Title: Improvised Matchmaking

Author: Andy-chan (antimiya88)

Pairings: Sakuraiba / Ohmiya (only mentioned)

Genre: AU, Romance, (slight) Humor

Rating: R-ish

Summary: Aiba Masaki is the new hot name in the music industry. He might look fierce and powerful on stage but he has a boyishness as well as many fetishes; one of them is smart looking yet sexy men, like the hottest name among newscasters, Sakurai Sho. After coming back to Tokyo from tour, Masaki picked up by mistake the wrong luggage. Could that cause him problems or bring him closer to the realization of one of his wildest dreams?

Disclaimer: I don't own Sakuraiba, they own me.

“Ah…Finally! Home, sweet home! I’m just so tired… How much do I want to lay down on my sofa… wearing my pajamas and watch TV…” Masaki mumbled under his breath as he stepped out of the plane.

“Stop complaining and move your feet!” an irritated voice was heard from behind.

“I didn’t complain! Why do you have to be such an ass?”

“Because you were the one who kept saying ‘let’s go on tour for three months… we can hold two concerts in each city… it will be so much fun… like a prolonged school trip!’ Remember?!”

Masaki pouted. The other was right; he was the one who had insisted on organizing such a long tour but the reality was far away from what he had already thought of. “As if you could tell from the start! The only reason you were complaining was because you’d be away from your Oh-chan!”

Nino didn’t lose the opportunity and smirked. “Jealous, aren’t we?!”

Masaki narrowed his eyes. He hated when Nino knew how to win. “You should consider yourself lucky that you’re such a good guitarist… Otherwise…”

Nino patted his shoulder as he tried to hold his laughs. “Otherwise nothing. Who else could accept the fact that the number one sexy rock star Aiba Masaki can’t sleep without his little plushy dog…”

“Ninomiya!”

“Fine… fine! I zip it!”

“Aiba-kun… Don’t forget that tomorrow you have the interview and the photoshoot for Anan… so sleep well tonight ok?!”

Masaki sighed. “Of course Jun-san…”

“As expected from J!” Nino commented in a low voice.
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“C’mon… a green for Masaki… a green for Masaki… a green for Masaki…” Masaki kept mumbling as he waited for his luggage.

“Why the hell are we paying business class if we have to wait that much to get our damn luggage?! It’s been ten minutes already!” Nino whined, obviously tired from the 4-hour flight. “I want to go to my Toshiiii”

“A green for Masaki… a green for… Ma… ah! Finally!” Masaki grabbed his luggage and turned to the others. “Since there’s nothing for us waiting at the moment I’ll grab a taxi to go home, ok?”

“I’ll send you the details by mail later tonight…” Jun said reminded him “Have a good rest!”

“You too! Oh! Nino… lots of kisses to your Oh-chan!” Masaki teased his guitarist and friend before heading towards the taxi exit.

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“I guess that shower was what I really wanted…” Masaki walked into the kitchen with only his sweatpants on and a towel around his shoulders; he wasn’t hungry but he surely needed something to relax. “A beer is always the best option!”

It was true that he wanted to go on such a tour but the demand was high and he felt too indebted to his fans to disappoint them. At least they are happy now… he tried to justify the tiredness that seemed to have conquered his body at the moment.

After having relaxed in front of the TV for a couple of hours, he decided to open his luggage and arrange his stuff. “Why doesn’t it open?!” he frowned as he tried to put the small key in the locker for the third time. “I guess that’s another of Nino’s pranks… God this guy!” he whined as he took his toolbox out and with the help of a hammer, he finally broke it. Sighing relieved he opened the zipper just to be left dumfounded with his mouth hanging open.

It… it can’t be… no tell me I didn’t mess the fuck up… his hands touched reluctantly the neatly folded shirts and trousers that were inside. They were really nice clothes, sophisticated and they surely looked expensive but there was one problem; they weren’t his. SHIT! I didn’t do that! I just didn’t do that! Damn it! I didn’t check the name… that’s for sure but just how many people have this kind of flashy, green luggage?! This person looks like a businessman or something if I judge from the suits… why the hell does he have to have the same luggage as me?!

Masaki threw his back on the sofa, with his hands covering his eyes desperate. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?! I have that stupid interview and photoshoot… and now I have to go to the damn airport again?! I guess after that Nino will have all the rights to mock me forever…” he clicked his tongue annoyed with himself and was ready to go to his bedroom when he stopped abruptly. “Shit! I don’t even have my Shasha-chan! Great Masaki! Just great!” he threw a quick glance on the luggage once again when something caught his attention. You’ve got to be kidding me… “Is that what I think it is?!”

Without a second thought, he moved back to the sofa and took the clothes off the luggage revealing the things the owner kept hidden underneath. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” In his hands, he was holding a number of magazines with him on the cover. “A fan of mine?! Seriously?! A businessman?! And me the stupid who thought that I would only appeal to annoying young girls…” a hint of smirk appeared on his lips. “He certainly goes for the sexier ones though…” he mumbled as he searched through the magazines he was holding. “Now that’s getting more and more interesting…” If only he knew who has his luggage now…

Without losing another minute, Masaki opened one of the magazines and saw that the other had marked the page of the photo he liked the most, he assumed, as he saw the way it was slightly crinkled at the edge. It was a full body photo of his, showing his naked torso with clear focus on the birthmark that decorated his left shoulder as well as the piercing he had on his ear. His pair of jeans was slightly open revealing only a hint of his black underwear.

“Who would have guessed that I could be such an inspiration for businessmen?! I guess he does appreciate the way my tongue rests on my lower lip. I might take that into consideration for tomorrow…” Others would have been disgusted by the idea of someone jerking off, looking at their photos but Masaki found it rather amusing. “So… what else do we have here?!”

He continued searching through the unknown person’s stuff even more eagerly. This is even funnier than I initially thought… Inside there was a bunch of newspapers and some ‘serious looking’ articles on which Masaki paid no attention as they were written in ‘western letters’. He must be really smart… the only English word I know is fuck… But doesn’t that mean that everyone has their ‘other side’…?! Fufufu… and I guess he’s sexy… if I judge from his clothes’ size and that damn hint of sexy cologne on them… I just hope he’s not some weird old pervert… “If only I knew who he is… how old is he… at least how he looks like…?!” But I have no ID… Damn it! Now I’m curious and I… Wait! I do have a name… He must have written it on the luggage… Even I have written it!

“Where is it…? Where is… Ah! Here it is!” Masaki looked closer at the small card placed at the back of the luggage, to read the name.

Sakurai Sho
15 Goshida Str., 33674 Shibuya-Tokyo
Japan
Tel. 0176394876

Sakurai Sho?! As… that damn hot newscaster that made me change my Monday porn session?! Oh my God… He’s so… so… perfect and hot and fuckable… and he looks so damn amazing in his dark blue suits… and his voice… so deep… and his butt so… firmly round… I’m sure it’d feel great to squeeze it as I’m taking him hard… and having him moan my name… and… Shit! It might be a coincidence… just a pure coincidence… I’m pretty sure he’s not the only Sakurai Sho in the entire Japan… So stop imagining things Masaki… But… Masaki smirked as he looked at the phone number that was written down. “There’s only one way to find out…”

It wasn’t news that he had a helpless crush on that newscaster. It had been six months already since he threw a quick glance on the TV in the green room as he was waiting for an interview at a late music show. He had a lot of fetishes and that included smart, fit and sexy as hell men in suits. His philosophy was ‘the more restrained and well-mannered a person in his day life is, the wilder he is in bed’ and from what it seemed that applied to Sakurai Sho – that’s of course, if the owner of the luggage, that Masaki had, was really Sakurai Sho. He took a few deep breaths before he pressed the call number.

“Hello?” Masaki was left with his mouth open; he knew that voice… he knew it far too well. “Hello?! Who might that be?  Do you hear me?”

Oh my God… it’s him… it’s really him!





TO BE CONTINUED…

 



A.N. Sooo minna! Here's a really short Sakuraiba series! ^_^ I know I was meant to post the epilogue for 'Day and Night' and I really tried too but no matter what I wrote, I wasn't satisfied with the result... Writer's block I guess... So I decided to put it on hold! :P
I don't have the time to start a 'serious' series at the moment - I do have an idea but it requires time to actually write and think properly the plot, the characters etc. - so I decided to share this one! The idea just popped in my head after having watched 'Suppin Arashi' of their very first concert where Aiba performed TOKIO's "Ai no Arashi" with Nino playing the guitar and well... here it is! XD There will be a total of four or maximum five parts!  ;)
As you may have guessed we will have an innovation in this one! *coughs* I always wanted to write Top!Aiba; first of all, because he's my ichi-ban and secondly, because whenever I see Sakuraiba interaction on TV I can't help but think that Sho would happily do that for his Masaki... XDDD I hope you won't mind (at least too much)! XP


I really hope you enjoyed it and as always your comments are <333!!!



See you soon! ^_^