[log] Niou & Shiraishi
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tennis_hellWho: Niou Masaharu and Shiraishi Kuranosuke
What: Niou is a cat on the prowl and decides to go to the House of Strays. In other words, he wants to see Shiraishi because of Reasons.
When: Last night, November 24th
Where: Shiraishi's apartment
Rating: PG-13 for sexual implicationsNiou wishes </3
It was no secret that Shiraishi was going to be moving into the area. In fact, Shiraishi had told Niou himself that he was going to be moving before all of the arrangements were final, so that he could be closer for the filming of Star Debut. With how Shiraishi’s face was literally everywhere - the street corners, convenience store advertisements, music playing over the speaks of each store - it was no surprise that travelling back and forth between Osaka and Tokyo would get annoying along with everything else he tried to fit into his schedule.
While Niou had experienced a great amount of success himself, even NI-OH had to bow down to the greatness that was Kurarin.
But of course, what kind of costar would Niou be if he didn’t bother Shiraishi basically within mere hours of him arriving? Of course, it had actually been longer than that - a few days, his manager had told him as an aside when they were driving to a recent shoot - but it was long enough that Niou definitely needed to spread his scent all over the apartment like the cats that Shiraishi always welcomed into his home.
With a scarf tucked up to his nose and obnoxious combat boots clicking down the hall leading to Shiraishi’s apartment, Niou made his way to the door and tapped out the melody for the chorus of Shiraishi’s newest single recorded for the drama rather than knocking.
On the one hand, Shiraishi was one hundred percent sure that he did not invite anyone over on this particular night, since he was juggling everyone that he was trying to see as carefully as possible so as to not over-book himself. On the other hand, he was absolutely certain that the knock was from his co-star Niou Masaharu who was undoubtedly coming to be obnoxious, roll around with his cat, and probably leave something in the apartment so that he would have an excuse to come back at a later time.
Normally, Shiraishi didn’t really like for people to see him in his glasses, but given that Niou had to see him in various states of undress for the drama, he wasn’t going to put forth the effort to change. He was in a pair of old Shitenhouji sweatpants that should not have fit him now that he was an adult, a loose t-shirt that probably actually belonged to Kenya at some point, and his red-framed emo glasses. He tucked his tablet under his arm and went to open the door for Niou, smiling patiently.
“Well that took longer than expected. Did our manager hold you up?” He stepped out of the way of the doorway to allow Niou to pass. Angel brushed against his legs, turning curious, blue eyes up at Niou and letting out a soft, tiny mewl of a cat much smaller than her already small stature.
“Long enough to tell me to be a good boy,” Niou responded in kind, stepping past Shiraishi, and unlacing the boots to kick them off in the entryway. She didn’t actually do anything of the sort - Niou made it there on his own two feet with little trouble other than startling a group of teenage girls who were for some reason wearing their school uniform even though it was a Sunday night, and so it wasn’t fair to blame it on their manager, but, well, she knew what she had gotten herself into taking on both of them.
Blue eyes swept over the apartment, or what he could see of it, anyway. As expected, it was already void of any moving boxes or even any indication that he had been moving recently at all. It was rather… homey. And much larger than his own Tokyo box. “Nice digs.” Niou bent over to scoop Angel into his arms where she promptly climbed up onto his shoulders to wind around the back of his neck, shoving her face in his and purring, and then wandered into the living room. “Big enough for two.”
“Yep, it’s perfect for me and Angel,” Shiraishi agreed jokingly, taking up his spot on the couch, again, with his tablet. He motioned toward the kitchen while Niou wandered around. “If you want, there’s beer in the fridge, feel free to help yourself. Oh, and snacks, or whatever you need.” He pulled his throw blanket back over his legs, the one that his mother made for him before he moved out of the house so he would have something of her with him all the time, and curled into the corner of the couch. He fully expected that Niou would go snooping around in every corner like a curious cat.
Niou would be a terrible cat if he didn’t do just that. Not that he needed Shiraishi’s permission, he was going to do it anyway because that was just part of the deal, but he certainly didn’t need to be told twice to help himself to a beer. As expected, there was nothing cheap - only expensive, imported draft beer that probably cost more than anything Niou had in his fridge, but it wasn’t on his tab.
Beer in hand, Niou poked around the rest of the house, intermittently giving Angel scratches as he did so. She was one of the fluffiest, affectionate cats he had ever met - he himself was a bit of a cat whisperer, but Shiraishi took it to another level. How well Angel was trained was a true testament to that, and he didn’t even have to put forth that much effort. It was just like all manners of cats turned into lovey dovey, ragdolls around him.
“Bed looks nice.” His voice filtered into the living room from the bedroom, where he was poking around at the blanket to test the mattress.
Shiraishi had been zoning out looking at his dreamwidth friends list when Niou made the observation about the bed. “Are you and Angel going to try it out?” He called back, opening up a post from Oshitari Yuushi to make a comment. He knew that the first place Niou was going to go once he got the beer was to the bed. He would get into the sock drawer, next, trying to find the secret stash that did not exist. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to go looking for it. For all his wild behavior, Niou was still predictably Niou.
“You wanna join?” There was a clear invitation in Niou’s words, his tone definitely implying something that he would be dreaming would ever actually be a thing. Despite the implication, Niou was actually busying himself making a mess of the covers so that he could genuinely lay down and try it out. It didn’t seem particularly fancy - no expensive bedding or anything - but there was definitely a feather mattress on the bed.
With a shake of his head, Shiraishi got up from the couch, took a moment to lay the blanket back over the back of the couch and set his tablet down on the charger, and wandered back to the bedroom door. He leaned his shoulder into the door, watching… whatever it was that Niou was doing with amusement playing over his features. “I’m not that into you, I just pretend to be for TV,” he retorted, though his smile was fond.
Ever so gently Niou placed Angel on the bed so that she could do her thing, watching her wander around in circles for a few seconds before settling on what must have been Shiraishi’s pillow, before he too flopped down in the bed. As expected - feather mattress. It was heavenly.
“If that’s the case, then I guess we’re just gonna have to practice to get’cha there.” It was slightly muffled through the blankets on the bed, though once Niou had comfortable tousled everything around, he pressed his cheek into the comforter so that he could look at Shiraishi with a shit eating smile.
“That’s what rehearsal is for,” Shiraishi retorted. It was impossible to pretend that Niou wasn’t attractive, his bright eyes and mess of hair reminded Shiraishi of someone else that he was a little less hesitant to go for a roll in the hay with. “We’ll work out the kinks on set.”
“I sure hope so,” was Niou’s retort in return, looking up at Shiraishi through thick lashes.
“I realize, now, my mistake.” Shiraishi shook his head, motioning to the bed. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I doubt that bed is going to see that kind of action anytime soon.” Between the no dating clause in his contract and the fact that he had no time to take on a significant other, Shiraishi was almost positive that his single status was going to remain firmly untouched for some time, yet. He was enjoying living vicariously through his friends who had found happiness, anyway. Between the adorable failure of a romance that was Yukari and Kenya to the sweet wave of emotion that seemed to have engulfed Hikaru and Akaya, Shiraishi was having just as good of a time on the sidelines.
It was a shame - Shiraishi was a pretty face, a bundle of talent, and hips that knew how to fluidly move in every which direction, that would make him a very good candidate in bed. Not that Niou had seen a whole lot of action that wasn’t with a couple of close friends - he couldn’t risk looking outside of his closest circle given the tabloids would be all over him and he wasn’t so dumb as to risk his career for a lay.
“Y’sure ‘bout that? I can do something to change that.” Another slow, cat-like grin.
Shiraishi laughed and stepped away from the doorway to go over to the bed, resting one knee on the bed near Niou. From this angle, he really did look as much like a cat as Angel herself. “You might be in the wrong business if you’re going to pitch hard sales for sex like that,” he suggested.
In all honesty, it probably would have been much more lucrative to go that route in the early months of his career, but Niou knew better than to get involved in the sex industry like that - it was full of exploitation, abuse, and he wasn’t about to go down that path even had he wanted to. Porn was one thing; prostitution was a whole other ball game.
“Is it working?” It was his one last ditch effort for shits and giggles, eyelashes fluttering hard as though to accent the request.
With a laugh, Shiraishi retorted, “I don’t want to have sex with anyone who calls it ‘fucking’.”
Psh. It was rude to bring his past self’s words into it. “Love making?”
“Then you need to be in love,” Shiraishi argued, knowing full well that Niou wasn’t looking for love making with him tonight.
“Do the deed?” It was almost physically painful to put it like that - Niou was never so… so… implicative.
“What are you, five?” It sounded like the kind of shy thing that Yukari said to her older brother when she was talking about figuring out her physical relationship with Kenya.
“Intercourse.” Literal?
“Okay, Doctor.” And that sounded like Kenya, Shiraishi mused.
“Anal sex.” Niou could go on, but he was lazy, and the bed was warm and inviting for snuggles.
A laugh bubbled out of Shiraishi and he flopped down on the bed next to Niou, turning his head to look at him. “I don’t think this is going to work. I’m into the basics.” Not that anal sex wasn’t basic, but he also knew that whatever Niou wanted long term was going to be something more adventurous than vanilla Kuranosuke.
Oh, Shiraishi was easy. That was almost too easy. A slow, lazy grin tugged at his cheeks, his eyes naturally falling a bit heavy lidded because, damn, the bed. “I’m basic.”
Niou was in for something else if he thought it was going to be that easy with Shiraishi. “You may be a basic bitch, but you’re not basic.” He propped his head up on his hand, giving him a patient smile in return. He was the cat whisperer, after all. Even the most difficult, yowling, stray cat would become a ragdoll with a bit of love from Shiraishi.
A wild laugh tore out of Niou, moment broken (as though there had been any moment to begin with), and he twisted around to flop on his back instead. “Alright, fine, your win.” It was a brilliant comeback - one that was a total shame wasn’t on the rest of the internet to see. Thin arms reached out to scoop Angel back into his hold, settling her on his chest, and scratching behind her ears.
Shiraishi accepted that. “You aren’t going to leave, though, are you?” He knew perfectly well what the answer was going to be. He was already getting to his feet to get a beer to join Niou in celebrating his move to Tokyo,.
“Nah. I heard you take in strays.”
Niou’s own beer had been abandoned on Shiraishi’s dresser with only a partial sip gone; he figured that Shiraishi could grab it on his way back in. It would go without any true acknowledgement on Niou’s part, he was not open about his feelings in the same way that someone expressive like Shiraishi was, but he was actually quite looking forward to the fact that Shiraishi would no longer be so far. They had been part of the same agency and under the same manager since Shiraishi first signed on, but their opportunities to genuinely work together had been few and far between.
It was technically total coincidence that they would come together like this, given their history in middle school, but Shiraishi also wasn’t the sort of person to believe in coincidence, and sometimes the universe was just plain laughing at its own hilarity.
As expected, when he came back with his own beer, Shiraishi grabbed Niou’s off the dresser and brought it over to him as he settled on the bed, only briefly disturbing Angel so she could snuggle between them, instead. “So,” he said, taking a sip of the beer. “Tell me what’s new.”
What: Niou is a cat on the prowl and decides to go to the House of Strays. In other words, he wants to see Shiraishi because of Reasons.
When: Last night, November 24th
Where: Shiraishi's apartment
Rating: PG-13 for sexual implications
It was no secret that Shiraishi was going to be moving into the area. In fact, Shiraishi had told Niou himself that he was going to be moving before all of the arrangements were final, so that he could be closer for the filming of Star Debut. With how Shiraishi’s face was literally everywhere - the street corners, convenience store advertisements, music playing over the speaks of each store - it was no surprise that travelling back and forth between Osaka and Tokyo would get annoying along with everything else he tried to fit into his schedule.
While Niou had experienced a great amount of success himself, even NI-OH had to bow down to the greatness that was Kurarin.
But of course, what kind of costar would Niou be if he didn’t bother Shiraishi basically within mere hours of him arriving? Of course, it had actually been longer than that - a few days, his manager had told him as an aside when they were driving to a recent shoot - but it was long enough that Niou definitely needed to spread his scent all over the apartment like the cats that Shiraishi always welcomed into his home.
With a scarf tucked up to his nose and obnoxious combat boots clicking down the hall leading to Shiraishi’s apartment, Niou made his way to the door and tapped out the melody for the chorus of Shiraishi’s newest single recorded for the drama rather than knocking.
On the one hand, Shiraishi was one hundred percent sure that he did not invite anyone over on this particular night, since he was juggling everyone that he was trying to see as carefully as possible so as to not over-book himself. On the other hand, he was absolutely certain that the knock was from his co-star Niou Masaharu who was undoubtedly coming to be obnoxious, roll around with his cat, and probably leave something in the apartment so that he would have an excuse to come back at a later time.
Normally, Shiraishi didn’t really like for people to see him in his glasses, but given that Niou had to see him in various states of undress for the drama, he wasn’t going to put forth the effort to change. He was in a pair of old Shitenhouji sweatpants that should not have fit him now that he was an adult, a loose t-shirt that probably actually belonged to Kenya at some point, and his red-framed emo glasses. He tucked his tablet under his arm and went to open the door for Niou, smiling patiently.
“Well that took longer than expected. Did our manager hold you up?” He stepped out of the way of the doorway to allow Niou to pass. Angel brushed against his legs, turning curious, blue eyes up at Niou and letting out a soft, tiny mewl of a cat much smaller than her already small stature.
“Long enough to tell me to be a good boy,” Niou responded in kind, stepping past Shiraishi, and unlacing the boots to kick them off in the entryway. She didn’t actually do anything of the sort - Niou made it there on his own two feet with little trouble other than startling a group of teenage girls who were for some reason wearing their school uniform even though it was a Sunday night, and so it wasn’t fair to blame it on their manager, but, well, she knew what she had gotten herself into taking on both of them.
Blue eyes swept over the apartment, or what he could see of it, anyway. As expected, it was already void of any moving boxes or even any indication that he had been moving recently at all. It was rather… homey. And much larger than his own Tokyo box. “Nice digs.” Niou bent over to scoop Angel into his arms where she promptly climbed up onto his shoulders to wind around the back of his neck, shoving her face in his and purring, and then wandered into the living room. “Big enough for two.”
“Yep, it’s perfect for me and Angel,” Shiraishi agreed jokingly, taking up his spot on the couch, again, with his tablet. He motioned toward the kitchen while Niou wandered around. “If you want, there’s beer in the fridge, feel free to help yourself. Oh, and snacks, or whatever you need.” He pulled his throw blanket back over his legs, the one that his mother made for him before he moved out of the house so he would have something of her with him all the time, and curled into the corner of the couch. He fully expected that Niou would go snooping around in every corner like a curious cat.
Niou would be a terrible cat if he didn’t do just that. Not that he needed Shiraishi’s permission, he was going to do it anyway because that was just part of the deal, but he certainly didn’t need to be told twice to help himself to a beer. As expected, there was nothing cheap - only expensive, imported draft beer that probably cost more than anything Niou had in his fridge, but it wasn’t on his tab.
Beer in hand, Niou poked around the rest of the house, intermittently giving Angel scratches as he did so. She was one of the fluffiest, affectionate cats he had ever met - he himself was a bit of a cat whisperer, but Shiraishi took it to another level. How well Angel was trained was a true testament to that, and he didn’t even have to put forth that much effort. It was just like all manners of cats turned into lovey dovey, ragdolls around him.
“Bed looks nice.” His voice filtered into the living room from the bedroom, where he was poking around at the blanket to test the mattress.
Shiraishi had been zoning out looking at his dreamwidth friends list when Niou made the observation about the bed. “Are you and Angel going to try it out?” He called back, opening up a post from Oshitari Yuushi to make a comment. He knew that the first place Niou was going to go once he got the beer was to the bed. He would get into the sock drawer, next, trying to find the secret stash that did not exist. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to go looking for it. For all his wild behavior, Niou was still predictably Niou.
“You wanna join?” There was a clear invitation in Niou’s words, his tone definitely implying something that he would be dreaming would ever actually be a thing. Despite the implication, Niou was actually busying himself making a mess of the covers so that he could genuinely lay down and try it out. It didn’t seem particularly fancy - no expensive bedding or anything - but there was definitely a feather mattress on the bed.
With a shake of his head, Shiraishi got up from the couch, took a moment to lay the blanket back over the back of the couch and set his tablet down on the charger, and wandered back to the bedroom door. He leaned his shoulder into the door, watching… whatever it was that Niou was doing with amusement playing over his features. “I’m not that into you, I just pretend to be for TV,” he retorted, though his smile was fond.
Ever so gently Niou placed Angel on the bed so that she could do her thing, watching her wander around in circles for a few seconds before settling on what must have been Shiraishi’s pillow, before he too flopped down in the bed. As expected - feather mattress. It was heavenly.
“If that’s the case, then I guess we’re just gonna have to practice to get’cha there.” It was slightly muffled through the blankets on the bed, though once Niou had comfortable tousled everything around, he pressed his cheek into the comforter so that he could look at Shiraishi with a shit eating smile.
“That’s what rehearsal is for,” Shiraishi retorted. It was impossible to pretend that Niou wasn’t attractive, his bright eyes and mess of hair reminded Shiraishi of someone else that he was a little less hesitant to go for a roll in the hay with. “We’ll work out the kinks on set.”
“I sure hope so,” was Niou’s retort in return, looking up at Shiraishi through thick lashes.
“I realize, now, my mistake.” Shiraishi shook his head, motioning to the bed. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I doubt that bed is going to see that kind of action anytime soon.” Between the no dating clause in his contract and the fact that he had no time to take on a significant other, Shiraishi was almost positive that his single status was going to remain firmly untouched for some time, yet. He was enjoying living vicariously through his friends who had found happiness, anyway. Between the adorable failure of a romance that was Yukari and Kenya to the sweet wave of emotion that seemed to have engulfed Hikaru and Akaya, Shiraishi was having just as good of a time on the sidelines.
It was a shame - Shiraishi was a pretty face, a bundle of talent, and hips that knew how to fluidly move in every which direction, that would make him a very good candidate in bed. Not that Niou had seen a whole lot of action that wasn’t with a couple of close friends - he couldn’t risk looking outside of his closest circle given the tabloids would be all over him and he wasn’t so dumb as to risk his career for a lay.
“Y’sure ‘bout that? I can do something to change that.” Another slow, cat-like grin.
Shiraishi laughed and stepped away from the doorway to go over to the bed, resting one knee on the bed near Niou. From this angle, he really did look as much like a cat as Angel herself. “You might be in the wrong business if you’re going to pitch hard sales for sex like that,” he suggested.
In all honesty, it probably would have been much more lucrative to go that route in the early months of his career, but Niou knew better than to get involved in the sex industry like that - it was full of exploitation, abuse, and he wasn’t about to go down that path even had he wanted to. Porn was one thing; prostitution was a whole other ball game.
“Is it working?” It was his one last ditch effort for shits and giggles, eyelashes fluttering hard as though to accent the request.
With a laugh, Shiraishi retorted, “I don’t want to have sex with anyone who calls it ‘fucking’.”
Psh. It was rude to bring his past self’s words into it. “Love making?”
“Then you need to be in love,” Shiraishi argued, knowing full well that Niou wasn’t looking for love making with him tonight.
“Do the deed?” It was almost physically painful to put it like that - Niou was never so… so… implicative.
“What are you, five?” It sounded like the kind of shy thing that Yukari said to her older brother when she was talking about figuring out her physical relationship with Kenya.
“Intercourse.” Literal?
“Okay, Doctor.” And that sounded like Kenya, Shiraishi mused.
“Anal sex.” Niou could go on, but he was lazy, and the bed was warm and inviting for snuggles.
A laugh bubbled out of Shiraishi and he flopped down on the bed next to Niou, turning his head to look at him. “I don’t think this is going to work. I’m into the basics.” Not that anal sex wasn’t basic, but he also knew that whatever Niou wanted long term was going to be something more adventurous than vanilla Kuranosuke.
Oh, Shiraishi was easy. That was almost too easy. A slow, lazy grin tugged at his cheeks, his eyes naturally falling a bit heavy lidded because, damn, the bed. “I’m basic.”
Niou was in for something else if he thought it was going to be that easy with Shiraishi. “You may be a basic bitch, but you’re not basic.” He propped his head up on his hand, giving him a patient smile in return. He was the cat whisperer, after all. Even the most difficult, yowling, stray cat would become a ragdoll with a bit of love from Shiraishi.
A wild laugh tore out of Niou, moment broken (as though there had been any moment to begin with), and he twisted around to flop on his back instead. “Alright, fine, your win.” It was a brilliant comeback - one that was a total shame wasn’t on the rest of the internet to see. Thin arms reached out to scoop Angel back into his hold, settling her on his chest, and scratching behind her ears.
Shiraishi accepted that. “You aren’t going to leave, though, are you?” He knew perfectly well what the answer was going to be. He was already getting to his feet to get a beer to join Niou in celebrating his move to Tokyo,.
“Nah. I heard you take in strays.”
Niou’s own beer had been abandoned on Shiraishi’s dresser with only a partial sip gone; he figured that Shiraishi could grab it on his way back in. It would go without any true acknowledgement on Niou’s part, he was not open about his feelings in the same way that someone expressive like Shiraishi was, but he was actually quite looking forward to the fact that Shiraishi would no longer be so far. They had been part of the same agency and under the same manager since Shiraishi first signed on, but their opportunities to genuinely work together had been few and far between.
It was technically total coincidence that they would come together like this, given their history in middle school, but Shiraishi also wasn’t the sort of person to believe in coincidence, and sometimes the universe was just plain laughing at its own hilarity.
As expected, when he came back with his own beer, Shiraishi grabbed Niou’s off the dresser and brought it over to him as he settled on the bed, only briefly disturbing Angel so she could snuggle between them, instead. “So,” he said, taking a sip of the beer. “Tell me what’s new.”
