Arashi Fic: Asking Nicely
Title: Asking Nicely
Author: Mitsuhachi
Pairing: Aiba/Jun
Rating: Hard R/ NC-17
Length:1,223
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with J-Storm or Arashi in any way, obviously don’t own the boys or even seriously think this is the sort of thing that really happens (Though I wouldn’t complain if it did-those boys are HOT).
Notes: This is a prequel to the other two stories I wrote, “On Sunday” and “Heart-to-heart”, the first in a loosely-connected series of porn-bits that will hopefully be working up to a full-blown Arashi-orgy eventually. They should all be fairly stand-alone, and you don’t need to read the others to enjoy one, but they will reference each other to a certain extent, in case anyone cares. :)
Jun was laid out, sprawled on the stone steps in between Aiba’s thighs, with his shirt hanging open and his throat bared by the way his head was leaning back against Aiba’s chest. “Mmm… Matsujun, sexy-sexy!” Aiba giggled in English, tugging on the sleeve of Jun’s shirt to pull it down over one shoulder.
The flash went off, painfully bright, and Jun lowered his chin a little, eyes fixed on the camera-lens. Aiba’s hand brushed up against his nipple as it trailed down his chest to rest against his hip. “What, Aiba-chan thinks I’m sexy? I’m not a girl, you know, no matter what they made us do when we were kids.”
Aiba lost it, curled over Jun’s bare shoulder to muffle helpless giggling against his skin. “Does that mean you won’t wear the schoolgirl outfit for me again?” he gasped, eyes sparkling. The camera flashed again; today’s photographer paused and then called out to his assistant to request a warmer light.
Jun elbowed his bandmate gently, sitting up more comfortably as the staff got the new lights set up, and pretended to think about it. “Only if you ask really nicely,” he replied after a minute, leering elaborately. Aiba started giggling again, draping himself over Jun’s back and using the cover to slip his fingers under the waistband of Jun’s pants.
“I could be very nice to you, if you’d let me, Jun,” Aiba purred, his voice roughening until he sounded like one of the big cats from his wilderness shows, and Jun was abruptly aware that he was in a crowded studio in the middle of a photo shoot, and that Aiba’s hand was about two inches away from where he could feel himself starting to get hard.
“Aiba, quit it. I thought you liked girls?” he said, shifting a little to put some space between them and trying to figure out a position in his tight pants that didn’t show off his erection quite so much.
“Mm…I do. They’re pretty, and fun,” Aiba breathed, pulling his fingers out of Jun’s pants just as the photographer turned back to them; Jun swallowed a strangled groan and completely missed what the man was saying. “But I like Mattsun more: the girls are awesome, but it’s Mattsun I want to hear come screaming my name.”
Jun was fairly certain that the rushing sound that blocked out the turmoil of the studio was his blood pulsing in his ears; his only reservation was a certain doubt he had any blood left that wasn’t pooled in his groin. After a few seconds, Aiba was standing, pulling him up by the fingers he’d laced together when they’d been sitting, and Jun found himself returning the photographer’s bow only by long-ingrained politeness, swallowing convulsively. “You want me to-”
“Come on, Jun-kun!” Aiba called, grinning and pulling Jun past a crowd of staff members earnestly apologizing for he had no idea what. Jun just nodded a lot and let himself be herded into the dressing room without a word. “Leader and the others have already gone home, and we still have to get changed!” Jun tugged the door shut behind them, enclosing them in a sudden silence, and leaned against it for a long moment to catch his bearings. Aiba watched him quietly, kneading his lip between his teeth while he waited. “I’m going to kiss you now, ok?” he asked finally.
Jun nodded to himself. “Yeah, do that,” he replied, reaching for the older boy only to have the breath knocked out of him with a soft “oof” as Aiba plowed into him, knocking him back against the wall head-first and sending his shirt fluttering to the floor. Aiba’s hand came back, cupping his cock loosely through his pants in an impossibly hot counterpoint to the cool tile against his bare back as Jun wrapped his arms around that skinny frame and rocked his hips up against the pressure. “Gods, yeah, do that.”
Aiba ran his tongue delicately along Jun’s bottom lip, worrying it with his teeth until Jun let out a heartfelt groan before leaning up a little bit to lick Jun’s nose too. Jun laughed a little breathlessly and reached down to flip open the top button on Aiba’s jeans, making the older boy gasp and push up to meet him.
“Ah! I forgot!” Aiba cried, bouncing away to fish around in the drawer of the makeup table, shimmying his slim hips to make his pants slip down. Jun crossed the distance between them in a few quick strides, fingers clenching on Aiba’s wiggling hips as the other boy finally crowed, “Found it!” and held up a tub of cold cream like it was the key to Shangri-La.
Jun plastered himself to Aiba’s back, pushing his cock into the space between Aiba’s cheeks and nuzzling his neck. “Come on, Jun,” Aiba whined, rolling his hips. “I wanna get my hands on your cock.” The older boy cocked his head like testing how the words sounded coming from his lips as Jun spun him around by the hips to face him, pulling Aiba down to line up his member with the taller boy’s.
“Together, ok?” Jun started, wondering if Aiba would be able to follow his meaning, but cut off but his breath hissing through his teeth as Aiba wrapped a hand slick with icy cream around both of their cocks. It warmed with the friction as they started to move though, Aiba pumping the shafts against each other while Jun rubbed dry fingers over the silky tips until they grew sticky and damp. “I want to move with you,” he whispered, tonguing Aiba’s ear, and then Aiba was shuddering against him, mumbling incoherently under his breath, and Jun could feel his balls drawing tight when he pulled Aiba close and fastened his teeth on Aiba’s neck and came in thick white bursts against Aiba’s stomach so hard black spots colored his vision.
When he came back to himself, his bandmate was pressed against him, thin body shaking fitfully. “Jun… please, just… A little…” the other boy gasped out, continuing to thrust against Jun’s too-sensitive flesh.
‘I’ve got you,” Jun murmured, tightening his fingers hard around Aiba’s long cock and reaching around to squeeze Aiba’s ass with his free hand. “Look so good, Masaki. Gods. I wanna see you come, now. Wanna hear it when you lose it-”
“Me too, I want it, Jun, I-” Aiba’s eyes snapped open, looking almost surprised when his orgasm washed over him, gaze fixed on Jun as his body arched back. Jun held him up as his knees buckled, and brushed their noses together tenderly, waiting for the shivering to slow.
“So,” he started, when it looked like Aiba would be able to stand on his own. “Is this the part where I should ask if I can get you some dinner?” Aiba just trailed his fingers contentedly through the mess on his stomach and smirked up at Jun through his eyelashes.
“Well, you could do that… Or we could go back to my place and you could try on that schoolgirl outfit after all.” Jun cuffed him in this head for that little suggestion, but Aiba noticed that, as Jun busied himself with getting them cleaned up and dressed enough to get home, he never actually refused.
Author: Mitsuhachi
Pairing: Aiba/Jun
Rating: Hard R/ NC-17
Length:1,223
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with J-Storm or Arashi in any way, obviously don’t own the boys or even seriously think this is the sort of thing that really happens (Though I wouldn’t complain if it did-those boys are HOT).
Notes: This is a prequel to the other two stories I wrote, “On Sunday” and “Heart-to-heart”, the first in a loosely-connected series of porn-bits that will hopefully be working up to a full-blown Arashi-orgy eventually. They should all be fairly stand-alone, and you don’t need to read the others to enjoy one, but they will reference each other to a certain extent, in case anyone cares. :)
Jun was laid out, sprawled on the stone steps in between Aiba’s thighs, with his shirt hanging open and his throat bared by the way his head was leaning back against Aiba’s chest. “Mmm… Matsujun, sexy-sexy!” Aiba giggled in English, tugging on the sleeve of Jun’s shirt to pull it down over one shoulder.
The flash went off, painfully bright, and Jun lowered his chin a little, eyes fixed on the camera-lens. Aiba’s hand brushed up against his nipple as it trailed down his chest to rest against his hip. “What, Aiba-chan thinks I’m sexy? I’m not a girl, you know, no matter what they made us do when we were kids.”
Aiba lost it, curled over Jun’s bare shoulder to muffle helpless giggling against his skin. “Does that mean you won’t wear the schoolgirl outfit for me again?” he gasped, eyes sparkling. The camera flashed again; today’s photographer paused and then called out to his assistant to request a warmer light.
Jun elbowed his bandmate gently, sitting up more comfortably as the staff got the new lights set up, and pretended to think about it. “Only if you ask really nicely,” he replied after a minute, leering elaborately. Aiba started giggling again, draping himself over Jun’s back and using the cover to slip his fingers under the waistband of Jun’s pants.
“I could be very nice to you, if you’d let me, Jun,” Aiba purred, his voice roughening until he sounded like one of the big cats from his wilderness shows, and Jun was abruptly aware that he was in a crowded studio in the middle of a photo shoot, and that Aiba’s hand was about two inches away from where he could feel himself starting to get hard.
“Aiba, quit it. I thought you liked girls?” he said, shifting a little to put some space between them and trying to figure out a position in his tight pants that didn’t show off his erection quite so much.
“Mm…I do. They’re pretty, and fun,” Aiba breathed, pulling his fingers out of Jun’s pants just as the photographer turned back to them; Jun swallowed a strangled groan and completely missed what the man was saying. “But I like Mattsun more: the girls are awesome, but it’s Mattsun I want to hear come screaming my name.”
Jun was fairly certain that the rushing sound that blocked out the turmoil of the studio was his blood pulsing in his ears; his only reservation was a certain doubt he had any blood left that wasn’t pooled in his groin. After a few seconds, Aiba was standing, pulling him up by the fingers he’d laced together when they’d been sitting, and Jun found himself returning the photographer’s bow only by long-ingrained politeness, swallowing convulsively. “You want me to-”
“Come on, Jun-kun!” Aiba called, grinning and pulling Jun past a crowd of staff members earnestly apologizing for he had no idea what. Jun just nodded a lot and let himself be herded into the dressing room without a word. “Leader and the others have already gone home, and we still have to get changed!” Jun tugged the door shut behind them, enclosing them in a sudden silence, and leaned against it for a long moment to catch his bearings. Aiba watched him quietly, kneading his lip between his teeth while he waited. “I’m going to kiss you now, ok?” he asked finally.
Jun nodded to himself. “Yeah, do that,” he replied, reaching for the older boy only to have the breath knocked out of him with a soft “oof” as Aiba plowed into him, knocking him back against the wall head-first and sending his shirt fluttering to the floor. Aiba’s hand came back, cupping his cock loosely through his pants in an impossibly hot counterpoint to the cool tile against his bare back as Jun wrapped his arms around that skinny frame and rocked his hips up against the pressure. “Gods, yeah, do that.”
Aiba ran his tongue delicately along Jun’s bottom lip, worrying it with his teeth until Jun let out a heartfelt groan before leaning up a little bit to lick Jun’s nose too. Jun laughed a little breathlessly and reached down to flip open the top button on Aiba’s jeans, making the older boy gasp and push up to meet him.
“Ah! I forgot!” Aiba cried, bouncing away to fish around in the drawer of the makeup table, shimmying his slim hips to make his pants slip down. Jun crossed the distance between them in a few quick strides, fingers clenching on Aiba’s wiggling hips as the other boy finally crowed, “Found it!” and held up a tub of cold cream like it was the key to Shangri-La.
Jun plastered himself to Aiba’s back, pushing his cock into the space between Aiba’s cheeks and nuzzling his neck. “Come on, Jun,” Aiba whined, rolling his hips. “I wanna get my hands on your cock.” The older boy cocked his head like testing how the words sounded coming from his lips as Jun spun him around by the hips to face him, pulling Aiba down to line up his member with the taller boy’s.
“Together, ok?” Jun started, wondering if Aiba would be able to follow his meaning, but cut off but his breath hissing through his teeth as Aiba wrapped a hand slick with icy cream around both of their cocks. It warmed with the friction as they started to move though, Aiba pumping the shafts against each other while Jun rubbed dry fingers over the silky tips until they grew sticky and damp. “I want to move with you,” he whispered, tonguing Aiba’s ear, and then Aiba was shuddering against him, mumbling incoherently under his breath, and Jun could feel his balls drawing tight when he pulled Aiba close and fastened his teeth on Aiba’s neck and came in thick white bursts against Aiba’s stomach so hard black spots colored his vision.
When he came back to himself, his bandmate was pressed against him, thin body shaking fitfully. “Jun… please, just… A little…” the other boy gasped out, continuing to thrust against Jun’s too-sensitive flesh.
‘I’ve got you,” Jun murmured, tightening his fingers hard around Aiba’s long cock and reaching around to squeeze Aiba’s ass with his free hand. “Look so good, Masaki. Gods. I wanna see you come, now. Wanna hear it when you lose it-”
“Me too, I want it, Jun, I-” Aiba’s eyes snapped open, looking almost surprised when his orgasm washed over him, gaze fixed on Jun as his body arched back. Jun held him up as his knees buckled, and brushed their noses together tenderly, waiting for the shivering to slow.
“So,” he started, when it looked like Aiba would be able to stand on his own. “Is this the part where I should ask if I can get you some dinner?” Aiba just trailed his fingers contentedly through the mess on his stomach and smirked up at Jun through his eyelashes.
“Well, you could do that… Or we could go back to my place and you could try on that schoolgirl outfit after all.” Jun cuffed him in this head for that little suggestion, but Aiba noticed that, as Jun busied himself with getting them cleaned up and dressed enough to get home, he never actually refused.