Multi-part: It's Gettin' Hot in Huur
Title: It's Gettin' Hot in Huur
Pairings: Oguri Shun, Ikuta Toma/Matsumoto Jun
Rating: B - bromance
Genre: crack-ish...
His body swayed in time to the beat, his sense of time lost in the flashes of colored light dancing in hypnotic patterns across the walls of the small club. Shun was late, but if the DJ continued playing a respectable lineup, coupled with the three beers he’d had for dinner, he could possibly forgive the older mans tardiness.
A hand clamping down on his shoulder and half turning him jarred him from his meandering thoughts, the strobe light that had suddenly turned on disorienting him completely.
“Gettin’ the party started without us, douchebag?” It was said with a booming laugh, as Shun teetered to the side.
Toma pushed the taller man off as he resumed his dancing. “S’not me who’s late, ‘tard,” me groused. He cocked his head to the speaker, trying to pick up the familiar undertone of the song that was playing. But, his eyes wandered back to Shun when he noticed Shun’s friend lingering behind the taller man. Toma knew they’d met at least once before, the other mans name dancing at the edge of his memory. He slapped Shun in the head even as he pushed the older man to the side. “You seriously have the worst fucking manners in the world, you realize?”
Shun guffawed, his long limbs pushing the smaller man out of the way as he pressed towards the bar. “Loooove you toooo, honey~!”
“It’s Jun, right?” Toma yelled over the music, getting a smirk and a nod in reply. He grinned when the other man openly gave him the once over, biting his bottom lip to hold in a moan when Jun’s eyes returned to his own. He stepped forward without preamble, hands slipping to the other mans waist as the pair began to sway in time to the music. “What’re you doing with that idiot?” Toma said with a breathless laugh as Jun twined his arms around Toma’s neck.
“Babysitting,” Jun deadpanned, forcing a bark of laughter from the other man.
Toma pulled the taller man closer as he regained his breath, his eyes reflecting his merriment. “You must be tired,” he murmured against the curve of Jun’s ear, smiling when he felt the other man shiver. Jun didn’t respond, instead, slipping his hands into the back pockets of Toma’s ripped jeans and pulling them flush together. The younger man stifled a groan against the curve of Jun’s neck and he smiled at his small victory when Jun shuddered a second time.
The music became a distant drone, a hum dimly heard over the roaring of his heartbeat in his ears (or was that the bass line?), but it was neither here nor there for Toma.
All he felt was Jun’s body pressed close to his, moving in time with his; and all he smelt was the light, but heady musk of Jun’s cologne mixed with a smell that was uniquely Jun’s; and all he could taste was the salt from Jun’s skin as his lips ghosted down the long neck that stretched for miles before him. He nearly lost himself when a soft whimper escaped Jun as he pulled away from his exploration, resting his forehead against Jun’s. Toma growled when Jun’s hands clamped firmly onto his ass, their crotches grinding together suddenly,.
Toma attacked that smirk for all he was worth, devouring Jun’s surprised intake of breath even as he was forcing his tongue into the mans mouth Though he’d been caught off guard, Jun responded with the same enthusiasm, nipping and sucking the younger mans lips until they were thoroughly bruised.
They pulled away from one another, gasping for air, Toma continuing to mouth his way down the sinew of Jun’s neck when a much larger body came crashing into the two.
Shun giggled as two pairs of arms wrapped around him, steadying him from his graceless landing. “It’s getting’ hot in huuuur~ so take off all your cloooothes~” he warbled, completely at odds with the Euro-techno that was currently playing. “I am. Gettin’ so hoooot~” Shun continued as he started humping the air in front of Jun, much to Jun’s amusement, nodding in time to Shun’s singing.
“OI!!” Toma yelped as the taller man’s beer sloshed about in its glass, cresting the rim, and splashing him across the front of his shirt. He seethed as his drunken friend guffawed, Jun neatly plucking the glass from the older mans hand before the rest of its contents could be spilled. Jun smothered a laugh behind long fingers at the murderous look on Toma’s face that was more along the lines of a kitten with its hair raised.
“Maybe we should get you home…” Jun sing-songed to Shun, a firm grip on the mans wrist as he tugged him along towards the exit. Toma brought up the rear of the trio, glaring as Shun continued to mock him.
At the curb, a line of taxis waited to be filled, and Jun was already herding the drunken man into the nearest car as Toma caught up with them.
Suddenly shy, without the darkness of the club to hide behind, Jun cast an unsure look at the sidewalk, barely raising his head to look at Toma through long eyelashes. “Come to my place?”
“…yeah?” Toma asked hesitantly, thinking he’d been hearing things. But, when Jun nodded once, a silly grin broke out over his face.
Jun returned the smile with one of his own, and squawked indignantly a moment later when Shun yanked him unceremoniously back into the cab. It was Toma’s turn to smother a laugh at Jun’s expense from where he was sprawled out across Shun’s lap, the older mans long arms wrapped around his middle.
“YES IT IS HOT IN HERE BUT YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY NOT TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!!” Jun screeched. Toma fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, guffawing loudly. “OR MINE! SHUN!!” Fat tears rolled down his face as he crawled to the taxi door, unable to control his laughter.
It was definitely a good night.
A/N: They are my OT3. I cant get enough of them. <3
Pairings: Oguri Shun, Ikuta Toma/Matsumoto Jun
Rating: B - bromance
Genre: crack-ish...
His body swayed in time to the beat, his sense of time lost in the flashes of colored light dancing in hypnotic patterns across the walls of the small club. Shun was late, but if the DJ continued playing a respectable lineup, coupled with the three beers he’d had for dinner, he could possibly forgive the older mans tardiness.
A hand clamping down on his shoulder and half turning him jarred him from his meandering thoughts, the strobe light that had suddenly turned on disorienting him completely.
“Gettin’ the party started without us, douchebag?” It was said with a booming laugh, as Shun teetered to the side.
Toma pushed the taller man off as he resumed his dancing. “S’not me who’s late, ‘tard,” me groused. He cocked his head to the speaker, trying to pick up the familiar undertone of the song that was playing. But, his eyes wandered back to Shun when he noticed Shun’s friend lingering behind the taller man. Toma knew they’d met at least once before, the other mans name dancing at the edge of his memory. He slapped Shun in the head even as he pushed the older man to the side. “You seriously have the worst fucking manners in the world, you realize?”
Shun guffawed, his long limbs pushing the smaller man out of the way as he pressed towards the bar. “Loooove you toooo, honey~!”
“It’s Jun, right?” Toma yelled over the music, getting a smirk and a nod in reply. He grinned when the other man openly gave him the once over, biting his bottom lip to hold in a moan when Jun’s eyes returned to his own. He stepped forward without preamble, hands slipping to the other mans waist as the pair began to sway in time to the music. “What’re you doing with that idiot?” Toma said with a breathless laugh as Jun twined his arms around Toma’s neck.
“Babysitting,” Jun deadpanned, forcing a bark of laughter from the other man.
Toma pulled the taller man closer as he regained his breath, his eyes reflecting his merriment. “You must be tired,” he murmured against the curve of Jun’s ear, smiling when he felt the other man shiver. Jun didn’t respond, instead, slipping his hands into the back pockets of Toma’s ripped jeans and pulling them flush together. The younger man stifled a groan against the curve of Jun’s neck and he smiled at his small victory when Jun shuddered a second time.
The music became a distant drone, a hum dimly heard over the roaring of his heartbeat in his ears (or was that the bass line?), but it was neither here nor there for Toma.
All he felt was Jun’s body pressed close to his, moving in time with his; and all he smelt was the light, but heady musk of Jun’s cologne mixed with a smell that was uniquely Jun’s; and all he could taste was the salt from Jun’s skin as his lips ghosted down the long neck that stretched for miles before him. He nearly lost himself when a soft whimper escaped Jun as he pulled away from his exploration, resting his forehead against Jun’s. Toma growled when Jun’s hands clamped firmly onto his ass, their crotches grinding together suddenly,.
Toma attacked that smirk for all he was worth, devouring Jun’s surprised intake of breath even as he was forcing his tongue into the mans mouth Though he’d been caught off guard, Jun responded with the same enthusiasm, nipping and sucking the younger mans lips until they were thoroughly bruised.
They pulled away from one another, gasping for air, Toma continuing to mouth his way down the sinew of Jun’s neck when a much larger body came crashing into the two.
Shun giggled as two pairs of arms wrapped around him, steadying him from his graceless landing. “It’s getting’ hot in huuuur~ so take off all your cloooothes~” he warbled, completely at odds with the Euro-techno that was currently playing. “I am. Gettin’ so hoooot~” Shun continued as he started humping the air in front of Jun, much to Jun’s amusement, nodding in time to Shun’s singing.
“OI!!” Toma yelped as the taller man’s beer sloshed about in its glass, cresting the rim, and splashing him across the front of his shirt. He seethed as his drunken friend guffawed, Jun neatly plucking the glass from the older mans hand before the rest of its contents could be spilled. Jun smothered a laugh behind long fingers at the murderous look on Toma’s face that was more along the lines of a kitten with its hair raised.
“Maybe we should get you home…” Jun sing-songed to Shun, a firm grip on the mans wrist as he tugged him along towards the exit. Toma brought up the rear of the trio, glaring as Shun continued to mock him.
At the curb, a line of taxis waited to be filled, and Jun was already herding the drunken man into the nearest car as Toma caught up with them.
Suddenly shy, without the darkness of the club to hide behind, Jun cast an unsure look at the sidewalk, barely raising his head to look at Toma through long eyelashes. “Come to my place?”
“…yeah?” Toma asked hesitantly, thinking he’d been hearing things. But, when Jun nodded once, a silly grin broke out over his face.
Jun returned the smile with one of his own, and squawked indignantly a moment later when Shun yanked him unceremoniously back into the cab. It was Toma’s turn to smother a laugh at Jun’s expense from where he was sprawled out across Shun’s lap, the older mans long arms wrapped around his middle.
“YES IT IS HOT IN HERE BUT YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY NOT TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!!” Jun screeched. Toma fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, guffawing loudly. “OR MINE! SHUN!!” Fat tears rolled down his face as he crawled to the taxi door, unable to control his laughter.
It was definitely a good night.
A/N: They are my OT3. I cant get enough of them. <3