Title: Improvised Matchmaking

Author: Andy-chan (antimiya88)

Pairings: Sakuraiba / Ohmiya (only mentioned)

Genre: AU, Romance, (slight) Humor

Rating: NC17-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.

Sho had just entered his apartment after the four hour flight. He was feeling super tired and cursed when he remembered that the next day he should wake up at six o’ clock in the morning but didn’t regret his decision. He had managed not only to go to his tour, hypothetically to cover it as an event and show the ‘live impulse’ of Aiba Masaki’s fans, but also return back home in the very same plane with him.

It had been one year; one year since he found out the existence of the hotness that was named Aiba Masaki. A couple of months older than him, he was the hottest name in the music industry. And how couldn’t he be? Sho had thought when he happened to watch the video footage his colleague on news had decided to show, on the occasion of a new selling record of his.

With those lips… that neck… those moles… those collarbones… those arms… those abs… and the hinted bulge behind the damn leather pants seems so promising… and his voice so husky… and there’s something about his gaze… so captivating… so erotic… so dangerously seductive… That was the first time he had an arousal because of him and he was in the studio, on air.

Since then, he started collecting his CDs, DVDs, magazines… everything. He had created his own Aiba Masaki archive, organized by date. He knew well that it was something contradictive to the image he had created on a professional level. After years of hard work, he had become a respectful name in his field and many were already talking about him as if he was the new hot name in news casting. He knew that a part of this success was due to his looks. He didn’t consider himself as overly handsome but he always tried to be in shape; looking good never hurt anyone no matter how ‘serious’ their job is.

Some even talked about him as if he was a star. He wished he could tell them that he was no star… only he was but he couldn’t. It might ruin his reputation and he still needed money. Aiba Masaki was his secret, his very personal, dirty secret. He smirked at the thought. He was the only young news caster at the channel and that meant that he could have whoever he’d like among his female colleagues; like the objectively cute floor manager, Abe Akiko, whose attention on him clearly went beyond professionalism.

He didn’t even think to open his luggage yet. He needed to find release. The fact that he could smell his scent as he passed by him on the plane was enough to drive him crazy. Having him so close for four hours continuously had made things even more difficult for Sho; especially when he focused at the small part of saliva that run down on Masaki’s chin obviously because of having fallen asleep while entering the toilet at the front of the plane. I so wish I could lick it off…

He sat on the sofa, opened his laptop to check his emails as fast as possible, before closing the lights and putting Masaki’s ‘F**k as a Star’ concert in the DVD player. He loved every single concert but this one was his favorite because it had the most close ups… He could see Masaki being slightly drunk – he would always drink a couple of beers during his concerts – playing with the camera, while keeping his shirt open, his well-toned torso, glittering from sweat and his tongue, that dangerous tongue, coming and teasing his lips before grabbing the microphone and screaming with all his might, making everyone in the arena lose their minds.

Sho’s hand was working fast on his hard member, his fingers touching his slit on every stroke. He was feeling his very own sweat running down his temples. The precum that kept running through his fingers made him realize that he was very close but that somehow didn’t seem enough. He wanted to feel the other… he desired to be taken… he had seen the way Masaki moved his hips against the microphone stand… he wanted the other to do to him whatever he wanted… fuck him against the wall, on the floor, in the kitchen, in the shower, on his fours… he wanted to be able to ride him and show him how much he was craving for his cock… to scream his name while burying his nails into his flesh, marking his skin. Ma... sa… Ah…Hnnn… It didn’t take many minutes to come hard, spilling everything on his hand.

Still panting, he let his back fall at the back of the sofa while keeping his eyes closed. He will kill me… I’m sure of it… Damn… He jumped into the shower and got rid of the sweat and tiredness of the travel and former activity. As soon as he put on his sweatpants and a black tank top, he decided to open his luggage and put the things back to their place. If I don’t do it now, I will never do it and I have work tomorrow…

Sighing, he took the small key for the locker in his hands and tried to open it in vain. What the…?! He tried many times with no luck. He looked at it more carefully. I had put the simple one?! Am I that stupid?! But then… I was way too excited to take notice of things like that… He went to his office and took the other keys that proved to be the right ones. Finally!

He hurriedly opened the luggage to be left with his mouth wide open. More than surprised, he was shocked. Inside, there were no suits, no books and most importantly no magazines. WHAT IS GOING ON?! He could feel his heart beating fast against his ribs. The magazines… My precious magazines… and I had put my favorite one… where he’s half naked, showing that dirty tongue of his… oh no… no… no… what am I supposed to do now?!

He was ready to close the luggage when he saw something with the edge of his eye that caught his attention. He pulled aside the T-shirts that were put inside obviously in a mess and took in his hands the briefs. His eyes bulged. It was red and had small black skulls and green hearts… quite a unique combination. This is… Without losing any more minutes, he changed the DVD and put on the one from ‘Live Show’ concert. He pressed stop at 17m38s. IT’S HIS…. OMG IT’S HIS… This… here… his… Sho was turning spasmodically his head from the TV to his hands and the opposite for countless times, still trying to process the whole thing.

Hesitantly, he saw the name on the luggage: Aiba Masaki

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” he whispered falling on the floor. “I have opened it…” he frowned for a couple of seconds before a thought came to his mind making him smirk. “But I can close it again… I haven’t broken the locker…”

His tongue moved around his lips and soon his hands were searching through the other’s clothes and possessions. This wasn’t him, searching other people’s luggage but this specific one belonged to the one and only Aiba Masaki. I won’t have such a chance again… This is one in a lifetime… He found a couple of jeans, all of them Levi’s with random cuts on the front or back. Shit… he would look so hot in these… Sho also discovered that Masaki had a fetish for leather belts with thick silver buckles as well as jewelry. But the thing that seemed more interesting to Sho was the T-shirts… especially the ones that seemed worn. Without thinking it twice, he took one and placed it on his nose inhaling deeply. His sweat… his scent…

***

Thirty minutes had passed and Sho found himself lying down on his bed, still smelling the black T-shirt while pumping his cock fast. This was a dream… surely a dream. He was ready to come when he heard the phone ringing.

“DAMN YOU!” he didn’t have a choice but to stop. After having taken a few deep breaths he stood up and went with difficulty to the living room. “Hello?” Sho waited for a couple of seconds but no answer came to him. “Hello?! Who might that be?  Do you hear me?” Are you kidding me?! You interrupt me when I’m at the verge of coming and now you play the ‘who can stay more minutes silent’ game?!

He was ready to send the one at the other end of the line to hell when he heard a voice. “Sakurai-san? Am I speaking with Sakurai Sho-san?”

Sho felt as if he was struck by lightning. It wasn’t just any voice; it was his voice… Aiba Masaki’s hoarse, husky, sexy as hell voice.

“Hello? Sakurai-san?” Masaki asked again, a little louder this time.

“Y- yes… This… this is Sa- Sakurai Sho” Sho managed to say in an almost trembling voice.

“Aiba Masaki here. I have done a mistake… I took your luggage for mine…”

“Ah?! Is that so?!” Sho replied fast cursing why he had to be that nervous. He had taken interview by the Prime Minister himself and he was cooler than the ice but now the case was different. He was talking to the person over the one he had passed his afternoon jerking himself off.

“Don’t tell me that you haven’t realized Sakurai-san… you are a news caster after all…”

Sho was left with his mouth open. News caster?! He… he knows about… me… ME?! Oh my God! He knows me! I really need to calm down now…

“Sakurai-san, honestly I thought that your biggest talent is your… mouth…”

Sho could swear that he heard a small chuckle at that, making him realize that the rock star might mean more.

“You know… saying the news and stuff…”

“I’m just… a bit tired…”

“Yes… a four hour flight can be tiring…”

“How?!” Sho asked before he could process what he was saying. “How do you know I had a four hour flight?!”

“Because I have your luggage?! You’re funny Sakurai-san… or… if I want to be more honest with you… I’d say that you sound rather nervous than tired… but that… wouldn’t have an explanation, right?!”

Sho felt his mouth turn dry. It was the second hint he caught… Fuck… I bet he has opened my luggage. I’m dead…

“Sakurai-san, I would like to ask you a small favor…”

“I’m…” Sho gulped “I’m listening, Aiba-san”

“I wish to settle this small mistake privately. I mean going to the airport would only take more time and you know tomorrow morning I have an interview and a photo shoot for… Anan… though this really doesn’t have anything to do with you…”

Sho wanted to hit his head on the wall. Now he was sure that the other had seen his belongings. SHIT!

“And… paparazzi might follow and I don’t want the whole matter to become more acute than it actually is… so…” Masaki continued, ignoring the silence.

Sho gulped. “So?”

“Since I have your address… it’s written on your luggage… I could come and give it to you personally… What do you say?”

He wants to come here?! Aiba Masaki wants to come here?! “I just don’t want to put you into trouble I-” Sho didn’t have the chance to finish his words as Masaki interrupted him fast.

“By chance we live quite close so no need to worry… I’ll be there! Thank you!”

***

Sho was left hearing the beep sound in his ear. After a couple of seconds that he passed remaining like a stone at his spot, he realized that he had to make Masaki’s luggage look untouchable and most importantly vanish all the ‘evidence’ from the ‘crime scene’. Soon, DVDs, CDs as well as all of his magazines were moved from the living room to his bedroom.

Damn I haven’t called for Yuriko-san these weeks and the house looks like shit… Hurriedly, he took off the vacuum cleaner and tried to make the living room look decent. He was so focused on his task that didn’t realize that the bell had already rung.
Terrified he looked at the kitchen where a couple of dirty glasses rested on the round table. And it’s been three days… Screw it… he placed them in the sink and hurried to the door.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting…” Sho said almost panting opening his door widely, revealing Aiba Masaki in flesh and bones. He was wearing a V-neck T-shirt, a pair of tight jeans and a leather jacket. His hair had Sho’s favorite style: looking messy in purpose.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I made the mistake and I come to your apartment at such a late hour… you must have been working out…” Masaki said, his eyes scanning Sho from head to toe.

“No!” Sho replied immediately, feeling his cheeks hotter. “I…”

“Ah… my mistake then… but you know… you seem flushed and a bit out of breath… the outfit… plus those muscles on your arms… it’s obvious you’re working out… but what am I saying?! You’re definitely the gym type of guy… sorry…”

Sho was left staring at the source of his most indecent thoughts talking to him about muscles and flushed faces… I’ll die tonight… for real…

“Well, can I enter?” Masaki asked and tilted his head on the side, raising his right eyebrow.

Sho laughed nervously as he made a step on his right to let the other enter his apartment. “Of… of course…” Stupid Sho… Stupid!

Masaki walked inside taking off his black boots. “Seems cozy…”

“Yes…” was all Sho could say.

The other turned around and looked at him smirking. “My luggage?”

“Just a moment…”

Masaki wanted to burst into laughs when he saw the way the other headed to another room to get it for him. He will have a heart attack… Poor yet so hot thing… He looked around at the living room but found no trace of him. I’m sure everything is hidden inside his bedroom… He had just taken off his jacket when he realized the DVD player was on and had a DVD on pause. Curiously, he turned the TV on, smirking when he saw himself drinking beer before continuing to the next song. ‘Live Show’ huh?! You certainly have a good taste…

Sho wanted to be sure everything in the luggage was fine when he heard screams coming from the living room. It hit him. The DVD! Noooo

He ran back to find Masaki leaning on the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest and an unreadable kind of smirk on his lips.

“I can… I can explain A- Aiba-san…”

Masaki made slow but decisive steps towards Sho till the latter was trapped between him and the wall behind him.

“Explain what?!” Masaki said huskily without breaking the intense stare. “That you are a fan of mine… or…” he leaned to Sho’s left ear whispering tantalizingly “that you find my half naked photo shoots particularly interesting?”



TO BE CONTINUED…





A.N. Sooo minna I'm really sorry for taking so long to post it but finally here it is!!! I wrote the double length as an apology to all of you... *bows*
Sho is such a hardcore fan ne?! And above all lucky - to have found Masaki's luggage and look at his things... XD But our rock star seems to be determined with his 'goal', ne?! He knows what he wants and goes for it! Sasuga!!! ;D And as you may have realized real action starts now! *smirks*


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