Pairing: Aiba, Jun, Sho, Nino, Ohno, Kame. (Sakumiya and probably: OhBa and MatsuKame)
Beta: Thanks to lover_youshould - you are great <3
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Warning: Arashi as hosts; in later chapters: smut
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, but the story is mine.
Summary: To start a new life is everything Aiba wants. And his new work place in a different host club brings him a bunch of new friends.
Aiba pulled on his tie and bound it again. He was indeed nervous, even though he’s been doing this job for years, but a new workplace meant a totally new situation and with that also new guests, but in the end it couldn’t be worse than it was till now.
“Shall I help you?” Jun stood at the doorframe, his hands in the pockets of his suit. “What?” Jun added when Aiba stared at him, probably one moment too long.
Aiba swallowed. Jun was slender and small, but he was also damn good-looking in his suit. “Let me.” Jun stepped closer to take Aiba’s tie. He let his fingers move smoothly over the item. With some movements he had the tie bound around Aiba’s neck perfectly.
“Thanks,” Aiba just said. “I am a little bit nervous,” he admitted.
“That’s just normal.” Jun and Aiba turned to see Nino leaning against the door. “You look good,” Aiba said with a small smile around his lips.
“Hey, that’s not fair, you didn’t say anything to me,” Jun pretended that he was pouting at Aiba.
Aiba tousled through his hair and closed one eye. “Sorry,” he said. In the end all of them had to laugh. It felt good for Aiba. He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed. It must have been ages. Of course he laughed with his customers and sometimes with his colleagues, but it was never an honest laugh. Another part of the knot in his belly cleared up. Of course there were still a lot of bad feelings he had inside, but it already felt like the right direction he was going.
“Ready?” Jun asked and started walking downstairs, the others right behind him.
“You really look like James Bond and his two henchmen.” The owner laughed.
“Great, I always wanted to be a henchman,” Nino grumbled.
Aiba stood next to Nino and Jun and waited till the rest of the hosts appeared downstairs. He looked at the good looking men around him. Sometimes he wondered how he could be in the middle of them. It wasn’t that he thought of himself as ugly, but all those guys had something special, and he had the feeling that he was without any speciality.
“You must be the new one?” Someone stepped next to him, smiling. “I am Sho. I am also one of the guys here.” Aiba looked at the man. He was handsome like the others were, but he was much more of a gentleman than the others. Aiba could see that from the very first beginning on.
“Aiba, I am Aiba,” Aiba answered him friendly.
“Nice to meet you,” Sho said. Aiba could feel the other one’s eyes resting on him. And like everyone was he staring at his hands. Aiba put them in his pockets without looking away from Sho.
“Ah, you got to know each other already?” Nino stepped to them, his hand around Sho’s shoulder.
“I told you, I don’t like being touched like this,” Sho grumbled, but Nino didn’t seem to care.
“He is a little strange sometimes, but he is really good-hearted.” Nino nodded at his own words. Aiba swore that there was a small blush on Sho’s face. It wasn’t really visible, and it was just for a second, but there was something between them. Maybe Aiba had a special sense for things like this. They weren’t only friends, and Nino tried to show him that Sho was definitely his territory and Aiba shouldn’t get in there. He smiled. Aiba couldn’t remember how long it had been since he felt something for someone. Or maybe he never had really strong feelings for someone else.
The owner threw a glance at them, since they were talking while she was reading out the room numbers for the hosts. “Nino-kun, room 230.” She glanced at him.
“Sure.” He just smiled at her.
“Aiba-kun, room number 300,” she said with a soft tone in her voice. Aiba didn’t like it. He didn’t want to be pampered just because his life was a mess.
“Sure,” he said.
“MatsuJun.” She took a look at her notebook. “Room 301.” She smiled at Jun, who just bowed in front of her.
“If you need anything, just call. I am in the room next to you, okay?” Jun said when he passed Aiba. He indicated Aiba to follow him. “The rooms from 300 upwards are on the right side, the ones 200 on the left side. You wait inside till your guest comes to visit you. I don’t know how many it’ll be tonight, because your picture is not yet in the program. But let’s see.”
“Thanks for everything,” Aiba just answered.
Aiba stepped into the room number 300. It was a small room, but it was friendly. There was a couch on the left side, a TV towards the couch, a cupboard with a little fridge next to the TV. There were glasses and some drinks on the cupboard. A plate with edamame was placed there. On the backside of the room was a bed. It was a bed for two. It looked comfortable, but Aiba felt something in him clenching. He never had a problem with sleeping with someone else, because it was his job after all, and he decided to make this job without being forced to, but the last year was just horrible, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to switch off that painful feeling in him.
He sat on the couch and waited. Aiba didn’t count on a single customer this night, because like Jun said, his picture wasn’t in the program yet. Aiba took the book he brought with him and started reading, when someone knocked on the door. “Yes?” Aiba said. He placed the book on the small table next to the couch and stood up.
The door opened and a rather small guy stepped into the room. Aiba looked at him. He had a round face with small eyes and a big smile around his lips. He looked friendly, and totally not like other customers Aiba knew. “Hello,” the man said.
“Hello, come in.” Aiba signaled him to come into the room. The man wore jeans and a t-shirt with two fish on it. It made Aiba smile. The man was definitely no businessman, and he was probably not a scientist. For a student he was too old.
“I am Ohno Satoshi,” the man said and bowed. He had some wrinkles curling around his lips and eyes.
“Aiba, just Aiba,” He answered. “Sit down, I’ll bring something to drink.” Aiba walked up to the cupboard and filled two glasses with red wine. He didn’t like alcohol that much, because he wanted to have a clear mind. It saved his life three times that he didn’t drink too much. He could get away just because he wasn’t drunk.
The man took place on the couch. He bowed when Aiba gave him the wine. “Thanks, Aiba.”
Aiba sat next to him. “So how do you want it?” Aiba said directly. In his old club it was always like this. Men came, took a few sips of alcohol, used him, drank more, used him again, paid, went away. It was always the same procedure.
Ohno blinked at him. “Sorry, I am just a bit shocked, that you are going on that fast.” Ohno shifted on the couch to look at Aiba directly. “I thought we first talk with each other.”
Talking? Aiba tilted his head. “I am sorry, of course. Like you want.” He never experienced that a customer wanted to talk with him. In the end they all just searched for release and left afterwards.
“When did you get here?” Ohno asked.
Aiba twisted the glass between his fingers. “I came here today.”
“Oh.” Ohno’s eyes widened a little bit. “That’s why your picture isn’t in the program and you seem not to be used to the way they act here.”
Aiba looked at Ohno. “You are a regular guest?”
“Yes. I come here almost every day.”
Aiba knitted his eyebrows. “Every day?” He knew regular customers, but he never got to know an everyday guest.
Ohno chuckled. “Yeah, but I am not here for sex.” He rubbed over his chin, before he continued. “Or let’s say not exclusively.”
Aiba nodded. There were plenty of guests who wanted to talk, but Aiba never had the luck to get one of these. “When did you start coming here?” Aiba wanted to know.
“One and a half years ago. First I just wanted to come once. I had a troublesome time, and there was no one I could talk to, so I decided on coming here,” Ohno explained.
“You came here to talk about your problems?” Aiba sounded surprised. “In a host club, or no, better let’s say a sex club?”
Ohno shrugged his shoulders. “Yes. I had no one who’d have listened to me. And then I came here and saw the picture of Jun out there, and somehow I had the feeling that he’d listen to me.”
Aiba laughed. “Yeah, Jun is really a mommy.”
“You are here one day and you already know about it?” Ohno returned the laughter.
The bad feeling in Aiba got better by talking with Ohno. He was still insecure and a little afraid of what would come next, but in the end he wasn’t afraid the other would hurt him. “Yes, everyone gets to know about that first, right? So you are always with Jun?”
Ohno took a sip of his wine and put the glass back on the table. “Yes, normally I am with Jun. I booked him regularly, if you want to call it like that.”
Aiba felt something warm in him spreading. It was Jun who sent Ohno to him, he was sure about it. He heard Jun saying that Aiba shouldn’t be with a random customer on his first day, but Aiba didn’t know if he’d really do this. “So Jun told you to come to me?”
“Yes. I don’t have a problem with that, really.” Ohno looked a little shocked. “I don’t want you to believe that I am forced to be here. I really enjoy it, just Jun asked me to go to you tonight. Okay yes, he forced me a little bit, but I really have no…” Ohno started talking faster.
Aiba chuckled at that. He put his arm on Ohno’s shoulder. “It’s okay, really. I am happy Jun lent you to me, and I know what you want to say.”
“Okay.” Ohno sighed in relieve.
“So what is your job, Satoshi-kun?” Aiba leaned against the backrest of the couch, his eyes resting on Ohno’s face. He was beautiful, Aiba thought. Not the typical beauty, but there was something in his eyes what Aiba liked from the very first beginning.
“I am an artist,” Ohno explained.
“Really?” Aiba sat up. He really liked art, and he always wanted to talk with an artist, because for him it was one of the most beautiful things on earth. “I love art,” Aiba said full-heartedly.
Ohno smiled at that. His eyes started to sparkle and his lips curled into a big smile. “There aren’t many people who are interested in art.”
“I know, most think it’s boring. But have you ever seen Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa or Raffael’s school of Athens. They are just amazing.” Aiba’s voice got chipper. He didn’t have the chance to talk about his hobby often. The guys in his old club weren’t interested in everything concerning him, and he was sure that, even though Jun and Nino seemed to like him, they wouldn’t be interested in art.
“Yeah, I saw them during my stay in Paris and I was in Rome for an exhibition where I had the chance to see the Vatican,” Ohno answered.
Aiba’s mouth was a bit open. He knew he must have looked strange, but he had never been to these places, and to talk to someone who had, was just amazing for him. “You were there? You are kidding?”
Ohno laughed and stroked with his hand over Aiba’s cheek. When he saw the other freezing, he pulled back. “Sorry,” he said.
Aiba shook his head. The touch came too sudden for him. In the end it was nothing big, but Aiba didn’t like reactions he didn’t count on. “No problem. You paid for every service you want.”
For just one moment Ohno’s eyes got darker. “You don’t need to do whatever I pay for.” A silence appeared between them. Aiba just tried avoiding Ohno’s sight. In the end it was Ohno who picked up the topic from before. “Yes, I was really there. Shall I tell you about the Vatican museum?”
Aiba looked at Ohno and nodded. “But just when you relax again.” Ohno took Aiba’s hand which was fisted and stroked over it softly. Aiba let him, and to his surprise the sensitive touch of the other one’s hand felt good for him. He felt his tensed body relaxing under it.
Aiba didn’t know how long they talked about art, history, journeys and some other topics, but when Ohno told him that he had to leave, it was past midnight. “It was a pleasure for me.” Aiba bowed when Ohno slipped through the door.
“For me too.” Ohno smiled at him before he left the house.
“Seems you had a nice evening so far?” Jun stood in the door to his room and grinned at him.
“Thanks Jun,” Aiba just said.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Jun retorted.
“You organized that, right?”
Jun nodded at him. “But now you have to go on alone. I hope everything will be alright.”
Aiba stepped back to his room. He lied on the couch, his hands covering his face. He really enjoyed that evening, and he hoped it’d go on like this. Even though he knew Ohno was Jun’s regular customer, Aiba hoped that he’d at least visit him from time to time.