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writetomyheart2015-08-12 09:07 pm
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[Team Two] As Usual
Ok, last time with Team Two this round *rolls over*
I had planned to write more but I came down with a nasty bronchitis, so I'm going to rest ._.
This was inspired by Snow Man's recent Josei Seven Shoot
With the utmost (almost-reverent) care, Sakuma lowered the blinds. He watched them slide lower and lower towards Iwamoto’s face.
“Hey, what are you guys doing?” Fukazawa skipped over to them, startling Sakuma and causing him to let go of the cord for a moment. This of course cause the blinds to smack Iwamoto square in the face. “Oops?” Fukazawa offered, not seeming too apologetic about it.
“Oi!” Iwamoto made a face and pushed the blinds aside.
The three of them had been left alone for the time being, since the photographer was busy taking shots of Watanabe and Miyadate. Fukazawa was holding a camera - as was Sakuma - but they were obviously both not taking too many pictures right now. It was pretty much business as usual for Snow Man.
“Did you have to distract yourself because Abe-chan’s all laid out on the bed?” Sakuma grinned.
“I blame you for that. So very much.” Fukazawa made a face and kneed the other’s butt gently. “You short little idiot. That’s why I went straight for the champagne, too.”
“Vodka, champagne, tequila all night? Or something like that?” Sakuma laughed.
Iwamoto rolled his eyes. “You two watched too many Kisumai concert DVDs.”
“Fukka made me!” Sakuma whined.
“Not like you minded!” Fukazawa pointed out. “You made me watch anime in return.”
Sakuma nodded. “Ah, that’s true.”
“Save me.” Watanabe crashed their little huddle.
“What’s wrong, Shota?” Fukazawa blinked. “What can we do for you?”
Turning to take a look, Sakuma and Iwamoto grinned.
“Oh I see. Date’s found the bathrobes.” Iwamoto chuckled.
“He’s doing it on purpose, I tell you.” Watanabe whined. “Not like this shoot isn’t ‘Snow Man Hotel Room Callboys’ enough already…”
“I’m not sure if I should feel insulted because you just called us male prostitutes.” Abe piped up, having appeared somewhere behind Sakuma. “At least hosts after a long day of work…”
“I don’t see how that makes it any better?” Fukazawa commented.
Blinking, Sakuma tilted his head to one side. “You lost me.”
“As usual.”
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I had planned to write more but I came down with a nasty bronchitis, so I'm going to rest ._.
This was inspired by Snow Man's recent Josei Seven Shoot
With the utmost (almost-reverent) care, Sakuma lowered the blinds. He watched them slide lower and lower towards Iwamoto’s face.
“Hey, what are you guys doing?” Fukazawa skipped over to them, startling Sakuma and causing him to let go of the cord for a moment. This of course cause the blinds to smack Iwamoto square in the face. “Oops?” Fukazawa offered, not seeming too apologetic about it.
“Oi!” Iwamoto made a face and pushed the blinds aside.
The three of them had been left alone for the time being, since the photographer was busy taking shots of Watanabe and Miyadate. Fukazawa was holding a camera - as was Sakuma - but they were obviously both not taking too many pictures right now. It was pretty much business as usual for Snow Man.
“Did you have to distract yourself because Abe-chan’s all laid out on the bed?” Sakuma grinned.
“I blame you for that. So very much.” Fukazawa made a face and kneed the other’s butt gently. “You short little idiot. That’s why I went straight for the champagne, too.”
“Vodka, champagne, tequila all night? Or something like that?” Sakuma laughed.
Iwamoto rolled his eyes. “You two watched too many Kisumai concert DVDs.”
“Fukka made me!” Sakuma whined.
“Not like you minded!” Fukazawa pointed out. “You made me watch anime in return.”
Sakuma nodded. “Ah, that’s true.”
“Save me.” Watanabe crashed their little huddle.
“What’s wrong, Shota?” Fukazawa blinked. “What can we do for you?”
Turning to take a look, Sakuma and Iwamoto grinned.
“Oh I see. Date’s found the bathrobes.” Iwamoto chuckled.
“He’s doing it on purpose, I tell you.” Watanabe whined. “Not like this shoot isn’t ‘Snow Man Hotel Room Callboys’ enough already…”
“I’m not sure if I should feel insulted because you just called us male prostitutes.” Abe piped up, having appeared somewhere behind Sakuma. “At least hosts after a long day of work…”
“I don’t see how that makes it any better?” Fukazawa commented.
Blinking, Sakuma tilted his head to one side. “You lost me.”
“As usual.”
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