When Days Are Too Short. Part 5.
Title: Late Night in the Kitchen
Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: PG for mild dirty talk.
Word Count: 1718
Summary: An all and all fluff, of shared late night in the kitchen after that epic VS day.
Notes/Warnings: A bit rushed one-shot, part of that originally drabble series for their busy busy days, that's all the warning you need for the story. And on related matters, a long detailed notes++ on another post if you're interested.
And, it was almost 3 AM when he got home. The light in the living room was on and a hint of miso scent floated even at the dark entrance. He wondered and decided that it was just his imagination. Sleep definitely was what he needed if he could even imagine about miso scent at this time of day.
Sho stopped on his track when he was about to pass the kitchen, only to be greeted by one rather glazed eyes Jun currently staring at him while sitting in the island stool, his right cheek laid on the marble island top, in a certain weird angle while his right arm rested beside the mass of his rumpled hair. He appeared to be quite alert and slightly, Sho thought, annoyed.
"I hate to be nagging, Sho, but seriously?" Jun greeted Sho with low voice with hints of sleepiness. Sho angled his head in effort to stare back at Jun. His brain was currently trying hard to process the situation because the last time he remembered Jun was going to spend the night at Saitama.
"Seriously what?" Sho responded slowly. He put down his enormous bag on the corner table, along with several of other smaller bags he had been heaving. Walking over to the island counter, he sat across Jun and decided to settle with the same position. It might appeared as weird, but after having dull headache on the back of his head almost the whole night, it felt fantastic having his head rested on the cool surface of the island.
Sho angled his stare right at Jun's and did just that. Mild irritation was the first thing he noticed directed straight to him by those beautiful eyes but three seconds of stare time later, he also noticed deep concern and slight of hints impatience. He tried to flash a tired smile and perhaps reach for Jun, but Sho felt strangely content in just laying there motionless and continued staring.
It was Jun who reached first, perhaps due to the fact that he had more energy to spare at this time of day compared to Sho. His left hand outstretched to softly touch Sho's hair and end in playing with some hair sticking out near his ear. Sho softly hummed and closed his eyes while the caress continued.
"You're not drunk. That much I can tell," Jun said with hints of impatience didn't parallel with the strokes of his hands. Sho nodded, eyes still closed. Jun's touch felt amazing and while all his muscles demanded that he should go got horizontal in a proper bed immediately, Sho made no move at all.
"I was waiting, you know," Jun continued. Sho's eyes peered open and understanding dawned immediately.
"That much I can tell. I am sorry," eyes gazed straight to Jun's, Sho replied. At the warm apology, Jun's comforting strokes stopped. Sho sent questioning look over him and smiled. Their gaze met, held, and lingered.
"Filming went well?" Jun started again his strokes over Sho's hair.
"It did."
"Good. I just thought you'd need some company tonight."
Sho stared back at Jun and smiled. "I do. You. I need."
The smile bloomed when Sho heard Jun let out a giggle.
"Babbling like that. Very cute, Sakurai."
"My brain seems to have shut down an hour ago," Sho sighed. He wished to close his eyes and got some shut-eye right there for the rest of the night, but he knew that Jun wasn't beyond leaving him in the kitchen till morning.
"Let's go to bed then. I'll let some cuddling happened tonight." Amused smile betrayed the intentionally harsh tone Jun let out. Too content with his somehow comfortable position and Jun's still lingering fingers on his hair, Sho didn't move an inch.
"You did let cuddling happened every night." He tried to pull off a fake pout, but no single muscle in his body was cooperating and making any attempt to budge. Damn, Jun's hand felt so good. Oh, if only he had the energy to voice his thoughts of where that hand should slide toward right now.
The day had passed fast and filled to the brim with group shootings; 6 hours of VS taping was both exhausting and entertaining, especially when Sho was the sole focus on the episode. But being a sole focus of any of their variety equated with ribbing remarks, good-natured teasing, and becoming the end of any joke's butt. Some days, even if it would always end well, a hint of sense of defeat would sneak right up anyone's head at. Sho's heart might be strong, and it was, Jun would've known best, but he had his limit more or less like any other.
When he decided that he wanted to be home, arrangements had been quite easy. Out of practicality, the company had prepared a hotel room for him for the week nights when rehearsals ran late so he didn't have to commute all the way back to downtown Tokyo just to get some rest. It was always a challenge, especially at busy times like these past months and many to come, to indulge in making significant personal time, but he was not complaining and Sho was not complaining, plus they were constantly trying. That was what counted.
"Few more minutes and you'll be practically asleep. Let's get you to bed. And just sleep." Contrary to his words, Jun also didn't make any movement and stayed on his position himself.
"Why just sleep?" The least Sho could do was keeping on the persistency. "Jun," Sho managed to pull off his best whining voice and aimed that as much as seductive look he could possibly bring about.
"Please. I bet you won't even stay awake even if I go down on you right now."
Because it was possibly true and Sho felt the lightest shiver running down his spine, he refused to acknowledge the fact.
"I will too." It came out in a whisper and certainly not convincing any judge. "If, and only if, I fell asleep, that means you had not been doing it properly."
"Slurred words from an immobile heap don't insult me at all."
Sho moaned softly when Jun's hand in his head was now massaging his scalp deliciously. "You have such strong grip these days," Sho mumbled almost unconsciously.
"You have such cheesy line tonight," Jun replied. "Make a move will you, I'll be right behind you."
The hand on his scalp right now was heaven-sent. With the coolness of marble island top, how his spine felt bent nicely along with his awkward position, the faint smell of soap from Jun and hints of miso soup scent from the kitchen, plus the comforting rustle of his own hair, Sho imagined that he could sleep right then right there for a week.
"Am not going anywhere," he finally responded. "Not until you promise me a mercy fuck. For a bad day at work."
Jun chuckled. "Nah, you had great day."
"How did you know that? You don't know what happened on location. I could have. I could've went home filled with frustration because filming didn't run smoothly, or, let's see, because VS staffs were extremely horrible today, or because you guys…you guys…" Sho tried to blink away the fog of exhaustion. "Tell me again, what did you guys do to me today?"
"We've been nothing but supportive bandmates, thank you very much."
"I don't feel any support, especially now."
"Try taking off your jeans now, and then I'll show you some."
Eyebrows knitted, Sho threw one of his weird glare to Jun. He could feel his brain spinning, making utmost effort to send orders to respective muscles, but none followed.
"Damn it, you are right,"
"I know I am," Jun grinned and Sho wondered why this smirking guy on his line of sight could keep the cool attitude while at the same time struggling the same lethal work hour, the same pressure, perhaps physically more so, and still be annoyingly alert at the end of a long day.
"You're too good for me," Sho murmured.
Instead of getting the chuckles, and giggles, Jun's eyes warmed and he thanked him. At the end of one long day, perhaps menial task even conducted in unconventional way did the trick.
Sho complained, mostly for show. "I should've gotten a kiss. A peck, a soft cheek stroke. Anything," he whined, or perhaps tried to prolong the moment.
"You'll get as much as me undressing you and that's it."
"See if I'll pay that hot shower sex I still owe you." This time he pulled off all his might and managed to conjure a decent pout.
"Oh no, what am I going to do with myself then?"
"That's sarcasm."
"It certainly was," Jun laughs and finally stood up, his stance swayed a bit, and Sho realized that Jun was not as alert as he appeared to be. He went around the island and stretched out his hand, towering in front of Sho, waiting. "C'mon, bedroom now."
Sho finally caved, grabbed Jun's armed and straightened himself up. He would only had to walk few meters and then he'd find a decent bed. The thought somehow brought some strength back to his weary bones.
"I had a thought that you'll be hauled back home, reeked of whiskey and loud as hell," Jun looped his arm around Sho's waist and together they headed to the bedroom.
"Give me some credit, will you," Sho replied.
"I do. That's why I want to be home when you're back." They reached the bedroom door, and Jun didn't even bother to reach the switch and just kept on walking toward the bed. "I'm glad you got home just fine."
They stopped at the edge of the bed and Sho turned to Jun, focusing on the silhouette of his profile and whispered, "You're too good for me."
I sure am." Jun turned to face Sho. His hands strayed behind Sho, giving comforting strokes. "Let's undress you and sleep."
"Let's." And Sho hand sneaked to squeeze Jun's left butt cheek.
"If I don't know about your headache, I'd smack you for that," Jun didn't even flinched and kept on unbuttoning Sho's shirt unhurriedly. Sho hands went down again and squeezed the other cheek. For good measure.
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Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: PG for mild dirty talk.
Word Count: 1718
Summary: An all and all fluff, of shared late night in the kitchen after that epic VS day.
Notes/Warnings: A bit rushed one-shot, part of that originally drabble series for their busy busy days, that's all the warning you need for the story. And on related matters, a long detailed notes++ on another post if you're interested.
And, it was almost 3 AM when he got home. The light in the living room was on and a hint of miso scent floated even at the dark entrance. He wondered and decided that it was just his imagination. Sleep definitely was what he needed if he could even imagine about miso scent at this time of day.
Sho stopped on his track when he was about to pass the kitchen, only to be greeted by one rather glazed eyes Jun currently staring at him while sitting in the island stool, his right cheek laid on the marble island top, in a certain weird angle while his right arm rested beside the mass of his rumpled hair. He appeared to be quite alert and slightly, Sho thought, annoyed.
"I hate to be nagging, Sho, but seriously?" Jun greeted Sho with low voice with hints of sleepiness. Sho angled his head in effort to stare back at Jun. His brain was currently trying hard to process the situation because the last time he remembered Jun was going to spend the night at Saitama.
"Seriously what?" Sho responded slowly. He put down his enormous bag on the corner table, along with several of other smaller bags he had been heaving. Walking over to the island counter, he sat across Jun and decided to settle with the same position. It might appeared as weird, but after having dull headache on the back of his head almost the whole night, it felt fantastic having his head rested on the cool surface of the island.
Sho angled his stare right at Jun's and did just that. Mild irritation was the first thing he noticed directed straight to him by those beautiful eyes but three seconds of stare time later, he also noticed deep concern and slight of hints impatience. He tried to flash a tired smile and perhaps reach for Jun, but Sho felt strangely content in just laying there motionless and continued staring.
It was Jun who reached first, perhaps due to the fact that he had more energy to spare at this time of day compared to Sho. His left hand outstretched to softly touch Sho's hair and end in playing with some hair sticking out near his ear. Sho softly hummed and closed his eyes while the caress continued.
"You're not drunk. That much I can tell," Jun said with hints of impatience didn't parallel with the strokes of his hands. Sho nodded, eyes still closed. Jun's touch felt amazing and while all his muscles demanded that he should go got horizontal in a proper bed immediately, Sho made no move at all.
"I was waiting, you know," Jun continued. Sho's eyes peered open and understanding dawned immediately.
"That much I can tell. I am sorry," eyes gazed straight to Jun's, Sho replied. At the warm apology, Jun's comforting strokes stopped. Sho sent questioning look over him and smiled. Their gaze met, held, and lingered.
"Filming went well?" Jun started again his strokes over Sho's hair.
"It did."
"Good. I just thought you'd need some company tonight."
Sho stared back at Jun and smiled. "I do. You. I need."
The smile bloomed when Sho heard Jun let out a giggle.
"Babbling like that. Very cute, Sakurai."
"My brain seems to have shut down an hour ago," Sho sighed. He wished to close his eyes and got some shut-eye right there for the rest of the night, but he knew that Jun wasn't beyond leaving him in the kitchen till morning.
"Let's go to bed then. I'll let some cuddling happened tonight." Amused smile betrayed the intentionally harsh tone Jun let out. Too content with his somehow comfortable position and Jun's still lingering fingers on his hair, Sho didn't move an inch.
"You did let cuddling happened every night." He tried to pull off a fake pout, but no single muscle in his body was cooperating and making any attempt to budge. Damn, Jun's hand felt so good. Oh, if only he had the energy to voice his thoughts of where that hand should slide toward right now.
The day had passed fast and filled to the brim with group shootings; 6 hours of VS taping was both exhausting and entertaining, especially when Sho was the sole focus on the episode. But being a sole focus of any of their variety equated with ribbing remarks, good-natured teasing, and becoming the end of any joke's butt. Some days, even if it would always end well, a hint of sense of defeat would sneak right up anyone's head at. Sho's heart might be strong, and it was, Jun would've known best, but he had his limit more or less like any other.
When he decided that he wanted to be home, arrangements had been quite easy. Out of practicality, the company had prepared a hotel room for him for the week nights when rehearsals ran late so he didn't have to commute all the way back to downtown Tokyo just to get some rest. It was always a challenge, especially at busy times like these past months and many to come, to indulge in making significant personal time, but he was not complaining and Sho was not complaining, plus they were constantly trying. That was what counted.
"Few more minutes and you'll be practically asleep. Let's get you to bed. And just sleep." Contrary to his words, Jun also didn't make any movement and stayed on his position himself.
"Why just sleep?" The least Sho could do was keeping on the persistency. "Jun," Sho managed to pull off his best whining voice and aimed that as much as seductive look he could possibly bring about.
"Please. I bet you won't even stay awake even if I go down on you right now."
Because it was possibly true and Sho felt the lightest shiver running down his spine, he refused to acknowledge the fact.
"I will too." It came out in a whisper and certainly not convincing any judge. "If, and only if, I fell asleep, that means you had not been doing it properly."
"Slurred words from an immobile heap don't insult me at all."
Sho moaned softly when Jun's hand in his head was now massaging his scalp deliciously. "You have such strong grip these days," Sho mumbled almost unconsciously.
"You have such cheesy line tonight," Jun replied. "Make a move will you, I'll be right behind you."
The hand on his scalp right now was heaven-sent. With the coolness of marble island top, how his spine felt bent nicely along with his awkward position, the faint smell of soap from Jun and hints of miso soup scent from the kitchen, plus the comforting rustle of his own hair, Sho imagined that he could sleep right then right there for a week.
"Am not going anywhere," he finally responded. "Not until you promise me a mercy fuck. For a bad day at work."
Jun chuckled. "Nah, you had great day."
"How did you know that? You don't know what happened on location. I could have. I could've went home filled with frustration because filming didn't run smoothly, or, let's see, because VS staffs were extremely horrible today, or because you guys…you guys…" Sho tried to blink away the fog of exhaustion. "Tell me again, what did you guys do to me today?"
"We've been nothing but supportive bandmates, thank you very much."
"I don't feel any support, especially now."
"Try taking off your jeans now, and then I'll show you some."
Eyebrows knitted, Sho threw one of his weird glare to Jun. He could feel his brain spinning, making utmost effort to send orders to respective muscles, but none followed.
"Damn it, you are right,"
"I know I am," Jun grinned and Sho wondered why this smirking guy on his line of sight could keep the cool attitude while at the same time struggling the same lethal work hour, the same pressure, perhaps physically more so, and still be annoyingly alert at the end of a long day.
"You're too good for me," Sho murmured.
Instead of getting the chuckles, and giggles, Jun's eyes warmed and he thanked him. At the end of one long day, perhaps menial task even conducted in unconventional way did the trick.
Sho complained, mostly for show. "I should've gotten a kiss. A peck, a soft cheek stroke. Anything," he whined, or perhaps tried to prolong the moment.
"You'll get as much as me undressing you and that's it."
"See if I'll pay that hot shower sex I still owe you." This time he pulled off all his might and managed to conjure a decent pout.
"Oh no, what am I going to do with myself then?"
"That's sarcasm."
"It certainly was," Jun laughs and finally stood up, his stance swayed a bit, and Sho realized that Jun was not as alert as he appeared to be. He went around the island and stretched out his hand, towering in front of Sho, waiting. "C'mon, bedroom now."
Sho finally caved, grabbed Jun's armed and straightened himself up. He would only had to walk few meters and then he'd find a decent bed. The thought somehow brought some strength back to his weary bones.
"I had a thought that you'll be hauled back home, reeked of whiskey and loud as hell," Jun looped his arm around Sho's waist and together they headed to the bedroom.
"Give me some credit, will you," Sho replied.
"I do. That's why I want to be home when you're back." They reached the bedroom door, and Jun didn't even bother to reach the switch and just kept on walking toward the bed. "I'm glad you got home just fine."
They stopped at the edge of the bed and Sho turned to Jun, focusing on the silhouette of his profile and whispered, "You're too good for me."
I sure am." Jun turned to face Sho. His hands strayed behind Sho, giving comforting strokes. "Let's undress you and sleep."
"Let's." And Sho hand sneaked to squeeze Jun's left butt cheek.
"If I don't know about your headache, I'd smack you for that," Jun didn't even flinched and kept on unbuttoning Sho's shirt unhurriedly. Sho hands went down again and squeezed the other cheek. For good measure.
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