Fic ~ A Fresh Start And New Revelations
OK. I told you guys I was thinking about writing another series, right? Well this is it. For those of you who read Spiral, this is set after the events that took place in that story, but don’t worry if you haven’t read it, you don’t need to in order to understand this one. If you would like to check it out though, you can find the first part of Spiral HERE.
Warning: While some chapters of this story are PG-13, I have classed this series as NC-17 for graphic scenes later on. If sexual themes and situations are not to your liking, I recommend finding something else to read. XD
Title: Recoil (Prologue ~ Precedent)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 2,500
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: When a shocking truth about the past comes to light, the comfortable, safe relationships between the members of Arashi begin to change. The five men are about to learn the hard way that - when sex is involved - nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Recoil
Prologue ~ Precedent
“What about if we segue into Sakura Sake from the end of the bridge?”
“Of Happiness?”
“Exactly.”
“I’m not sure….” Matsumoto Jun glanced critically at the sheaf of papers in front of him. “Wouldn’t it be better to go directly from the second chorus? I think a flat change will have more impact.” He and his band-mates had gathered some time ago in order to put together the set list for their upcoming concert. After finally deciding on the songs they would sing, three of the five member group had left. Only Sakurai Sho and Jun himself remained to make some preliminary decisions regarding the finer points of the production.
“I agree but…” Sakurai’s slow nod was unconvincing. “If we take it from the end of the bridge, it’ll give you more time to return from your solo.”
“Well, I haven’t organized that performance yet, so I don’t know where I’ll be when I finish. It shouldn’t be a problem though; if I miss my cue, I can enter on my first solo line of Sakura Sake.” As Sakurai conceded the point, Matsumoto saw the slightly older male grimace faintly. “Is something wrong, Sho-kun?” He asked in concern. “Are you tired?”
“Uh, no. I just-”
“We don’t have to do this right now, you know.”
Rolling his eyes with a patient smirk, Sakurai shook his head. “I’m fine.” He reassured his friend. “I’m just getting a bit of a headache.”
“Shall we stop then?” Matsumoto replied solicitously, but continued even before Sho could answer. “Let’s stop.” Rising from his chair, he began to gather his things.
The other man agreed readily enough and Jun reached for his bag. “I have some Chinese medicine that should help.” He explained as he rifled through the contents of his holdall. Unable to locate the correct bottle, however, the young man frowned.
“Matsujun?”
“I must have used the last of it when Aiba-chan came in with that hangover….” He sighed.
“Don’t worry about it.” Sakurai waved away his friends’ irritation.
“I know I have more at home.” The tall man chided himself for his thoughtlessness.
Laughing, Sho moved to clap his friend on the shoulder. “It’s really no big deal.” He repeated. “Honestly, it’s not bad enough to need to take anything for it.”
Matsumoto visible relaxed. “You’re sure?”
“Definitely. I’m probably just hungry, and straining my eyeballs on these set-lists isn’t helping.”
“In that case, shall we go and get some dinner?”
Grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and settling his baseball cap atop his head, Sakurai grinned. “I thought you’d never ask!”
The pair made a bee-line for the exit and swiftly started a debate on where they should dine.
* * *
Later that night, having eaten their fill, Sho elected to drive Jun home in return for the younger man paying for their meal. As they pulled up to the small but well-appointed house, however, Jun turned to him. “Come in for a minute, Sho-kun.” Matsumoto began. “I’ll get you some of that medicine - just in case….”
Knowing that it was easier to oblige and give his friend some piece of mind than to object, Sakurai gave in. Following Jun to the door he allowed his friend to lead him inside. It had been quite some time since Sho had visited the man at his home and, upon entering, he commented on the changes he saw. “You got a new sofa?”
Throwing his keys onto the coffee table, Matsumoto shrugged. “Yeah. I felt like a change and it’s more comfortable anyway.”
“Well, that’s more than can be said for Aiba-chan’s singing toilet seat.”
Chuckling at the reminder, Jun motioned towards the large white suite. “Why don’t you try it out for yourself while I go grab the stuff?” He suggested, promptly heading for his kitchen and his medicine cabinet.
Sho took the man at his word and settled into the soft, plump cushions of the sofa. “Hey, Matsujun?” He called out as a thought occurred to him.
“Yeah?” The reply came from the other room.
“Did you notice anything strange about Nino today?”
“Nino?” Emerging from the kitchen with the medicine and two bottles of water he had taken from the fridge, Jun paused briefly. “In what way?” He questioned as he deposited the items on the coffee table and sat himself next to Sakurai.
“He seemed sharper today, somehow. You know, not just his usual self, but genuinely irritable.”
“Oh, that.” Matsumoto appeared unconcerned. “I’ve seen it before. It’ll pass - don’t worry.”
Mildly confused by Matsumoto’s apparent indifference, Sho felt he needed clarification. “What do you mean? What’s wrong with him?”
“I mean he’s probably just frustrated lately.” Jun pinned the older man with a salacious grin and a suggestive look.
“Oh. Oh.” Sakurai’s eyes widened and a self-conscious smile dimpled his cheeks as he caught Jun’s intent.
Matsumoto could not stay his amusement at the man’s initial discomfiture and laughed heartily. “It’s too bad you lost that video Sho-kun.” He continued teasingly. “You could have lent it to Nino and helped him out.”
“Oi!” Sakurai tried to feign shock, but his smile betrayed him. “I couldn’t - I wouldn’t - I mean-”
“Good point.” Matsumoto broke in mockingly. “Knowing how Nino and Aiba-chan were like back then, Nino probably watched it already. And Aiba-chan probably gave him a helping hand when he did.”
“Yeah.” Sho responded without thinking, but then pulled up short. “Wait. What?”
“Oh, you know…” Matsumoto replied breezily. “Like when we all used to gather in Leader’s hotel room to watch the adult channel when most of us were still underage and those two would disappear together halfway through.”
Sakurai wore a fixed, uneasy smile. “What are you- W-what were they doing?”
“Oh, they always used to help each other out, you know-” Jun saw Sho’s expression slip and broke off. Nervously clearing his suddenly dry throat and biting down on his bottom lip, Matsumoto met Sakurai’s searching gaze. “You… didn’t know.” He breathed the statement to himself.
Realising that he had just committed a huge gaffe, Jun muttered a curse. The entire group knew that Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki had been seeing each other discreetly as a couple for almost a year, and it had not occurred to the man that Sho would be unaware of the youthful indiscretions of his lover and best friend. “Listen Sho-san,” Matsumoto spoke quickly, desperation and embarrassment making him speak more formally that he otherwise would. “It was years ago, and I don’t think it ever meant anyth-”
“What didn’t Masaki tell me?” Sakurai interrupted, finally speaking up.
“He- he probably thought you already knew, like everyone else. I mean, they never really kept it secret and they weren’t exactly subtle.” Even as the words spilled from his lips, Jun cringed, knowing that he was likely to be making things worse.
“So everyone knew?” Sho reiterated flatly before giving a single bark of bitter laughter. “Everyone but me.”
“It wasn’t like that.” Jun tried again to explain. “We were just kids and they were just- I mean, they’re just friends who felt comfortable enough with each other to…. Uh…”
“…Fuck buddies.” Sakurai supplied quietly, when Matsumoto stumbled to a stop. “They’re fuck buddies.”
“No!” Matsumoto began to feel his own frustration at his inability to explain adequately. “Look, even when we were in M.A.I.N., they did things, but they never were a thing, you know? They were just doing each other a favour. We were teenagers, Sho-kun, and those two were close; if one needed something, the other gave it to him. Besides, they stopped long before you and Aiba-chan started dating. Years before.”
For a while, silence stretched before them as Matsumoto awaited Sakurai’s response and looked to the man beseechingly. Finally, running a weary hand through his hair, the older man heaved a sigh. “I have to go.” He announced listlessly, climbing to his feet.
“But-!”
“It’s late.” Sakurai stated as he moved towards the door. “I’ll see you at the studio tomorrow.”
Frozen in place and unable to find the words to protest, Jun could only stare in resignation at Sho’s retreating back. Hearing the latch on the door click shut after his friend, Matsumoto slumped dejectedly in his seat. Burying his head in his hands and closing his eyes against the overwhelming guilt that consumed him, the man mattered a string of expletives into the empty air.
Mentally kicking himself for ever bringing up the subject, he was at a loss. He hated the thought that he would be responsible if the nights’ events caused their relationship to suffer. Ever since they had become a couple, Sakurai and Aiba’s relationship had been a shinning example to Matsumoto of the ideal. They had given him hope when he had had none.
Despite the fact that neither man identified as homosexual, they loved each other and simply accepted that. Their situation had made him believe that he could someday confess the truth of his own sexuality to his friends with impunity. Unknowingly, they had convinced Matsumoto that he might yet have a chance of being with the man he loved - That it was not automatically hopeless just because the object of his affections was straight.
He could not abide the idea that he had possibly just destroyed something he had soon as so perfect. Their stability could very well be rocked to the core, all because he had spoken carelessly.
When Jun finally summoned the strength to lift his head, his gaze met with the medicine left, forgotten, atop the table. “It’s just as well…” He mumbled to himself. Snatching up the small vial he took some of the contents for himself. He doubted it would have much effect on the pain he had brought upon himself though.
* * *
At home in his kitchen, Aiba Masaki had just taken a bowl on ice-cream out of the microwave when he heard someone come through his front door. Not expecting any visitors and hearing not greeting announcement, the lithe man called out cautiously. “Hello?”
“It’s me.”
Instantly recognizing the deep timbre of his boyfriends’ voice, Aiba relaxed. “Sho-chan,” He began cheerfully when the man met him at the kitchen egress. “What are you doing here? We didn’t have any plans for tonight… did we?”
“No.” Sakurai answered as the taller man slipped past him to place his bowl on the small dinning table.
“I didn’t think so.” Aiba nodded. “That’s what I told your mother when she called.”
“My mother called!?” Sho repeated, momentarily distracted.
“Uh-huh. I think she was just wondering where you were because she couldn’t reach you on your cell.”
“What did you say?”
“I told her you were probably working late with Matsujun.” He smiled brightly at his unexpected, but not unwelcome guest. “Anyway, what’s up?”
“I really needed to see you.” Sakurai replied seriously.
“Well, that’s nice to hear.” The younger man beamed. “But I’m just about to eat. Do you want me to get you something Sho-chan?”
“I’ve eaten.” He declined shortly.
“With Jun? OK. No problem.”
As Aiba sat himself down at the table and began to tuck into the softened ice-cream, Sakurai took the next empty chair, diagonal to the lanky young man. Clasping his hands in front of him on the table and taking a deep breath, Sakurai spoke without further preamble. “You slept with Nino?”
Choking on a spoonful of liquid ice-cream, Aiba spluttered. “What the hell!?” Half laughing at the ludicrousness of the statement, he wiped his chin to catch his errant dessert. “What are you talking about?”
“You and Ninomiya. In the past, you slept together.”
“Oh that. I wouldn’t call it sleeping together though….” He shrugged. “We only jerked each other off a few times. What about it?”
Taken aback by Masaki’s unselfconscious honestly, Sho met his eyes. “You never told me.” He replied solemnly.
Aiba’s brows shot up in surprise. “You mean you didn’t know?”
“No.”
“Sho-chan…” Aiba began with a soft, teasing smile. “Are you jealous?”
Scrubbing his hands through his hair, Sakurai groaned. “Y-No! Ah~ I don’t know!” He paused, casting a sideways glance at his boyfriend. “Should I be?”
“You don’t need to worry Sho-chan.” Aiba assured him gently as he rose to his feet. Moving around the table to stand behind Sakurai’s chair, Aiba leaned down to hug him around the shoulders. “Nino-chan and I are best friends….” He spoke the words right next to the older man’s ear and Sakurai gave an inadvertent shiver as the warm breath brushed his skin.
“And, at the time, we were just two dumb, horny teenage boys. So we gave each other a hand every now and then. It was never anything else. It’s not like we ever went on a date or even kissed for that matter.” He illustrated his point by pressing his lips to Sho’s smooth cheek. “It’s you I love.”
Breaking the embrace to stand and face the lithe man, Sakurai bit his lip. “I know that Masaki. I mean, I understand it, but….”
“But what?” Aiba asked carefully.
“What if it was now? If a friend came to you now - even though we’re together - would you do it?”
“Huh?”
“Well maybe not just any friend.” Sakurai rambled on. “But what if it was another member? What if Ohno-kun wanted you to do that with him? Just to make him feel good. Even though you love me, would you say no? Could you?”
Aiba frowned. “I don’t get it Sho-chan, why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
“Because I wouldn’t!” He cried desperately. Hanging his head shame, he continued piteously. “I don’t think I could say no, Masaki. I love you but if it was another member…. If one of them needed me….”
“It’s OK Sho-chan.” The tall man breathed, reaching for his lover and drawing him close. “I do love you, but I love them too. And I’d do anything for them too. Even that. There’s nothing wrong with feeling that way. I mean, the only difference between you and the other members in my eyes is, if I could only see one of you guys again in my life, I’d choose you.”
Looking up to see his boyfriends’ gentle gaze upon him, Sakurai allowed relief to wash over him. “I’d choose you too.” He murmured with a smile as Masaki moved to meet Sho’s parted lips with his own.
“Since you’re already here….” Aiba suggested when they broke for air. “Do you want to spend the night?”
Sakurai smirked. “Are you saying you need me?” He asked huskily, moving against the solid length of Aiba’s long body in a very deliberate manner.
“Mmm~ Of course.”
“Then, how could I refuse?” Taking the hand of the taller man, Sho led them down the hall to Aiba’s room and the bed they often shared.
To be continued…
HERE
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And so, thus begins the saga of Recoil. I hope you enjoyed this first instalment!
The next chapter will be posted on: Friday 12th February. *UPDATED* If you want to keep track of this story (and all my other works,) check out my post [ HERE] I’ll keep it updated with any new information.
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥
Now, I’m off to catch up on all the posts on my f-list that I haven’t checked out yet because I was too distracted by planning this story. (It’s gonna be steamy folks!)
Warning: While some chapters of this story are PG-13, I have classed this series as NC-17 for graphic scenes later on. If sexual themes and situations are not to your liking, I recommend finding something else to read. XD
Title: Recoil (Prologue ~ Precedent)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 2,500
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: When a shocking truth about the past comes to light, the comfortable, safe relationships between the members of Arashi begin to change. The five men are about to learn the hard way that - when sex is involved - nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Recoil
Prologue ~ Precedent
“What about if we segue into Sakura Sake from the end of the bridge?”
“Of Happiness?”
“Exactly.”
“I’m not sure….” Matsumoto Jun glanced critically at the sheaf of papers in front of him. “Wouldn’t it be better to go directly from the second chorus? I think a flat change will have more impact.” He and his band-mates had gathered some time ago in order to put together the set list for their upcoming concert. After finally deciding on the songs they would sing, three of the five member group had left. Only Sakurai Sho and Jun himself remained to make some preliminary decisions regarding the finer points of the production.
“I agree but…” Sakurai’s slow nod was unconvincing. “If we take it from the end of the bridge, it’ll give you more time to return from your solo.”
“Well, I haven’t organized that performance yet, so I don’t know where I’ll be when I finish. It shouldn’t be a problem though; if I miss my cue, I can enter on my first solo line of Sakura Sake.” As Sakurai conceded the point, Matsumoto saw the slightly older male grimace faintly. “Is something wrong, Sho-kun?” He asked in concern. “Are you tired?”
“Uh, no. I just-”
“We don’t have to do this right now, you know.”
Rolling his eyes with a patient smirk, Sakurai shook his head. “I’m fine.” He reassured his friend. “I’m just getting a bit of a headache.”
“Shall we stop then?” Matsumoto replied solicitously, but continued even before Sho could answer. “Let’s stop.” Rising from his chair, he began to gather his things.
The other man agreed readily enough and Jun reached for his bag. “I have some Chinese medicine that should help.” He explained as he rifled through the contents of his holdall. Unable to locate the correct bottle, however, the young man frowned.
“Matsujun?”
“I must have used the last of it when Aiba-chan came in with that hangover….” He sighed.
“Don’t worry about it.” Sakurai waved away his friends’ irritation.
“I know I have more at home.” The tall man chided himself for his thoughtlessness.
Laughing, Sho moved to clap his friend on the shoulder. “It’s really no big deal.” He repeated. “Honestly, it’s not bad enough to need to take anything for it.”
Matsumoto visible relaxed. “You’re sure?”
“Definitely. I’m probably just hungry, and straining my eyeballs on these set-lists isn’t helping.”
“In that case, shall we go and get some dinner?”
Grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and settling his baseball cap atop his head, Sakurai grinned. “I thought you’d never ask!”
The pair made a bee-line for the exit and swiftly started a debate on where they should dine.
* * *
Later that night, having eaten their fill, Sho elected to drive Jun home in return for the younger man paying for their meal. As they pulled up to the small but well-appointed house, however, Jun turned to him. “Come in for a minute, Sho-kun.” Matsumoto began. “I’ll get you some of that medicine - just in case….”
Knowing that it was easier to oblige and give his friend some piece of mind than to object, Sakurai gave in. Following Jun to the door he allowed his friend to lead him inside. It had been quite some time since Sho had visited the man at his home and, upon entering, he commented on the changes he saw. “You got a new sofa?”
Throwing his keys onto the coffee table, Matsumoto shrugged. “Yeah. I felt like a change and it’s more comfortable anyway.”
“Well, that’s more than can be said for Aiba-chan’s singing toilet seat.”
Chuckling at the reminder, Jun motioned towards the large white suite. “Why don’t you try it out for yourself while I go grab the stuff?” He suggested, promptly heading for his kitchen and his medicine cabinet.
Sho took the man at his word and settled into the soft, plump cushions of the sofa. “Hey, Matsujun?” He called out as a thought occurred to him.
“Yeah?” The reply came from the other room.
“Did you notice anything strange about Nino today?”
“Nino?” Emerging from the kitchen with the medicine and two bottles of water he had taken from the fridge, Jun paused briefly. “In what way?” He questioned as he deposited the items on the coffee table and sat himself next to Sakurai.
“He seemed sharper today, somehow. You know, not just his usual self, but genuinely irritable.”
“Oh, that.” Matsumoto appeared unconcerned. “I’ve seen it before. It’ll pass - don’t worry.”
Mildly confused by Matsumoto’s apparent indifference, Sho felt he needed clarification. “What do you mean? What’s wrong with him?”
“I mean he’s probably just frustrated lately.” Jun pinned the older man with a salacious grin and a suggestive look.
“Oh. Oh.” Sakurai’s eyes widened and a self-conscious smile dimpled his cheeks as he caught Jun’s intent.
Matsumoto could not stay his amusement at the man’s initial discomfiture and laughed heartily. “It’s too bad you lost that video Sho-kun.” He continued teasingly. “You could have lent it to Nino and helped him out.”
“Oi!” Sakurai tried to feign shock, but his smile betrayed him. “I couldn’t - I wouldn’t - I mean-”
“Good point.” Matsumoto broke in mockingly. “Knowing how Nino and Aiba-chan were like back then, Nino probably watched it already. And Aiba-chan probably gave him a helping hand when he did.”
“Yeah.” Sho responded without thinking, but then pulled up short. “Wait. What?”
“Oh, you know…” Matsumoto replied breezily. “Like when we all used to gather in Leader’s hotel room to watch the adult channel when most of us were still underage and those two would disappear together halfway through.”
Sakurai wore a fixed, uneasy smile. “What are you- W-what were they doing?”
“Oh, they always used to help each other out, you know-” Jun saw Sho’s expression slip and broke off. Nervously clearing his suddenly dry throat and biting down on his bottom lip, Matsumoto met Sakurai’s searching gaze. “You… didn’t know.” He breathed the statement to himself.
Realising that he had just committed a huge gaffe, Jun muttered a curse. The entire group knew that Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki had been seeing each other discreetly as a couple for almost a year, and it had not occurred to the man that Sho would be unaware of the youthful indiscretions of his lover and best friend. “Listen Sho-san,” Matsumoto spoke quickly, desperation and embarrassment making him speak more formally that he otherwise would. “It was years ago, and I don’t think it ever meant anyth-”
“What didn’t Masaki tell me?” Sakurai interrupted, finally speaking up.
“He- he probably thought you already knew, like everyone else. I mean, they never really kept it secret and they weren’t exactly subtle.” Even as the words spilled from his lips, Jun cringed, knowing that he was likely to be making things worse.
“So everyone knew?” Sho reiterated flatly before giving a single bark of bitter laughter. “Everyone but me.”
“It wasn’t like that.” Jun tried again to explain. “We were just kids and they were just- I mean, they’re just friends who felt comfortable enough with each other to…. Uh…”
“…Fuck buddies.” Sakurai supplied quietly, when Matsumoto stumbled to a stop. “They’re fuck buddies.”
“No!” Matsumoto began to feel his own frustration at his inability to explain adequately. “Look, even when we were in M.A.I.N., they did things, but they never were a thing, you know? They were just doing each other a favour. We were teenagers, Sho-kun, and those two were close; if one needed something, the other gave it to him. Besides, they stopped long before you and Aiba-chan started dating. Years before.”
For a while, silence stretched before them as Matsumoto awaited Sakurai’s response and looked to the man beseechingly. Finally, running a weary hand through his hair, the older man heaved a sigh. “I have to go.” He announced listlessly, climbing to his feet.
“But-!”
“It’s late.” Sakurai stated as he moved towards the door. “I’ll see you at the studio tomorrow.”
Frozen in place and unable to find the words to protest, Jun could only stare in resignation at Sho’s retreating back. Hearing the latch on the door click shut after his friend, Matsumoto slumped dejectedly in his seat. Burying his head in his hands and closing his eyes against the overwhelming guilt that consumed him, the man mattered a string of expletives into the empty air.
Mentally kicking himself for ever bringing up the subject, he was at a loss. He hated the thought that he would be responsible if the nights’ events caused their relationship to suffer. Ever since they had become a couple, Sakurai and Aiba’s relationship had been a shinning example to Matsumoto of the ideal. They had given him hope when he had had none.
Despite the fact that neither man identified as homosexual, they loved each other and simply accepted that. Their situation had made him believe that he could someday confess the truth of his own sexuality to his friends with impunity. Unknowingly, they had convinced Matsumoto that he might yet have a chance of being with the man he loved - That it was not automatically hopeless just because the object of his affections was straight.
He could not abide the idea that he had possibly just destroyed something he had soon as so perfect. Their stability could very well be rocked to the core, all because he had spoken carelessly.
When Jun finally summoned the strength to lift his head, his gaze met with the medicine left, forgotten, atop the table. “It’s just as well…” He mumbled to himself. Snatching up the small vial he took some of the contents for himself. He doubted it would have much effect on the pain he had brought upon himself though.
* * *
At home in his kitchen, Aiba Masaki had just taken a bowl on ice-cream out of the microwave when he heard someone come through his front door. Not expecting any visitors and hearing not greeting announcement, the lithe man called out cautiously. “Hello?”
“It’s me.”
Instantly recognizing the deep timbre of his boyfriends’ voice, Aiba relaxed. “Sho-chan,” He began cheerfully when the man met him at the kitchen egress. “What are you doing here? We didn’t have any plans for tonight… did we?”
“No.” Sakurai answered as the taller man slipped past him to place his bowl on the small dinning table.
“I didn’t think so.” Aiba nodded. “That’s what I told your mother when she called.”
“My mother called!?” Sho repeated, momentarily distracted.
“Uh-huh. I think she was just wondering where you were because she couldn’t reach you on your cell.”
“What did you say?”
“I told her you were probably working late with Matsujun.” He smiled brightly at his unexpected, but not unwelcome guest. “Anyway, what’s up?”
“I really needed to see you.” Sakurai replied seriously.
“Well, that’s nice to hear.” The younger man beamed. “But I’m just about to eat. Do you want me to get you something Sho-chan?”
“I’ve eaten.” He declined shortly.
“With Jun? OK. No problem.”
As Aiba sat himself down at the table and began to tuck into the softened ice-cream, Sakurai took the next empty chair, diagonal to the lanky young man. Clasping his hands in front of him on the table and taking a deep breath, Sakurai spoke without further preamble. “You slept with Nino?”
Choking on a spoonful of liquid ice-cream, Aiba spluttered. “What the hell!?” Half laughing at the ludicrousness of the statement, he wiped his chin to catch his errant dessert. “What are you talking about?”
“You and Ninomiya. In the past, you slept together.”
“Oh that. I wouldn’t call it sleeping together though….” He shrugged. “We only jerked each other off a few times. What about it?”
Taken aback by Masaki’s unselfconscious honestly, Sho met his eyes. “You never told me.” He replied solemnly.
Aiba’s brows shot up in surprise. “You mean you didn’t know?”
“No.”
“Sho-chan…” Aiba began with a soft, teasing smile. “Are you jealous?”
Scrubbing his hands through his hair, Sakurai groaned. “Y-No! Ah~ I don’t know!” He paused, casting a sideways glance at his boyfriend. “Should I be?”
“You don’t need to worry Sho-chan.” Aiba assured him gently as he rose to his feet. Moving around the table to stand behind Sakurai’s chair, Aiba leaned down to hug him around the shoulders. “Nino-chan and I are best friends….” He spoke the words right next to the older man’s ear and Sakurai gave an inadvertent shiver as the warm breath brushed his skin.
“And, at the time, we were just two dumb, horny teenage boys. So we gave each other a hand every now and then. It was never anything else. It’s not like we ever went on a date or even kissed for that matter.” He illustrated his point by pressing his lips to Sho’s smooth cheek. “It’s you I love.”
Breaking the embrace to stand and face the lithe man, Sakurai bit his lip. “I know that Masaki. I mean, I understand it, but….”
“But what?” Aiba asked carefully.
“What if it was now? If a friend came to you now - even though we’re together - would you do it?”
“Huh?”
“Well maybe not just any friend.” Sakurai rambled on. “But what if it was another member? What if Ohno-kun wanted you to do that with him? Just to make him feel good. Even though you love me, would you say no? Could you?”
Aiba frowned. “I don’t get it Sho-chan, why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
“Because I wouldn’t!” He cried desperately. Hanging his head shame, he continued piteously. “I don’t think I could say no, Masaki. I love you but if it was another member…. If one of them needed me….”
“It’s OK Sho-chan.” The tall man breathed, reaching for his lover and drawing him close. “I do love you, but I love them too. And I’d do anything for them too. Even that. There’s nothing wrong with feeling that way. I mean, the only difference between you and the other members in my eyes is, if I could only see one of you guys again in my life, I’d choose you.”
Looking up to see his boyfriends’ gentle gaze upon him, Sakurai allowed relief to wash over him. “I’d choose you too.” He murmured with a smile as Masaki moved to meet Sho’s parted lips with his own.
“Since you’re already here….” Aiba suggested when they broke for air. “Do you want to spend the night?”
Sakurai smirked. “Are you saying you need me?” He asked huskily, moving against the solid length of Aiba’s long body in a very deliberate manner.
“Mmm~ Of course.”
“Then, how could I refuse?” Taking the hand of the taller man, Sho led them down the hall to Aiba’s room and the bed they often shared.
To be continued…
HERE
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And so, thus begins the saga of Recoil. I hope you enjoyed this first instalment!
The next chapter will be posted on: Friday 12th February. *UPDATED* If you want to keep track of this story (and all my other works,) check out my post [ HERE] I’ll keep it updated with any new information.
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥
Now, I’m off to catch up on all the posts on my f-list that I haven’t checked out yet because I was too distracted by planning this story. (It’s gonna be steamy folks!)