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Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Shiro felt like a weight dropped from his chest when he was today that his ex could never love him. Then came the story, the explanation he had waited for in all those years. It wasn't his fault, Akira had listened to his best friend and take her advice to heart. I understand. It sounded ridiculous in his mind. How could he possibly understand how it went down five years ago? It seemed that leaving him had only left his ex more of a mess as he was ditched twice when his best friend moved as well. It was a sting in his heart, had he only known that it would come to this. He wanted to say something but Akira changed the subject to his playing and reminded him of the time he had left. Thanks. I let myself into the music back when it all happened. I don't think I would've made it to today if I didn't have the band. Shiro admitted, standing up and looking down at his ex when the refund was mentioned. No. I won't get a refund. He shock his head, seeing the flashing light and then looking to the door he would leave through. He had noticed the skirt moving, the tent appearing. His arms felt weary from how tight he'd held onto the chair as he gave a soft smile to Akira. Keep the sweatbands. Unless it smells like death and destruction. He tried to lighten the mood. I gave the first one to you because I didn't know how else to express my feelings. And last night, I wanted to find out if you still had anything for me. The light seemed to flash faster, there were only seconds left. He stepped up, taking his ex's hand and gave it a squeeze. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight. My number should be in your call log, so just give me a ring or a text when you're off. He said, the door opening as a bouncer checked in, forcing Shiro to let go. Later Aki. He said warmly before he turned to leave, not wanting to be kicked out.
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Akira looked genuinely shocked when the other stated that he understood. He had never in the give years they were apart thought his ex would understand that he ditched him to essentially get famous. This, he found, made him feel even worse than he had telling the other why. He wouldn't express this though, he would stay quite about it. If for some reason Shiro did understand let him. He gave a small a smile when the other said he let himself fall into the music. The man he knew had always been there, inside the music. He had loved to dance to that music, still did, but it was much more fun when it was just them in a dance studio. Akira was happy the man finally got there for himself. Akira stopped himself when he told him to keep the bands. He understood the first one, he had to laugh at the second. You know, normal people just ask. He said. His heart slipped a beat when the other grabbed his hand. So when the bouncer came in and Shiro let go he seemed to spur into action. By the time he manned to get his body to follow suit with his heart Shiro had left the room, so he ran after him, Shiro! He called after the man, grabbing his hand and tugging on him slightly, to get him to turn around. The moment the other did he leaned up and kissed him. I get off at 3. He whispered against the others lips. In reality he was sure the other didn't hear him, but he didn't care, he would call. Well, probably text. He stepped away from the other, a small flush on his cheeks. Sleep, okay? He called over the music, we can meet for breakfast. You remember the diner right? The one we used to go to? He tried, I'll message the time when I leave work.
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The moment of shock made Shiro realise how idiotic his choice of words had been. Understanding that he'd been ditched because someone else thought he wouldn't get anywhere was beyond what others could probably comprehend. Yet it had been said, and it was too late to take back now. There was only one thing to do and that was move forward, the past should remain where it was, behind them. Hearing the laugh, Shiro knew that Akira would find him humorous. He'd always been bad at expressing himself without doing it through song and music. The two sweatbands were perfect proof of that. And as he had left the room, he suddenly felt his hand tugged back, making him spin around, enough to see Akira leaning up, into a kiss. He couldn't help himself when their lips met, returning it as he heard the whisper. The sparks were back. The butterflies in the pit of his stomach. A blush playing over his cheeks. Why did his knees have to feel weak now? He knew he could hold himself together as he listened nodding, giving his warm smile. Alright, we'll meet for breakfast at the diner. He replied over the music, it was the best they could do for now and it would at least give them a purpose. He felt like he had a purpose at least, outside the band. He wanted to fully win back his ex, to fire up what they had together and rebuild everything. It was time for him to leave though, as he noticed the attention they slowly gathered, he lifted his hand in a quick wave. Later. I should get going. He said, this time knowing he had to head out as Akira still had customers waiting on him. And he knew that in this place, as with many other businesses, time was money. It was more literal here. But he had something to look forward to, his heart churning as he had a smile on his lips when he got out, finding a taxi to head back to the hotel, his phone in his hand the entire time, he didn't want to risk missing the text accidentally. Although he hoped the night wouldn't bring any bad with it for either of them.
Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Akira really shouldn't have kissed him. Not only did he crave more of it now, he had drawn attention from not only the patrons but the employees. He turned his gaze to the floor and nodded when the other said they could meet for breakfast. He smiled lightly and waved at Shiro as he left and watched him leave before he went back to his job. Oddly enough his heart was more in it with the customers almost fully enjoying himself as he danced for them. Once he finished with work he texted Shiro. He wasn't sure what time he was going to wake up, but he should be there at around 8. He hesitated before sending the text but at the end of his struggle he sent stating 8 at the diner. With that he headed home and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. He dreamt that night for the first time in years about Shiro, about being happy. When he woke up he had roughly 30 minutes to get ready and get to the diner. He was going to be late and he knew it. He sighed before he pulled on a light summer dress, curling is hair lightly at the ends before heading out. He stopped and checked himself before heading out and was at the diner almost 15 minutes late. He looked around trying to find Shiro. He hadn't even thought to call or text the man to tell him he was running late. Once again his heart was pounding in his chest and the butterflies were flying again. He had to laugh at himself, it wasn't like he hadn't been on a first date before...and with this man in particular. It also wasn't like this was a date. He took a deep breath and tried to shove down the butterflies again. He scanned the diner again and when he spotted his old lover he headed over. Hey. He whispered and moved to sit in front of the other, so...um...how are you? He asked.
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Shiro aimlessly wandered his hotel room that night. He couldn't really find a place or a moment to relax. The memory of the kiss they shared fresh on his mind and the taste of Akira's lips on his own. Something he couldn't help but crave more of. And he knew he had to wait for their breakfast meeting the next day. It took him almost a full hour before he laid down on the bed, not bothering with undressing as he drifted off to sleep. He.had left his phone on the nightstand by the bed, and he didn't react to the text popping in. Yet he woke up fairly early, about two hours before he had to be there and saw the text. Smiling, he replied that would make sure to be there at 8. Then he went to get his shower done, finally having a reason to fully clean himself and get ready. And when he came back out, he opted for a fairly new set of clothes. A brand new dark red t-shirt with the band logo on and a pair of jeans. He wanted to look casual and not stand out, yet his hair would easily contrast the color of the shirt as he decided to head out in good time. And he was there as he meant to, fifteen minutes early. He made sure to get a table where he could have his back to the door, wanting to be surprised when Akira arrived. Then he got himself a cup of coffee to get a boost of energy, and to at least look a bit fresher as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to make sure he looked as fresh as he could. Then suddenly, the door opened. Fifteen minutes late. Shiro had turned his head all the time, and finally he saw his ex, in a cute summer dress, making him smile. It was nice to see him like that. And it made him feel warm. Hey. He replied as Akira sat down across from him. It was a bit of a neutral opening between them, but he had to admit he was relieved as he waved for the waitress to bring them menus. Much better now that you're here. He admitted. It felt right to say it like that. Although I was starting to get nervous, until I remembered how you liked to make me wait after class. He gave a soft grin. He had been forgotten a lot of times, or delayed. Akira sometimes forgot group projects and had arranged that they'd walk home together the same day. Not that Shiro minded, it didn't change his feelings as he only found it cute when they later made up and shrugged it off together. He hoped it would be the same this time, as he didn't want anything bad to be between them. I hope you didn't get into trouble over me last night. He added, thinking back to their rather public display at the club where Akira worked.
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Akira winced when the other mentioned he was starting to get worried that he wasn't going to come, I really haven't gotten a lot better about that. he blushed, I swear...I just, with my job and all, it's hard to get up in the morning sometimes. I guess I kind of forgot to set my alarm. Then I decided to look like this today...and yeah, I'm a mess. he chuckled. He had hated every time he was late or even forgot that he had something that caused him to put Shiro second. It wasn't like he meant to do things like that, but he had to admit he didn't it rather often and it sadly made breaking up with Shiro and leaving him behind a lot easier. His smile faded a little bit as he thought about it and wondered how it really made Shiro feel even if they did make up. Hmm? he started and took a glance at the menu, he already knew what he wanted but always liked to check before if they had anything new. Oh, no. Trust me a lot worse than a kiss has happened there before. So me running after a guest to give him a kiss was nothing too crazy. Though some of the girls and regulars gave me shit for kissing you. he said, blushing. It's just friendly banter though. he bit his lip and glanced up to the waitress when she came back to get their orders and ordered his. Waffles and a side of fruit with some apple juice. A simple but great breakfast in his opinion. He handed her back the menu and then looked over to his ex. He couldn't believe they were back here. It was just like back then. Um, about that kiss last night... he started out, I- I don't really know what came over me. I probably shouldn't have done that. he said, looking down at the table, fiddling with the fork that had been left their for him. N-not that I didn't like it! I just- I mean...you probably hate me after everything and I know you said you understood, but I can't believe that you would forgive me for something like that. he said as he bit his lip again, he loved being here with Shiro, but at the same time it felt strange. He shouldn't be here, he should be doing his best to get out of that stupid strip club.
Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Shiro couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. Akira hadn't changed, and it made him enjoy it a bit more. It felt nice to be a bit back to the old times they've had with going to the diner for lunch or breakfast. You were always a bit of a mess, but you were the cutest mess I've ever seen. He teased softly as the menus were placed on the table by them. He didn't know it helped with breaking up with him, but at the same time, Shiro didn't care anymore, he wanted to enjoy the morning and breakfast with his ex and just try to find a way to talk out what had happened between them. He peered through the menu, it was pretty much the same as it had been five years ago. I'm glad it wasn't anything more. He said, looking to the waitress as she returned. He let Akira order first before Shiro ordered pancakes with a side of bacon. He knew he needed something a bit on the greasy side to deal with the past few days increased alcohol consumption. And then his focus shifted back to Akira, seeing him fiddle with the fork and try to explain the kiss away and everything that happened. Shiro bit his lower lip for a moment before he moved his hand across the table, on top of Akira's, stopping him from fiddling with the fork. I'm glad you kissed me. He said softly. In the room, I thought I was going to break the chair if there'd been more time. He admitted softly, a smile on his face as his thumb gently caressed the other's hand. I said I understood, but I don't know if I'll ever truly understand all that happened. He added, even if he felt bad for saying it like that. But he had no choice, he wanted to make it better, wanted there to be something between them again. I can't find it anywhere in me to hate you. He added as well, leaning forward a bit. He looked out the window for a moment, as if thinking about what to say, or how to say something. Shiro knew he had to admit it, and it seemed like forever, while it was only a few seconds. His heart pounding in his chest, in his mind it was the same as a confession. Last night, at the end of your show when you went around and they all... He trailed off for a moment, not sure if he could finish it as he looked up to catch Akira's eyes. I was jealous. I wanted to grab you and pull you away. He admitted, his eyes showing his honesty.
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Akira gave an apologetic smile when he stated his was the cutest mess he had ever seen. He was glad the other seemed to think so. He had always wondered how Shiro managed to put up with him for the time they were together. He looked to his hand as Shiro's was put on top of his. He felt his heart skip a beat and slowly moved his hand to be in his lap. All this touching was driving him crazy. He wanted to do a lot more than just touch hands. Then the other stated he was happy that he kissed him. Akira blushed when he started he thought he was going to break the chair, Well, the bouncers might have come in before that. he said, his imagination figuring they both would have been a little responsible for breaking the chair. What was said next he found himself rather shocked. He didn't think that Shiro would answer like that. After all, what he had done...for the reasons he had, they were awful. He was sure he would never had forgiven someone if they did that. Hell, he still hadn't forgiven Susan. What came out of Shiro next though he looked up and stared. He was jealous? Of Akira...no, of the men that got to touch them the way they did. He looked away when Shiro admitted it. I- I mean...it's the only job available for someone like me, right now. I don't exactly fit the male roles in many ballets and female roles, I mean, I can fit those but they are a bit more...well, I just rather not do that to get a job. he explained as he carefully danced around what he would have had to do. You don't need to be jealous though. It's not like I like it or anything. Plus they just wanna look. All they do it look. I don't touch them or anything. he tried to explain. I'm still waiting for my big break. Don't think I'm ever going to get it now though. Not where I work and auditions are just becoming harder to come by because of work hours. he continued on before waving his hand in front of his face and scrunching up his nose, I'm sorry, I'm rambling.
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Shiro seemed to have the same sense of humor that Akira had, chuckling about her comment on them both being responsible for the broke chair if it'd come to that. Fortunately it hadn't, or he'd probably been kicked over it. The conversation moved on to Akira's job, and the jealousy Shiro had felt the previous night. I know. I've been to clubs like that before. He admitted. The band had gone together a few times, it just wasn't enough for the musician, he craved more than just the tease of what was underneath. He craved the intimacy of another person, more specifically the one right across from him at the table. He wanted to say the right thing, do the right thing as well. But it was hard. There was one solution to it all, but they couldn't live off of that way out. It had to be one where they could both remain together without risking ending up homeless on the street. I'm glad you think of it that way. I don't know if I could handle hearing that you enjoyed all sorts of men staring at you. He couldn't help but put on a lightly teasing smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood as the smell of their breakfast was starting to spread from the kitchen. Shiro couldn't help the light growl in his stomach, he hadn't had any decent food for almost a day as he looked towards the smell for a moment before looking back. One day you'll get your break and move up. He said, giving Akira's hand a gentle squeeze. I want to be there when you make it big, so don't keep me in the dark either. He gave a warm smile, finally having realised that in order to fully move on, he didn't need to forget the past. He could forgive what had happened between them, and focus on rebuilding what they had lost since then. And he wanted badly for them to get back together.
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Akira chuckled a bit when the other admitted to going to clubs like that before. Oh? Have you now? And here I thought I was your first. he teased the other right back and smirked when Shiro said he wasn't sure how he would take it if he had said he liked men looking at him. Well, I mean, I can't say I don't like them looking at me. Just...I prefer a more one on one...and you know, not having money shoved down inappropriate underwear. he shrugged as he thought about it a little bit. He shook his head slightly, honestly...I've kind of given up on it. he gave a small smile and glanced at his hand. I just don't have the right connections. And trust me talent scouts don't exactly come looking for the good stuff in strip clubs. Well, they do come looking...but it's only for the desperate ones. They figure they can get a decent lay out of it and the other person is given a tiny ass role in some stupid play. he complained sighing a bit before looking over to Shiro. I'm sorry, that's a bit cynical of me. It just feels like that's the case right now. Anyway...what have you been up to other than wooing the hearts of those poor unknowing girls? I'm sure you have someone special by now, don't you? he asked. However, the more he thought that through the more he realized that was a really stupid question. If the other had had someone, he wouldn't have come to see Akira, right? Surely not...he hoped, or else that lap dance became only that much more embarrassing. He bit his lip and glanced towards the waitress as she brought their food out and placed it in front of them. As he dug into the waffles he thought about what he had done at the club. My god, that would only have made the kiss worse, but the other didn't seem upset about it. Surely, he didn't have anyone...right?
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That was with the band for celebrations. I never went for a lapdance before the one I bought last night. Shiro grinned, shaking his head lightly. It was fun to joke around a bit and just have a laugh. Although he was surprised that Akira had no connection to the business he wanted to get into. He wanted to help his ex, and hopefully he would be able to find a way for it to work out for them both. It's not over yet. You still have one connection in a world where dancers are needed. He explained softly. Then came the question on what he'd been up to since then. And of course his dating life. Something he didn't know if he wanted to talk too much about. He looked away, wondering how to explain it all. Since then? Well, when we started taking off, I tried to get back into the whole dating thing. He began. My manager tried setting me up with both girls and other guys, but every time it was just a few days and then it fell apart. I couldn't attach myself to the idea of getting close to them. He explained. And of course there was the occassional crazy fan who found us while we were celebrating. Not that I remember much of those nights. He felt his cheeks heating up as he spoke, as if he was admitting to cheating even though they weren't in a relationship. The waitress interrupted him by bringing their food to them as he let go of Akira's hand to lean back and give her space. The smell was delicious, although he was hungry. So he went right into the food, going for the bacon first as he looked over at Akira softly at times. It took a bit before he stopped, putting his fork down. I didn't really answer your question. I want to see someone, but I need to find out if he wants to see me as well. He couldn't help but hope his ex would the hint. There was only one person who really interested him.
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Akira listened to what Shiro had to say. He was a bit surprised he had never had a lap dance before, but that would explain how stiff he was when he came into the room. Akira blushed at his own thinking, he had meant how tense the other was, but of course his mind switched to what he had felt when he sat down on the man's lap that night. And when the other said he still had one connection to that world he looked down, he didn't want to count someone he had lost contact with and had broken up with as a contact, but if Shiro was willing... Ah. he said, picking at his waffle a bit when the other told him he had tried to get back into dating and slept with fans...well, maybe slept with fans. He couldn't really blame the other and he wouldn't ever think that he had cheated. After all, Akira had done the same thing and he remembered the clients he had slept with or the other dancers he had slept with. So he couldn't blame the other at all. He moved to eating in silence after that until the other spoke about wanting to see someone but wasn't sure if the guy wanted to see him. He frowned a little bit, of course he had someone in mind. He switched the frown to a smile and then looked up to Aton, What's he like? he asked, not getting the hint at all that it was him. I'm sure he'd want to see you as well. You are a great guy after all, anyone would be lucky to have your attention. he said, mostly being polite and doing his best to hide the malice in his words.