Drabble (Ficlet?) a Day #29-30
I should have posted this awhile ago, I've had it written for ages, but I only just typed it up. I-- I figured since so many people wrote fic for my birthday yesterday, I should try to reciprocate at least a little bit.
Arashi, Aiba/Jun, around a light-ish R, I'd say.
drabble/ficlet #29-30:
Rehearsals always ran late, especially when they had trouble getting the choreography down for the first time and every hour that crawled by only made them more frustrated and bad-tempered. Jun's temper was always the worst of the group in situations like these, especially when he had trouble with the steps and even knowing that he was most annoyed at himself didn't help much as the others tried to have patience with him.
They were halfway through the current dance routine for Your Song when Sho moved left instead of right, running into Ohno enough to make them both stumble and stopping the others around them. Even the staff-san looked tense and frazzled.
"This shouldn't be that difficult, right?" Jun said tightly, deliberately not looking at any of the others, but his meaning perfectly clear. They all shot warning looks at him, Aiba's a little more thoughtful than the rest. "We shouldn't be--"
"Eh," Nino interrupted, loudly and petulantly as he flopped down on one of the benches that lined the walls and wrapped a towel around his neck. "I'm taking a ten minute break, I'm tired of this."
Ohno drifted over towards him, settling onto the bench next to Nino's sprawled form and upended one of the water bottles set out for them, nearly a third of it gone in one pass. Sho plunked down on a bench on the opposite side of the room, a dark look on his face, whether at himself or everyone else, it wasn't clear. Jun stalked from the room with a muttered excuse about a restroom break while Aiba stood in the center of the room for a bit, looking at each of them in turn for a long moment.
Nino caught his eye last and made a vague jerking hand motion at him with an annoyed look that made the corner of Aiba's mouth twitch up. With a brief nod, he wandered off in the general direction Jun had gone.
*
When Aiba finally caught up with him in the restroom, Jun was lounging against the far wall, head tipped back against the tiles, and nearly halfway through a cigarette. He didn't open his eyes or protest when Aiba took the cigarette from his loose fingers for a long drag on it himself.
"You probably shouldn't while we're in the middle of--" Jun started before Aiba elbowed him in the side.
"Don't worry about it, I'm taking care, okay?" He handed the cigarette back to Jun, who took one last drag before crushing it out and tossing it.
"You didn't have to follow me," Jun muttered, trying to sound annoyed but not quite making it, reaching something dangerously close to childish instead. "I'm not going to explode or anything."
He pushed off from the wall but Aiba's arm was suddenly around his waist and Aiba's heavy weight against his side pinned him backwards again. It would have been easy to push Aiba way, he wasn't really trying to hold onto Jun, but he let himself be held back anyway.
"That's not really why I came in here," Aiba said softly against his ear. His hand slid towards the front of Jun's jeans, light and easy. "You've been really tense for the last couple of hours, Jun-chan, and so I thought it would be a good idea to--"
Jun shoved his hand away and tried to give Aiba a withering look, but Aiba's hand slipped back towards his belt buckle and his lips were already trailing a line down Jun's jawline. "Not here," Jun hissed. "Any any moment, someone could--"
"Relax, Jun-chan," Aiba soothed with a grin against his throat. "The studio is almost deserted this late at night and besides, it won't take very long."
Jun rolled his eyes, attempting one last time to shove Aiba's hand away, but it was half-hearted at best, he obviously wasn't really trying. "Don't be gross. Besides--"
Aiba's lips were pressed against his as Jun turned to scold him properly and he thought very strongly about protesting. But Aiba wasn't demanding, wasn't trying too hard, was just carefully asking permission first, and there was never really much question about it. He relaxed into the kiss, letting his mouth fall open a little, just a bit to encourage, and Aiba's hand was deft when undoing the front of his jeans enough to slip inside and grasp him firmly. Jun was quietly glad of Aiba's weight against him, holding him up against the wall when he wasn't entirely certain he could have managed it on his own with the way Aiba's grip squeezed tighter for a moment, then loosened as he stroked back down again.
And, all right, maybe he'd been wound a little tighter than he'd thought, because he felt ready to explode already, and tried to hold back, tried not to push quite so insistently into Aiba's warm hand. Or lean futher into the kiss, but Aiba kept pulling him further forward with each sweep of his hand along Jun's length, faster and faster, a little harder each time, and it wasn't long at all before he was finishing with a low moan of release.
He sagged against Aiba in a loose-limbed slump just for a moment and then righted himself, but Aiba said nothing while Jun just straighted his hair and Aiba finished redoing up the buttons on his jeans. He was a little grateful for the quiet and that Aiba didn't ask how he felt now. (And that Aiba would know what he meant anyway.)
"I'm going to head back now, okay?" Aiba chipred with a cheerful wave. "Take your time if you need it~!"
"Oh, my god," Jun said, horrified as Aiba was halfway out the door already. "You get back here and wash your hands right this minute. I mean it! With soap!"
"Right, right, sorry, sorry!" Aiba said with a sheepish laugh at Jun's glare and ducked the kind of serious swat at his head, scurrying back over to the sink while Jun made sure he did it properly.
Arashi, Aiba/Jun, around a light-ish R, I'd say.
drabble/ficlet #29-30:
Rehearsals always ran late, especially when they had trouble getting the choreography down for the first time and every hour that crawled by only made them more frustrated and bad-tempered. Jun's temper was always the worst of the group in situations like these, especially when he had trouble with the steps and even knowing that he was most annoyed at himself didn't help much as the others tried to have patience with him.
They were halfway through the current dance routine for Your Song when Sho moved left instead of right, running into Ohno enough to make them both stumble and stopping the others around them. Even the staff-san looked tense and frazzled.
"This shouldn't be that difficult, right?" Jun said tightly, deliberately not looking at any of the others, but his meaning perfectly clear. They all shot warning looks at him, Aiba's a little more thoughtful than the rest. "We shouldn't be--"
"Eh," Nino interrupted, loudly and petulantly as he flopped down on one of the benches that lined the walls and wrapped a towel around his neck. "I'm taking a ten minute break, I'm tired of this."
Ohno drifted over towards him, settling onto the bench next to Nino's sprawled form and upended one of the water bottles set out for them, nearly a third of it gone in one pass. Sho plunked down on a bench on the opposite side of the room, a dark look on his face, whether at himself or everyone else, it wasn't clear. Jun stalked from the room with a muttered excuse about a restroom break while Aiba stood in the center of the room for a bit, looking at each of them in turn for a long moment.
Nino caught his eye last and made a vague jerking hand motion at him with an annoyed look that made the corner of Aiba's mouth twitch up. With a brief nod, he wandered off in the general direction Jun had gone.
*
When Aiba finally caught up with him in the restroom, Jun was lounging against the far wall, head tipped back against the tiles, and nearly halfway through a cigarette. He didn't open his eyes or protest when Aiba took the cigarette from his loose fingers for a long drag on it himself.
"You probably shouldn't while we're in the middle of--" Jun started before Aiba elbowed him in the side.
"Don't worry about it, I'm taking care, okay?" He handed the cigarette back to Jun, who took one last drag before crushing it out and tossing it.
"You didn't have to follow me," Jun muttered, trying to sound annoyed but not quite making it, reaching something dangerously close to childish instead. "I'm not going to explode or anything."
He pushed off from the wall but Aiba's arm was suddenly around his waist and Aiba's heavy weight against his side pinned him backwards again. It would have been easy to push Aiba way, he wasn't really trying to hold onto Jun, but he let himself be held back anyway.
"That's not really why I came in here," Aiba said softly against his ear. His hand slid towards the front of Jun's jeans, light and easy. "You've been really tense for the last couple of hours, Jun-chan, and so I thought it would be a good idea to--"
Jun shoved his hand away and tried to give Aiba a withering look, but Aiba's hand slipped back towards his belt buckle and his lips were already trailing a line down Jun's jawline. "Not here," Jun hissed. "Any any moment, someone could--"
"Relax, Jun-chan," Aiba soothed with a grin against his throat. "The studio is almost deserted this late at night and besides, it won't take very long."
Jun rolled his eyes, attempting one last time to shove Aiba's hand away, but it was half-hearted at best, he obviously wasn't really trying. "Don't be gross. Besides--"
Aiba's lips were pressed against his as Jun turned to scold him properly and he thought very strongly about protesting. But Aiba wasn't demanding, wasn't trying too hard, was just carefully asking permission first, and there was never really much question about it. He relaxed into the kiss, letting his mouth fall open a little, just a bit to encourage, and Aiba's hand was deft when undoing the front of his jeans enough to slip inside and grasp him firmly. Jun was quietly glad of Aiba's weight against him, holding him up against the wall when he wasn't entirely certain he could have managed it on his own with the way Aiba's grip squeezed tighter for a moment, then loosened as he stroked back down again.
And, all right, maybe he'd been wound a little tighter than he'd thought, because he felt ready to explode already, and tried to hold back, tried not to push quite so insistently into Aiba's warm hand. Or lean futher into the kiss, but Aiba kept pulling him further forward with each sweep of his hand along Jun's length, faster and faster, a little harder each time, and it wasn't long at all before he was finishing with a low moan of release.
He sagged against Aiba in a loose-limbed slump just for a moment and then righted himself, but Aiba said nothing while Jun just straighted his hair and Aiba finished redoing up the buttons on his jeans. He was a little grateful for the quiet and that Aiba didn't ask how he felt now. (And that Aiba would know what he meant anyway.)
"I'm going to head back now, okay?" Aiba chipred with a cheerful wave. "Take your time if you need it~!"
"Oh, my god," Jun said, horrified as Aiba was halfway out the door already. "You get back here and wash your hands right this minute. I mean it! With soap!"
"Right, right, sorry, sorry!" Aiba said with a sheepish laugh at Jun's glare and ducked the kind of serious swat at his head, scurrying back over to the sink while Jun made sure he did it properly.