And Then I'm Gone
TITLE: And Then I'm gone
CHAPTER: OS
PAIRING: Matsumoto x Aiba
RATING: NC17!
SUMMARY: Aiba knew he was being followed, and he was already in the process of losing the man sent after him.
Aiba knew he was being followed, and he was already in the process of losing the man sent after him.
He didn't understand why what he'd done was so bad. The girl had been the one to come on to him; he just went along with her.
How the fuck was he supposed to know that the woman had a boyfriend who was the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in Tokyo?
He didn't blame her for coming to him. Her boyfriend was an ugly son of a bitch, with a temper to match. Aiba however, was very good looking, with what he liked to think of as a captivating personality. Girls (and guys) loved him and he couldn't help it.. So he embraced it, along with any offers that came his way; male or female.
However, his charms would most definitely not work on whoever was sent after him. If he was caught, he would probably be castrated, and then thrown into the harbour with his balls as earrings and concrete as boots.
Aiba shuddered at the thought and glanced around him. He hadn't seen his pursuers face, but had seen dark wavy hair and a pair of aviator sunglasses. There was no one fitting that description around, so he hopped on the train and found a private booth to hide in until the train started. It was a night journey to the other end of Japan, so if he managed to pull this off, he would be safe.
As the train pulled off with a jerk, Aiba relaxed, stretching out his legs and releasing a sigh of relief.
"Bold move,"
Aiba almost leapt out of his skin when a deep voice filled the cabin. The door was open, and leaning casually against the frame was a tall man with aviator sunglasses and a shock of dark, wavy hair.
"The train started just as I found you,"
The man entered the booth fully, shutting the door behind him. Aiba couldn't help but admire the mans full lips, even as he flattened himself against the wall.
"No no," the man said, "Please relax. After all, we have the whole of tonight and tomorrow together on this train,"
"You're..."
"Yup,"
"Ah, shit,"
"Shit, indeed,"
The man sat down opposite to him and pulled his glasses off.
Aiba gulped as his eyes roamed around the mans face. He had insanely handsome yet defined features, with wonderful, intense eyes that made Aiba want to just stare into them despite the situation he was in.
He continued to stare at the man as his brain came up with various ways to get rid of him.
"Tell me, Aiba Masaki, aged twenty-five, son of a chef specializing in Chinese cuisine, are you hoping to give me the slip when we arrive at the station tomorrow morning? I hope you aren't making escape plans. I wouldn't want to damage your pretty face,"
"You think I'm pretty?" Aiba beamed, all previous thoughts of escaping trickling from his mind. At least his captor had good taste in men.
"It's a figure of speech," the man sighed, "And aren't you supposed to be freaked out that I know everything about you?"
Aiba shrugged "Most people know a lot about me. I mean, with my face and body, I'm almost a celebrity!"
The man rolled his eyes, "You are more of a narcissist than I thought you'd be," he muttered.
Aiba shrugged, "I've just accepted the truth about myself,"
"I don't think I can stand being in this booth with you for 24 hours,"
"Feel free to leave," Aiba said, "I'll hold the door open for you if you want,"
"Not a chance. Don't try to make me leave,"
"Worth a try,"
The man put his sunglasses back over his eyes and settled into the seat.
Aiba fiddled with his phone for a while, constantly glancing up at the man opposite him.
He started daydreaming, and suddenly got the image of those full lips locked against his own as their hips moved together as one.
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, before looking up.
"Hey," he said, "What's your name?"
"You don't need to know," came the immediate reply.
Aiba tried pouting. It always worked when he wanted something; no one could resist his eyes.
"Not going to work," The man said, a slight smirk playing on his wonderful lips.
"You're a tough fucker," Aiba said.
"I have to be,"
"Please? Come on, we're going to spend 24 hours together, I want to know what to-" scream "-call you,"
Why the hell was he thinking such erotic things about this man? Aiba knew that his handsome captor would be dragging his fine ass back to Tokyo so he could be neutered and drowned.. But he still wanted to get down (on his knees) and dirty with him.
He was losing it. There was that old saying that too much sex could cause madness, but Aiba never believed it.
The man once again pulled his sunglasses off and ran a hand through his soft hair. Aiba thought briefly that he would like to grip that hair while he climaxed, but the man's voice tore him from that fantasy.
"Fine. My name is Jun,"
"Jun. I like it. Surname?"
"You don't get to know,"
Aiba pouted but then grinned, "First name is more intimate anyway,"
Jun put his sunglasses back on and relaxed into the seat. He didn't move for about half an hour, and Aiba found himself leaning forward in his seat, getting closer and closer to his captor. When he was seated next to Jun, their faces only inches apart, Jun spoke.
"I'm armed, by the way. Don't try anything stupid or you'll get a gun shoved in your mouth,"
Well, wasn’t that a turn on? Except Aiba would rather have something else shoved in his mouth..
"Why are you blushing?" Jun said, leaning away from Aiba.
"Because that's actually quite a turn on," he said seductively, moving with Jun when he leant backwards.
"It's a turn on to have a gun in your mouth?!"
"Not if I imagine it to be something.." Aiba's eyes flickered down to Jun's lap and then back up again, ".. Else,"
Jun cleared his throat and shuffled a bit further down the seat. Aiba, finally deciding that he would seduce his captor, followed.
"Aiba, you need to put your ass on the other side of the cabin, or I'll make you move it,"
"Is that a threat or an invitation?" Aiba purred, moving with Jun until he was pressed into the wall with nowhere to go; unless he wanted to climb over Aiba.
"It was a th.. Threat," Jun stammered, starting to lose his cool.
Aiba couldn't help but think that Jun was so adorable; with his plump lips and slightly flushed cheeks.
"Are you blushing because you like where we're heading?" he asked with a smile.
"I'm not blushing!"
"Ever had sex with a guy?" Aiba asked, reaching out and gently pulling Jun's glasses from his face. Jun shook his head, his eyes wide.
"Want to?" Aiba breathed, moving his lips closer to Jun's. He wanted to taste those lips so badly, but he didn't want to push his luck. He was already being a pushy fucker.
Jun's splutter was cut off when Aiba really couldn't control himself anymore. He threw himself onto Jun's lap, pressing their lips together for a wonderful yet brief meeting.
"Don't worry," He gasped, pulling back and getting to his feet, "I'm always prepared,"
Aiba made a huge show of turning around and bending over slowly to reach into his bag.
When he heard his captor audibly gulp, he smiled triumphantly to himself. He retrieved what he was after and stood up slowly, glad that he was wearing jeans tight enough to show off his assets, but loose enough to move in.
When he turned back to Jun, the man was still where Aiba had left him; squashed wide eyed into the corner. Clearing his throat, Jun relaxed and sat up.
"Look, I don't know what you're playing at, but-"
"You liked the feel of my lips," Aiba stated with a small smirk, "You liked how they tasted,"
"Don't be stu-"
"If you didn't, you would have pushed me off," his eyes roamed down Jun's body, lingering in his crotch. Jun blushed and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide himself.
"Are you blushing because you've been found out, or because you forgot you had a gun?"
Before Jun could answer, Aiba swept towards him, slamming both his shoulders into the back of the bench and pinning him there.
Before Jun could speak, Aiba leant into his ear.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he breathed, before straddling his captors lap and taking his lips in a hard kiss.
Jun's grunt of surprise came out muffled, but when Aiba's tongue began to stroke at his lips, asking for entrance, he was shocked when he parted his lips.
Aiba moaned in approval, pulling Jun's arms around his waist. He slowly slid his arms up Jun's chest and around his neck, threading his fingers into the thick dark curls.
Aiba could feel his obvious arousal begging for attention, and rotated his hips into Jun's stomach.
Jun pulled away abruptly with a gasp.
"I.. I.. Wait!" he stammered, blinking rapidly as if he were coming to his senses, "What are you doing? This.. No, you're not supposed to-"
"You want me to stop?" Aiba pouted, releasing his grip on Jun's hair.
When Jun looked at him, he felt triumph well up in his chest. He looked hot right now, and he knew it; lips a little swollen from kissing, face slightly flushed and eyes full of hunger. He knew that Jun also thought he was hot.
"I.. Uh.."
"Tell me the truth, Jun" he breathed seductively with another rotation of his hips. He could feel Jun swelling up underneath him, so no words from his captors mouth could deny that he was enjoying this - at least a little.
"Uh.. This wasn't supposed to happen," he muttered, glancing away, "I was supposed to bring you in, not sleep with you,"
"How about I let you in, instead?" Aiba nibbled at Jun's earlobe, making the man shudder.
Aiba felt rather than saw the slight incline of Jun's head, and his whole body roared with need.
"Fuckin' right!" he exclaimed, catching the mans lips hard.
This time, Jun let himself go completely; his hips rising and falling with Aiba's, tongues wrestling and fingers gripping.
Aiba moaned loudly and tightened his grip on Jun's neck, before slowly sliding backwards, their lips still connected.
"Ah! Wait!" Jun cried as Aiba hit the floor on his knees and went for his trousers.
"Why?" Aiba growled, fighting to get past Jun's hands and into his boxers.
"What if someone comes?"
"That's good," Aiba tutted, "But not too early, okay? I want you in my ass after I've suc-"
"That's not what I meant!" Jun snapped, "I meant the staff on the train,"
Aiba sat back on his heels and reached out to the door. He clicked the lock in place and looked at Jun, slightly annoyed. He'd wanted to be on his knees between his captors legs for a while now, and constantly being denied was making him cranky.
"Happy?" he asked, "Can I get back to sending you to a very happy place now?"
"H.. Happy place?" Jun stammered. Aiba smiled triumphantly when he managed to get past the barricade formed by Jun's hands and into his trousers. Jun let out a squeak of protest - until Aiba’s hands grasped him firmly, turning the squeak into a moan.
"Marvellous," Aiba said, his eyes sparkling, "I think I'll have a taste.."
"Oh.. God!" Jun moaned as Aiba took him slowly to the back of his throat.
"Call me Masaki," Aiba mumbled around the length in his mouth, making Jun moan again.
Aiba's fingers gripped at Jun's hips tightly. He tasted even better than he thought he would, and although he didn't want it to end so quickly, he was finding it hard not to finish him as fast as he could.
When he noticed Jun watching him, Aiba rotated his hips seductively and let him fall from his mouth slowly.
He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers, before kicking them free of one leg and climbing onto the seat beside Jun. On his knees, he leant forward, pressing his lips gently onto Jun’s jawbone.
“How do you want me? On my back? Hands and knees? How about I ride you?”
Jun’s mouth dropped open and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Aiba smirked and climbed onto his captors lap. He leant forward and licked his way up Jun’s neck and to his jaw, “How about I get prepared first, and then you can decide?”
Jun moaned quietly when Aiba rotated his hips down, and the captive smirked when strong hands found his thighs.
“Just.. Hurry up,” Jun hissed.
Aiba nipped at Jun’s earlobe, “Fuckin’ right I will,”
A few moments later, Jun was wearing a condom and was completely lubed up by Aiba’s persistent hands.
Aiba could feel Jun trembling underneath him, and could tell that he was close to snapping.
“Jun,” He breathed, “How do you want me- woah!”
Aiba was suddenly flat on his back on the soft train seat, his legs in the air either side of Jun’s body and his hands pinned above his head.
“You’re a fucker, you know that?” Jun growled.
“Yeah. But I’m a good one,” Aiba taunted, wriggling his hips.
Jun shifted his weight so that Aiba’s leg was pinned to the back of the seat. He moved his other hand to Aiba’s free leg, lifting it and hooking it over his shoulder.
“You’ve don’t nothing but wind me up for the past hour or so,” Jun continued, tightening his grip on Aiba’s wrists.
“You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it,” Aiba smiled, lifting his head and staring down at Jun’s ready arousal.
Jun narrowed his eyes and let go of Aiba’s thigh in favour of guiding himself forward. Once in position, his hand returned to Aiba’s leg, stretching it out to the side.
Aiba let out a throaty groan as Jun finally pushed forwards, his back arching from the sensation of being stretched.
“About fucking time!” He cried, trying to move himself against Jun. Jun held him still and quickly set a fast pace, their hips smacking together loudly, filling the room with a rhythmic thumping and sharp cries of pleasure from Aiba.
Jun relaxed his grip on Aiba’s thigh and leant forward, burying his face in Aiba’s neck, not faltering in his pounding. Aiba quickly wrapped his free leg around Jun’s slim hips and began to meet Jun’s thrusts by lifting his own hips.
Jun let out a moan when he found Aiba’s spot and caused his captive to tighten around him. Quickly, the rhythm changed dramatically. Jun released Aiba’s hands, and one instantly went into his hair, gripping hard and holding his face into his neck. Aiba’s other hand moved south to grip at himself.
“Oh… God!“ Jun cried, slamming forward hard and letting himself go. His entire body trembled and his eyes were squeezed shut so tight it surprised him a little when he was able to open them again.
Aiba quickly followed, his back arching with a shaky groan as he released over his hand.
Once the two bodies relaxed, Jun pulled out very slowly, and collapsed backwards onto the seat. Aiba struggled to sit up, and shook his hand onto the floor.
“Well, thanks for that,” He said, swinging his legs to the side and pulling his boxers and jeans back on. Jun stared at him for a moment and shook his head, before following suit.
“I cannot believe I just did that,” He muttered.
“I can,” Aiba said, “My ass hurts, and that’s proof enough of great sex. Besides, you loved it,”
Jun scowled and retrieved his sunglasses from the floor. He slid them into place and checked his watch, “Two hours until we arrive,” He said.
“Great. Time for a nap,” Aiba grinned, clapping his hands and flopping onto the bench next to Jun. He grabbed his arm and snuggled into his side.
“Then another twelve hours back,” Jun finished.
“The joys. Can’t wait,” Aiba muttered sarcastically.
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“Where is he?” Jun’s boss yelled, launching an ash tray across the room. Jun ducked just as the chunk of glass skimmed the top of his head.
“Long gone,” Jun said, straightening him up, “I think he got on a train and went south, or something,”
“Well, find him!” The boss screamed, “Don’t come back until you do!”
“Gotcha,” Jun said, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and leaving the house. He stuck his hand in his pocket when he was outside and held it to his ear.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Had to finish up some business. I’m heading to the station now,”
“Well, hurry up, Jun. My ass misses you,”
“Tell me why I didn’t bring you in?” Jun grumbled into the receiver.
“Because I gave you good head and even better sex?” Came the reply, “You fell in love with my beauty and wonderful charms?“
“What the hell have I gotten myself into?” Jun sighed.
“Me! Anyway, please hurry up!”
“I’ll see you in twelve hours, Masaki,” Jun said.
“Try and make the train go faster, I miss you,” Aiba replied.
Jun laughed, “Alright, I’ll do my best. Later,”
As he hung up, Jun could already picture Aiba waiting for him, and picked up the pace to the station to get going.
He couldn’t wait to force the train driver to try and cut the journey time in half so he could see his captive again.
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THE END!
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I hope you liked it :3
A more personal AN... My cousin passed away on Friday so I might not be around writing fics for a week or two.. which means it might be a while until I post. I might have inspiration and write to keep my mind off things.. but just so you don't think I've fallen into a well and drowned ^^
I thought I'd post this seeing as I've finished it :3
CHAPTER: OS
PAIRING: Matsumoto x Aiba
RATING: NC17!
SUMMARY: Aiba knew he was being followed, and he was already in the process of losing the man sent after him.
Aiba knew he was being followed, and he was already in the process of losing the man sent after him.
He didn't understand why what he'd done was so bad. The girl had been the one to come on to him; he just went along with her.
How the fuck was he supposed to know that the woman had a boyfriend who was the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in Tokyo?
He didn't blame her for coming to him. Her boyfriend was an ugly son of a bitch, with a temper to match. Aiba however, was very good looking, with what he liked to think of as a captivating personality. Girls (and guys) loved him and he couldn't help it.. So he embraced it, along with any offers that came his way; male or female.
However, his charms would most definitely not work on whoever was sent after him. If he was caught, he would probably be castrated, and then thrown into the harbour with his balls as earrings and concrete as boots.
Aiba shuddered at the thought and glanced around him. He hadn't seen his pursuers face, but had seen dark wavy hair and a pair of aviator sunglasses. There was no one fitting that description around, so he hopped on the train and found a private booth to hide in until the train started. It was a night journey to the other end of Japan, so if he managed to pull this off, he would be safe.
As the train pulled off with a jerk, Aiba relaxed, stretching out his legs and releasing a sigh of relief.
"Bold move,"
Aiba almost leapt out of his skin when a deep voice filled the cabin. The door was open, and leaning casually against the frame was a tall man with aviator sunglasses and a shock of dark, wavy hair.
"The train started just as I found you,"
The man entered the booth fully, shutting the door behind him. Aiba couldn't help but admire the mans full lips, even as he flattened himself against the wall.
"No no," the man said, "Please relax. After all, we have the whole of tonight and tomorrow together on this train,"
"You're..."
"Yup,"
"Ah, shit,"
"Shit, indeed,"
The man sat down opposite to him and pulled his glasses off.
Aiba gulped as his eyes roamed around the mans face. He had insanely handsome yet defined features, with wonderful, intense eyes that made Aiba want to just stare into them despite the situation he was in.
He continued to stare at the man as his brain came up with various ways to get rid of him.
"Tell me, Aiba Masaki, aged twenty-five, son of a chef specializing in Chinese cuisine, are you hoping to give me the slip when we arrive at the station tomorrow morning? I hope you aren't making escape plans. I wouldn't want to damage your pretty face,"
"You think I'm pretty?" Aiba beamed, all previous thoughts of escaping trickling from his mind. At least his captor had good taste in men.
"It's a figure of speech," the man sighed, "And aren't you supposed to be freaked out that I know everything about you?"
Aiba shrugged "Most people know a lot about me. I mean, with my face and body, I'm almost a celebrity!"
The man rolled his eyes, "You are more of a narcissist than I thought you'd be," he muttered.
Aiba shrugged, "I've just accepted the truth about myself,"
"I don't think I can stand being in this booth with you for 24 hours,"
"Feel free to leave," Aiba said, "I'll hold the door open for you if you want,"
"Not a chance. Don't try to make me leave,"
"Worth a try,"
The man put his sunglasses back over his eyes and settled into the seat.
Aiba fiddled with his phone for a while, constantly glancing up at the man opposite him.
He started daydreaming, and suddenly got the image of those full lips locked against his own as their hips moved together as one.
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, before looking up.
"Hey," he said, "What's your name?"
"You don't need to know," came the immediate reply.
Aiba tried pouting. It always worked when he wanted something; no one could resist his eyes.
"Not going to work," The man said, a slight smirk playing on his wonderful lips.
"You're a tough fucker," Aiba said.
"I have to be,"
"Please? Come on, we're going to spend 24 hours together, I want to know what to-" scream "-call you,"
Why the hell was he thinking such erotic things about this man? Aiba knew that his handsome captor would be dragging his fine ass back to Tokyo so he could be neutered and drowned.. But he still wanted to get down (on his knees) and dirty with him.
He was losing it. There was that old saying that too much sex could cause madness, but Aiba never believed it.
The man once again pulled his sunglasses off and ran a hand through his soft hair. Aiba thought briefly that he would like to grip that hair while he climaxed, but the man's voice tore him from that fantasy.
"Fine. My name is Jun,"
"Jun. I like it. Surname?"
"You don't get to know,"
Aiba pouted but then grinned, "First name is more intimate anyway,"
Jun put his sunglasses back on and relaxed into the seat. He didn't move for about half an hour, and Aiba found himself leaning forward in his seat, getting closer and closer to his captor. When he was seated next to Jun, their faces only inches apart, Jun spoke.
"I'm armed, by the way. Don't try anything stupid or you'll get a gun shoved in your mouth,"
Well, wasn’t that a turn on? Except Aiba would rather have something else shoved in his mouth..
"Why are you blushing?" Jun said, leaning away from Aiba.
"Because that's actually quite a turn on," he said seductively, moving with Jun when he leant backwards.
"It's a turn on to have a gun in your mouth?!"
"Not if I imagine it to be something.." Aiba's eyes flickered down to Jun's lap and then back up again, ".. Else,"
Jun cleared his throat and shuffled a bit further down the seat. Aiba, finally deciding that he would seduce his captor, followed.
"Aiba, you need to put your ass on the other side of the cabin, or I'll make you move it,"
"Is that a threat or an invitation?" Aiba purred, moving with Jun until he was pressed into the wall with nowhere to go; unless he wanted to climb over Aiba.
"It was a th.. Threat," Jun stammered, starting to lose his cool.
Aiba couldn't help but think that Jun was so adorable; with his plump lips and slightly flushed cheeks.
"Are you blushing because you like where we're heading?" he asked with a smile.
"I'm not blushing!"
"Ever had sex with a guy?" Aiba asked, reaching out and gently pulling Jun's glasses from his face. Jun shook his head, his eyes wide.
"Want to?" Aiba breathed, moving his lips closer to Jun's. He wanted to taste those lips so badly, but he didn't want to push his luck. He was already being a pushy fucker.
Jun's splutter was cut off when Aiba really couldn't control himself anymore. He threw himself onto Jun's lap, pressing their lips together for a wonderful yet brief meeting.
"Don't worry," He gasped, pulling back and getting to his feet, "I'm always prepared,"
Aiba made a huge show of turning around and bending over slowly to reach into his bag.
When he heard his captor audibly gulp, he smiled triumphantly to himself. He retrieved what he was after and stood up slowly, glad that he was wearing jeans tight enough to show off his assets, but loose enough to move in.
When he turned back to Jun, the man was still where Aiba had left him; squashed wide eyed into the corner. Clearing his throat, Jun relaxed and sat up.
"Look, I don't know what you're playing at, but-"
"You liked the feel of my lips," Aiba stated with a small smirk, "You liked how they tasted,"
"Don't be stu-"
"If you didn't, you would have pushed me off," his eyes roamed down Jun's body, lingering in his crotch. Jun blushed and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide himself.
"Are you blushing because you've been found out, or because you forgot you had a gun?"
Before Jun could answer, Aiba swept towards him, slamming both his shoulders into the back of the bench and pinning him there.
Before Jun could speak, Aiba leant into his ear.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he breathed, before straddling his captors lap and taking his lips in a hard kiss.
Jun's grunt of surprise came out muffled, but when Aiba's tongue began to stroke at his lips, asking for entrance, he was shocked when he parted his lips.
Aiba moaned in approval, pulling Jun's arms around his waist. He slowly slid his arms up Jun's chest and around his neck, threading his fingers into the thick dark curls.
Aiba could feel his obvious arousal begging for attention, and rotated his hips into Jun's stomach.
Jun pulled away abruptly with a gasp.
"I.. I.. Wait!" he stammered, blinking rapidly as if he were coming to his senses, "What are you doing? This.. No, you're not supposed to-"
"You want me to stop?" Aiba pouted, releasing his grip on Jun's hair.
When Jun looked at him, he felt triumph well up in his chest. He looked hot right now, and he knew it; lips a little swollen from kissing, face slightly flushed and eyes full of hunger. He knew that Jun also thought he was hot.
"I.. Uh.."
"Tell me the truth, Jun" he breathed seductively with another rotation of his hips. He could feel Jun swelling up underneath him, so no words from his captors mouth could deny that he was enjoying this - at least a little.
"Uh.. This wasn't supposed to happen," he muttered, glancing away, "I was supposed to bring you in, not sleep with you,"
"How about I let you in, instead?" Aiba nibbled at Jun's earlobe, making the man shudder.
Aiba felt rather than saw the slight incline of Jun's head, and his whole body roared with need.
"Fuckin' right!" he exclaimed, catching the mans lips hard.
This time, Jun let himself go completely; his hips rising and falling with Aiba's, tongues wrestling and fingers gripping.
Aiba moaned loudly and tightened his grip on Jun's neck, before slowly sliding backwards, their lips still connected.
"Ah! Wait!" Jun cried as Aiba hit the floor on his knees and went for his trousers.
"Why?" Aiba growled, fighting to get past Jun's hands and into his boxers.
"What if someone comes?"
"That's good," Aiba tutted, "But not too early, okay? I want you in my ass after I've suc-"
"That's not what I meant!" Jun snapped, "I meant the staff on the train,"
Aiba sat back on his heels and reached out to the door. He clicked the lock in place and looked at Jun, slightly annoyed. He'd wanted to be on his knees between his captors legs for a while now, and constantly being denied was making him cranky.
"Happy?" he asked, "Can I get back to sending you to a very happy place now?"
"H.. Happy place?" Jun stammered. Aiba smiled triumphantly when he managed to get past the barricade formed by Jun's hands and into his trousers. Jun let out a squeak of protest - until Aiba’s hands grasped him firmly, turning the squeak into a moan.
"Marvellous," Aiba said, his eyes sparkling, "I think I'll have a taste.."
"Oh.. God!" Jun moaned as Aiba took him slowly to the back of his throat.
"Call me Masaki," Aiba mumbled around the length in his mouth, making Jun moan again.
Aiba's fingers gripped at Jun's hips tightly. He tasted even better than he thought he would, and although he didn't want it to end so quickly, he was finding it hard not to finish him as fast as he could.
When he noticed Jun watching him, Aiba rotated his hips seductively and let him fall from his mouth slowly.
He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers, before kicking them free of one leg and climbing onto the seat beside Jun. On his knees, he leant forward, pressing his lips gently onto Jun’s jawbone.
“How do you want me? On my back? Hands and knees? How about I ride you?”
Jun’s mouth dropped open and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Aiba smirked and climbed onto his captors lap. He leant forward and licked his way up Jun’s neck and to his jaw, “How about I get prepared first, and then you can decide?”
Jun moaned quietly when Aiba rotated his hips down, and the captive smirked when strong hands found his thighs.
“Just.. Hurry up,” Jun hissed.
Aiba nipped at Jun’s earlobe, “Fuckin’ right I will,”
A few moments later, Jun was wearing a condom and was completely lubed up by Aiba’s persistent hands.
Aiba could feel Jun trembling underneath him, and could tell that he was close to snapping.
“Jun,” He breathed, “How do you want me- woah!”
Aiba was suddenly flat on his back on the soft train seat, his legs in the air either side of Jun’s body and his hands pinned above his head.
“You’re a fucker, you know that?” Jun growled.
“Yeah. But I’m a good one,” Aiba taunted, wriggling his hips.
Jun shifted his weight so that Aiba’s leg was pinned to the back of the seat. He moved his other hand to Aiba’s free leg, lifting it and hooking it over his shoulder.
“You’ve don’t nothing but wind me up for the past hour or so,” Jun continued, tightening his grip on Aiba’s wrists.
“You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it,” Aiba smiled, lifting his head and staring down at Jun’s ready arousal.
Jun narrowed his eyes and let go of Aiba’s thigh in favour of guiding himself forward. Once in position, his hand returned to Aiba’s leg, stretching it out to the side.
Aiba let out a throaty groan as Jun finally pushed forwards, his back arching from the sensation of being stretched.
“About fucking time!” He cried, trying to move himself against Jun. Jun held him still and quickly set a fast pace, their hips smacking together loudly, filling the room with a rhythmic thumping and sharp cries of pleasure from Aiba.
Jun relaxed his grip on Aiba’s thigh and leant forward, burying his face in Aiba’s neck, not faltering in his pounding. Aiba quickly wrapped his free leg around Jun’s slim hips and began to meet Jun’s thrusts by lifting his own hips.
Jun let out a moan when he found Aiba’s spot and caused his captive to tighten around him. Quickly, the rhythm changed dramatically. Jun released Aiba’s hands, and one instantly went into his hair, gripping hard and holding his face into his neck. Aiba’s other hand moved south to grip at himself.
“Oh… God!“ Jun cried, slamming forward hard and letting himself go. His entire body trembled and his eyes were squeezed shut so tight it surprised him a little when he was able to open them again.
Aiba quickly followed, his back arching with a shaky groan as he released over his hand.
Once the two bodies relaxed, Jun pulled out very slowly, and collapsed backwards onto the seat. Aiba struggled to sit up, and shook his hand onto the floor.
“Well, thanks for that,” He said, swinging his legs to the side and pulling his boxers and jeans back on. Jun stared at him for a moment and shook his head, before following suit.
“I cannot believe I just did that,” He muttered.
“I can,” Aiba said, “My ass hurts, and that’s proof enough of great sex. Besides, you loved it,”
Jun scowled and retrieved his sunglasses from the floor. He slid them into place and checked his watch, “Two hours until we arrive,” He said.
“Great. Time for a nap,” Aiba grinned, clapping his hands and flopping onto the bench next to Jun. He grabbed his arm and snuggled into his side.
“Then another twelve hours back,” Jun finished.
“The joys. Can’t wait,” Aiba muttered sarcastically.
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“Where is he?” Jun’s boss yelled, launching an ash tray across the room. Jun ducked just as the chunk of glass skimmed the top of his head.
“Long gone,” Jun said, straightening him up, “I think he got on a train and went south, or something,”
“Well, find him!” The boss screamed, “Don’t come back until you do!”
“Gotcha,” Jun said, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and leaving the house. He stuck his hand in his pocket when he was outside and held it to his ear.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Had to finish up some business. I’m heading to the station now,”
“Well, hurry up, Jun. My ass misses you,”
“Tell me why I didn’t bring you in?” Jun grumbled into the receiver.
“Because I gave you good head and even better sex?” Came the reply, “You fell in love with my beauty and wonderful charms?“
“What the hell have I gotten myself into?” Jun sighed.
“Me! Anyway, please hurry up!”
“I’ll see you in twelve hours, Masaki,” Jun said.
“Try and make the train go faster, I miss you,” Aiba replied.
Jun laughed, “Alright, I’ll do my best. Later,”
As he hung up, Jun could already picture Aiba waiting for him, and picked up the pace to the station to get going.
He couldn’t wait to force the train driver to try and cut the journey time in half so he could see his captive again.
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THE END!
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I hope you liked it :3
A more personal AN... My cousin passed away on Friday so I might not be around writing fics for a week or two.. which means it might be a while until I post. I might have inspiration and write to keep my mind off things.. but just so you don't think I've fallen into a well and drowned ^^
I thought I'd post this seeing as I've finished it :3