Ficlet series: Baby Come Back
Title: Baby Come Back
Pairing: Ikuta Toma / Matsumoto Jun / Sakurai Sho
Rating: R
A/N: Inspired by Jun's recent trip to New York.
Preparing to take a large bite of his very greasy, very cheesy, authentic slice of New York style pizza, Jun's phone chimed an incoming message. Taking the bite, he rummaged in his coat pocket for the device, and flipped it open, hanging onto it gingerly with his gloved hands.
"Oh, Sho-chan," he mumbled to himself, mouth still full of pizza, as the file downloaded. He swallowed and promptly choked when the picture attachment opened: Sho in fishnet stockings and nothing else. His long legs were stretched out on Jun's bed, head thrown back, and a single disembodied, gloved hand was caressing the bared skin of Sho's thigh.
He hacked and pounded on his chest, forcing the pizza down with a gulp of soda, his friend looking on in concern.
"You, ok?"
Jun snapped his phone closed, praying the heat he felt in his cheeks could be attributed to the cold weather. "Y-Yeah, just, my f-friends…trying to be funny…"
Damn, them…
He had a whole day of sight-seeing planned out with no chance to run-off somewhere for a quick round of phone sex. He sighed, but perked up as an idea formed in his head.
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For every place he stopped to eat, Jun sent pictures of the American delicacies he was able to sample, Sho giving in by the end of the first day.
Toma was harder to break, lasting till the end of the second day, in which his messages went from pictures of highly suggestive close-ups of body parts to pleading puppy dog eyes that made Jun laugh with glee.
Nothing felt better than beating them at their own game.
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A/N: Since Sho will be covering the Vancouver Olympics...and I've discovered a fun new OT3...tada~ LOL.
Sho flinched as the phone in his pocket buzzed. Again. His manager sending him a reprimanding look, making him feel 15, instead of 27. Again.
He apologized silently, holding up his hand for "Just 5 minutes! I'll make it quick!" as he hurried out of the holding room, dashed down the hall, and sequestered himself in, what appeared to be, an old storage closet.
He smashed his finger to the "Send" button, tapping his foot as he waited for the phone to pick up.
"Sho-chan…" the slightly nasally voice on the other end of the line purred after two rings.
"Please. Please. PLEASE. Please, you guys need to stop calling me right now," he hissed into his phone. "And stop sending pictures!"
Sho could hear the pout in the other man's voice. "But, we miss you Sho-chan…" Jun whined, turning up the neediness.
"And look, we got you to call us back!" Toma added, his voice not as crisp as Jun's. Probably talking over Jun's shoulder, Sho sighed, envisioning his two younger lovers easily sharing Jun's phone.
"NewsZero isn't as lenient about these things, ok? Don't make me turn off my phone, please?" He was begging, he knew, but it was so much easier than having to deal with an upset Jun later.
The line crackled as the phone was passed from Jun to Toma. "When will you be done for the day?" Toma, always trying to be the peacemaker, bless his heart.
Sho squinted at his watch in the dimly lit space. "Not till tonight, at least," he said with a weary sigh.
There was silence as the younger man pondered this. "Call us when you're done, then," Toma said finally. Sho could hear Jun start to protest, but Toma started to talk again. "I'd turn your phone on silent though, 'cuz the pictures aren't going to stop."
The line went dead leaving Sho glaring at his phone.
Four more hours of his insatiable lovers sending him x-rated picture emails while he had to sit through conference meetings. Just, fucking great. It was going to be a long afternoon.
Pairing: Ikuta Toma / Matsumoto Jun / Sakurai Sho
Rating: R
A/N: Inspired by Jun's recent trip to New York.
Preparing to take a large bite of his very greasy, very cheesy, authentic slice of New York style pizza, Jun's phone chimed an incoming message. Taking the bite, he rummaged in his coat pocket for the device, and flipped it open, hanging onto it gingerly with his gloved hands.
"Oh, Sho-chan," he mumbled to himself, mouth still full of pizza, as the file downloaded. He swallowed and promptly choked when the picture attachment opened: Sho in fishnet stockings and nothing else. His long legs were stretched out on Jun's bed, head thrown back, and a single disembodied, gloved hand was caressing the bared skin of Sho's thigh.
He hacked and pounded on his chest, forcing the pizza down with a gulp of soda, his friend looking on in concern.
"You, ok?"
Jun snapped his phone closed, praying the heat he felt in his cheeks could be attributed to the cold weather. "Y-Yeah, just, my f-friends…trying to be funny…"
Damn, them…
He had a whole day of sight-seeing planned out with no chance to run-off somewhere for a quick round of phone sex. He sighed, but perked up as an idea formed in his head.
__
For every place he stopped to eat, Jun sent pictures of the American delicacies he was able to sample, Sho giving in by the end of the first day.
Toma was harder to break, lasting till the end of the second day, in which his messages went from pictures of highly suggestive close-ups of body parts to pleading puppy dog eyes that made Jun laugh with glee.
Nothing felt better than beating them at their own game.
***************
A/N: Since Sho will be covering the Vancouver Olympics...and I've discovered a fun new OT3...tada~ LOL.
Sho flinched as the phone in his pocket buzzed. Again. His manager sending him a reprimanding look, making him feel 15, instead of 27. Again.
He apologized silently, holding up his hand for "Just 5 minutes! I'll make it quick!" as he hurried out of the holding room, dashed down the hall, and sequestered himself in, what appeared to be, an old storage closet.
He smashed his finger to the "Send" button, tapping his foot as he waited for the phone to pick up.
"Sho-chan…" the slightly nasally voice on the other end of the line purred after two rings.
"Please. Please. PLEASE. Please, you guys need to stop calling me right now," he hissed into his phone. "And stop sending pictures!"
Sho could hear the pout in the other man's voice. "But, we miss you Sho-chan…" Jun whined, turning up the neediness.
"And look, we got you to call us back!" Toma added, his voice not as crisp as Jun's. Probably talking over Jun's shoulder, Sho sighed, envisioning his two younger lovers easily sharing Jun's phone.
"NewsZero isn't as lenient about these things, ok? Don't make me turn off my phone, please?" He was begging, he knew, but it was so much easier than having to deal with an upset Jun later.
The line crackled as the phone was passed from Jun to Toma. "When will you be done for the day?" Toma, always trying to be the peacemaker, bless his heart.
Sho squinted at his watch in the dimly lit space. "Not till tonight, at least," he said with a weary sigh.
There was silence as the younger man pondered this. "Call us when you're done, then," Toma said finally. Sho could hear Jun start to protest, but Toma started to talk again. "I'd turn your phone on silent though, 'cuz the pictures aren't going to stop."
The line went dead leaving Sho glaring at his phone.
Four more hours of his insatiable lovers sending him x-rated picture emails while he had to sit through conference meetings. Just, fucking great. It was going to be a long afternoon.