9 tiny aiba/jun drabbles [arashi rps]
"I love you," Aiba sighs as Jun hands him the cold pack, pressing it down on his forehead. "Ah, ah, ow."
"Do you?" Jun asks, only realizing after Aiba peeks out from under the coldpack, looking surprised, that it had probably sounded more soft and wistful than sarcastic. He can't look at Aiba suddenly. "I didn't mean." He fiddles with the cuff button of his shirt. "I -" He really can't make it much worse, can he? "You shouldn't - just don't say things you don't mean."
"But I do," Aiba murmurs, voice low and thoughtful.
Jun's fingers slip and his cuff comes undone. "Did you want another pillow?" he asks briskly, standing up to put as much distance between himself and the couch and Aiba as possible.
*
Jun points out to him later, in between smacks on the head, using his driest, most sarcastic tone to convey his displeasure with Aiba, that what had Aiba meant to do anyways, catch him and the last thing they had needed was two members in body casts, and didn't he know that Jun was okay as long as he held tight to the other wire while they brought him down, and how you nearly killed three Juniors trying to get on that stage, Masaki, you're such an idiot -
And Aiba, who can see Jun's badly shaking hands and hear the catch in his voice, gets under Jun's next smack and holds him tightly, sighing happily against Jun's shoulder as Jun melts reluctantly into the hug.
*
"I think Nino has his hand down Leader's pants," Aiba says, enthralled, and Jun has to hit him, because seeing it is disgusting enough.
*
After all these years and filming so many dramas, Jun thought he was pretty good at coping with the havoc that a drama wrought on his life - sure, he didn't sleep much, and sometimes he subsisted on black coffee and nerves and takeout - which was fine, he wasn't that picky about food, but he did miss winter, with his slow cooker stews and breakfast yogurt shakes and reasonably slower-paced schedule.
He never really got used to how having a drama sometimes made him feel like a visitor in his own group, though - it was better since he wasn't the only one doing it this time, Sho and Nino were in and out just as much as he was - but Jun missed leisurely spending breaks together, time for meaningless conversations and shared manga, dinners out and drinking late into the night.
Aiba visits him on set one day, wrapped in a fashionable grey scarf and carrying some homemade soup from his mother. "She really likes the new drama," he explains, as Jun heats up the soup. "I think you made her cry."
The soup is delicious, sending a warm fire through Jun's body, but the hug that Aiba gives him before Jun has to go on standby is just as warm, and Jun clings to that feeling, knowing that it will continue to carry him through the weeks ahead.
*
Jun really doesn't know he got stuck supervising canoeing with Aiba - the Owl's Nest is right next to Kitten Cranny (Ninomiya still snickers every time he sees Jun inspecting his "kittens" like it's the funniest thing ever), but he suspects that Johnny wants someone who will be able to watch Aiba closely enough to make sure there's no repeat of the archery incident from last summer.
Besides, Jun doesn't (and this is a pathetic thing for someone whose job it is to work with children to admit), he's still really uneasy around kids and he envies Aiba's warm ease with the campers. He tells Ohno so, hiding out in the cool dim light of the crafts cabin while Sho and Nino are taking the kids on a hike.
Ohno blinks, fixated on his macaroni sculpture. "He's pretty carefree, Aiba-chan. The kids like him." He dabs on some white glue on what looks like the figure's head and adds a bright blue feather, sticking up straight. "But the kids like Matsujun because they know they're safe with him. You take good care of them."
"Oh," Jun says. He doesn't think that's entirely true, but it makes him feel warm all over to hear Ohno say that.
"You make a pretty good team, you and Aiba-chan," Ohno says.
Jun does his best to remember those words as he's yelling at Aiba that if really feels the need to experiment to see if a canoe will flip just like a kayak, to do it without kids in the canoe.
*
It isn't hard to feel happy, lying down in an endless sea of bright yellow flowers, their heavy heads swaying in the breeze and faces tilted up towards the sun. Aiba is warm all along his side, curled up into the curve of Jun's body, with a soft, sleepy smile. Jun shifts slightly so he can watch Aiba better, leans their faces closer together, because Aiba is like the sun, and it's impossible not to gravitate to him.
*
"Those are Nino's underwear, aren't they?" Jun asks as Aiba turns around to check his outfit in the dressing room mirror.
"Hm?" Aiba tugs up the belt trying in vain to hold his pants to his slim hips and turns again. "No, I think they're mine."
"No, they're definitely," Jun knows that they are Nino's, because the little fucker was definitely wearing those last month when he and Ohno had... " - you know what, never mind."
"You want to check the tag?" Aiba asks innocently.
In all honesty, Jun felt that he totally deserved that smack, even if Aiba complained loudly to the interviewers that he was bleeding from the head from Matsujun's rings later.
*
It's hard to not get carried away in the rush of excitement just before the concert starts, when they can almost hear the thunder and rumble of the crowds in the hall above and they're all waiting, just waiting - Aiba's hands are careful and sure for once, and Jun waits patiently, watching in the mirror while Aiba carefully paints smooth lines against his arm, a bright purple character that says everything that needs to be said, feelings held within brushstrokes.
*
It isn't fair, Jun thinks, that the new guy has been on the job less than two days and he's already been pushed into all of the busiest sales shifts while the boss makes Jun work on unloading the boxes of corn from the truck.
It isn't that he really knows the local produce, or even that he's good on cash (actually, numbers seem to leak out of his mind like Jun's insults, he still smiles at Jun brightly even when Jun glowers at him). It's just because he's. Well.
Well, he's cute.
"Raspberries!" Aiba chirps, as a gaggle of middle-aged female customers giggle. "Want to try one?" He pops one into his mouth, swirling it around his mouth with a look of bliss. "Mmm, they're really juicy. Matsujun should try one," he adds, as Jun drags a crate to the front table.
"I don't wa - " Jun begins crankily, but he gets cut off by Aiba shoving the raspberry in his mouth with his fingers. The crowd of ladies giggle and sigh, and Matsujun blinks as their stock of raspberries disappears in quick succession.
Aiba winks at him as he rings up the orders. "Tastes good?" he asks slyly.
Jun samples another berry. It's sweet and dark red, full of juice and tangy - but there's something missing and he watches Aiba lick his own fingers, thinking uncomfortably that he knows exactly what it might be.
"Do you?" Jun asks, only realizing after Aiba peeks out from under the coldpack, looking surprised, that it had probably sounded more soft and wistful than sarcastic. He can't look at Aiba suddenly. "I didn't mean." He fiddles with the cuff button of his shirt. "I -" He really can't make it much worse, can he? "You shouldn't - just don't say things you don't mean."
"But I do," Aiba murmurs, voice low and thoughtful.
Jun's fingers slip and his cuff comes undone. "Did you want another pillow?" he asks briskly, standing up to put as much distance between himself and the couch and Aiba as possible.
*
Jun points out to him later, in between smacks on the head, using his driest, most sarcastic tone to convey his displeasure with Aiba, that what had Aiba meant to do anyways, catch him and the last thing they had needed was two members in body casts, and didn't he know that Jun was okay as long as he held tight to the other wire while they brought him down, and how you nearly killed three Juniors trying to get on that stage, Masaki, you're such an idiot -
And Aiba, who can see Jun's badly shaking hands and hear the catch in his voice, gets under Jun's next smack and holds him tightly, sighing happily against Jun's shoulder as Jun melts reluctantly into the hug.
*
"I think Nino has his hand down Leader's pants," Aiba says, enthralled, and Jun has to hit him, because seeing it is disgusting enough.
*
After all these years and filming so many dramas, Jun thought he was pretty good at coping with the havoc that a drama wrought on his life - sure, he didn't sleep much, and sometimes he subsisted on black coffee and nerves and takeout - which was fine, he wasn't that picky about food, but he did miss winter, with his slow cooker stews and breakfast yogurt shakes and reasonably slower-paced schedule.
He never really got used to how having a drama sometimes made him feel like a visitor in his own group, though - it was better since he wasn't the only one doing it this time, Sho and Nino were in and out just as much as he was - but Jun missed leisurely spending breaks together, time for meaningless conversations and shared manga, dinners out and drinking late into the night.
Aiba visits him on set one day, wrapped in a fashionable grey scarf and carrying some homemade soup from his mother. "She really likes the new drama," he explains, as Jun heats up the soup. "I think you made her cry."
The soup is delicious, sending a warm fire through Jun's body, but the hug that Aiba gives him before Jun has to go on standby is just as warm, and Jun clings to that feeling, knowing that it will continue to carry him through the weeks ahead.
*
Jun really doesn't know he got stuck supervising canoeing with Aiba - the Owl's Nest is right next to Kitten Cranny (Ninomiya still snickers every time he sees Jun inspecting his "kittens" like it's the funniest thing ever), but he suspects that Johnny wants someone who will be able to watch Aiba closely enough to make sure there's no repeat of the archery incident from last summer.
Besides, Jun doesn't (and this is a pathetic thing for someone whose job it is to work with children to admit), he's still really uneasy around kids and he envies Aiba's warm ease with the campers. He tells Ohno so, hiding out in the cool dim light of the crafts cabin while Sho and Nino are taking the kids on a hike.
Ohno blinks, fixated on his macaroni sculpture. "He's pretty carefree, Aiba-chan. The kids like him." He dabs on some white glue on what looks like the figure's head and adds a bright blue feather, sticking up straight. "But the kids like Matsujun because they know they're safe with him. You take good care of them."
"Oh," Jun says. He doesn't think that's entirely true, but it makes him feel warm all over to hear Ohno say that.
"You make a pretty good team, you and Aiba-chan," Ohno says.
Jun does his best to remember those words as he's yelling at Aiba that if really feels the need to experiment to see if a canoe will flip just like a kayak, to do it without kids in the canoe.
*
It isn't hard to feel happy, lying down in an endless sea of bright yellow flowers, their heavy heads swaying in the breeze and faces tilted up towards the sun. Aiba is warm all along his side, curled up into the curve of Jun's body, with a soft, sleepy smile. Jun shifts slightly so he can watch Aiba better, leans their faces closer together, because Aiba is like the sun, and it's impossible not to gravitate to him.
*
"Those are Nino's underwear, aren't they?" Jun asks as Aiba turns around to check his outfit in the dressing room mirror.
"Hm?" Aiba tugs up the belt trying in vain to hold his pants to his slim hips and turns again. "No, I think they're mine."
"No, they're definitely," Jun knows that they are Nino's, because the little fucker was definitely wearing those last month when he and Ohno had... " - you know what, never mind."
"You want to check the tag?" Aiba asks innocently.
In all honesty, Jun felt that he totally deserved that smack, even if Aiba complained loudly to the interviewers that he was bleeding from the head from Matsujun's rings later.
*
It's hard to not get carried away in the rush of excitement just before the concert starts, when they can almost hear the thunder and rumble of the crowds in the hall above and they're all waiting, just waiting - Aiba's hands are careful and sure for once, and Jun waits patiently, watching in the mirror while Aiba carefully paints smooth lines against his arm, a bright purple character that says everything that needs to be said, feelings held within brushstrokes.
*
It isn't fair, Jun thinks, that the new guy has been on the job less than two days and he's already been pushed into all of the busiest sales shifts while the boss makes Jun work on unloading the boxes of corn from the truck.
It isn't that he really knows the local produce, or even that he's good on cash (actually, numbers seem to leak out of his mind like Jun's insults, he still smiles at Jun brightly even when Jun glowers at him). It's just because he's. Well.
Well, he's cute.
"Raspberries!" Aiba chirps, as a gaggle of middle-aged female customers giggle. "Want to try one?" He pops one into his mouth, swirling it around his mouth with a look of bliss. "Mmm, they're really juicy. Matsujun should try one," he adds, as Jun drags a crate to the front table.
"I don't wa - " Jun begins crankily, but he gets cut off by Aiba shoving the raspberry in his mouth with his fingers. The crowd of ladies giggle and sigh, and Matsujun blinks as their stock of raspberries disappears in quick succession.
Aiba winks at him as he rings up the orders. "Tastes good?" he asks slyly.
Jun samples another berry. It's sweet and dark red, full of juice and tangy - but there's something missing and he watches Aiba lick his own fingers, thinking uncomfortably that he knows exactly what it might be.