HOW TO WOO MEN

by Nika

Pairing: Aiji x... Kohta x...

Yes I know, No Heart is what everyone is waiting for. But nowadays I really
long for some uncomplicated comedy when I know that one of my friends has
been missing for more than one week now...
*sigh*
Please bear with me.
Thank you for reading *glomps to poor readers*
And, welcome back, Star-chan ^_^ *happy*


Part 3

After some resurrection attempts on Jun, still failing at getting his eyes
open for more then five minutes straight, they had to get to
sound-checking, so Kohta could finally get a hold of his best friend: "Jun,
I've got to talk to you."
"About what, huh?", the guitarist blinked tiredly, sighing. He cursed
Kirito for making him write such a pathetic love-letter, always refusing
the offered sentences, demanding something better.

**
"...and I really think your smile is adorable..."
"No way, that is too much pining-schoolgirl. Can't believe that you of all
people should get all those girls with just your cuteness and your pathetic
mutterings alone..."
"Hey!"
"Come on Jun, you can do better than that."
"I'm bloody tired, Kirito. Can't we just do this tomorrow?"
"It's already tomorrow. And now, concentrate!"
"Mou!!!"
**

The guitarist sighed and lamented his deserved but ultimately lost sleep
from the night before, when Kohta repeated his request to talk to him.
"About a love-letter I got this morning. It's the strangest thing, you know..."
"What love-letter?", Jun inquired, giving a good show of utter innocence
and ignorance. In the meanwhile they plugged their respective instruments
with long-practiced ease. "Don't you get hundreds of love-letters every week?"
"Sure, but...this one was different and I need your help to find out the
source of this love-declaration." The older man nearly tripped over his own
feet, before he could stifle his threatening grin, thinking [You're talking
to the source right now! Hey, baby...my place or yours?]
"Like how?"; Jun gasped out, hoping that Kohta didn't hear the laughter
lingering in his voice. Kohta squirmed a little behind his bass, but then
he inched closer to his friend: "I think I know who is hitting on me, but..."
Jun's eyes grew big. [He knows? He bloody knows and I don't. Damn that
secretive Kirito!]
"...but I need you to help me confirm that it really is her"; Kohta added.
The conversation was interrupted by a loud call from a roadie, asking them
to play instead of chatting. And Jun couldn't help but feel a little
relieved and tortured some chords out of his blue guitar. He heard Kirito
testing the mic, Aiji giving some of his shrill riffs.
Finding refuge in the well-known drill of sound-checking, Jun gave Kohta a
cheeky grin.
After the end of the sound-check, he wasn't save from Kohta`s request
anymore, so he had to listen to his friend.
"I want to know who it is. Jun, do you want to help me?", Kohta pleaded to
his best friend, while Jun groaned inwardly. First Kirito now Kohta,
couldn't these guys just go for it straight? Sighing he nodded even though
he regretted it instantly, feeling like everyone was just trying to make a
use out of him.
"How?"
"I don't know..."
"Well, that's just great."
"No, no, wait a minute. How about jealousy?"
Jun's eyes blinked very slowly, before he asked: "Jealousy?
"I'd want to go out with you and see if anyone shows signs of jealousy."
"And you think that is a good idea?", the guitarist didn't sound very
convinced, but his friend beamed like the sun on a summer day: "Not good?"
then closed up to his friend and whispered: "So how about this? Since I
guess my admirer is Wicky..."
"Wickey?!", Jun was baffled, "Like your Wickey? Like Inoue Miyuki?"
He came to close to one of the speakers and a high, shrill feedback made
everyone wince.
"JUN!!", Kirito yelled out, angrily, while the guitarist waved his hands
excusingly: "Sorry minna!"
Takeo snickered about the flustered vocalist, who stomped over to his
brother and Jun, growling: "Let's get this over, okay? I'm not in the mood
for any delay."
"Hai, Kiricho!", Jun mock-saluted to the leader, earning some laughter from
everywhere. Jun got back on his position and they played a little, just to
let Kirito hear the overall sound. When the singer seemed okay with the
sound, they took a little break. Greedily swallowing water, Kohta took the
chance to talk to Jun again, who seemed ready to fall back into sleep
again, sitting around, longing for his bed. When he heard Kohta's voice, he
felt almost annoyed, but still gave his friend a sweet smile.
"So this is my plan: you'll let me give her a little fan-service while she
does your make-up today. What do you think?", Kohta started, as if they had
never stooped the conversation at all. Jun tilted his head to the side,
thoughtfully.
"Like what?", he wondered aloud, before Kohta was called away.
"You'll see!", the bassist told him, then he was gone. Jun just shrugged,
leaned back on a row of chairs and closed his eyes in pure bliss. [Just ten
minutes of undisturbed sleep. No Kirito, no Kohta...just Jun], the
guitarist thought and sighed.
When he drifted off, suddenly he heard another voice: "Hey Jun!" Opening an
eye, he mustered a little smile: "What's up Aiji? Let me close my eyes for
a minute I'm really tired..."
"Obviously. What the hell did you do last night? Was it at least worth it?"
Jun frowned a little, but smiled again: "Not really. I wrote a
love-letter." Aiji blinked. Then he studied his friend: "You, Jun of
Pierrot, wrote a love-letter?" The smaller guitarist nodded in defeat,
before he slumbered off again, unfortunately Aiji wouldn't let him. He
kneeled on the floor beside the tired man.
"To who?", Aiji nagged.
"Can't tell you...secret, ne", Jun mumbled, counting little Nyagos to guide
him to slumberland.
"But Jun, I swear I won't tell, ne."
Jun's whole being was so~oo tired, gravity pulled him into the sweet
welcoming blackness: "...can't..."
"Pretty please"; Aiji whined, his tone very hypnotizing, his deep, warm
voice lulling Jun in. Jun curled up and wheezed a very soft: "...Kohta...",
afterwards finally slipping into sleep.
Aiji's eyes widened in terror and his eyebrows flew high. He stumbled to
his feet, groaning: "I can't believe it!"

Some time later, after Jun had gotten a nap and was much more accountable,
the routine settled for 'getting ready for another concert', including
getting dressed and styled.
So when Kohta looked for Jun, he hoped that his friend was already in the
'make-room', when he poked his head in.
And much to his favor, the guitarist really sat in front of the mirror,
while Wickey was fussing with the base for his face.
"Jun, darling, here you are", he purred out, entering the room, on the
chair next to Jun was Aiji, mindlessly leafing through some random
magazines, waiting for his turn, obviously.
But after Kohta's words, he let his magazine drop, watching the blonde
bassist's every move carefully.
Jun himself couldn't blink for a few seconds. [Darling? Me?! What the hell
is going on here?]
He urged out a neutral smile, trying to remain calm, especially since
Wickey had already been very unhappy with his complexion, and he didn't
feel any desire to sit in front of his mirror forever. He assumed that this
new pet-name was simply part of Kohta's oh-so-elaborate plan, inwardly
hoping, that whoever loved Kohta would openly come up and tell him, so he
would no longer be called 'Darling" except by someone he really wanted to
call him this way.
Being tangled in these thoughts, his eyes unseeingly on the magazine he had
been reading, he felt his hair brushed to the side and he looked up into
the mirror just in time to see Kohta placing a soft but determined kiss on
his exposed neck.
Lips brushed against skin, breath tingled there for a moment and suddenly
silence spread throughout the room like an illness.

to be continued

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