Gift Fic For kitkaos
Happy Birthday, Aiba!
To: kitkaos
From: santa_johnny
Title: Just Be Clumsy
Pairing/Group: Aiba Masaki/Matsumoto Jun
Rating: R
Warnings: (attempted) light bondage
Notes: Hello kitkaos! I ended up straying a bit from your prompt but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I enjoyed writing it for you. Thanks to my lovely beta. ♥ The title is from Jun’s solo “Naked.”
Summary: Aiba receives a questionable how-to book for Christmas and is determined to try it out with Jun as his unsuspecting test subject.
A rare day off in their hectic end of the year schedule, Jun’s enjoying a glass of wine while rereading his favorite novel. The sounds of his newest favorite album are quietly drifting through the apartment. He would have preferred to spend Christmas Eve with a certain birthday boy, but a surprise Christmas-slash-birthday party thrown by the Debikuro-kun cast had pulled Aiba away from their plans. And as much as he wanted to, Aiba couldn’t very well come out and say, ‘No thank you, I have plans with my very hot boyfriend.’
Aiba had apologized at least a hundred times before Jun finally pushed him out the door, telling him it was no big deal. They could reschedule their date to the next day, after they finish filming for Shiyagare.
Jun has just finished his second glass of wine when he hears a commotion at the door that couldn’t be anyone other than Aiba stumbling in. Jun glances at his watch. He hadn’t been expecting Aiba for another hour at least.
“Welcome back,” Jun calls out as he slides a bookmark to keep his page and sets the book aside. He looks up to see Aiba come through the doorway and drop his bag in the middle of the living room. His face is flushed from the cold (and probably more than a little alcohol) but he’s also beaming, with some ridiculous red and green Christmas garland wrapped around his neck like a scarf.
Jun unfolds himself from his spot on the couch and greets Aiba with a soft kiss. “Did you have fun?”
“Of course,” Aiba replies, wrapping an arm around Jun’s waist and pulling him close. “But I still think you should’ve come with.”
Jun shakes his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t want to take the spotlight away from the movie star,” he says, teasing, but tempers the words with another short kiss. Leaning closer, he brushes against the rough plastic garland and grimaces. “I think you can take that garland off now.”
Aiba laughs, then breaks it off, his eyes going wide. “That reminds me! Toma-kun got me a present!” He scampers off to his bag and motions for Jun to take a seat at one of the kitchen chairs.
He returns, triumphant, carrying a glittering gift bag. Before Jun realizes what’s happening, Aiba climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs to sit face-to-face. Without thinking, Jun wraps an arm around Aiba’s waist. Smiling, Aiba pulls a book from the gift bag; the cover is solid black except for some writing in what Jun assumes is English, but he can’t understand most of it, except for “The Art of…” something.
“He bought you a book in English?” Jun asks, eyebrows raised.
“Well, it’s not being sold in Japan,” Aiba replies with a laugh. “Toma-kun ordered it special from America because he thought I’d like it.” Aiba leans toward Jun’s ear and continues in a low voice, “He thought you’d enjoy it too.” Aiba’s words send chills down Jun’s spine.
Aiba cracks open the book to a random page and briefly lets Jun take a peek. “Look! There are pictures. We’ll be fine.” Jun leans forward to take a closer look at the the pages and Aiba snatches it away, but not before Jun realizes what the pictures are illustrating.
“He bought you a book about bondage??!” Jun’s voice reaches a pitch that he hasn’t achieved since puberty.
While he can’t deny that he has daydreamed about tying Aiba up and having his way with him, Jun never thought he would be on the receiving end of it. He doesn’t know what to make of this latest development.
Before Jun has a chance to weigh his options, Aiba is leaning in for a kiss and is wrapping his garland scarf around Jun’s arm. Sure the garland is just tinsel and string and wouldn’t hold up to Jun’s full strength but he can’t find the motivation to resist. He really likes the things that Aiba’s lips are doing at that moment.
Breaking the kiss, Aiba digs into the bag, pulling out an impossibly long length of black silk. “The limited edition came with this as a bonus,” he says, holding his prize up triumphantly. There’s a gleam in Aiba’s eyes that even Jun doesn’t dare protest…. much.
“Don’t leave any marks. We do have filming tomorrow,” Jun reminds the other, his eyebrows furrowing together.
Aiba only laughs. “I won’t leave any marks… or least none where they can be seen,” he promises. He steals a kiss before Jun can complain. The kiss ends almost as soon as it begins. Jun whines when Aiba breaks the kiss to consult that damn book again.
“I think you’re enjoying this more than you’ll admit,” Aiba teases. One hand caresses Jun’s shoulder while the other hand holds up the book. Aiba mumbles random English words that neither understand and he peers closer to look at a diagram.
Jun watches Aiba’s hand travel down his chest, ghosting over his stomach and Jun curses the fabric between them. The hand dips under the hem of Jun’s shirt to play with his navel and he shivers. Jun can’t tell if he’s more amused or aroused at the situation he has found himself in.
Jun frowns when the hand abandons its quest. He looks up just in time for Aiba to toss the book to the floor and wrap the silk around his shoulders, securing him to the back of the hard, wooden chair. Aiba double checks the knot and, content that it's secure, leans in to steal another kiss. The movement puts pressure on Jun’s cock. He chokes back a moan.
“You definitely like this,” Aiba announces with a mischievous grin. Jun wants to protest that it’s Aiba he likes but Aiba has swooped in for another kiss. It becomes a battle for domination, Jun trying to regain some form of control. Their tongues slide together deliciously and he drinks in Aiba’s quiet moans. Jun smiles into the kiss, thinking he may finally have the upper hand to get himself out of this, when Aiba pulls away.
Aiba can see right through him. “Don’t be so sure of yourself,” he warns, eyes narrowing. “At least not until you see what is next in the book.”
Jun’s stomach twists, but not unpleasantly. “And what would that be?” he retorts.
“Oh, you’ll see…” Aiba replies slyly. Jun watches silently as Aiba reaches for the remainder of the black silk. He grabs Jun’s free hand and loops it around his wrist once then pauses, trying to remember how to proceed from there. He glances towards the book, still lying half-open on the floor, and shrugs before continuing. Jun tries to steal a glance at the book, to see what may be in store for him, but it’s too far away.
“I’ll need your cooperation for this one,” Aiba says, hands on the waistband of Jun’s pants. Jun looks up, wondering whether or not to follow Aiba’s order. “Pants off, please.” Obviously, Jun has no complaints about that.
Jun is about to lift his buttocks to help Aiba remove his pants when he has a thought. “Wait a moment, where exactly is the rest of this going?” he asks, waving the remaining silk.
Aiba tries to hold back a snicker, but it comes out as a strangled cough. Suspicion confirmed, Jun’s eyes go wide. “Oh no. This. Is not. Going around my…” He can’t even finish the sentence.
Aiba steals another kiss, fingers still playing with the button on his pants. Jun lets Aiba kiss him for a few seconds but doesn’t allow himself to be distracted from his previous objection. He pulls out of the kiss reluctantly. “I will give you anything you want for your birthday… as long as you untie me and we take this to the bedroom.” He’s about to pull back when he has another thought. “And any ideas from that book stay out of the bedroom too.”
Aiba pouts for a moment and Jun peppers his face with kisses, tracing his cheekbone and pausing to nibble his ear. “Anything you want,” he repeats with a wicked grin. Aiba shivers at the words, causing a wave of satisfaction to flood Jun’s body. “Do we have a deal?”
Aiba can’t remove the restraints fast enough, leaving the silk and garland strewn about the dining room floor. Jun stretches, glad to be rid of the scratchy garland at least. He watches Aiba disappear into the bedroom and moves to follow. As an afterthought, Jun grabs the length of silk. The book has proven to be pretty much worthless but he might have use for this, at least.
To: kitkaos
From: santa_johnny
Title: Just Be Clumsy
Pairing/Group: Aiba Masaki/Matsumoto Jun
Rating: R
Warnings: (attempted) light bondage
Notes: Hello kitkaos! I ended up straying a bit from your prompt but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I enjoyed writing it for you. Thanks to my lovely beta. ♥ The title is from Jun’s solo “Naked.”
Summary: Aiba receives a questionable how-to book for Christmas and is determined to try it out with Jun as his unsuspecting test subject.
A rare day off in their hectic end of the year schedule, Jun’s enjoying a glass of wine while rereading his favorite novel. The sounds of his newest favorite album are quietly drifting through the apartment. He would have preferred to spend Christmas Eve with a certain birthday boy, but a surprise Christmas-slash-birthday party thrown by the Debikuro-kun cast had pulled Aiba away from their plans. And as much as he wanted to, Aiba couldn’t very well come out and say, ‘No thank you, I have plans with my very hot boyfriend.’
Aiba had apologized at least a hundred times before Jun finally pushed him out the door, telling him it was no big deal. They could reschedule their date to the next day, after they finish filming for Shiyagare.
Jun has just finished his second glass of wine when he hears a commotion at the door that couldn’t be anyone other than Aiba stumbling in. Jun glances at his watch. He hadn’t been expecting Aiba for another hour at least.
“Welcome back,” Jun calls out as he slides a bookmark to keep his page and sets the book aside. He looks up to see Aiba come through the doorway and drop his bag in the middle of the living room. His face is flushed from the cold (and probably more than a little alcohol) but he’s also beaming, with some ridiculous red and green Christmas garland wrapped around his neck like a scarf.
Jun unfolds himself from his spot on the couch and greets Aiba with a soft kiss. “Did you have fun?”
“Of course,” Aiba replies, wrapping an arm around Jun’s waist and pulling him close. “But I still think you should’ve come with.”
Jun shakes his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t want to take the spotlight away from the movie star,” he says, teasing, but tempers the words with another short kiss. Leaning closer, he brushes against the rough plastic garland and grimaces. “I think you can take that garland off now.”
Aiba laughs, then breaks it off, his eyes going wide. “That reminds me! Toma-kun got me a present!” He scampers off to his bag and motions for Jun to take a seat at one of the kitchen chairs.
He returns, triumphant, carrying a glittering gift bag. Before Jun realizes what’s happening, Aiba climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs to sit face-to-face. Without thinking, Jun wraps an arm around Aiba’s waist. Smiling, Aiba pulls a book from the gift bag; the cover is solid black except for some writing in what Jun assumes is English, but he can’t understand most of it, except for “The Art of…” something.
“He bought you a book in English?” Jun asks, eyebrows raised.
“Well, it’s not being sold in Japan,” Aiba replies with a laugh. “Toma-kun ordered it special from America because he thought I’d like it.” Aiba leans toward Jun’s ear and continues in a low voice, “He thought you’d enjoy it too.” Aiba’s words send chills down Jun’s spine.
Aiba cracks open the book to a random page and briefly lets Jun take a peek. “Look! There are pictures. We’ll be fine.” Jun leans forward to take a closer look at the the pages and Aiba snatches it away, but not before Jun realizes what the pictures are illustrating.
“He bought you a book about bondage??!” Jun’s voice reaches a pitch that he hasn’t achieved since puberty.
While he can’t deny that he has daydreamed about tying Aiba up and having his way with him, Jun never thought he would be on the receiving end of it. He doesn’t know what to make of this latest development.
Before Jun has a chance to weigh his options, Aiba is leaning in for a kiss and is wrapping his garland scarf around Jun’s arm. Sure the garland is just tinsel and string and wouldn’t hold up to Jun’s full strength but he can’t find the motivation to resist. He really likes the things that Aiba’s lips are doing at that moment.
Breaking the kiss, Aiba digs into the bag, pulling out an impossibly long length of black silk. “The limited edition came with this as a bonus,” he says, holding his prize up triumphantly. There’s a gleam in Aiba’s eyes that even Jun doesn’t dare protest…. much.
“Don’t leave any marks. We do have filming tomorrow,” Jun reminds the other, his eyebrows furrowing together.
Aiba only laughs. “I won’t leave any marks… or least none where they can be seen,” he promises. He steals a kiss before Jun can complain. The kiss ends almost as soon as it begins. Jun whines when Aiba breaks the kiss to consult that damn book again.
“I think you’re enjoying this more than you’ll admit,” Aiba teases. One hand caresses Jun’s shoulder while the other hand holds up the book. Aiba mumbles random English words that neither understand and he peers closer to look at a diagram.
Jun watches Aiba’s hand travel down his chest, ghosting over his stomach and Jun curses the fabric between them. The hand dips under the hem of Jun’s shirt to play with his navel and he shivers. Jun can’t tell if he’s more amused or aroused at the situation he has found himself in.
Jun frowns when the hand abandons its quest. He looks up just in time for Aiba to toss the book to the floor and wrap the silk around his shoulders, securing him to the back of the hard, wooden chair. Aiba double checks the knot and, content that it's secure, leans in to steal another kiss. The movement puts pressure on Jun’s cock. He chokes back a moan.
“You definitely like this,” Aiba announces with a mischievous grin. Jun wants to protest that it’s Aiba he likes but Aiba has swooped in for another kiss. It becomes a battle for domination, Jun trying to regain some form of control. Their tongues slide together deliciously and he drinks in Aiba’s quiet moans. Jun smiles into the kiss, thinking he may finally have the upper hand to get himself out of this, when Aiba pulls away.
Aiba can see right through him. “Don’t be so sure of yourself,” he warns, eyes narrowing. “At least not until you see what is next in the book.”
Jun’s stomach twists, but not unpleasantly. “And what would that be?” he retorts.
“Oh, you’ll see…” Aiba replies slyly. Jun watches silently as Aiba reaches for the remainder of the black silk. He grabs Jun’s free hand and loops it around his wrist once then pauses, trying to remember how to proceed from there. He glances towards the book, still lying half-open on the floor, and shrugs before continuing. Jun tries to steal a glance at the book, to see what may be in store for him, but it’s too far away.
“I’ll need your cooperation for this one,” Aiba says, hands on the waistband of Jun’s pants. Jun looks up, wondering whether or not to follow Aiba’s order. “Pants off, please.” Obviously, Jun has no complaints about that.
Jun is about to lift his buttocks to help Aiba remove his pants when he has a thought. “Wait a moment, where exactly is the rest of this going?” he asks, waving the remaining silk.
Aiba tries to hold back a snicker, but it comes out as a strangled cough. Suspicion confirmed, Jun’s eyes go wide. “Oh no. This. Is not. Going around my…” He can’t even finish the sentence.
Aiba steals another kiss, fingers still playing with the button on his pants. Jun lets Aiba kiss him for a few seconds but doesn’t allow himself to be distracted from his previous objection. He pulls out of the kiss reluctantly. “I will give you anything you want for your birthday… as long as you untie me and we take this to the bedroom.” He’s about to pull back when he has another thought. “And any ideas from that book stay out of the bedroom too.”
Aiba pouts for a moment and Jun peppers his face with kisses, tracing his cheekbone and pausing to nibble his ear. “Anything you want,” he repeats with a wicked grin. Aiba shivers at the words, causing a wave of satisfaction to flood Jun’s body. “Do we have a deal?”
Aiba can’t remove the restraints fast enough, leaving the silk and garland strewn about the dining room floor. Jun stretches, glad to be rid of the scratchy garland at least. He watches Aiba disappear into the bedroom and moves to follow. As an afterthought, Jun grabs the length of silk. The book has proven to be pretty much worthless but he might have use for this, at least.