Eyes on the money
Jan. 28th, 2018 10:44 amRating: G
Genre: Established relationship, romance,
Length: One Shot
Ninomiya Kazunari let out a breath which half sounded like a moan as he was summoned by the yellow light on the board. Dragging himself up out of his clothes he moved out of the dressing room and into the smoky hallway. The passageway was dark enough without the smoke, but the owner of the club refused to get his patrons to stop smoking inside and so people like him and the three female dancers had to like it or lump it. The Backroom Club, was every bit as seedy as the name suggested. It was in essence a hostess bar, but they ran more in the way of erotic dancing. Nino was surprisingly popular, even for being a guy, and the money was good which was all he cared about at the end of the day.
“Room six” The club madam huffed in his direction when she saw him, and Nino almost groaned audibly. Room six at the back of the club was the smallest and dankest room in the place, it was also the one furthest away from the two bouncers at the entrance meaning that the client was prone to want more than a dance and would get touchy feely. If there was one thing Nino liked about the backroom club, it was that they had and endorsed a strict no touching policy. The last club he’d worked in hadn’t minded touching or more so long as they got a cut of whatever money was offered.
Nino had broken a client’s hand when they had thought it was his god given right to touch and the Pussy club hadn’t wanted him back again. The Backroom offered him the chance to keep dancing and he had taken it even if the share of the takings was smaller. Money was money and he needed it, lots of it. But there were things he wasn’t prepared to do to get it.
Standing outside of room six Nino paused in his steps and allowed himself to adjust the clothes he was wearing. It was only a figure hugging pair of jeans that accented his best feature, his ass, and a flowy see-through shirt that offered the client the best view of his nipples. When he had first gotten into male lap dancing he had imagined himself having to wear corsets and fishnet stockings but thankfully that hadn’t come very often. Guys wanted to see a cute hot guy dancing for them. Mussing up his hair with his finger tips he vaguely acknowledged that it was the last client he needed before he could head home, his quota filled for the day, and was able to push a smile onto his lips.
The door stuck for a moment as he tried to open it but eventually it was freed, and he stepped inside. His client was sat on a satin sofa with food and drink stretched out before him as though he were king of some foreign land. One of his arms was stretched out on the back of the sofa while the other was moving over the muscles that were on display. Nino gave him a brief glance confirming that this wasn’t somebody he had seen before. He gave a small smile, a fake one which didn’t reach his eyes, and then bowed his head slowly whispering;
“Good evening, my name is Saigo, I hope I please you…”
The man on the sofa chuckled in what he probably thought was a sultry sound, but Nino had to fight the urge to be sick. He couldn’t understand why people wanted to mix business with pleasure, it wasn’t as though he was going to fall in love with somebody he met while working. Not when he already had his old man waiting for him at home.
“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” The man asked huskily, and Nino found it in him to flirt, lowering his head and forming his lips in a picture-perfect smile. It was all for show his mind was already on his old man. The love of his life. Ohno Satoshi. The man had no idea what it was he did for a living and Nino wanted to keep it that way. He knew he worked in a club somewhere but otherwise Nino had maintained his secret. It was just a job and once he had gotten enough money together they could leave. Satoshi had always wanted to live near the ocean where he could get work on a boat and Nino was determined that he would give him that his man deserved it.
“What kind of music would you like?” Nino asked softly moving over to a record player in the corner of the room. The selection was varied but he had a routine for all of them. He could feel the man’s eyes on his bum and he slowly started swaying it in a figure of eight pattern knowing it was his best feature.
“Whatever you would like…” The man huffed his words followed by a smacking of lips and Nino rolled his eyes putting on one of his regular songs. The music was slow sensual and easy for him to close his eyes to and just move his body. Letting the song flow through his body he allowed himself to move a little more making it feel as though they were on a date and had just returned home. Once he had done a few sways and dips he turned on his heel and walked back to the man who had slid down in the chair and was watching him hungrily.
Placing his eyes on the wall he moved earnestly his hands moving over his body as he swayed and rolled. As his body moved in autopilot Nino allowed himself to think about what he would be making for dinner and wondering how Satoshi had gotten on with his job. It was the fourth one he’d had in three months and he hoped that this one would stick for a while. Satoshi was perfect in his eyes, but he knew that his chronic dyslexia meant he found it more difficult than most to hold down a job. His inability to tell left from right had stopped him from passing his driving test.
It had brought Satoshi to tears, but Nino had held him tightly his arms wrapping around his firm body his chin hooking over his shoulder as he pressed his nose into his neck. Satoshi had been the first man to ever treat him right, to treat him like a gentleman, and he loved him from almost the first time they’d met. It had been Satoshi’s first time in the city and he had gotten lost in the wrong part of town because he hadn’t been able to read the station names. Nino had seen him being harassed by two gangster wannabes. He may be small, but he was mighty, and he had sent the youths scurrying away with a flea in their ear.
He had taken Satoshi where he had needed to go, and they had gone for a meal afterwards. Satoshi had asked if he could date him in such a soft way his cheeks burning with embarrassment his fingers tugging at the ticket in his hands. Nino hadn’t been looking for a relationship, but he hadn’t been able to say anything other than yes. Satoshi had made him feel treasured, loved, and respected and Nino had fallen hard.
The letter Satoshi had sent him asking if they could live together was his most treasured possession. It was full of mistakes, crossings out, and blobs of ink but it was amazing to him and he kept it in his wallet taking it out and looking at it when things got tough. Satoshi deserved his house by the ocean and Nino was going to get it for him.
“Ugnh…You’re good” the man in front of him breathed in a strangled sounding voice and Nino hummed his smile returning as he brought his hand down his stomach and then over his trousers where he popped open a few of the buttons to reveal just a hint of his underwear. There was a groan from the man and Nino was sure he heard a zipper going. He didn’t look but kept his body moving making sure the man got just the dance he wanted while he thought about his old man and that he had more money to put into the pot for his dream home.
THE END
A/N: A short story >.< I hope that this was okay >.< For
littlebadlei
and
reveetoile
thank-you for always listening to me complain <3
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Date: 2018-01-28 10:03 pm (UTC)Ohmiya is so sweet. I love how Ohno asked Nino to date him and how Nino works hard for them to move to the sea
Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2018-02-02 08:25 am (UTC)Nino want to protect his baby...his satoshi. I love you nino
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Date: 2018-03-18 10:45 am (UTC)Though I really agree with everyone! This makes me yearn of Ohmiya's drama side of the story. Its amazing!
Thank u for this <3