Attraction (Arashi)
Christmas Challenge Fic
given by; czajka
prompt; Jun/Ohno smut
Title: Attraction
Pairing: Ohno x Nino, Jun x Ohno
Rating: R
Summary: MatsuJun is impatient, and likes to get what he wants, especially when Nino has what he wants. (Apologies for the lack of real smut; it's merely implied. Sort of.)
It was the first time that night that Ohno had been alone--the ship was luxurious, filled with a thousand bustling people, in lengthy, bejeweled dresses and firm, pristine tuxedos. There was table upon table of food, decorated for the holidays: little cookies shaped like Christmas trees or silver bells and mistletoe hanging in the doorway of the dance hall. Alcohol was provided, with stirring rods topped with holly and festive green-red glasses. It was loud, busy, warm, with friendly people to talk to at every corner and wide, smiling faces.
Jun, however, was not smiling.
It was customary to bring a date to these sorts of parties, and Jun had one, yes, she was the pretty little brunette picking daintily at some finger sandwiches, her eyes heavy and lacquered in make-up--it was customary to do so, to at least prove to others that they weren't some little boy band anymore, they were men, and they had their interests; they were supposed to prove their manhood--and yet Jun had watched Nino and Ohno the entire party, dateless, Nino's hand firm and steady on Ohno's arm and Ohno's smile growing wider and wider at each passing glance. Jun had watched them, smiling absently when Aiba walked past, his girlfriend whispering smugly into his ear. He had continued to watch them, regardless of time, regardless of what he looked like, his fingers clenched around his glass. Sho had noticed--his initial reaction was confusion, but it was easy to follow Jun's gaze and even easier to tell which of the two held his interest: Sho had smiled and asked Jun's girlfriend to dance just after Nino disappeared past the decorated doorway.
Ohno followed soon after, and Jun followed him.
The ship had three decks, each with an opening, a place where couples could come and look into the stars, could listen to the quiet splash of the rocky, murky ocean. Jun smirked--Ohno was leaning against the side, chin in one hand, his other stretched out into the air, tasting the salt of the wind with his fingertips.
A quick, teasing flash of wind hit Jun's face, rustling his short, loose curls, toying with the weight of his tie. It made him look strange and disheviled, like he were the monster of the depths coming to take Ohno away--no, perhaps he were a siren, here to serenade Ohno and lead him down a path that no one had walked before, lead him to the cold underbelly of the unforgiving sea.
Ohno's wrist wavered as Jun took a few steps further, hands slipped lazily into his pockets. He saw him out of the corner of his eye, but it still surprised him, and he leaned back a little, fingers curling back in towards his palm.
"Ah, Matsumo-san..." Ohno said--murmured, even, to the breath of distance that stood between them. "Having fun?"
"Not really," Jun said, giving Ohno a short smile as he came up beside him, leaning his back against the railing. Another breeze floated by, knocking a lock of curls into his eyes, and Jun's nose twitched, trying inconspicuously to blow it back into place. Ohno saw him, and laughed, one lip up in his usual awkward smile.
"Here," Ohno said, and took the piece of hair between his fingernails, flipping it back in place.
"Where's Nino?" Jun asked, eyes slowly honing in Ohno's face, on the curve of his jaw and the sharp point of his nose. He saw the little twitch of his lip at the mention of that name, and felt something raw and hard grow up in his stomach, aching towards his chest. He felt annoyed and angry and stood up, even though he had no reason to feel any of those things--he had no right.
"Nino's in the bathroom--his medicine wore off, I think, he said he was gonna throw up..."
The touch of worry in Ohno's voice just inflamed Jun more--why can't he talk about me like that, Jun thought, desperately clutching at the inside of his pockets, looking for stability: why can't he talk about me?
Jun's eyes went lower. Ohno actually looked rather funny in a suit; his shoulders weren't broad enough for his jacket, and it must have been itchy, because Ohno was fidgeting, moving his feet this way and that, scuffing up his dress shoes; his shirt was slightly wrinkled, and Jun imagined that Nino must have had something to do with that, yes, there had been a moment where Jun had lost sight of the two of them and Ohno had been blushing when he turned around--
There was barely any time for a response: Jun's hand flew out of his pocket, a bit of thread caught on one of his rings, painted fingers curling and going stiff around Ohno's wrist. His eyes met a pair of surprised, confused pupils--his other hand followed suit, pinning Ohno backwards against the railing, his back bent against the cold metal.
"I--"
"You want me."
"...I what?"
Jun's fingers tightened, and Ohno closed one eye, tilting his head away, lips pursed. "You want me, Ohno."
"I, I don--"
"You do," Jun insisted, his voice shaking despite his attempts to hold it steady, and Ohno turned back to look at him, ignoring the glitter of jewelry out of the corner of his eye, where his hands grew limp in Jun's hold.
"You do," Jun repeated, face growing closer and closer--Ohno noticed how full his lips were, stained with wine, and the smell of alcohol permeated the breath of space between them; Ohno swallowed, but he couldn't turn away: maybe he didn't want to. Jun's hair looked more like waves up close, like the soft, gentle caress of the ocean, sparkling and dark. Something in Ohno's mind began to spin, beating at the insides of his skull like a washing machine, cleaning his brain, removing it of any doubts or insecurities, and the image of Nino was carried away by the soapy tide.
"...Maybe," Ohno mumbled, and Jun's lips fell on his, hot and thick and heavy.
It was so easy to become swept away in the movements, in the bustling heat between them and the hot, whispered words--it was easy to become lost, to rock along with Jun's body as his hips pressed up close, fingers burning with touch, desperate for acceptance, for the release of a desire that had been building up for hours at a time. Ohno felt the tired insistance of it, the repeated probes, the repetition of emotion; he felt how close Jun was and how warm it was becoming beneath the soft cotton of his suit and even deeper, into the confines of his briefs, where a power stirred and could not be controlled--it would consume them both, like the overwhelming ache of the ocean, erasing everything in its hold. Ohno could barely gasp a breath between kisses, could barely voice an opinion, could barely even keep his voice--Jun was moaning for the both of them, was touching for the both of them, and Ohno found his fingers tangled deep in the tresses of Jun's curls, lost and confused, trapped in the gelled mess of hair that seemed more like seaweed than soft, elegant waves.
"Jun--" Ohno managed to gasp, as Jun's nails caught against his neck, his teeth jerking against his lower lip.
"Shh," Jun growled, and nipped at Ohno in reprimand; he felt a breeze go by again, sweeping up his hair, but the only thing he could think about was Ohno and Ohno's body and Ohno's voice and Ohno Ohno Ohno and how fucking hard he felt in these goddamn pants and how it was way too hot when they were supposed to be outside and--
Ohno tensed beneath him, gasping, pushing up, and it was with a smug, baited smirk that Jun found Ohno's erection pressing up against him, trapped and crowded.
"Yessss," Jun hissed, kissing Ohno hard, bending him back against the railing of the boat, both hands cupping his cheeks. "That feels good, you, against me, feels good..."
Ohno tried to stammer, but Jun wouldn't allow any movement, wouldn't allow his own desire to be bypassed--his hands began working down Ohno's chest, wrinkling his shirt even further, creating indents and folds that burned with the reminder of his touch. He tossed the tie over Ohno's shoulder--his lips were still there, pressed deep and eager, and Ohno found himself unable to move, unable to do anything except feel the constant pulse pulse pulse of blood flowing down towards his pelvis, and the throbbing that jerked back up his body every time Jun moved his knee, pressing up beneath the crotch of Ohno's slacks.
Jun's fingers nimbly undid the button--
Fireworks exploded behind them.
Ohno's shoulder jerked, and his head twisted to try to get a glimpse of the sudden bang of noise. Colors cascaded around his head, a rainbow of glittering stars that flew daintily into the ocean, being swallowed by its murky darkness. Ohno's eyes fluttered, and he couldn't help but smile--his erection was still there, but something else was too, a distraction, and Ohno couldn't help but want to take back all that had happened: he felt guilt welling inside of him where desire had once been. He felt disgusted and oddly annoyed. He felt taken advantage of.
When his eyes swung forward again, Jun's face was so close, Ohno almost thought he was going to be pushed over the edge. His eyes were sharp, narrowed, framed by long, thick painted eyelashes, and a touch of shadow at the corners. They were hard, full of life, angry and disappointed, seething and yet impossibly vexed. They looked trapped, like Ohno had not been the poor sailor being taunted by the siren: no, Jun had been the one under the spell, the one whose eternity would be spent at the bottom of the ocean, life sucked dry and head filled with the cold, harsh reality of salty sea water.
Ohno closed his eyes in fear--Jun's face was only full of anger now, one hand poised near Ohno's face, bejeweled fingers shaking with the urge to slap him and beat the sense into him, to stain his nose with blood and abrase him with deep, purple bruises--
When Ohno opened his eyes again, Jun was already walking away.
given by; czajka
prompt; Jun/Ohno smut
Title: Attraction
Pairing: Ohno x Nino, Jun x Ohno
Rating: R
Summary: MatsuJun is impatient, and likes to get what he wants, especially when Nino has what he wants. (Apologies for the lack of real smut; it's merely implied. Sort of.)
It was the first time that night that Ohno had been alone--the ship was luxurious, filled with a thousand bustling people, in lengthy, bejeweled dresses and firm, pristine tuxedos. There was table upon table of food, decorated for the holidays: little cookies shaped like Christmas trees or silver bells and mistletoe hanging in the doorway of the dance hall. Alcohol was provided, with stirring rods topped with holly and festive green-red glasses. It was loud, busy, warm, with friendly people to talk to at every corner and wide, smiling faces.
Jun, however, was not smiling.
It was customary to bring a date to these sorts of parties, and Jun had one, yes, she was the pretty little brunette picking daintily at some finger sandwiches, her eyes heavy and lacquered in make-up--it was customary to do so, to at least prove to others that they weren't some little boy band anymore, they were men, and they had their interests; they were supposed to prove their manhood--and yet Jun had watched Nino and Ohno the entire party, dateless, Nino's hand firm and steady on Ohno's arm and Ohno's smile growing wider and wider at each passing glance. Jun had watched them, smiling absently when Aiba walked past, his girlfriend whispering smugly into his ear. He had continued to watch them, regardless of time, regardless of what he looked like, his fingers clenched around his glass. Sho had noticed--his initial reaction was confusion, but it was easy to follow Jun's gaze and even easier to tell which of the two held his interest: Sho had smiled and asked Jun's girlfriend to dance just after Nino disappeared past the decorated doorway.
Ohno followed soon after, and Jun followed him.
The ship had three decks, each with an opening, a place where couples could come and look into the stars, could listen to the quiet splash of the rocky, murky ocean. Jun smirked--Ohno was leaning against the side, chin in one hand, his other stretched out into the air, tasting the salt of the wind with his fingertips.
A quick, teasing flash of wind hit Jun's face, rustling his short, loose curls, toying with the weight of his tie. It made him look strange and disheviled, like he were the monster of the depths coming to take Ohno away--no, perhaps he were a siren, here to serenade Ohno and lead him down a path that no one had walked before, lead him to the cold underbelly of the unforgiving sea.
Ohno's wrist wavered as Jun took a few steps further, hands slipped lazily into his pockets. He saw him out of the corner of his eye, but it still surprised him, and he leaned back a little, fingers curling back in towards his palm.
"Ah, Matsumo-san..." Ohno said--murmured, even, to the breath of distance that stood between them. "Having fun?"
"Not really," Jun said, giving Ohno a short smile as he came up beside him, leaning his back against the railing. Another breeze floated by, knocking a lock of curls into his eyes, and Jun's nose twitched, trying inconspicuously to blow it back into place. Ohno saw him, and laughed, one lip up in his usual awkward smile.
"Here," Ohno said, and took the piece of hair between his fingernails, flipping it back in place.
"Where's Nino?" Jun asked, eyes slowly honing in Ohno's face, on the curve of his jaw and the sharp point of his nose. He saw the little twitch of his lip at the mention of that name, and felt something raw and hard grow up in his stomach, aching towards his chest. He felt annoyed and angry and stood up, even though he had no reason to feel any of those things--he had no right.
"Nino's in the bathroom--his medicine wore off, I think, he said he was gonna throw up..."
The touch of worry in Ohno's voice just inflamed Jun more--why can't he talk about me like that, Jun thought, desperately clutching at the inside of his pockets, looking for stability: why can't he talk about me?
Jun's eyes went lower. Ohno actually looked rather funny in a suit; his shoulders weren't broad enough for his jacket, and it must have been itchy, because Ohno was fidgeting, moving his feet this way and that, scuffing up his dress shoes; his shirt was slightly wrinkled, and Jun imagined that Nino must have had something to do with that, yes, there had been a moment where Jun had lost sight of the two of them and Ohno had been blushing when he turned around--
There was barely any time for a response: Jun's hand flew out of his pocket, a bit of thread caught on one of his rings, painted fingers curling and going stiff around Ohno's wrist. His eyes met a pair of surprised, confused pupils--his other hand followed suit, pinning Ohno backwards against the railing, his back bent against the cold metal.
"I--"
"You want me."
"...I what?"
Jun's fingers tightened, and Ohno closed one eye, tilting his head away, lips pursed. "You want me, Ohno."
"I, I don--"
"You do," Jun insisted, his voice shaking despite his attempts to hold it steady, and Ohno turned back to look at him, ignoring the glitter of jewelry out of the corner of his eye, where his hands grew limp in Jun's hold.
"You do," Jun repeated, face growing closer and closer--Ohno noticed how full his lips were, stained with wine, and the smell of alcohol permeated the breath of space between them; Ohno swallowed, but he couldn't turn away: maybe he didn't want to. Jun's hair looked more like waves up close, like the soft, gentle caress of the ocean, sparkling and dark. Something in Ohno's mind began to spin, beating at the insides of his skull like a washing machine, cleaning his brain, removing it of any doubts or insecurities, and the image of Nino was carried away by the soapy tide.
"...Maybe," Ohno mumbled, and Jun's lips fell on his, hot and thick and heavy.
It was so easy to become swept away in the movements, in the bustling heat between them and the hot, whispered words--it was easy to become lost, to rock along with Jun's body as his hips pressed up close, fingers burning with touch, desperate for acceptance, for the release of a desire that had been building up for hours at a time. Ohno felt the tired insistance of it, the repeated probes, the repetition of emotion; he felt how close Jun was and how warm it was becoming beneath the soft cotton of his suit and even deeper, into the confines of his briefs, where a power stirred and could not be controlled--it would consume them both, like the overwhelming ache of the ocean, erasing everything in its hold. Ohno could barely gasp a breath between kisses, could barely voice an opinion, could barely even keep his voice--Jun was moaning for the both of them, was touching for the both of them, and Ohno found his fingers tangled deep in the tresses of Jun's curls, lost and confused, trapped in the gelled mess of hair that seemed more like seaweed than soft, elegant waves.
"Jun--" Ohno managed to gasp, as Jun's nails caught against his neck, his teeth jerking against his lower lip.
"Shh," Jun growled, and nipped at Ohno in reprimand; he felt a breeze go by again, sweeping up his hair, but the only thing he could think about was Ohno and Ohno's body and Ohno's voice and Ohno Ohno Ohno and how fucking hard he felt in these goddamn pants and how it was way too hot when they were supposed to be outside and--
Ohno tensed beneath him, gasping, pushing up, and it was with a smug, baited smirk that Jun found Ohno's erection pressing up against him, trapped and crowded.
"Yessss," Jun hissed, kissing Ohno hard, bending him back against the railing of the boat, both hands cupping his cheeks. "That feels good, you, against me, feels good..."
Ohno tried to stammer, but Jun wouldn't allow any movement, wouldn't allow his own desire to be bypassed--his hands began working down Ohno's chest, wrinkling his shirt even further, creating indents and folds that burned with the reminder of his touch. He tossed the tie over Ohno's shoulder--his lips were still there, pressed deep and eager, and Ohno found himself unable to move, unable to do anything except feel the constant pulse pulse pulse of blood flowing down towards his pelvis, and the throbbing that jerked back up his body every time Jun moved his knee, pressing up beneath the crotch of Ohno's slacks.
Jun's fingers nimbly undid the button--
Fireworks exploded behind them.
Ohno's shoulder jerked, and his head twisted to try to get a glimpse of the sudden bang of noise. Colors cascaded around his head, a rainbow of glittering stars that flew daintily into the ocean, being swallowed by its murky darkness. Ohno's eyes fluttered, and he couldn't help but smile--his erection was still there, but something else was too, a distraction, and Ohno couldn't help but want to take back all that had happened: he felt guilt welling inside of him where desire had once been. He felt disgusted and oddly annoyed. He felt taken advantage of.
When his eyes swung forward again, Jun's face was so close, Ohno almost thought he was going to be pushed over the edge. His eyes were sharp, narrowed, framed by long, thick painted eyelashes, and a touch of shadow at the corners. They were hard, full of life, angry and disappointed, seething and yet impossibly vexed. They looked trapped, like Ohno had not been the poor sailor being taunted by the siren: no, Jun had been the one under the spell, the one whose eternity would be spent at the bottom of the ocean, life sucked dry and head filled with the cold, harsh reality of salty sea water.
Ohno closed his eyes in fear--Jun's face was only full of anger now, one hand poised near Ohno's face, bejeweled fingers shaking with the urge to slap him and beat the sense into him, to stain his nose with blood and abrase him with deep, purple bruises--
When Ohno opened his eyes again, Jun was already walking away.