Multi-part: Breathe (15)
Title: Breathe (15)
Pairings: Matsumoto Jun, Sakurai Sho; Matsumoto Jun, Ikuta Toma
Rating: back to the standard R-rating
Genre: AU, angst
A/N: Lyrics from "Itsumademo" as sung by Arashi.
The trio made their way outside slowly.
As expected, Toma was moving carefully, favoring his right side considerably, with Jun just steps away; attentive but giving the younger man enough room to not feel crowded.
Forgoing his usual banter, Shun walked behind the pair, occasionally throwing a wary glance over his shoulder, as if expecting Sho to run out of the building after them.
Though the parking area wasn't far from the back entrance, Toma was winded by the time they stopped beside his car.
"Toma," Jun said softly, winding his arm gently around the younger mans waist, "lean on me." Toma ducked his head sheepishly, but did as he was told, sighing gratefully as some of the pressure was eased off of his aching body. The pain that had been contained in his arm had now spread through his shoulder and down into his back; any movement, subtle or not, was not going unnoticed. He bit his lip to stifle a groan when Jun shuffled him back from the curb a couple steps. "Sorry," Jun said quickly. "Where's your keys?"
"Front pocket; right side," he replied. He flinched instinctively when Jun's hand grazed his hip and hissed as the right side of his body flared in pain. That wasn't normal; he must've tweaked his back in the one-sided brawl. Great, just fucking great.
"Toma, common," Jun's voice, though pitched softly, held an edge to it. An edge he couldn't decipher, but it made him feel uneasy. Toma followed Jun's lead as he eased him down into the passengers seat.
Shun ambled up just as Jun was closing the passenger's door.
"Boss man wants us to meet up at the office," he said casually, taking in Jun's stoney expression.
"No," Jun said flatly. Shun raised an eyebrow but remained silent; he'd never really experienced a pissed off Jun before. It was slightly unnerving. "I'm gonna take Toma home to rest. Anything else can wait."
Shun shrugged, but didn't protest. "I'll let them know then," he said nodding at the younger man. Jun nodded once before turning quickly and striding back to Toma's car. "Let me know if you need anything," Shun called out as Jun was climbing into the driver's seat; Jun waved to let him know he'd heard him.
Shun watched as Jun pulled out of the parking lot easily. He turned back to the studio with a shake of his head. "Fucking dramas out the ass," he mumbled darkly as me sauntered back towards the building.
The back door burst open just as a reached it, Sho muttering darkly to himself as he pushed by the startled model. Shun watched as the wreck of a man shuffled quickly off the premises, disappearing from Shun's sight when he hit the corner.
"Fucking douche," Shun muttered under his breath. Yanking the door open with more force than necessary, he headed back into the studio.
Gomen boku mou saki wo isogu (Oh) futari tomo matsu machi no kioku (Oh). Afurederu sama nami no gotoku (sou) yama wo irodoru aki no gotoku...(machi no kioku)...ima mo hikatte ima da hikatte shimatte...
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Jun was silent and broody the entire car ride.
At one point, he hit a particularly nasty pothole causing Toma to groan softly and tense up in his seat. Jun made a soft apology and was extra careful about the road, but didn't comment further. And despite aching from head to toe, the silence was making Toma anxious.
In the short time he'd known Jun, he'd never seen Jun pissed. Irritated, sure. Mad, almost. But, this, borderline murderous rage that was burning just below the cool exterior; this was new. And to be honest, he had no idea what to make of it.
They arrived at his apartment complex, and wordlessly, Jun helped him out of the car. He tried to take a couple of unaided steps himself but froze as a wave of agony blazed from his lower back, up his shoulder, and down his arm. "Fuck…" he gasped when he could breathe again.
"Toma?" Jun's concerned face was beside him, his hands reaching out but hesitant to touch.
Toma swallowed down a wave of nausea as he tried to take another step. He froze a second time, his face contorting in pain.
"Stupid," Jun growled under his breath as he gently slipped Toma's arm around his neck, taking the weight off of his injured side. Toma wheezed his thanks as he turned his attention back to making it up to his apartment without passing out.
Kimi to ikita mainichi tada kimi dake wo aishita hi...tabun boku no subete ga kimi no soba ni atta. Atari mae no mainichi nido to aenu kono hi wo...donna toki mo wasurenai youni kouyatte toki wo tometai. Kimi to ikita mainichi tada kimi dake wo aishita hi...
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Jun could tell by the intense frown and grimace on Toma's face that the younger man was in a lot of pain.
He shuffled the younger man to the edge of his bed and helped him to sit. Jun stopped Toma as he tried to lay down. "Take off your shirt before you lie down," he said gently, already unbuttoning the cuffs of Toma's button down.
Toma looked down, contemplated the task, scoffed lightly, and winced. "Can't," he mumbled bitterly, "hurts too much."
But, Jun was already working on the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, popping them off carefully one by one. Toma ducked his face, ashamed at the confession and for appearing so weak in front of Jun.
Jun undid the final button slowly, his finger's lingering on the soft material; Toma shivered slightly when the older man's fingers grazed the now exposed skin of his throat. Jun worked his hands gently under the fabric, easily removing the long-sleeved garment without jostling the younger man too much.
Finally, risking a look, Toma raised his eyes to find Jun gazing at him sadly. He frowned, not understanding the self-depricating look in Jun's eyes. "Jun..?"
"Lie back," Jun said after a long silence. Toma frowned, at the dismissal, but made to lie down and promptly froze, pain flaring up his right side again. He hissed through clenched teeth, groaning when Jun, as gently as possible, pushed him down onto his side.
Toma choked down another wave of nausea as his stomach rolled dangerously. "Fuck me…" he groaned wearily as the agony died down to a dull, persistent ache. Slowly, tentatively, he stretched out his limbs one at a time until he was partially sprawled out across his bed.
Jun came back into focus as he finally heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm gonna stuff these," Jun said, waving a couple of pillows in the air, "under your knees, to take the pressure off your back." Toma could only grunt in acknowledgement as his body began to shut down on him, the stress of the day catching up to him quickly.
He might have whimpered once, or twice, as Jun did his best to make the younger man comfortable. But, he'd blame that on the exhaustion, and adamantly deny it if asked later.
There was absolutely no mistaking, however, the feel of Jun's lips against his forehead as the older man hovered over him, a soft "I'm sorry" reaching Toma's ears as he drifted into unconsciousness.
Sore wa ima nao boku osou (Oh) ano uta mata kioku hodoku (Oh)...afurederu samanami no gotoku (sou) yama wo irodoru aki no gotoku. Atari mae no mainichi nido to aenu kono hi wo...(machi no kioku)...Migatte ni natte mune ni shimatte mitatte...ima mo hikatte ima da hikatte shimatte...
A/N: So, being as I have never been in a fight before, I'm not exactly sure the kind of damage it can do to your body. But, tweaking your back in just the right way is fucking horrible, and I speak from experience. So, yeah. :3
Pairings: Matsumoto Jun, Sakurai Sho; Matsumoto Jun, Ikuta Toma
Rating: back to the standard R-rating
Genre: AU, angst
A/N: Lyrics from "Itsumademo" as sung by Arashi.
The trio made their way outside slowly.
As expected, Toma was moving carefully, favoring his right side considerably, with Jun just steps away; attentive but giving the younger man enough room to not feel crowded.
Forgoing his usual banter, Shun walked behind the pair, occasionally throwing a wary glance over his shoulder, as if expecting Sho to run out of the building after them.
Though the parking area wasn't far from the back entrance, Toma was winded by the time they stopped beside his car.
"Toma," Jun said softly, winding his arm gently around the younger mans waist, "lean on me." Toma ducked his head sheepishly, but did as he was told, sighing gratefully as some of the pressure was eased off of his aching body. The pain that had been contained in his arm had now spread through his shoulder and down into his back; any movement, subtle or not, was not going unnoticed. He bit his lip to stifle a groan when Jun shuffled him back from the curb a couple steps. "Sorry," Jun said quickly. "Where's your keys?"
"Front pocket; right side," he replied. He flinched instinctively when Jun's hand grazed his hip and hissed as the right side of his body flared in pain. That wasn't normal; he must've tweaked his back in the one-sided brawl. Great, just fucking great.
"Toma, common," Jun's voice, though pitched softly, held an edge to it. An edge he couldn't decipher, but it made him feel uneasy. Toma followed Jun's lead as he eased him down into the passengers seat.
Shun ambled up just as Jun was closing the passenger's door.
"Boss man wants us to meet up at the office," he said casually, taking in Jun's stoney expression.
"No," Jun said flatly. Shun raised an eyebrow but remained silent; he'd never really experienced a pissed off Jun before. It was slightly unnerving. "I'm gonna take Toma home to rest. Anything else can wait."
Shun shrugged, but didn't protest. "I'll let them know then," he said nodding at the younger man. Jun nodded once before turning quickly and striding back to Toma's car. "Let me know if you need anything," Shun called out as Jun was climbing into the driver's seat; Jun waved to let him know he'd heard him.
Shun watched as Jun pulled out of the parking lot easily. He turned back to the studio with a shake of his head. "Fucking dramas out the ass," he mumbled darkly as me sauntered back towards the building.
The back door burst open just as a reached it, Sho muttering darkly to himself as he pushed by the startled model. Shun watched as the wreck of a man shuffled quickly off the premises, disappearing from Shun's sight when he hit the corner.
"Fucking douche," Shun muttered under his breath. Yanking the door open with more force than necessary, he headed back into the studio.
Gomen boku mou saki wo isogu (Oh) futari tomo matsu machi no kioku (Oh). Afurederu sama nami no gotoku (sou) yama wo irodoru aki no gotoku...(machi no kioku)...ima mo hikatte ima da hikatte shimatte...
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Jun was silent and broody the entire car ride.
At one point, he hit a particularly nasty pothole causing Toma to groan softly and tense up in his seat. Jun made a soft apology and was extra careful about the road, but didn't comment further. And despite aching from head to toe, the silence was making Toma anxious.
In the short time he'd known Jun, he'd never seen Jun pissed. Irritated, sure. Mad, almost. But, this, borderline murderous rage that was burning just below the cool exterior; this was new. And to be honest, he had no idea what to make of it.
They arrived at his apartment complex, and wordlessly, Jun helped him out of the car. He tried to take a couple of unaided steps himself but froze as a wave of agony blazed from his lower back, up his shoulder, and down his arm. "Fuck…" he gasped when he could breathe again.
"Toma?" Jun's concerned face was beside him, his hands reaching out but hesitant to touch.
Toma swallowed down a wave of nausea as he tried to take another step. He froze a second time, his face contorting in pain.
"Stupid," Jun growled under his breath as he gently slipped Toma's arm around his neck, taking the weight off of his injured side. Toma wheezed his thanks as he turned his attention back to making it up to his apartment without passing out.
Kimi to ikita mainichi tada kimi dake wo aishita hi...tabun boku no subete ga kimi no soba ni atta. Atari mae no mainichi nido to aenu kono hi wo...donna toki mo wasurenai youni kouyatte toki wo tometai. Kimi to ikita mainichi tada kimi dake wo aishita hi...
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Jun could tell by the intense frown and grimace on Toma's face that the younger man was in a lot of pain.
He shuffled the younger man to the edge of his bed and helped him to sit. Jun stopped Toma as he tried to lay down. "Take off your shirt before you lie down," he said gently, already unbuttoning the cuffs of Toma's button down.
Toma looked down, contemplated the task, scoffed lightly, and winced. "Can't," he mumbled bitterly, "hurts too much."
But, Jun was already working on the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, popping them off carefully one by one. Toma ducked his face, ashamed at the confession and for appearing so weak in front of Jun.
Jun undid the final button slowly, his finger's lingering on the soft material; Toma shivered slightly when the older man's fingers grazed the now exposed skin of his throat. Jun worked his hands gently under the fabric, easily removing the long-sleeved garment without jostling the younger man too much.
Finally, risking a look, Toma raised his eyes to find Jun gazing at him sadly. He frowned, not understanding the self-depricating look in Jun's eyes. "Jun..?"
"Lie back," Jun said after a long silence. Toma frowned, at the dismissal, but made to lie down and promptly froze, pain flaring up his right side again. He hissed through clenched teeth, groaning when Jun, as gently as possible, pushed him down onto his side.
Toma choked down another wave of nausea as his stomach rolled dangerously. "Fuck me…" he groaned wearily as the agony died down to a dull, persistent ache. Slowly, tentatively, he stretched out his limbs one at a time until he was partially sprawled out across his bed.
Jun came back into focus as he finally heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm gonna stuff these," Jun said, waving a couple of pillows in the air, "under your knees, to take the pressure off your back." Toma could only grunt in acknowledgement as his body began to shut down on him, the stress of the day catching up to him quickly.
He might have whimpered once, or twice, as Jun did his best to make the younger man comfortable. But, he'd blame that on the exhaustion, and adamantly deny it if asked later.
There was absolutely no mistaking, however, the feel of Jun's lips against his forehead as the older man hovered over him, a soft "I'm sorry" reaching Toma's ears as he drifted into unconsciousness.
Sore wa ima nao boku osou (Oh) ano uta mata kioku hodoku (Oh)...afurederu samanami no gotoku (sou) yama wo irodoru aki no gotoku. Atari mae no mainichi nido to aenu kono hi wo...(machi no kioku)...Migatte ni natte mune ni shimatte mitatte...ima mo hikatte ima da hikatte shimatte...
A/N: So, being as I have never been in a fight before, I'm not exactly sure the kind of damage it can do to your body. But, tweaking your back in just the right way is fucking horrible, and I speak from experience. So, yeah. :3