[One-shot] Kiss the drunk
Title: Kiss the drunk
Pairing: Junba
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters
Summary: What do you do when you wake up next to your co-worker naked and can’t remember a thing of what happened the previous night? Yeah, Jun doesn’t know either…
To my beloved yukitsubute, happy birthday, love! I hope you like it.
Jun sighed deeply as he woke from a sleepless dream. His eyes screwed shut against sun light that was disturbing him. The fact that his bed room didn’t have sunlight in the morning didn’t even disturb him. He was feeling way too heavy, as if he hadn’t slept more than about an hour. His arm had gone slightly numb, however, so he made to roll over onto his other side. The moment he tried to move, he groaned, his body aching in complaint. His arms were feeling heavy and his head was pounding like mad. He felt like he was going to throw up. Lying back down flat again he took a few deep breaths. Fortunately that calmed his revolting stomach a bit. The feeling wasn’t all the way alien to him. Apparently he was hung over. So, he just needed to get decent enough to roll over and get some useful meds from his nightstand.
He gave it another try to turn over and it worked better than expected, however, as he reached out, his hand grabbed something soft and fluffy. He peeked one eye open to see a pretty big Pikachu sitting on the nightstand. Which, obviously wasn’t his nightstand. Jun screwed his eyes shut again, trying to grasp where he was and why he hadn’t gotten back to his own place. Turning back over to get a more comfortable position, he bumped against something soft with his shoulder. As his eye peeked open again he could make out a form next to him. Now, that was new. He sometimes got a bit indecent when drinking, but he wasn’t stupid and didn’t take girls to… Jun blinked again. Where the fuck was he? As he sat up his head started to spin pretty bad. He held it between his hands and groaned again in dismay. Once the room stopped spinning again he took in his surroundings more clearly - and froze. He knew the place. Another look at the form lying next to him gave him cruel certainty. Next to him, lying in bed, knocked out and from what he could make out naked lay Aiba, still snoring silently.
“Oh… fuck,” Jun cursed.
He looked around the room, trying to get clues as to what had happened the night before. He couldn’t see a lot. Aiba’s bed room was decorated with plushies and cushions, other than that Jun spotted nothing out of the ordinary. No lube, no condoms - but, considering their current situation he didn’t know if the lack of such details was something he should feel relieved over. Jun checked the sheets feebly, but found no come. He sighed. Just what had happened the night before? He remembered how they had invited their Juniors out for dinner. How they had seated themselves at a separate table to give the younger ones more room. How they had ordered drinks…
*flashback*
“Look at them,” Jun chuckled. “They’re so cute. So young too.”
“What’s that - already complaining about getting old?” Aiba teased.
“Hey, past thirty is a new feeling,” Jun explained. “Just when did we get old like this? You know, this kind of senpai old.”
Aiba chuckled at that. “Well, I guess we’ve come quite a way, huh?”
“It’s weird,” Jun sighs. “Doesn’t it seem like only yesterday that management told us to get our passports ready, because we’d be going to Hawaii for an event? And then it’s like you blink and now wr’re sitting here.”
“There are a lot of activities and memories in between, though,” Aiba argued.
“Yeah, but…” Jun sighed. “Do you never feel like this? Like you’ve been missing out on your own time? I had so many ideas, dreams and it’s not like I haven’t lived any of them. I’m also grateful for what we have. But does it never feel to you that things have slipped away from us? I don’t feel the same excitement anymore the way I used to when I was young. And all the plans that I made. Like, I wanted to act in a stage play. I wanted to sing in big halls. And we’ve achieved so much. But today, I don’t think this way anymore. You know, this ‘what are we going to do next’ feeling. I just don’t have it anymore. It’s just a new album, another tour, a new TV drama… Don’t get me wrong, I love all of it, it’s just… nothing out of the ordinary. And I just keep moving along. Going with the flow instead of trying to go further. It’s like we’ve had all of our firsts together and now we’re just in some ongoing routine.”
“Hm, I think I know what you mean,” Aiba mused. “But then, if you’re aware of these things, you can try to go for a new challenge. Let’s go together.”
“Really?” Jun asked.
“Sure,” Aiba confirmed. “Let’s move further. And find more firsts to share.”
Jun smiled. “To the firsts,” he toasted and drowned his drink in one go.
*end fashback*
Jun sighed. He hadn’t had such a kind of “first” in mind. He remembered that they had kept drinking…
*flashback*
“M so sry,” Aiba slurred.
“He ws suchn assole,” Jun agreed.
Aiba sniffed. “I’ll nvr hurtcha,” he muttered.
“I know,” Jun answered gratefully. “I love you.”
“I love youuuu…”
*end flashback*
Jun couldn’t remember whether he’d been laughing or crying - most probably something in between. But he did remember the plush lips that had at some point started to probe against his. It had felt good and he had answered. From then things got more and more blurry, though. A wonderfully sensual kiss, a body that rubbed against his, a hand stroking his neck, his cheek, his chest…
Jun blushed at the memory. He had actually made out in public. With his bandmate.
“Fuck,” he repeated.
Aiba stirred next to him and suddenly Jun felt panic rising within him. What would he do when Aiba woke up? What should he say? What would Aiba say? Shaking his head, as if to deny what had happened, he got up from the bed. He went looking for his clothes, but didn’t find them anywhere, so in his blanked out state of mind he grabbed one of Aiba’s shirts, tight fitting Jeans, a belt and a pair of socks from the wardrobe. His mobile, at least, he could find on a table and grabbed it. He quickly left the bedroom with his loot. Once outside he got dressed. Well, he covered his naked body. The belt fixed the pants to his hips just so. He had to roll up the sleeves several times, so he wouldn’t trip. The shirt was way too big too, but it served its purpose. The socks worked fine and Jun was relieved to find that his shoes had not gone missing, but were standing just behind the front door. Once he had put them on he considered his.options once more, but then, with another shake of his head, he swept out the door.
Once outside Jun took a deep breath, but only when he left the building he started to feel a bit relieved. Just to feel agitated again the next second. He was totally out of it. To ease his mind he started strolling around the area. He didn’t even remember later how long he kept walking the streets up and down. Ultimately, it was to no avail. His heart still felt heavy and his mind was still running wild, his thoughts haunting him in a way he had never experienced before. He needed help, he decided. He grabbed his phone out of the jeans pocket.
“Hey, there,” Ohno greeted him upon picking up.
“Yeah, hi,” Jun muttered.
“Oh-oh, what’s wrong?” Ohno wanted to know.
“Nothing,” Jun said desperately. “Well, I mean… I did something stupid.”
“Ah,” Ohno made. “With whom?”
Jun smiled gently. Ohno knew him so well. “Aiba,” he answered.
For a while he didn’t hear a word fom Ohno.
“Are you out of your mind?” Ohno then burst out.
“Yeah, I know,” Jun sighed. “That wasn’t a very smart move. In my defence, though, he totally started kissing me, taking advantage of my drunken state.”
Ohno sighed. “Seriously, one can’t leave you alone or even five minutes without you getting into trouble. Where’s Aiba?”
“Still in bed,” Jun answered vaguely.
“Well, let me talk to him,” Ohno demanded.
Jun gnawed on his lip nervously. “That… might be a bit difficult.”
Ohno sighed at the other end. “And why is that?”
“Ah…” Jun dragged out. “Because I… panicked and left the apartment without leaving a note and I don’t have a key so no I can’t go back?” There was silence on the other end of the line. “Oh-chan?”
“Well, what do you want me to say now?” Ohno burst out so loud Jun had to hold his phone away from his ear. “Just fantastic. First you mess up and then you run away. How do you think to even look at him when you meet him next time - which is going to be… tonight. You fucking idiot. What… just what is wrong with you?! Of all people. Of all your bandmates. Really, if you had such pressing urges, come to me and I’ll deal with them.”
“It wasn’t… anything like that,” Jun muttered.
“Then why…?”
Jun sighed. “Well… are you going to get madder if it’s meaningless?”
“I don’t think I can get any more furious at the moment, but I might take longer until I forgive you.”
“Alright, I… we were taking out some Juniors last night. And we got… a bit nostalgic. We were drinking and… well, basically that’s it.”
“Oh, that’s it, huh?” Ohno spit out sarcastically. “And just like that you fucked with one of your bandmates. Do you remember what happened last time intimacies were exchanged within the group?”
“That was different,” Jun mumbled. “And besides, Sho was acting like a total asshole.”
“You mean like doing a bandmate and then running off?” Ohno asked pointedly.
Jun stopped in his tracks. “No, I am not… I’m not a heartless shit. I just…” Panic came rushing back to his body. “I need to get back to that apartment,” he decided.
Ohno was saying something else, he could hear it faintly, but he didn’t listen anymore and was already about to hang up. Jun knew what it felt like to be let down by someone you put your trust in. And he swore to himself that he would not do anything to hurt his bandmate. He’d simply go through the awkwardness of being confronted with someone you had sex with and regretted the fact. Anything was better than letting the other down. Jun was wondering how he would be able to get back into Aiba’s apartment, when, along the way he found a small bakery. He perked up. Bringing food back might brighten Aiba’s mood after waking up in an empty bed. Jun’s guts twisted at that thought. Just what had he been thinking, wandering off like that? Even more determined than before Jun walked into the bakery.
“Good morning,” a young girl greeted him cheerfully.
As she spotted him more clearly she stopped. At that Jun stopped too. He was used to being recognized, but he just realized that he’d gone out practically completely un-covered. And girls could be very… well… unpredictable when they recognized him. Even so, Jun decided to take the chance.
“Hi,” he said carefully.
He walked through the store and picked some nice pieces, sweet and plain, and checked the coffee menu.
“Ah, I’ll have two Double Espresso with these, please,” Jun requested as he neared the cash point.
He placed the treats he had gotten on the table there as well. The girl kept staring at him, but she nodded, if absentmindedly, and other than that she was perfectly calm. She prepared the coffee to go as well and then rang everything up.
“That will be 862yen,” she then summed it all up.
Jun reached into his pocket and… realized that he didn’t wear his jeans and thus didn’t have his wallet with him.
“Er…” he began, starting to get nervous, “I’m afraid I don’t have…” Then a thought hit him. “Oh, do you have an nfc device?”
“Sure,” the girl said quickly.
She pulled out a small nfc payment box and offered it to Jun, who, very relieved, pulled out his mobile phone and used his app to pay for the coffee and the bakery.
“Thanks a lot,” he said with a smile.
The girl blushed and averted her gaze. Jun smiled. She had been very pleasant, really. So he wanted to treat her a bit.
“Hey,” he said, “do you by chance have pen and paper too?”
“Of course,” the girl nodded. She quickly grabbed the items from under her counter. “There you go.”
“Thank you,” he smiled and even gave a small wink.
The girl squeaked silently for a second and he suppressed a chuckle. It was so amazing how people would react to him. He scribbled on the sheet of paper before handing it back to her.
“If you call there, you’ll get one free entrance to any show that the agency organizes,” Jun told the girl.
The girl blinked at him “Huh?”
“Well, it’s basically a number that’s used if you need something for friends, or something,” Jun told her. “Any show, really. Any group too. You just say which one, the desired date and your name. It’s for one or two tickets. But choose wisely. As soon as you call, your number will go to the blacklist. You won’t be able to call a second time.”
The girl still stared at him. “Ah… really?”
“People often get very agitated around me,” Jun explained. “It’s quite aggravating. When people treat me so I can feel at ease, I want to thank them. So, thank you.”
That said he grabbed his stuff from the counter and swept out the door. He smiled to himself. It was nice to be able to do such things randomly every now and then. Then he remembered, though, that there was someone else he should give a treat. Aiba was still alone in his apartment, probably thinking that Jun had abandoned him after their night together. Well… No. Even though Jun had panicked before, he was on his way back to the apartment with fresh bakery. His strides grew hurried as he made his way back. Of course, he still had to solve the problem of the building’s main door, which he had no key to. Ultimately he decided that he had no choice, but to press the doorbell of Aiba’s apartment. Much to his surprise the lock on the door was disabled for him without a word from the speaker. Jun swished inside, even so and got into the elevator. He was already preparing a speech to tell the other so he would not hate him. As Aiba opened the door for him, though, he beamed at Jun.
“Hey,” he cheered. “Oh, you got breakfast. Cool.”
Jun blinked. “Er… yeah.”
“Fantastic,” Aiba said gleefully. “I was just wondering where you might have been off to. This is really sweet of you. I mean, it goes without saying that I’ll take you in overnight when you’re drunk. No need to repay anything. It’s much appreciated, though.”
Aiba grabbed the bags from Jun and made to prepare breakfast for them in cups and on plates. Jun watched him as he worked. Obviously Aiba thought that Jun had only gotten breakfast for them. The fact that Jun had left in Aiba’s clothes didn’t even seem to bother him. Which reminded Jun…
“Say… where are my clothes?”
Aiba grinned at him. “Oh, you don’t remember?”
Jun felt quite disturbed by the other’s attitude.
“Aiba-chan,” he mused, “do you not feel… in any way uneasy about last night?”
Aiba blinked at him. “About what exactly?” As he handed Jun a cup of coffee, he perked up. “Oh, do you mean the kissing? Well, that was just some drunk fun, wasn’t it?”
Jun shook his head in disbelief. “No, I’m not talking about a stupid kiss,” he demanded. “I mean waking up in your bed. Naked. Next to you. Naked. That’s what should be unsettling you. That we had sex.”
Aiba blushed slightly, averting his eyes. “Jun, what are you saying? We… we did not have sex.”
Jun stared at the other. “Wha- we didn’t?”
“No,” Aiba stated with a frown. “What made you think that we would have done something like that?”
“Sorry,” Jun said sarcastically, “I must have forgotten to mention that we were both NAKED. IN YOUR BED.”
“Yeah, well,” Aiba said, a frown coming to his face, “If you want to have details about that - as we got back you felt… well, you weren’t feeling very well. And… well, you threw up all over yourself. So I placed your clothes in the laundry, I got you into the shower and cleaned you up. And while I was at it you threw up all over me as well. So my clothes went into the laundry too. And after cleaning myself I got into bed. Not a big deal.”
“How is sleeping in the same bed together in the nude not a big deal?” Jun demanded. “I thought… dammit, I thought we did the dirty. I was totally out of it. Fuck, I even called Ohno.”
Aiba took his form in curiously. “So… you thought we had sex last night. You called Oh-chan about it?”
“I was panicked,” Jun defended himself.
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?” Jun demanded. “What if we had? What if…”
“Wow, having sex with me would be that awful to you?” Aiba asked. Then he frowned. “Wait, did you run from the apartment, leaving me behind?”
Jun shifted uncomfortably on his seat.
“I came back here with breakfast, didn’t I?” he said casually. “I wasn’t running away.”
Aiba kept looking at him. Then he sighed. “Well, at least your conscience got to you.”
Jun chuckled, drinking from his coffee cup. “It did,” he admitted. “Sorry, I was just… so confused.”
“More like out of it,” Aiba muttered. “I wouldn’t have imagined that the thought of having sex with me would unsettle you like that. The kiss was happily enough accepted by you, after all.”
Jun smiled at him. “No, I… that’s not what I meant. I really don’t think that having sex with you would be unbecoming. It’s just that... you know, being intimate with someone you work with is… difficult.”
“But you wouldn’t consider doing it with me,” Aiba pressed.
“It wouldn’t be a very good idea,” Jun told him.
“That aside,” Aiba insisted. “You don’t think of me as attractive like that, do you?”
“No, I… I’d totally do it with you,” Jun declared.
“Oh, come on,” Aiba dared him. “You do another type of guys, but not plain people like me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jun stated. “I’m just as plain as you are. As for the people I’m dating, you might be surprised, but I’m not picky. When someone’s sweet, I’ll answer.”
“I’ve only ever seen you together with other top guys,” Aiba told him.
“Well, it’s not my fault if nobody else will ever approach me,” Jun shrugged. “I’m attracted to being appreciated.”
“Really?” Aiba asked. “You answer to those who sweet talk you?”
“How would that be wrong?” Jun wanted to know.
Aiba chuckled. “It’s weird. I thought you were simply shallow when choosing possible partners. But this…”
Jun eyed him warily. “Do you mean I’m easy, or something?”
“Well, if all it takes for you to take your clothes off are just a few cheesy lines…”
“I’m not saying that I answer to just anyone, who tries to charm me,” Jun told him. “Many have tried and failed.”
“Alright, alright,” Aiba gave him. “I guess it’ best to simply let all of this go now. Nothing happened. You can call Oh-chan and set him right on your… misinterpretation and then we’ll pretend this never happened. I’ll be taking a shower.”
“Okay,” Jun agreed. “Hey, can I brush my teeth somewhere? I still taste… well, you know.”
Aiba gave him a sympathetic smile. “Of course. There’s a fresh toothbrush in the guest bathroom. Help yourself.”
“Cool, thanks.”
Aiba nodded quickly and retreated. Now, that hadn’t gone too well - but not exactly as bad as Jun would have imagined either. So, win? He’d let Ohno assess. Jun did have to call him back later and set some things straight. But first he wanted to clean his mouth properly. He quickly padded into the small bathroom that was basically for visitors to Aiba’s house and sure enough a newly sealed toothbrush lay in the mirror cabinet. Jun found basically everything he needed to make himself decent again. Even a wash lotion. So Jun went through a cleansing routine and only when he was done he understood that it had been a mistake to wet the towel he had found for cleaning his body, because there wasn’t another one around to dry himself with. He sighed. Just his rotten luck. Well, he’d have to bother Aiba for another towel. Trying not to drip onto the floor too much Jun hopped towards the main bathroom. He quickly opened the , as expected, unlocked door and slipped into the room. He couldn’t see Aiba, the shower stall steamed up completely.
“Sorry for just coming in like this,” Jun mumbled, “but I wet the towel for washing and now I need a dry one. If you’ll just tell me where…”
“Fuck, Jun,” he heard Aiba from the shower.
Jun sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. Can I just have a towel, then I’ll be right out of here.”
Silence. Jun frowned.
“Aiba, please, just a towel and I’ll leave.”
“Ah,” Aiba sighed. He sounded agitated. No. Strained? Definitely tense. “Towels are… in the top drawer. Under… the mirror.”
Short breathed? Jun frowned. Then he bit his lip. Either Aiba had been having a very weird training session in his bathroom, or… Jun considered his options. He’d already alerted his band mates to the fact that he and Aiba had sex. He’d shared a more than pleasant snogging with Aiba the previous night. From the reluctant tone in Aiba’s voice before he concluded that the other was not opposed to the idea of… well, getting closer. Definitely enough pros. Jun strode over to the shower stall and opened it. Sure enough he found Aiba in it. Naked. Wet. With his hard dick in hand.
“I… couldn’t find any towels,” Jun lied. “Care to share?”
Aiba merely stared at Jun, who was standing naked in his shower. He seemed insecure about what to do. So Jun decided to just go all in to get a reaction.
“I can rub your back in return,” he offered. “Or… whatever else you want rubbed.”
Aiba’s eyes grew wide. Ah, the message had obviously arrived alright.
“W-what?” Aiba stuttered out.
He was almost cute like that. Aiba was never shy or nervous, but this was different. The rejection he had felt before made him wary.
“Oh, I think you understood me,” Jun teased.
He closed the shower stall, with both of them inside now.
“You… before, you said it’s not a good idea,” Aiba muttered.
“Indeed,” Jun agreed. “But then, the others already think that it’s done, so why not enjoy it, at least?”
“When I wanted to shower with you before, you…”
Jun chuckled. “I told you, I like being appreciated.” When Aiba merely blinked he explained. “When you think of me while you’re pleasuring yourself, that’s very... appreciative.”
“Why would you…” Aiba began, but he was interrupted.
“You didn’t hear me as I got in,” Jun stated. “So you were just going on with your fun. Tell me,” he said in a low tone as he approached Aiba’s form, “what were you thinking of when you said my name?”
Aiba bit his lip, still unsure how to interpret the situation.
“Aiba-chan,” Jun said, his voice soft and the smile on his lips kind as he slid one arm around Aiba’s waist and pulled their bodies together, “I’m not here to make fun of you. I want to have some fun with you. And you seem to have fun in here. Care to share?”
The moment Aiba came back from his frozen state and started moving again, the first thing he did was to grab Jun around the neck and pull him in for a kiss. Jun was only too happy to answer that move. He already knew how kissing Aiba worked. And it worked very smoothly. Kissing Aiba was uncomplicated. No need to think about anything. Not too much tongue, no battling, to pulling, no biting. Probably Aiba was like that because he was kissing girls regularly. Jun could only guess, of course, but he found that he really got what he wanted here. He had always appreciated slow, sensual kissing sessions and Aiba provided just about everything he associated with that. A slow pace, delightfully placed strokes, light sucking that gave you ideas of further activities. Kissing was hardly ever a much-loved activity for Jun, but he could definitely get used to being kissed like that on a regular basis.
“Uh, Jun,” Aiba sighed against his lips.
When Jun pressed their bodies together fully he could feel the new sensations that came with their current session. Naked, wet skin rubbed against his, making it tingle and then there was that poking against his thigh, reminding Jun of Aiba’s need, waking his own. Jun groaned as he started to rub himself against Aiba’s form, brushing their erections together.
“Ah,” Aiba sighed.
Jun felt hands moving around his form, appreciating his back just so before moving straight to his ass and groping it delightfully. He grinned.
“So you’re in the mood for playing?” he asked.
Their eyes met for the first time since they had started messing around.
“Suck my dick,” Aiba heaved out.
Jun blinked. “What?”
“When I… when I said you name before,” Aiba explained. “I imagined how you suck my dick.”
“Mh,” Jun hummed.
He craned his neck to reach the skin behind Aiba’s ear and nip at it carefully, which earned him the smallest whine of joy. With his body he pushed Aiba back against the mosaic tiled wall of the rather huge shower stall.
“And do you want me to?” Jun asked against Aiba’s ear.
“Oh, yeah,” Aiba blurted out.
Jun chuckled. His lips kept teasing the skin around the other’s ear just a bit longer. Then they started to travel down Aiba’s shoulder, his collarbone, chest, there was a wonderfully erect nipple there that was practically begging to be teased. Jun lapped at it, kissed and sucked it, the hand that fisted in his wet hair urging him on. Literally, as it soon started pushing Jun, making it more than clear that his attention was wanted in another place. With a last kiss he moved further down, kneeling on the floor. It was wet and cold, but Jun simply ignored the inconveniences and concentrated on the view in front of him. Aiba was still fully erect and Jun was more than happy to give him what he so obviously wanted. He reached out a careful hand, trying the texture of his new found lover’s cock with his fingers.
“Mh, Jun…”
“Okay, okay,” Jun said in a teasing voice.
With that he leaned forward, closing his mouth over the head of the other’s dick. He felt it twitching slightly and moaned at how obviously he was wanted. Being wanted just had the most incredible effect on him. Jun reveled in every reaction he got and he knew how to get the reactions he wanted too. He quickly got to work, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth, not too deep, but with strong sucks that had Aiba moan in delight above him. The hand in Jun’s hair was back, guiding him, urging him and Jun was only too happy to comply. He changed his approach, opening his mouth wide. He took in as much as he could and what he couldn’t take he stroked with his hand.
At the same time his sucking grew more shallow, but faster, more urgent. Aiba moved with him, hips bucking forward just slightly every now and then. Jun made sure that he wouldn’t get choked by restraining the demanding cock with his hand whenever it was needed. His ministrations were appreciated he could feel it and hear it from the man in front of him. The moans, the hitched breathing, the shaking hands that were stroking him… it turned Jun on immensely. He started to feel his own needs becoming urgent as well. So, with his second hand he started to first stroke Aiba’s balls, which earned him another moan. Then he moved his fingers back, letting them stroke over the cleft between Aiba’s wet buttocks.
“Ju-Jun, I…” Aiba heaved out.
Jun could hear insecurity in his voice again. But no, no way, they would not stop there. Before Aiba could even think of forming a full sentence, Jun began to tease the rim with his fingertips, massaging it slowly.
“Fuck,” Aiba dragged out.
“Now we’re talking,” Jun muttered.
His lips were still attached to Aiba’s dick, nipping at it, giving it good long licks.
“Shower gel,” Jun ordered simply.
Fortunately Aiba was apparently too far gone to even question the request. He simply grabbed he bottle and handed it to Jun, who poured a nice amount of it onto his hand. He used the wetness to get it smooth and slippery and with his hand prepared like that he went back to teasing Aiba’s butthole. Carefully, slowly he worked the muscles loose, convincing them to grant him entrance and no minute later his first finger was already knuckle deep in. He twisted and turned it just the right way, giving new stimulation in all the right places. His other hand stroked Aiba’s cock, making sure it remained hard and responsive.
“I want to fuck you,” Jun said bluntly. “Will you let me?”
Aiba did not answer him. Instead he turned around with his face to the wall and spread his legs just so to give Jun an idea that yes, he wanted Jun, al of Jun, just there. Delighted by the new view Jun grabbed the ass that was presented to him so willingly. His fingers knead the flesh roughly, then his lips attached to the skin as well, giving open-mouthed kisses, then teasing bites and wet licks.
“You look delicious,” Jun stated, his breath coming in hitches. “Let me taste you.”
Jun’s only answer was a low moan as his hands pushed the plush butt cheeks apart to reveal what he was longing for so bad. Even so he grinned. It was just so much fun to let Aiba enjoy all those sensations. He dashed forward, his mouth attaching right onto the rim, first pressing against it, then sucking at it with delight. His tongue darted out to tease the opening, licking it, stroking it, his lips moving around the area, enjoying the wonderful butt that was being presented to him.
“Fuck, Jun,” Aiba cursed.
Jun continued to enjoy the flesh in front of him for a little bit longer, but then he too felt the strong urge to finally plunge into that ultimate bliss that made you leave the entire world behind. He poured some more of the shower gel onto his fingers and quickly inserted a finger into the loose hole in front of him. A second finger was added almost immediately and while Jun heard Aiba gasping just a bit, the flesh around him soon giving way, stretching easily. He pushed his fingers in slowly and the view and the motion almost made him moan in anticipation. How he wanted to bury himself in that tight heat and…
Jun groaned, growing impatient. He got up from the floor, lathered his hand up with more shower gel and coated his dick thoroughly. When he positioned himself behind Aiba, he teased the cleft by rubbing his cock against it several times.
“In me,” Aiba demanded, “now.”
“Happily,” Jun complied, his voice already hoarse from the heavy air and their lustful game.
He made sure to find the opening alright and then started to push in.
“Ungh,” Aiba voiced, trying to restrain the sound.
“Sorry,” Jun sighed out. “Still too tight.”
“No, it’s fine,” Aiba told him.
Jun nodded against Aiba’s neck and pushed again, slipping in just a bit further. Aiba’s opening stretched painfully, tightening around him. Jun remained still for a moment, then tried to wiggle his hips a bit to stimulate the opening and make it give way. It didn’t take long and the flesh had adapted to his presence, the rim still tight but not pressed against his dick anymore. Jun tried another thrust and gasped in surprise as he was suddenly almost all the way in. He heard Aiba moaning his approval and that did it. All hesitation and restraining were abandoned as he started to thrust with vigor, finally able to move freely.
“Fuck,” he breathed against Aiba’s shoulder, “you feel so good.”
“Oh god, Jun,” Aiba moaned. “More. More.”
“Mh, tight,” Jun muttered.
He completely lost himself in the sensations, his hips practically moving him and not the other way around. His thrusts got more urgent as he buried himself deeper yet.
“So full,” Aiba sighed happily. “Yeah, give it to me.”
“Oh yeah.”
Jun’s hands grabbed Aiba’s hips almost brutally, digging his fingers in deep to make sure the other won’t slip away from him. When he heard a groan of approval he gave in completely, his hips smacking against Aiba’s wonderfully tight ass, creating obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, intensifying the sensations running through him. Aiba was affected by their rutting as well, he could tell by the soft moans that now kept escaping Aiba’s lips with almost every thrust and the quivering of the other’s legs.
“Oh… yeah, yeah, almost…” Aiba moaned. “Oh god, don’t stop. Yeah, do it. Yeah, fuck me…”
Jun moaned at the verbal outburst. And he was only too happy to fulfil Aiba’s wish. He kept his rhythm steady as he plunged into that wonderful ass again and again. His lips nipped at Aiba’s ear just a bit as he moved to whisper into Aiba’s ear.
“Come for me.”
Aiba gasped, as if in surprise and the second later Jun felt him coming. The muscles around him tightened, moved, massaged him in the most delicious way, as if to urge him to follow Aiba into white bliss. And he was so desperate to feel it too. Only faintly he registered Aiba’s moan of delight as he came, staining the floor with his essence. Jun closed his eyes, concentrating on his own body. His dick was pulsing, almost hurting in the urge to finally burst out the liquid passion of his body.
One more thrust. Two. Three. His breath was so short he feared he might faint before he could come, but then he could feel it, taste it on the tip of his tongue and he thrust himself into it, literally, not caring anymore if the other would hurt afterwards, his hips moving of their own accord, starting to spasm and he was sure he was screaming, which was really embarrassing, but he still couldn’t get himself to care as his release washed over him in consuming waves and as he felt his jizz spurting and covering Aiba’s walls he moaned again, because fuck, he actually came into his ass. He knew that Aiba could feel it, feel his come in him and that satisfied Jun in a way that went deeper than the mere fuck. As he came down he panted heavily against Aiba’s shoulder.
“Fuck, that was good,” he sighed.
“Mh,” Aiba agreed, apparently still coming down and reveling in the feeling.
Jun gave slow, light kisses to Aiba’s shoulder blade, enjoying the afterglow.
“The water is going to turn cold soon,” Aiba finally stated. “We should…”
“Okay,” Jun agreed.
He detached himself from Aiba’s body slowly. Once he had pulled out completely he washed his cock off quickly of the remains of their little get together. As he looked at Aiba he saw that the other was also cleaning himself.
“I can’t believe I let you fuck me bare,” Aiba said stiffly.
“Yeah, I…”
Jun broke off. He didn’t like the new air between them at all. HE didn’t want to say it was sorry. HE wasn’t. And he didn’t want to feel sorry.
“Sorry, am I ruining the mood?” Aiba asked suddenly, sounding more light-hearted again.
Jun chuckled. “It’s okay. That wasn’t exactly… a well-organized idea.”
“But it was fun,” Aiba smiled at him.
“So, you don’t regret it?”
“No, of course, I don’t regret it.”
“Oh, good,” Jun sighed out.
Aiba chuckled. “It’s cute that you’re worried. I’ll make coffee, okay?”
“Wonderful,” Jun agreed.
He hugged Aiba out of a sudden impulse and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Aiba smiled at him and then quickly got into the kitchen. Jun remained behind and cleaned the bathroom. Just as he was about to get out as well he saw that the dryer was signaling that it was done working laundry and as Jun opened it he found his clothes in it. He got dressed quickly and then set out to find Aiba. They sat down together and consumed what Jun had brought from his earlier walk.
“So, what do we do now?” Aiba finally asked.
“I don’t know,” Jun admitted. “I mean, the others already know about it, so… best see how they take it, I guess.”
“Okay,” Aiba agreed. “And what about you and me?”
Jun blinked at him. “What do you mean? What about you and me?”
“I mean… is that it?” Aiba asked.
He averted his gaze, his fingers starting to fidget nervously.
“Did we just… I mean, did we just have a fun fuck? Or… should we think about something else?”
Jun inspected Aiba for a moment.
“Are you asking me if I want to be your boyfriend?”
As he said that he didn’t know if he should laugh at the phrasing, or feel joy over the suggestion. He hadn’t had an actual boyfriend in a long time and the prospect of the joys that came with it, long nights up snuggling, cooking and eating together, receiving lunch boxes, having dates for holidays…
“I’m not saying anything gay like that,” Aiba retorted.
“I see,” Jun grinned. “Then, is it more like you want to fuck again, repeatedly, if possible and get together for lunch and dinner and spare time activities?”
Aiba smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Jun told him.
He got up from his seat and walked around the table to sit on Aiba’s inviting lap. The other quickly hugged him to his body, pursing his lips just so and Jun got the message and quickly dove in for a sweet kiss.
“Okay, so… so you’ll be my boyfriend?” Aiba asked.
Jun chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
“Wicked,” Aiba grinned. “Can I tell Sho?”
Jun laughed at that. Then he perked up. “Oh, that reminds me. We should meet the others quickly and make this official. I bet Nino is sitting in a corner crying, wondering how he can fix things.”
“Probably,” Aiba agreed. “Okay, let’s quickly get going.”
“And don’t boast in front of Sho,” Jun instructed. “Well, don’t boast too much.”
Aiba laughed at that. “Okay, not too much.”
Jun nodded and got his phone out, calling Ohno.
“Hey, there. Listen, there are news,” Jun said. “Can we meet in about an hour? … No, you’ll be delighted. … Okay, see ya there.”
As he hung up he smiled at Aiba.
“One hour at the agency. We’ll make this a quick official announcement.”
“This is so cool,” Aiba said as he got up from his seat.
“Yeah, it’s way cool,” Jun agreed. “I didn’t think I’d get to have a boyfriend like you.”
“Like me?” Aiba blinked.
“Yeah,” Jun confirmed. “You know, kind-hearted and understanding and… stylish.”
Aiba grinned at Jun. Then he threw himself at Jun, hugging him tightly and kissing him breathless.
“Mh, and a man who is basically full of surprises,” Jun added with a grin. “Lovely.”
Aiba blushed slightly at that. Then he straightened himself.
“Okay, let’s go,” he urged.
Jun still grinned, looking after his new boyfriend. This was going to get really interesting.
Pairing: Junba
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters
Summary: What do you do when you wake up next to your co-worker naked and can’t remember a thing of what happened the previous night? Yeah, Jun doesn’t know either…
To my beloved yukitsubute, happy birthday, love! I hope you like it.
Jun sighed deeply as he woke from a sleepless dream. His eyes screwed shut against sun light that was disturbing him. The fact that his bed room didn’t have sunlight in the morning didn’t even disturb him. He was feeling way too heavy, as if he hadn’t slept more than about an hour. His arm had gone slightly numb, however, so he made to roll over onto his other side. The moment he tried to move, he groaned, his body aching in complaint. His arms were feeling heavy and his head was pounding like mad. He felt like he was going to throw up. Lying back down flat again he took a few deep breaths. Fortunately that calmed his revolting stomach a bit. The feeling wasn’t all the way alien to him. Apparently he was hung over. So, he just needed to get decent enough to roll over and get some useful meds from his nightstand.
He gave it another try to turn over and it worked better than expected, however, as he reached out, his hand grabbed something soft and fluffy. He peeked one eye open to see a pretty big Pikachu sitting on the nightstand. Which, obviously wasn’t his nightstand. Jun screwed his eyes shut again, trying to grasp where he was and why he hadn’t gotten back to his own place. Turning back over to get a more comfortable position, he bumped against something soft with his shoulder. As his eye peeked open again he could make out a form next to him. Now, that was new. He sometimes got a bit indecent when drinking, but he wasn’t stupid and didn’t take girls to… Jun blinked again. Where the fuck was he? As he sat up his head started to spin pretty bad. He held it between his hands and groaned again in dismay. Once the room stopped spinning again he took in his surroundings more clearly - and froze. He knew the place. Another look at the form lying next to him gave him cruel certainty. Next to him, lying in bed, knocked out and from what he could make out naked lay Aiba, still snoring silently.
“Oh… fuck,” Jun cursed.
He looked around the room, trying to get clues as to what had happened the night before. He couldn’t see a lot. Aiba’s bed room was decorated with plushies and cushions, other than that Jun spotted nothing out of the ordinary. No lube, no condoms - but, considering their current situation he didn’t know if the lack of such details was something he should feel relieved over. Jun checked the sheets feebly, but found no come. He sighed. Just what had happened the night before? He remembered how they had invited their Juniors out for dinner. How they had seated themselves at a separate table to give the younger ones more room. How they had ordered drinks…
*flashback*
“Look at them,” Jun chuckled. “They’re so cute. So young too.”
“What’s that - already complaining about getting old?” Aiba teased.
“Hey, past thirty is a new feeling,” Jun explained. “Just when did we get old like this? You know, this kind of senpai old.”
Aiba chuckled at that. “Well, I guess we’ve come quite a way, huh?”
“It’s weird,” Jun sighs. “Doesn’t it seem like only yesterday that management told us to get our passports ready, because we’d be going to Hawaii for an event? And then it’s like you blink and now wr’re sitting here.”
“There are a lot of activities and memories in between, though,” Aiba argued.
“Yeah, but…” Jun sighed. “Do you never feel like this? Like you’ve been missing out on your own time? I had so many ideas, dreams and it’s not like I haven’t lived any of them. I’m also grateful for what we have. But does it never feel to you that things have slipped away from us? I don’t feel the same excitement anymore the way I used to when I was young. And all the plans that I made. Like, I wanted to act in a stage play. I wanted to sing in big halls. And we’ve achieved so much. But today, I don’t think this way anymore. You know, this ‘what are we going to do next’ feeling. I just don’t have it anymore. It’s just a new album, another tour, a new TV drama… Don’t get me wrong, I love all of it, it’s just… nothing out of the ordinary. And I just keep moving along. Going with the flow instead of trying to go further. It’s like we’ve had all of our firsts together and now we’re just in some ongoing routine.”
“Hm, I think I know what you mean,” Aiba mused. “But then, if you’re aware of these things, you can try to go for a new challenge. Let’s go together.”
“Really?” Jun asked.
“Sure,” Aiba confirmed. “Let’s move further. And find more firsts to share.”
Jun smiled. “To the firsts,” he toasted and drowned his drink in one go.
*end fashback*
Jun sighed. He hadn’t had such a kind of “first” in mind. He remembered that they had kept drinking…
*flashback*
“M so sry,” Aiba slurred.
“He ws suchn assole,” Jun agreed.
Aiba sniffed. “I’ll nvr hurtcha,” he muttered.
“I know,” Jun answered gratefully. “I love you.”
“I love youuuu…”
*end flashback*
Jun couldn’t remember whether he’d been laughing or crying - most probably something in between. But he did remember the plush lips that had at some point started to probe against his. It had felt good and he had answered. From then things got more and more blurry, though. A wonderfully sensual kiss, a body that rubbed against his, a hand stroking his neck, his cheek, his chest…
Jun blushed at the memory. He had actually made out in public. With his bandmate.
“Fuck,” he repeated.
Aiba stirred next to him and suddenly Jun felt panic rising within him. What would he do when Aiba woke up? What should he say? What would Aiba say? Shaking his head, as if to deny what had happened, he got up from the bed. He went looking for his clothes, but didn’t find them anywhere, so in his blanked out state of mind he grabbed one of Aiba’s shirts, tight fitting Jeans, a belt and a pair of socks from the wardrobe. His mobile, at least, he could find on a table and grabbed it. He quickly left the bedroom with his loot. Once outside he got dressed. Well, he covered his naked body. The belt fixed the pants to his hips just so. He had to roll up the sleeves several times, so he wouldn’t trip. The shirt was way too big too, but it served its purpose. The socks worked fine and Jun was relieved to find that his shoes had not gone missing, but were standing just behind the front door. Once he had put them on he considered his.options once more, but then, with another shake of his head, he swept out the door.
Once outside Jun took a deep breath, but only when he left the building he started to feel a bit relieved. Just to feel agitated again the next second. He was totally out of it. To ease his mind he started strolling around the area. He didn’t even remember later how long he kept walking the streets up and down. Ultimately, it was to no avail. His heart still felt heavy and his mind was still running wild, his thoughts haunting him in a way he had never experienced before. He needed help, he decided. He grabbed his phone out of the jeans pocket.
“Hey, there,” Ohno greeted him upon picking up.
“Yeah, hi,” Jun muttered.
“Oh-oh, what’s wrong?” Ohno wanted to know.
“Nothing,” Jun said desperately. “Well, I mean… I did something stupid.”
“Ah,” Ohno made. “With whom?”
Jun smiled gently. Ohno knew him so well. “Aiba,” he answered.
For a while he didn’t hear a word fom Ohno.
“Are you out of your mind?” Ohno then burst out.
“Yeah, I know,” Jun sighed. “That wasn’t a very smart move. In my defence, though, he totally started kissing me, taking advantage of my drunken state.”
Ohno sighed. “Seriously, one can’t leave you alone or even five minutes without you getting into trouble. Where’s Aiba?”
“Still in bed,” Jun answered vaguely.
“Well, let me talk to him,” Ohno demanded.
Jun gnawed on his lip nervously. “That… might be a bit difficult.”
Ohno sighed at the other end. “And why is that?”
“Ah…” Jun dragged out. “Because I… panicked and left the apartment without leaving a note and I don’t have a key so no I can’t go back?” There was silence on the other end of the line. “Oh-chan?”
“Well, what do you want me to say now?” Ohno burst out so loud Jun had to hold his phone away from his ear. “Just fantastic. First you mess up and then you run away. How do you think to even look at him when you meet him next time - which is going to be… tonight. You fucking idiot. What… just what is wrong with you?! Of all people. Of all your bandmates. Really, if you had such pressing urges, come to me and I’ll deal with them.”
“It wasn’t… anything like that,” Jun muttered.
“Then why…?”
Jun sighed. “Well… are you going to get madder if it’s meaningless?”
“I don’t think I can get any more furious at the moment, but I might take longer until I forgive you.”
“Alright, I… we were taking out some Juniors last night. And we got… a bit nostalgic. We were drinking and… well, basically that’s it.”
“Oh, that’s it, huh?” Ohno spit out sarcastically. “And just like that you fucked with one of your bandmates. Do you remember what happened last time intimacies were exchanged within the group?”
“That was different,” Jun mumbled. “And besides, Sho was acting like a total asshole.”
“You mean like doing a bandmate and then running off?” Ohno asked pointedly.
Jun stopped in his tracks. “No, I am not… I’m not a heartless shit. I just…” Panic came rushing back to his body. “I need to get back to that apartment,” he decided.
Ohno was saying something else, he could hear it faintly, but he didn’t listen anymore and was already about to hang up. Jun knew what it felt like to be let down by someone you put your trust in. And he swore to himself that he would not do anything to hurt his bandmate. He’d simply go through the awkwardness of being confronted with someone you had sex with and regretted the fact. Anything was better than letting the other down. Jun was wondering how he would be able to get back into Aiba’s apartment, when, along the way he found a small bakery. He perked up. Bringing food back might brighten Aiba’s mood after waking up in an empty bed. Jun’s guts twisted at that thought. Just what had he been thinking, wandering off like that? Even more determined than before Jun walked into the bakery.
“Good morning,” a young girl greeted him cheerfully.
As she spotted him more clearly she stopped. At that Jun stopped too. He was used to being recognized, but he just realized that he’d gone out practically completely un-covered. And girls could be very… well… unpredictable when they recognized him. Even so, Jun decided to take the chance.
“Hi,” he said carefully.
He walked through the store and picked some nice pieces, sweet and plain, and checked the coffee menu.
“Ah, I’ll have two Double Espresso with these, please,” Jun requested as he neared the cash point.
He placed the treats he had gotten on the table there as well. The girl kept staring at him, but she nodded, if absentmindedly, and other than that she was perfectly calm. She prepared the coffee to go as well and then rang everything up.
“That will be 862yen,” she then summed it all up.
Jun reached into his pocket and… realized that he didn’t wear his jeans and thus didn’t have his wallet with him.
“Er…” he began, starting to get nervous, “I’m afraid I don’t have…” Then a thought hit him. “Oh, do you have an nfc device?”
“Sure,” the girl said quickly.
She pulled out a small nfc payment box and offered it to Jun, who, very relieved, pulled out his mobile phone and used his app to pay for the coffee and the bakery.
“Thanks a lot,” he said with a smile.
The girl blushed and averted her gaze. Jun smiled. She had been very pleasant, really. So he wanted to treat her a bit.
“Hey,” he said, “do you by chance have pen and paper too?”
“Of course,” the girl nodded. She quickly grabbed the items from under her counter. “There you go.”
“Thank you,” he smiled and even gave a small wink.
The girl squeaked silently for a second and he suppressed a chuckle. It was so amazing how people would react to him. He scribbled on the sheet of paper before handing it back to her.
“If you call there, you’ll get one free entrance to any show that the agency organizes,” Jun told the girl.
The girl blinked at him “Huh?”
“Well, it’s basically a number that’s used if you need something for friends, or something,” Jun told her. “Any show, really. Any group too. You just say which one, the desired date and your name. It’s for one or two tickets. But choose wisely. As soon as you call, your number will go to the blacklist. You won’t be able to call a second time.”
The girl still stared at him. “Ah… really?”
“People often get very agitated around me,” Jun explained. “It’s quite aggravating. When people treat me so I can feel at ease, I want to thank them. So, thank you.”
That said he grabbed his stuff from the counter and swept out the door. He smiled to himself. It was nice to be able to do such things randomly every now and then. Then he remembered, though, that there was someone else he should give a treat. Aiba was still alone in his apartment, probably thinking that Jun had abandoned him after their night together. Well… No. Even though Jun had panicked before, he was on his way back to the apartment with fresh bakery. His strides grew hurried as he made his way back. Of course, he still had to solve the problem of the building’s main door, which he had no key to. Ultimately he decided that he had no choice, but to press the doorbell of Aiba’s apartment. Much to his surprise the lock on the door was disabled for him without a word from the speaker. Jun swished inside, even so and got into the elevator. He was already preparing a speech to tell the other so he would not hate him. As Aiba opened the door for him, though, he beamed at Jun.
“Hey,” he cheered. “Oh, you got breakfast. Cool.”
Jun blinked. “Er… yeah.”
“Fantastic,” Aiba said gleefully. “I was just wondering where you might have been off to. This is really sweet of you. I mean, it goes without saying that I’ll take you in overnight when you’re drunk. No need to repay anything. It’s much appreciated, though.”
Aiba grabbed the bags from Jun and made to prepare breakfast for them in cups and on plates. Jun watched him as he worked. Obviously Aiba thought that Jun had only gotten breakfast for them. The fact that Jun had left in Aiba’s clothes didn’t even seem to bother him. Which reminded Jun…
“Say… where are my clothes?”
Aiba grinned at him. “Oh, you don’t remember?”
Jun felt quite disturbed by the other’s attitude.
“Aiba-chan,” he mused, “do you not feel… in any way uneasy about last night?”
Aiba blinked at him. “About what exactly?” As he handed Jun a cup of coffee, he perked up. “Oh, do you mean the kissing? Well, that was just some drunk fun, wasn’t it?”
Jun shook his head in disbelief. “No, I’m not talking about a stupid kiss,” he demanded. “I mean waking up in your bed. Naked. Next to you. Naked. That’s what should be unsettling you. That we had sex.”
Aiba blushed slightly, averting his eyes. “Jun, what are you saying? We… we did not have sex.”
Jun stared at the other. “Wha- we didn’t?”
“No,” Aiba stated with a frown. “What made you think that we would have done something like that?”
“Sorry,” Jun said sarcastically, “I must have forgotten to mention that we were both NAKED. IN YOUR BED.”
“Yeah, well,” Aiba said, a frown coming to his face, “If you want to have details about that - as we got back you felt… well, you weren’t feeling very well. And… well, you threw up all over yourself. So I placed your clothes in the laundry, I got you into the shower and cleaned you up. And while I was at it you threw up all over me as well. So my clothes went into the laundry too. And after cleaning myself I got into bed. Not a big deal.”
“How is sleeping in the same bed together in the nude not a big deal?” Jun demanded. “I thought… dammit, I thought we did the dirty. I was totally out of it. Fuck, I even called Ohno.”
Aiba took his form in curiously. “So… you thought we had sex last night. You called Oh-chan about it?”
“I was panicked,” Jun defended himself.
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?” Jun demanded. “What if we had? What if…”
“Wow, having sex with me would be that awful to you?” Aiba asked. Then he frowned. “Wait, did you run from the apartment, leaving me behind?”
Jun shifted uncomfortably on his seat.
“I came back here with breakfast, didn’t I?” he said casually. “I wasn’t running away.”
Aiba kept looking at him. Then he sighed. “Well, at least your conscience got to you.”
Jun chuckled, drinking from his coffee cup. “It did,” he admitted. “Sorry, I was just… so confused.”
“More like out of it,” Aiba muttered. “I wouldn’t have imagined that the thought of having sex with me would unsettle you like that. The kiss was happily enough accepted by you, after all.”
Jun smiled at him. “No, I… that’s not what I meant. I really don’t think that having sex with you would be unbecoming. It’s just that... you know, being intimate with someone you work with is… difficult.”
“But you wouldn’t consider doing it with me,” Aiba pressed.
“It wouldn’t be a very good idea,” Jun told him.
“That aside,” Aiba insisted. “You don’t think of me as attractive like that, do you?”
“No, I… I’d totally do it with you,” Jun declared.
“Oh, come on,” Aiba dared him. “You do another type of guys, but not plain people like me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jun stated. “I’m just as plain as you are. As for the people I’m dating, you might be surprised, but I’m not picky. When someone’s sweet, I’ll answer.”
“I’ve only ever seen you together with other top guys,” Aiba told him.
“Well, it’s not my fault if nobody else will ever approach me,” Jun shrugged. “I’m attracted to being appreciated.”
“Really?” Aiba asked. “You answer to those who sweet talk you?”
“How would that be wrong?” Jun wanted to know.
Aiba chuckled. “It’s weird. I thought you were simply shallow when choosing possible partners. But this…”
Jun eyed him warily. “Do you mean I’m easy, or something?”
“Well, if all it takes for you to take your clothes off are just a few cheesy lines…”
“I’m not saying that I answer to just anyone, who tries to charm me,” Jun told him. “Many have tried and failed.”
“Alright, alright,” Aiba gave him. “I guess it’ best to simply let all of this go now. Nothing happened. You can call Oh-chan and set him right on your… misinterpretation and then we’ll pretend this never happened. I’ll be taking a shower.”
“Okay,” Jun agreed. “Hey, can I brush my teeth somewhere? I still taste… well, you know.”
Aiba gave him a sympathetic smile. “Of course. There’s a fresh toothbrush in the guest bathroom. Help yourself.”
“Cool, thanks.”
Aiba nodded quickly and retreated. Now, that hadn’t gone too well - but not exactly as bad as Jun would have imagined either. So, win? He’d let Ohno assess. Jun did have to call him back later and set some things straight. But first he wanted to clean his mouth properly. He quickly padded into the small bathroom that was basically for visitors to Aiba’s house and sure enough a newly sealed toothbrush lay in the mirror cabinet. Jun found basically everything he needed to make himself decent again. Even a wash lotion. So Jun went through a cleansing routine and only when he was done he understood that it had been a mistake to wet the towel he had found for cleaning his body, because there wasn’t another one around to dry himself with. He sighed. Just his rotten luck. Well, he’d have to bother Aiba for another towel. Trying not to drip onto the floor too much Jun hopped towards the main bathroom. He quickly opened the , as expected, unlocked door and slipped into the room. He couldn’t see Aiba, the shower stall steamed up completely.
“Sorry for just coming in like this,” Jun mumbled, “but I wet the towel for washing and now I need a dry one. If you’ll just tell me where…”
“Fuck, Jun,” he heard Aiba from the shower.
Jun sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. Can I just have a towel, then I’ll be right out of here.”
Silence. Jun frowned.
“Aiba, please, just a towel and I’ll leave.”
“Ah,” Aiba sighed. He sounded agitated. No. Strained? Definitely tense. “Towels are… in the top drawer. Under… the mirror.”
Short breathed? Jun frowned. Then he bit his lip. Either Aiba had been having a very weird training session in his bathroom, or… Jun considered his options. He’d already alerted his band mates to the fact that he and Aiba had sex. He’d shared a more than pleasant snogging with Aiba the previous night. From the reluctant tone in Aiba’s voice before he concluded that the other was not opposed to the idea of… well, getting closer. Definitely enough pros. Jun strode over to the shower stall and opened it. Sure enough he found Aiba in it. Naked. Wet. With his hard dick in hand.
“I… couldn’t find any towels,” Jun lied. “Care to share?”
Aiba merely stared at Jun, who was standing naked in his shower. He seemed insecure about what to do. So Jun decided to just go all in to get a reaction.
“I can rub your back in return,” he offered. “Or… whatever else you want rubbed.”
Aiba’s eyes grew wide. Ah, the message had obviously arrived alright.
“W-what?” Aiba stuttered out.
He was almost cute like that. Aiba was never shy or nervous, but this was different. The rejection he had felt before made him wary.
“Oh, I think you understood me,” Jun teased.
He closed the shower stall, with both of them inside now.
“You… before, you said it’s not a good idea,” Aiba muttered.
“Indeed,” Jun agreed. “But then, the others already think that it’s done, so why not enjoy it, at least?”
“When I wanted to shower with you before, you…”
Jun chuckled. “I told you, I like being appreciated.” When Aiba merely blinked he explained. “When you think of me while you’re pleasuring yourself, that’s very... appreciative.”
“Why would you…” Aiba began, but he was interrupted.
“You didn’t hear me as I got in,” Jun stated. “So you were just going on with your fun. Tell me,” he said in a low tone as he approached Aiba’s form, “what were you thinking of when you said my name?”
Aiba bit his lip, still unsure how to interpret the situation.
“Aiba-chan,” Jun said, his voice soft and the smile on his lips kind as he slid one arm around Aiba’s waist and pulled their bodies together, “I’m not here to make fun of you. I want to have some fun with you. And you seem to have fun in here. Care to share?”
The moment Aiba came back from his frozen state and started moving again, the first thing he did was to grab Jun around the neck and pull him in for a kiss. Jun was only too happy to answer that move. He already knew how kissing Aiba worked. And it worked very smoothly. Kissing Aiba was uncomplicated. No need to think about anything. Not too much tongue, no battling, to pulling, no biting. Probably Aiba was like that because he was kissing girls regularly. Jun could only guess, of course, but he found that he really got what he wanted here. He had always appreciated slow, sensual kissing sessions and Aiba provided just about everything he associated with that. A slow pace, delightfully placed strokes, light sucking that gave you ideas of further activities. Kissing was hardly ever a much-loved activity for Jun, but he could definitely get used to being kissed like that on a regular basis.
“Uh, Jun,” Aiba sighed against his lips.
When Jun pressed their bodies together fully he could feel the new sensations that came with their current session. Naked, wet skin rubbed against his, making it tingle and then there was that poking against his thigh, reminding Jun of Aiba’s need, waking his own. Jun groaned as he started to rub himself against Aiba’s form, brushing their erections together.
“Ah,” Aiba sighed.
Jun felt hands moving around his form, appreciating his back just so before moving straight to his ass and groping it delightfully. He grinned.
“So you’re in the mood for playing?” he asked.
Their eyes met for the first time since they had started messing around.
“Suck my dick,” Aiba heaved out.
Jun blinked. “What?”
“When I… when I said you name before,” Aiba explained. “I imagined how you suck my dick.”
“Mh,” Jun hummed.
He craned his neck to reach the skin behind Aiba’s ear and nip at it carefully, which earned him the smallest whine of joy. With his body he pushed Aiba back against the mosaic tiled wall of the rather huge shower stall.
“And do you want me to?” Jun asked against Aiba’s ear.
“Oh, yeah,” Aiba blurted out.
Jun chuckled. His lips kept teasing the skin around the other’s ear just a bit longer. Then they started to travel down Aiba’s shoulder, his collarbone, chest, there was a wonderfully erect nipple there that was practically begging to be teased. Jun lapped at it, kissed and sucked it, the hand that fisted in his wet hair urging him on. Literally, as it soon started pushing Jun, making it more than clear that his attention was wanted in another place. With a last kiss he moved further down, kneeling on the floor. It was wet and cold, but Jun simply ignored the inconveniences and concentrated on the view in front of him. Aiba was still fully erect and Jun was more than happy to give him what he so obviously wanted. He reached out a careful hand, trying the texture of his new found lover’s cock with his fingers.
“Mh, Jun…”
“Okay, okay,” Jun said in a teasing voice.
With that he leaned forward, closing his mouth over the head of the other’s dick. He felt it twitching slightly and moaned at how obviously he was wanted. Being wanted just had the most incredible effect on him. Jun reveled in every reaction he got and he knew how to get the reactions he wanted too. He quickly got to work, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth, not too deep, but with strong sucks that had Aiba moan in delight above him. The hand in Jun’s hair was back, guiding him, urging him and Jun was only too happy to comply. He changed his approach, opening his mouth wide. He took in as much as he could and what he couldn’t take he stroked with his hand.
At the same time his sucking grew more shallow, but faster, more urgent. Aiba moved with him, hips bucking forward just slightly every now and then. Jun made sure that he wouldn’t get choked by restraining the demanding cock with his hand whenever it was needed. His ministrations were appreciated he could feel it and hear it from the man in front of him. The moans, the hitched breathing, the shaking hands that were stroking him… it turned Jun on immensely. He started to feel his own needs becoming urgent as well. So, with his second hand he started to first stroke Aiba’s balls, which earned him another moan. Then he moved his fingers back, letting them stroke over the cleft between Aiba’s wet buttocks.
“Ju-Jun, I…” Aiba heaved out.
Jun could hear insecurity in his voice again. But no, no way, they would not stop there. Before Aiba could even think of forming a full sentence, Jun began to tease the rim with his fingertips, massaging it slowly.
“Fuck,” Aiba dragged out.
“Now we’re talking,” Jun muttered.
His lips were still attached to Aiba’s dick, nipping at it, giving it good long licks.
“Shower gel,” Jun ordered simply.
Fortunately Aiba was apparently too far gone to even question the request. He simply grabbed he bottle and handed it to Jun, who poured a nice amount of it onto his hand. He used the wetness to get it smooth and slippery and with his hand prepared like that he went back to teasing Aiba’s butthole. Carefully, slowly he worked the muscles loose, convincing them to grant him entrance and no minute later his first finger was already knuckle deep in. He twisted and turned it just the right way, giving new stimulation in all the right places. His other hand stroked Aiba’s cock, making sure it remained hard and responsive.
“I want to fuck you,” Jun said bluntly. “Will you let me?”
Aiba did not answer him. Instead he turned around with his face to the wall and spread his legs just so to give Jun an idea that yes, he wanted Jun, al of Jun, just there. Delighted by the new view Jun grabbed the ass that was presented to him so willingly. His fingers knead the flesh roughly, then his lips attached to the skin as well, giving open-mouthed kisses, then teasing bites and wet licks.
“You look delicious,” Jun stated, his breath coming in hitches. “Let me taste you.”
Jun’s only answer was a low moan as his hands pushed the plush butt cheeks apart to reveal what he was longing for so bad. Even so he grinned. It was just so much fun to let Aiba enjoy all those sensations. He dashed forward, his mouth attaching right onto the rim, first pressing against it, then sucking at it with delight. His tongue darted out to tease the opening, licking it, stroking it, his lips moving around the area, enjoying the wonderful butt that was being presented to him.
“Fuck, Jun,” Aiba cursed.
Jun continued to enjoy the flesh in front of him for a little bit longer, but then he too felt the strong urge to finally plunge into that ultimate bliss that made you leave the entire world behind. He poured some more of the shower gel onto his fingers and quickly inserted a finger into the loose hole in front of him. A second finger was added almost immediately and while Jun heard Aiba gasping just a bit, the flesh around him soon giving way, stretching easily. He pushed his fingers in slowly and the view and the motion almost made him moan in anticipation. How he wanted to bury himself in that tight heat and…
Jun groaned, growing impatient. He got up from the floor, lathered his hand up with more shower gel and coated his dick thoroughly. When he positioned himself behind Aiba, he teased the cleft by rubbing his cock against it several times.
“In me,” Aiba demanded, “now.”
“Happily,” Jun complied, his voice already hoarse from the heavy air and their lustful game.
He made sure to find the opening alright and then started to push in.
“Ungh,” Aiba voiced, trying to restrain the sound.
“Sorry,” Jun sighed out. “Still too tight.”
“No, it’s fine,” Aiba told him.
Jun nodded against Aiba’s neck and pushed again, slipping in just a bit further. Aiba’s opening stretched painfully, tightening around him. Jun remained still for a moment, then tried to wiggle his hips a bit to stimulate the opening and make it give way. It didn’t take long and the flesh had adapted to his presence, the rim still tight but not pressed against his dick anymore. Jun tried another thrust and gasped in surprise as he was suddenly almost all the way in. He heard Aiba moaning his approval and that did it. All hesitation and restraining were abandoned as he started to thrust with vigor, finally able to move freely.
“Fuck,” he breathed against Aiba’s shoulder, “you feel so good.”
“Oh god, Jun,” Aiba moaned. “More. More.”
“Mh, tight,” Jun muttered.
He completely lost himself in the sensations, his hips practically moving him and not the other way around. His thrusts got more urgent as he buried himself deeper yet.
“So full,” Aiba sighed happily. “Yeah, give it to me.”
“Oh yeah.”
Jun’s hands grabbed Aiba’s hips almost brutally, digging his fingers in deep to make sure the other won’t slip away from him. When he heard a groan of approval he gave in completely, his hips smacking against Aiba’s wonderfully tight ass, creating obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, intensifying the sensations running through him. Aiba was affected by their rutting as well, he could tell by the soft moans that now kept escaping Aiba’s lips with almost every thrust and the quivering of the other’s legs.
“Oh… yeah, yeah, almost…” Aiba moaned. “Oh god, don’t stop. Yeah, do it. Yeah, fuck me…”
Jun moaned at the verbal outburst. And he was only too happy to fulfil Aiba’s wish. He kept his rhythm steady as he plunged into that wonderful ass again and again. His lips nipped at Aiba’s ear just a bit as he moved to whisper into Aiba’s ear.
“Come for me.”
Aiba gasped, as if in surprise and the second later Jun felt him coming. The muscles around him tightened, moved, massaged him in the most delicious way, as if to urge him to follow Aiba into white bliss. And he was so desperate to feel it too. Only faintly he registered Aiba’s moan of delight as he came, staining the floor with his essence. Jun closed his eyes, concentrating on his own body. His dick was pulsing, almost hurting in the urge to finally burst out the liquid passion of his body.
One more thrust. Two. Three. His breath was so short he feared he might faint before he could come, but then he could feel it, taste it on the tip of his tongue and he thrust himself into it, literally, not caring anymore if the other would hurt afterwards, his hips moving of their own accord, starting to spasm and he was sure he was screaming, which was really embarrassing, but he still couldn’t get himself to care as his release washed over him in consuming waves and as he felt his jizz spurting and covering Aiba’s walls he moaned again, because fuck, he actually came into his ass. He knew that Aiba could feel it, feel his come in him and that satisfied Jun in a way that went deeper than the mere fuck. As he came down he panted heavily against Aiba’s shoulder.
“Fuck, that was good,” he sighed.
“Mh,” Aiba agreed, apparently still coming down and reveling in the feeling.
Jun gave slow, light kisses to Aiba’s shoulder blade, enjoying the afterglow.
“The water is going to turn cold soon,” Aiba finally stated. “We should…”
“Okay,” Jun agreed.
He detached himself from Aiba’s body slowly. Once he had pulled out completely he washed his cock off quickly of the remains of their little get together. As he looked at Aiba he saw that the other was also cleaning himself.
“I can’t believe I let you fuck me bare,” Aiba said stiffly.
“Yeah, I…”
Jun broke off. He didn’t like the new air between them at all. HE didn’t want to say it was sorry. HE wasn’t. And he didn’t want to feel sorry.
“Sorry, am I ruining the mood?” Aiba asked suddenly, sounding more light-hearted again.
Jun chuckled. “It’s okay. That wasn’t exactly… a well-organized idea.”
“But it was fun,” Aiba smiled at him.
“So, you don’t regret it?”
“No, of course, I don’t regret it.”
“Oh, good,” Jun sighed out.
Aiba chuckled. “It’s cute that you’re worried. I’ll make coffee, okay?”
“Wonderful,” Jun agreed.
He hugged Aiba out of a sudden impulse and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Aiba smiled at him and then quickly got into the kitchen. Jun remained behind and cleaned the bathroom. Just as he was about to get out as well he saw that the dryer was signaling that it was done working laundry and as Jun opened it he found his clothes in it. He got dressed quickly and then set out to find Aiba. They sat down together and consumed what Jun had brought from his earlier walk.
“So, what do we do now?” Aiba finally asked.
“I don’t know,” Jun admitted. “I mean, the others already know about it, so… best see how they take it, I guess.”
“Okay,” Aiba agreed. “And what about you and me?”
Jun blinked at him. “What do you mean? What about you and me?”
“I mean… is that it?” Aiba asked.
He averted his gaze, his fingers starting to fidget nervously.
“Did we just… I mean, did we just have a fun fuck? Or… should we think about something else?”
Jun inspected Aiba for a moment.
“Are you asking me if I want to be your boyfriend?”
As he said that he didn’t know if he should laugh at the phrasing, or feel joy over the suggestion. He hadn’t had an actual boyfriend in a long time and the prospect of the joys that came with it, long nights up snuggling, cooking and eating together, receiving lunch boxes, having dates for holidays…
“I’m not saying anything gay like that,” Aiba retorted.
“I see,” Jun grinned. “Then, is it more like you want to fuck again, repeatedly, if possible and get together for lunch and dinner and spare time activities?”
Aiba smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Jun told him.
He got up from his seat and walked around the table to sit on Aiba’s inviting lap. The other quickly hugged him to his body, pursing his lips just so and Jun got the message and quickly dove in for a sweet kiss.
“Okay, so… so you’ll be my boyfriend?” Aiba asked.
Jun chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
“Wicked,” Aiba grinned. “Can I tell Sho?”
Jun laughed at that. Then he perked up. “Oh, that reminds me. We should meet the others quickly and make this official. I bet Nino is sitting in a corner crying, wondering how he can fix things.”
“Probably,” Aiba agreed. “Okay, let’s quickly get going.”
“And don’t boast in front of Sho,” Jun instructed. “Well, don’t boast too much.”
Aiba laughed at that. “Okay, not too much.”
Jun nodded and got his phone out, calling Ohno.
“Hey, there. Listen, there are news,” Jun said. “Can we meet in about an hour? … No, you’ll be delighted. … Okay, see ya there.”
As he hung up he smiled at Aiba.
“One hour at the agency. We’ll make this a quick official announcement.”
“This is so cool,” Aiba said as he got up from his seat.
“Yeah, it’s way cool,” Jun agreed. “I didn’t think I’d get to have a boyfriend like you.”
“Like me?” Aiba blinked.
“Yeah,” Jun confirmed. “You know, kind-hearted and understanding and… stylish.”
Aiba grinned at Jun. Then he threw himself at Jun, hugging him tightly and kissing him breathless.
“Mh, and a man who is basically full of surprises,” Jun added with a grin. “Lovely.”
Aiba blushed slightly at that. Then he straightened himself.
“Okay, let’s go,” he urged.
Jun still grinned, looking after his new boyfriend. This was going to get really interesting.