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Title: Loser's Treat
Rating: suggestive crack
Bands/Pairings: alice nine.
Summary: Nao isn't allowed to get coffee for the band because he loses himself every time he goes to Starbucks. Or rather: how Nao-sama is the ruler of all and losing isn't all that bad.
A/N: It's just crack. And I don't know if there is such a thing as a Starbucks card. If there isn't, there should be. :P
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Now
The Starbucks Run wasn’t a daily occurrence, but it happened often enough that four of the five members started carrying Starbucks cards to make paying quick and easy. (Nao didn’t have a regular Starbucks card anymore; his was platinum VIP.) That day after rehearsal, Nao looked a little run down, and the other four members of alice nine. were already anticipating his call for coffee. There was no mission as important as the one that would caffeinate their drummer.
And, as expected, while in the midst of putting his drums away, Nao asked, “Hey guys, who’s going to Starbucks today?”
Instantly, the other members paused in taking care of their own equipment and four hands went up.
jan-ken-pon
Two rocks and two papers. Saga pouted, returning to the care of his bass while Hiroto sighed and turned away with a shrug. The two remaining, Shou and Tora, stared at each other with fierce intensity. There could only be one to go to Starbucks, and that one would be…
jan-ken-pon
Tora rolled his eyes as Shou grinned and wiggled his hips in a silly little dance to celebrate his loss. Losing wasn’t supposed to be a good thing, but ever since Nao instituted their Starbucks policy, it had become the best thing in the world. (And it was a real challenge to lose, too.)
“Tea for Tora,” Nao reminded. When Tora glared, Nao continued calmly, “He can’t have coffee with his meds.”
“Yeah, I know,” Tora muttered sullenly.
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Shou sang cheerfully. He left to get his wallet from his bag, which he had left in the makeup room, and ran into their smiling makeup artist on his way out.
“Going to Starbucks?” Hana asked. “Do you mind getting me a latte while you’re there?”
“Of course not,” Shou, ever the friendly one, replied. “Hot or cold?”
“Hot, please.” Hana paused, glancing back into the rehearsal room where the other members were still dismantling their set. “Shou-san, I’m just curious, but how come Nao-san never has to play for Starbucks?”
At this, Shou’s lips turned in a secretive smile. “Ah, well Nao-san always wins, so there’s no real point in letting him play.” With that, he dashed out of the studio, intent on braving the long queue that was sure to be at their nearest Starbucks.
Two months ago
“I’m going to Starbucks, do you want anything?” Saga inquired, leaning against Nao’s shoulder.
Nao laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the bassist’s cheek. “I always do, why do you keep asking? The usual, okay?”
“And hey, can you get me something?” Tora interrupted.
“And me!” Hiroto chimed in.
“Soymilk latte!” Shou added.
Saga turned to face his band mates, an irritated scowl on his face. “Okay, every time I go, everyone wants something. I’m not your coffee boy, if everyone wants something, then we can take turns going.”
“Or we can play for it,” Nao suggested, a playful smile on his face. “That’ll make it more fun. Jan-ken-pon. Loser goes.”
“I can live with that,” Saga declared. The other three members glanced at each other and shrugged. Hands went up and on the call of three –
Four rocks and a paper. Nao beamed.
“You guys have learned so well,” he said happily, returning to work on the bandscore. “Loser treats the band to coffee. And I’ll treat the loser.”
There was a flurry of mental calculation as each member tried to figure out how to lose in the next round. In the end, Hiroto went to Starbucks, and a new tradition was born.
Now
Shou returned to the studio laden down with drinks to find Tora and Saga engaged in a PSP battle. Hiroto was plastered across Tora’s back and doing something indecent involving his tongue and the other guitarist’s ear.
“Pon,” Tora ground out, doing his best to stay focused on the game, “Why are you trying to distract me?”
“Saga promised me a blowjob if I helped him win,” Hiroto said simply.
Tora paused his PSP to stare at Saga in mild disgust. “You would give a blowjob just to win a stupid game?”
Saga shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. Tora stared a moment longer, then turned to Hiroto.
“I’ll wear a blindfold and let you fuck me.”
“Deal!” Hiroto exclaimed, immediately jumping into Saga’s lap.
From his place at the table, Nao chuckled at his band mates’ antics, but his attention was all on Shou when the vocalist deposited his drink at his side.
“Thank you, Shou-kun,” the drummer all but purred. He took a sip from his cup, then gave Shou a coffee-laced kiss. “Hopefully the meeting won’t run too long.”
Shou, feeling his knees go weak at the promise in Nao’s voice, hoped for the same thing.
Rating: suggestive crack
Bands/Pairings: alice nine.
Summary: Nao isn't allowed to get coffee for the band because he loses himself every time he goes to Starbucks. Or rather: how Nao-sama is the ruler of all and losing isn't all that bad.
A/N: It's just crack. And I don't know if there is such a thing as a Starbucks card. If there isn't, there should be. :P
--
Now
The Starbucks Run wasn’t a daily occurrence, but it happened often enough that four of the five members started carrying Starbucks cards to make paying quick and easy. (Nao didn’t have a regular Starbucks card anymore; his was platinum VIP.) That day after rehearsal, Nao looked a little run down, and the other four members of alice nine. were already anticipating his call for coffee. There was no mission as important as the one that would caffeinate their drummer.
And, as expected, while in the midst of putting his drums away, Nao asked, “Hey guys, who’s going to Starbucks today?”
Instantly, the other members paused in taking care of their own equipment and four hands went up.
jan-ken-pon
Two rocks and two papers. Saga pouted, returning to the care of his bass while Hiroto sighed and turned away with a shrug. The two remaining, Shou and Tora, stared at each other with fierce intensity. There could only be one to go to Starbucks, and that one would be…
jan-ken-pon
Tora rolled his eyes as Shou grinned and wiggled his hips in a silly little dance to celebrate his loss. Losing wasn’t supposed to be a good thing, but ever since Nao instituted their Starbucks policy, it had become the best thing in the world. (And it was a real challenge to lose, too.)
“Tea for Tora,” Nao reminded. When Tora glared, Nao continued calmly, “He can’t have coffee with his meds.”
“Yeah, I know,” Tora muttered sullenly.
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Shou sang cheerfully. He left to get his wallet from his bag, which he had left in the makeup room, and ran into their smiling makeup artist on his way out.
“Going to Starbucks?” Hana asked. “Do you mind getting me a latte while you’re there?”
“Of course not,” Shou, ever the friendly one, replied. “Hot or cold?”
“Hot, please.” Hana paused, glancing back into the rehearsal room where the other members were still dismantling their set. “Shou-san, I’m just curious, but how come Nao-san never has to play for Starbucks?”
At this, Shou’s lips turned in a secretive smile. “Ah, well Nao-san always wins, so there’s no real point in letting him play.” With that, he dashed out of the studio, intent on braving the long queue that was sure to be at their nearest Starbucks.
Two months ago
“I’m going to Starbucks, do you want anything?” Saga inquired, leaning against Nao’s shoulder.
Nao laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the bassist’s cheek. “I always do, why do you keep asking? The usual, okay?”
“And hey, can you get me something?” Tora interrupted.
“And me!” Hiroto chimed in.
“Soymilk latte!” Shou added.
Saga turned to face his band mates, an irritated scowl on his face. “Okay, every time I go, everyone wants something. I’m not your coffee boy, if everyone wants something, then we can take turns going.”
“Or we can play for it,” Nao suggested, a playful smile on his face. “That’ll make it more fun. Jan-ken-pon. Loser goes.”
“I can live with that,” Saga declared. The other three members glanced at each other and shrugged. Hands went up and on the call of three –
Four rocks and a paper. Nao beamed.
“You guys have learned so well,” he said happily, returning to work on the bandscore. “Loser treats the band to coffee. And I’ll treat the loser.”
There was a flurry of mental calculation as each member tried to figure out how to lose in the next round. In the end, Hiroto went to Starbucks, and a new tradition was born.
Now
Shou returned to the studio laden down with drinks to find Tora and Saga engaged in a PSP battle. Hiroto was plastered across Tora’s back and doing something indecent involving his tongue and the other guitarist’s ear.
“Pon,” Tora ground out, doing his best to stay focused on the game, “Why are you trying to distract me?”
“Saga promised me a blowjob if I helped him win,” Hiroto said simply.
Tora paused his PSP to stare at Saga in mild disgust. “You would give a blowjob just to win a stupid game?”
Saga shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. Tora stared a moment longer, then turned to Hiroto.
“I’ll wear a blindfold and let you fuck me.”
“Deal!” Hiroto exclaimed, immediately jumping into Saga’s lap.
From his place at the table, Nao chuckled at his band mates’ antics, but his attention was all on Shou when the vocalist deposited his drink at his side.
“Thank you, Shou-kun,” the drummer all but purred. He took a sip from his cup, then gave Shou a coffee-laced kiss. “Hopefully the meeting won’t run too long.”
Shou, feeling his knees go weak at the promise in Nao’s voice, hoped for the same thing.