Beautiful Asshole (chapter 5)
Title: Beautiful asshole
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 5:
Sho's pov:
The burning in my chest was almost enough to distract me from the mess inside my head. Almost. I increased the incline on the treadmill and pushed myself harder. That was how I lived my life. There was nothing I couldn't accomplish if I just pushed hard enough: school, career, family, men.
Shit. Jun.
Disgusted, I shook my head and turned up the volume of my iPod, hoping it would distract me long enough to get some fucking peace.
I should have known it wouldn't work. No matter how hard I tried, he was always there. I closed my eyes and it came back: straddling him, feeling him wrapped around me, sweaty, aching, wanting to stop but not being able to. Being inside him was the most perfect torture and for my biggest irritation, I was wondering if for the first time in my life, a man hadn't tamed me. I needed him. I needed to feel him around me, his soft silky skin brushing mine, his lips kissing me with despair, his moans of pleasure anytime I moved inside him. I was like a junkie. I always wanted more once it was over. I had always been a controlling freak, I knew it. The need to plan everything, to do things by myself, to lead my relationships. But today, I felt as if Matsumoto was the one controlling me. I maybe was the one who fucked him but he was the one able to say no or even to make me crave for his body.
My ear bud was tugged free and I turned toward the source of the annoyance.
"What?" I said, glaring at my brother.
"You keep that up, we're gonna be peeling you off the floor, Sho." He replied. "What'd he do to piss you off this time?"
"Who?"
"Jun." Shu rolled his eyes.
I felt my stomach tighten at his name and focused my attention back on the treadmill.
"What makes you think this has anything to do with him?"
"Because I'm not a fucking idiot."
"Nothing is bothering me. And even if it was, why on earth would it have anything to do with him?"
"I've never met anyone who gets this kind of reaction out of you. And you know why, don't you?" My brother was perceptive, too perceptive for his 24 years old. Smart boy, well raised by our clever father to reach the top.
"Enlighten me." I kept my gaze forward as I ran, trying not to meet his eyes.
"Because you two are so much alike." He said smugly.
"What?" I slammed my hand down on the stop button, wiping the sweat off my face before turning to face him. "How could you even think that? We are nothing alike."
"Who do you think you're talking to? I've never met two people more alike. First of all, you're both intelligent, determined, hardworking and loyal. And, he is the first person in your entire life who can stand up to you and doesn't follow you around like some kind of puppy. You hate how much you need that."
Had everyone lost their mind? Sure, he might be some of those things; even I couldn't deny that he was incredibly intelligent. He was hard worker, determined and stubborn. And there was no question of his loyalty. He could have sold me out hundred times since we'd started this sick game.
"Yeah, well, he's also a bitch." Nice. Very subtle, Sho.
"See? I knew he was getting to you."
"Fuck off, Shu."
I settled in to do some sit-ups when he stood over me, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Well, I have finished for today. But before I forget, Mai wanted to know if you managed to convince Jun to come for the dinner."
"He said he would he there."
"Am I the only one who thinks it's hilarious that mom wants to set him up with Tamaki Hiroshi?"
Shu and I had grown up with Hiroshi and he was a pretty decent guy, but something about the thought of the two of them together made me feel like I wanted to punch something.
"I mean, Hiroshi is great but Jun is a bit out of his league, don't you think? But good for him if he thinks he stands a chance."
I laid back, began doing sit-ups a bit faster than was necessary.
"Be careful or your chest will feel like metal. See you later, Sho."
"Yeah. Later." I mumbled.
****
As I laid in my bed, I replayed the plan in my head. I was thinking about him too much and differently. I had to be tough and make it a week without touching him. It was like detoxifying. Seven days, I could do that. Seven days of not touching him and this thing would be out of my system. I could finally move on with my life. There was just a couple of precautions I had to take. I couldn't argue with him. For mysterious reason, the two of us arguing was like some form of foreplay. Then, no more fantasizing about him, ever. That meant no more picturing him naked or with any of my body parts coming in contact with his.
So, I remained in control. I did my best to stay busy outside the office, but during times we were forced together, I kept a constant distance, and for the most part we treated each other with the same polite aversion we had before.
But I swear he was trying to break me. Every day, it seemed Matsumoto looked sexier than the day before. I had to stop that because imagining him while masturbating wasn't going to help.
Monday, he was wearing a leather slim that emphasized his perfect butt and it gave me the will to grab it before fucking it.
Wednesday, he was wearing a jeans with a red shirt opens on the top and showing the beginning of his beautiful chest.
As I walked into the office Friday morning, I was praying that maybe he would be sick. I was horny and in a particularly bad mood and when I opened the office door, I almost had a heart attack. He was on his knees, his butt wrapped in a tight pants and pointing into my direction as he was gathering some files that might have fallen on the ground. Every curve of his butt was on display. Someone up there really hated me to make me suffer like that.
"Good morning Sakurai-san." He said sweetly, stopping me as I passed by him. Something was up, he never said anything sweetly to me. I eyed him suspiciously.
"Good morning, Matsumoto-san. You seem to be in an exceptionally cordial good mood today. Did somebody die?"
The corner of his mouth lifted in a devilish smirk.
"Oh no. I'm just excited about dinner tomorrow and meeting your friend Hiroshi. Shu's told me all about him. I think we have a lot in common."
Son of a bitch.
"Oh right, dinner. I had completely forgotten. Yes, you and Hiro... Well, since he is a mama's boy and you're an overbearing shrew, you two should find a pretty solid love connection. I'd love a cup of coffee if you're getting one for yourself." I turned and headed into my office.
It occurred to me that it might not be in best interest to let him make my coffee. One of these days, he was likely to put something in it. Like arsenic.
Before I even sat down, he knocked at my door.
"Come in."
"Are we having the scheduling meeting this morning?"
I gasped. He was standing near my desk in a pool of sunlight. Shadows draped across his flawless face and body, accentuating the curve of his chest.
"No. I have a meeting downtown this afternoon. I'll be leaving for the day in five minutes." I replied quickly. "E-mail me the details."
"I wasn't aware of any meeting today." He said skeptically.
"No, you wouldn't have been. It's personal."
When he didn't respond, I took a glance up and saw a strange expression on his face. What was that look? He obviously looked mad but there was something else. Was he... Was he jealous?!
"Oh. Is it with someone I know?" He never asked questions about where I was going. "I mean, just in case your father or brother need to get ahold of you."
"Well. In this day of age, if someone needs to ahold of me, they can call my cell phone. Is there anything else, Matsumoto-san?"
He hesitated for a moment before lifting his chin and straightening his shoulders.
"Since you won't be here, I was thinking that I'd like to start the weekend early. Maybe do some shopping for tomorrow night."
"No problem. See you tomorrow." Our gazes locked across the desk, and the electricity in the air was so palpable I could feel my heart rate increase.
"Have a nice meeting." He said through clenched teeth, leaving and closing the door behind him.
I was relieved when I heard him leaving several minutes later. Deciding it was now safe to go, I gathered up my things and headed out. I was stopped by a man carrying a large flower arrangement.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked.
"I have a delivery for Matsumoto Jun-san."
What the... Who the hell would send him flowers? Was he seeing someone while we were...?
"Matsumoto-san has gone for lunch. He will be back in about an hour." I lied. "I'll sign for those and make sure he gets them."
For three long minutes, I stood and stared at the flowers, willing myself to stop being such a pussy and to definitely not look at the card.
Flowers. He hated when someone offered him flowers. He always said it was as if he was considered like some kind of woman. I snickered because whoever sent him these knew nothing about him. Even I knew he didn't like when someone bought him flowers. I had overheard him telling Nino one day about how one of his dates sent him a bouquet. He'd immediately given them away, disliking to be seen like a girl. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the card away from the arrangement.
Looking forward to dinner,
Tamaki Hiroshi
Retrieving the flowers from his desk, I walked out the door, locking up behind me and made my way down the elevator. Just as the doors opened, I passed a wide garbage can and without a second thought I dropped the vase inside.
I didn't know what the fuck was going on with me. But I did know there was no way in hell he would go out with Tamaki Hiroshi.
To be continued...
A/N: I'm sorry for posting so late but I was very busy with studies >< I really thought the dinner part was in this chapter but as I finished to write this fic in December, I don't remember everything xD but after a check, I can assure now that the dinner is in the next chapter xD
So, progresses or not? XD well, Sho seems to try to get over Jun but it doesn't work, obviously, it just gets him in a bad mood and jealous over this poor Hiroshi whose flowers were thrown in the garbage xD I wonder if Jun will learn for that~
And Jun is starting to show his jealousy though, he is trying pretty badly to hide it xD
As I said before, the dinner part will change something in their relationship, they will have to make things a bit clearer but as they are so stubborn, it's not won... XD See you soon, comments are always welcome <3