purred Nino, tugging his jacket off.
"'Morning," Jun said absently, busily working the buttons on Sho's favorite shirt. Well, it wasn't so much a favorite as it was the one with the most buttons, hands down.
"Wardrobe?" Sho asked hopefully, looking over Nino's head to where Ohno and Aiba were sitting on the couch.
Aiba smiled at him. "Not yet, Sho-chan," he said.
Ohno looked between Sho and the magazine that he was holding in his lap. "The light is wrong," he said. "Nino, push him over to Jun's side a little more."
"Hinges," Sho squeaked as Nino pushed and Jun pulled. The door hinges dug in uncomfortably alongside his spine.
"Better?" asked Jun, looking at Ohno.
Ohno nodded.
"Guys," said Sho.
"It's your own fault for slutting at the camera," Nino said in a comforting voice as he yanked Sho's shirt down his arms, tossing it aside to land on the floor. "Honestly, what did you think was going to happen?"
"Not this!" Sho said defensively. Though, really, he'd always known that the members of his band were jerks. "Did we do this to Jun after he practically invited the camera to rape him for Cut? No, we did not," he answered his own question.
Jun licked his ear teasingly, "I'd have let you," he said in a voice just above a whisper.
Matsumoto Jun was a fucking tease. "That's an outright lie," Sho said, refusing to look at Jun.
"It's a peace offering, Sho-chan," Aiba scolded. "Be nice to Jun-kun, he's trying to play nice with you."
"But keep looking like you're a little put out," Ohno added. "And bring your chin up a little more, towards Nino."
Sho shivered against the smooth coolness of the door. "Can't you just look at the magazine like everybody else?"
"Jun," murmured Nino, "he's not wearing a—thank you."
"Other people are happy with the magazine," Sho said seriously as Nino wrapped Jun's leather bracelet, still supple and warm from the heat of Jun's skin, around his wrist.
"But we don't have to be happy with the magazine," Aiba informed him patiently. "We have our very own Sho-chan right here. He's wearing a ring," he said, turning to Ohno. "That's not in the picture, right?"
Ohno glanced down at the magazine and Sho saw his lips press together in a tiny, thoughtful frown. "No, but let's let him keep it. Jun will like that, right?"
"Needs a necklace," Jun said, which was an agreement in Jun-doesn't-want-to-talk-about-that speak. "Masaki, check the box."
Aiba went to poke around in the communal jewelry box that they kept in their resting room. It was full of accessories that each member no longer wore, or else things they'd spotted while out that seemed made for one of the others. The general consensus was that if they needed the perfect item, it was probably in the box. "Long and silver with little-medium links, right?" Aiba asked, rummaging.
"Beads," Ohno replied, studying Sho critically before looking at the magazine again. "Nino, his belt. It looks like there's a dog whistle or something on the end," he said, turning back to Aiba again.
"We've got the chain," Aiba said, lifting a handful of possibilities out and bringing them to Ohno for inspection. "But no dog whistles and just flat pendants, mostly."
Ohno made a vague, displeased sound under his breath. "Round," he said.
"Oh-chan is a little picky," Nino told Sho comfortably, working the buckle on Sho's belt. As though somehow Sho didn't already know that about Ohno. "Here," he finished, curling Sho's hands over the now-open ends of his belt.
"Look," sighed Sho.
"I've got a sound we can use, but I want it back later," Aiba said, digging in his pants pocket as Ohno passed the necklace to Nino. He stood, digging deep into the front pocket on his jeans, and came up with a small, silver tube.
Sho closed his eyes briefly. Aiba had meant exactly what Sho had feared he meant when he had stated what he was offering. "Really," he said weakly as somebody made rattling, pendant-stringing noises nearby.
The necklace slid over Sho's head, the metal cold against his chest and he hissed, his eyes coming open with the sudden, tiny shock. Ohno was still on the couch, studying him critically. Aiba was standing next to Jun, thumbs hooked in his pockets and looking at Sho's chest. Jun and Nino still had him pinned to the door with firm hands and set bodies but they, too, were looking at him. Please don't ask, Sho thought fervently.
"Have you used it?" Ohno asked quietly.
Aiba's lips edged up in a secretive little smile.
Jun let out a small, ragged groan and his hands let go of Sho to seize Aiba, dragging him in for a biting kiss. Sho licked his lips and tried not to stare, tearing his eyes away to settle on Nino—who wasn't doing a damn thing to not stare at their bandmates.
"Really, Jun?" Nino asked. "The thought of making Sho wear Aiba's dirty sex toys turns you on?" Aiba giggled as Jun lifted his head to glare across Sho at Nino. "Because it's about damn time you were normal," Nino finished. "That's hot. C'mere," he said, tugging Aiba away from Jun. "You're sick," he said against Aiba's mouth, still wet from Jun's kiss.
"Guys," Sho said helplessly. "Seriously."
"Yeah," Ohno said, backing him up. Sho knew better than to be grateful for the unexpected support. "Sho's all done and you're blocking the view. And you're missing it," he added as an afterthought. Sho knew better because he knew them too well.
"Sorry," Nino and Aiba and Jun all chirruped in unison, letting go entirely and stepping back.
"Can we just go to work?" Sho asked. "We have a job to do, you know."
Nino rolled his eyes. "Captain," he said.
"Leader," Jun chimed in, sounding a little like a pouty kid.
Aiba giggled under his breath and kissed Sho's cheek. "Leader," he murmured, drifting gently to Sho's mouth. "Leader, Sho-chan is arguing."
Sho heard the magazine hit the floor with a dull slap and cursed himself for getting distracted by what Aiba's lips had been doing. "Satoshi," he said meaningfully as Jun, Aiba, and Nino scattered back to the couch. Ohno was moving toward him in that damn COOL & SOUL hipshot stalk. "C'mon, Satoshi, don't."
"Shh," Ohno said, leaning close, his palm resting on the wall by Sho's head. He could smell Ohno's cologne, spicy and faint. Ohno reached between them, across both of them and Sho head it: the faint, quiet click of the door lock snicking closed, locking the world at Sho's back out of the room.
He never should have told them what that sound did to him, Sho reflected as his muscles loosened. He could feel his breath coming a little faster, a little more labored. He should have never let on that that one tiny noise turned him on like fast, rough sex talk. "You guys are cruel bitches," Sho crabbed at them as Ohno went back to the couch, settling himself on the floor between Nino's knees, legs outstretched. "Seriously, fuck you guys."
"Shut up," Jun said serenely. "You're really wrecking things."
Fourteen seconds ticked by while Sho held his tongue and nobody moved. "We have jobs," he reminded them heatedly.
"I'm going to jerk off," Ohno announced.
Sho nearly bit his tongue as his mouth snapped shut. "There isn't time to do that!" he said when he found his voice a moment later. "Hey, all of you," he said, when it became apparent that everybody else was happy to follow their leader's example. "Hey!"
"Got it," Nino said, snapping his fingers. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Aiba-chan," he said, flipping it to the other side of the couch. Sho looked at Aiba instead of watching Nino unzip his pants.
"Manager-san, Manger!" Aiba cried into the phone, sounding upset and energetic. "Manger, we're looking at Sho-chan's pictures and we want to talk about the image it gives us—"
"Jun's were way worse," snapped Sho, unable to contain himself.
Aiba grinned at him and gave him a thumbs-up. "See!" he said into the phone. "And, but Sho-chan won't talk to us! He didn't want to hear it from the second he walked in!" Aiba sounded like he was about to start bouncing off of the walls. "Can you—" Aiba paused. "But we—" he said strenuously. "Our filming is—okay," he said, sounding relieved as well as upset and energetic. "Okay, we'll do our best!" He hit the off button on the phone and threw it back to Nino. "Manager says to take our time and get it all out and calm down and we can start filming when we're all ready."
"Height of the season," Jun congratulated Aiba, slouching comfortably next to him and throwing one of his legs over both of Aiba's own. It gave Sho an excellent view of how Jun was working his own belt open.
"I am not seasonal!" Aiba said without heat. Then, "Jun-chan, you should roll your cuffs back if you're going to sit so close. I don't want to stain you up accidentally."
Sho closed his eyes, turning his head so that he could only see the others from the corner of his eye. "I'm not talking to you guys," he warned them.
"You're not supposed to be talking at all," Nino said, "so that's good."
"I'm seriously not going to talk to you," Sho told him. "I'm totally not happy."
Ohno made an irritated noise. "Stop talking, Sho-kun. You're too noisy. And don't get any harder, okay? Half hard is okay but if you get hard all the way its no good."
I am never talking to any of you again, Sho thought fiercely. And I'm going to ask +Act to do shoots like this every month and I'm going to get to work before all of you. Forever.
"Pretty," somebody said breathily.
"I am going to fuck each and every one of you before this day is over," Sho told them. "You're going to be sorry. And when I find out whose idea this was, that person is going to be last."
"Next time he does a shoot let's make sure there's a gag involved."
PS.
ferinough should totally write Sho finding/writing meaningful rap lyrics with 'Hop on Pop'.
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Date: 2009-02-19 07:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-21 05:16 am (UTC)Also: It's totally not a stupid question! I'm willing to bet other people wondered too--I know that I did the first time I heard of it. As for what a sound is? It's probably exactly what you're thinking it is: it's a thin rod or tube that's inserted into the urethral opening. Usually less than an inch long.
Am I total perv? Yes, yes I probably am. \o/
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Date: 2009-02-22 04:25 pm (UTC)As far as perversion goes, I whole-heatedly support perversity in most forms ::grin:: Trust Aiba to be the one with the reeeeally dirty toys. I knew he was my favorite for a reason.
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Date: 2009-02-22 04:28 pm (UTC)