(96) Mini-fic: An Arashi kiss!
a kiss, and all was said.
AN ARASHI FICTION QUEST.
Pairing: Aiba/Jun
Warnings: BEWARE OF SHOVELS.
It all starts when Jun throws a shovel at Aiba's head during a location shoot. It's actually a tiny, miniscule plastic shovel but the thought totally counts.
"I'm not coming back until you stop being an idiot!" Jun yells and angrily stomps off, bits of dirt falling from his hair with each stomp-stomp-stomp.
From behind him he can hear Sho starting to splutter something along the lines of what was that just now that totally came out of nowhere Aiba what did you DO. Jun's face feels blazing red, and Aiba put dirt in his fucking hair, and even though he wants to hear Aiba's excuses he's stomped-stomped-stomped too far away from the scene of the crime to be able to hear anything.
The rest of the day, Aiba hunts him. Jun wishes he could say he was kidding himself, but in the process of ducking around corners he's noticed how Aiba's humming the danger insert tune from when animals are biting and trying to kill him on Shimura Doubutsuen. This is ridiculous, Jun thinks frantically, I'm the one mad at him!
Jun gets a bit of reprieve when Aiba actually has to do his job. He slams the door and stumbles into the dressing room with a relieved sigh, and then stops when Nino's panda eyes blink sleepily at him from the couch. Nino isn't nearly as cute as any panda Jun's seen, but the fact remains that Nino doesn't ever sleep anymore. The bags under his eyes are kind of impressive. Nino yawns, clearing his throat and sitting up.
"Your hair looks kind of dirty," he says flatly.
Jun crosses to the mirrors to see the damage. "That's because Aiba-chan threw dirt into it. This doesn't have anything to do with you, does it?"
Nino rolls his eyes, then yawns again. "I don't have anything to do with Aiba-kun's strange mating rituals, thanks."
"Mating rituals--"
"Matsujuuuuuun!"
"Oh god," Jun exclaims. There's only one other door out of the dressing room, and if he can get to it at the same time that Aiba enters he might be able to get away. It's not that he's even that mad anymore; it's more like that he doesn't know what he'd do if he sees Aiba right now. Aiba is the only person that could make Jun throw a shovel at someone's head.
"Mat-chan, I just want to apologize, really--"
"Can't freaking sleep anywhere with you people," Nino bitches from the couch.
"Jun-chan!"
Jun hightails it out of the room, but Aiba really is truly, honestly fast. He snags an arm around Jun's waist and bustles them into a dark side room. His touch feels like fire on Jun's skin where Jun's t-shirt has slipped out of the ugly jumpsuit, and Jun shoves him away. They stand apart, breathing harshly into the dark.
"We're almost thirty," Jun snaps. "What were you thinking just now?"
"That's totally subjective," Aiba answers.
"No, it's not!"
A silence falls until Aiba muses, "I mean, we do dance with giant vegetables and stuff. Considering that, I don't think bringing age into anything is a good argument."
Jun sighs, feeling his fists clench at his sides. "Why did you put dirt in my hair?"
Aiba purses his lips, long eyelashes shadowing his eyes in the dark. He's probably perusing Masaki dot com. if he says something like 'I felt like it,' I'm going to find a real shovel, Jun thinks acidly.
"Well," Aiba says, then stops. Instead he moves forward into Jun's space until Jun is frowning, and then even more until Jun's back is against the wall and his eyes are wide. Aiba grins at him, then leans in.
His lips are soft but not shy, pulling slightly until Jun can't help but open for him. Aiba is always warm. But he's even warmer like this and so is his mouth, the faint taste of vanilla iced coffee spreading between them. Aiba gently bites Jun's lower lip and Jun's eyes shutter closed. Idiot.
They break apart with a puff of breath, foreheads pressed together. Aiba's hand is on Jun's hip, stroking lightly.
That's when Jun feels a spasm of horror. "Oh god," he groans. "Nino was right. Mating rituals, no escape--"
"Jun-chan," Aiba chides, and leans in again.
AN ARASHI FICTION QUEST.
Pairing: Aiba/Jun
Warnings: BEWARE OF SHOVELS.
It all starts when Jun throws a shovel at Aiba's head during a location shoot. It's actually a tiny, miniscule plastic shovel but the thought totally counts.
"I'm not coming back until you stop being an idiot!" Jun yells and angrily stomps off, bits of dirt falling from his hair with each stomp-stomp-stomp.
From behind him he can hear Sho starting to splutter something along the lines of what was that just now that totally came out of nowhere Aiba what did you DO. Jun's face feels blazing red, and Aiba put dirt in his fucking hair, and even though he wants to hear Aiba's excuses he's stomped-stomped-stomped too far away from the scene of the crime to be able to hear anything.
The rest of the day, Aiba hunts him. Jun wishes he could say he was kidding himself, but in the process of ducking around corners he's noticed how Aiba's humming the danger insert tune from when animals are biting and trying to kill him on Shimura Doubutsuen. This is ridiculous, Jun thinks frantically, I'm the one mad at him!
Jun gets a bit of reprieve when Aiba actually has to do his job. He slams the door and stumbles into the dressing room with a relieved sigh, and then stops when Nino's panda eyes blink sleepily at him from the couch. Nino isn't nearly as cute as any panda Jun's seen, but the fact remains that Nino doesn't ever sleep anymore. The bags under his eyes are kind of impressive. Nino yawns, clearing his throat and sitting up.
"Your hair looks kind of dirty," he says flatly.
Jun crosses to the mirrors to see the damage. "That's because Aiba-chan threw dirt into it. This doesn't have anything to do with you, does it?"
Nino rolls his eyes, then yawns again. "I don't have anything to do with Aiba-kun's strange mating rituals, thanks."
"Mating rituals--"
"Matsujuuuuuun!"
"Oh god," Jun exclaims. There's only one other door out of the dressing room, and if he can get to it at the same time that Aiba enters he might be able to get away. It's not that he's even that mad anymore; it's more like that he doesn't know what he'd do if he sees Aiba right now. Aiba is the only person that could make Jun throw a shovel at someone's head.
"Mat-chan, I just want to apologize, really--"
"Can't freaking sleep anywhere with you people," Nino bitches from the couch.
"Jun-chan!"
Jun hightails it out of the room, but Aiba really is truly, honestly fast. He snags an arm around Jun's waist and bustles them into a dark side room. His touch feels like fire on Jun's skin where Jun's t-shirt has slipped out of the ugly jumpsuit, and Jun shoves him away. They stand apart, breathing harshly into the dark.
"We're almost thirty," Jun snaps. "What were you thinking just now?"
"That's totally subjective," Aiba answers.
"No, it's not!"
A silence falls until Aiba muses, "I mean, we do dance with giant vegetables and stuff. Considering that, I don't think bringing age into anything is a good argument."
Jun sighs, feeling his fists clench at his sides. "Why did you put dirt in my hair?"
Aiba purses his lips, long eyelashes shadowing his eyes in the dark. He's probably perusing Masaki dot com. if he says something like 'I felt like it,' I'm going to find a real shovel, Jun thinks acidly.
"Well," Aiba says, then stops. Instead he moves forward into Jun's space until Jun is frowning, and then even more until Jun's back is against the wall and his eyes are wide. Aiba grins at him, then leans in.
His lips are soft but not shy, pulling slightly until Jun can't help but open for him. Aiba is always warm. But he's even warmer like this and so is his mouth, the faint taste of vanilla iced coffee spreading between them. Aiba gently bites Jun's lower lip and Jun's eyes shutter closed. Idiot.
They break apart with a puff of breath, foreheads pressed together. Aiba's hand is on Jun's hip, stroking lightly.
That's when Jun feels a spasm of horror. "Oh god," he groans. "Nino was right. Mating rituals, no escape--"
"Jun-chan," Aiba chides, and leans in again.