[FIC] Behind Suspicion
Title: Behind Suspicion
Fandom/Pairing: JE/JunJin
Rating: R
Notes: for quartered
“Who do you say this is from again?”
Arashi’s youngest dangled a neatly wrapped bento to the staff who delivered it to him. She spun around at the inquiry, meeting full the younger man’s quizzical look.
“Must be one of your admirers, Matsumoto-san,” the staff supplied.
“Meaning Nino,” He answered sardonically for her, nodding his head in realization. In actuality, Jun has been running along a rather peculiar day. Everyone seems to be at his beck and call. Whatever he needs was just given to him straight away. It’s like the whole staff has built a sensor around them to determine whether their cash cow was satisfied or not.
He admits he is a prima donna, a spoiled brat, but who would suck up to that for a minute?
Something is cooking and he can feel it. Of course, how would he get this feeling if not for a band membership of nine years with a prankster?
He flashed a knowing look to the staff who gave him a shrug and proceeded to do her work. He still remains uncertain and examined the bento. He views it in different angles, shook it and felt for anything suspicious. You may never know if anything might spurt out or ruin his newly painted nails.
Content with his search result, he opened it. He breathed out a flat “oh” and rounded a corner to confront a certain individual.
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Akanishi Jin gritted his teeth as his eyes followed the hurrying figure of the older man. That bastard! Did he have the idea that something was up today? Did he ever notice that the staffs were there in the instant he needed anything? Did these things ever occur to him as anything out of hand? Jin does not think so.
He strained his neck from his hiding place, glaring at the abandoned bento the older man left. That fucking asshole! Does the bastard have any idea how many hours it took him last night to cook that damn thing? Excuse him but he was no ordinary fan nor is he a mere admirer. He shouldn’t be disregarded as some nobody. He is going to give him a piece of his mind.
Maybe, Jin concocted, he could use one of those leather belts he bought recently. He smirked at the thought. Now, where did the bas -
A powerful tug at Jin’s shirt collar sent him off-balance, dragged by someone against his will. He struggled, flailing his arms and legs as best as he can and he spouted expletives to this someone. He tipped his head up and deduced that his assaulter has a familiar lean back in a familiar looking cardigan that happens to have a familiar perm hairdo. Wait! Don’t tell me -
MatsuJun shoved him into a wall, hallway deserted of any working staffs and prying individuals. Jin has finally found himself cornered and catching for breath.
“Oh, it’s just you,” the younger man force a smile which came out awkwardly unnatural, like a boy after exposure of mischief.
Before he knows it, he was in for a bruising kiss, the taller man nipping his bottom lip, darting his tongue to set Jin’s lips apart. He permitted the man into his warm cavern and all was about tongue and hints of teeth.
If the younger man wasn’t distracted enough, Jun threaded his fingers through his chest, torso and down to his pants, palming the growing bulge.
“W-W-Wait,” Jin choked out in ragged moans as he pushed the man slightly to get his attention, “this is going to fast.”
“What? You haven’t done this on hallways?” Jun replied cheekily, tugging Jin’s belt buckle off and slipping a hand beneath the fabric.
The younger man tossed his head in pleasure and an audible groan spilled from his lips. It won’t be long until Jun found his neck and smothered it with licks and kisses.
“N-Not really,” Jin manage to admit but rather defensively, “so shut up and get on with it!”
“You know for someone who went through attention-seeking tactics, you sure are demanding.”
“Good at least you know who you’re dealing with.”
He combed through the man’s curls and tugged slightly to let the older man meet his demands.
FIN
Fandom/Pairing: JE/JunJin
Rating: R
Notes: for quartered
“Who do you say this is from again?”
Arashi’s youngest dangled a neatly wrapped bento to the staff who delivered it to him. She spun around at the inquiry, meeting full the younger man’s quizzical look.
“Must be one of your admirers, Matsumoto-san,” the staff supplied.
“Meaning Nino,” He answered sardonically for her, nodding his head in realization. In actuality, Jun has been running along a rather peculiar day. Everyone seems to be at his beck and call. Whatever he needs was just given to him straight away. It’s like the whole staff has built a sensor around them to determine whether their cash cow was satisfied or not.
He admits he is a prima donna, a spoiled brat, but who would suck up to that for a minute?
Something is cooking and he can feel it. Of course, how would he get this feeling if not for a band membership of nine years with a prankster?
He flashed a knowing look to the staff who gave him a shrug and proceeded to do her work. He still remains uncertain and examined the bento. He views it in different angles, shook it and felt for anything suspicious. You may never know if anything might spurt out or ruin his newly painted nails.
Content with his search result, he opened it. He breathed out a flat “oh” and rounded a corner to confront a certain individual.
____
Akanishi Jin gritted his teeth as his eyes followed the hurrying figure of the older man. That bastard! Did he have the idea that something was up today? Did he ever notice that the staffs were there in the instant he needed anything? Did these things ever occur to him as anything out of hand? Jin does not think so.
He strained his neck from his hiding place, glaring at the abandoned bento the older man left. That fucking asshole! Does the bastard have any idea how many hours it took him last night to cook that damn thing? Excuse him but he was no ordinary fan nor is he a mere admirer. He shouldn’t be disregarded as some nobody. He is going to give him a piece of his mind.
Maybe, Jin concocted, he could use one of those leather belts he bought recently. He smirked at the thought. Now, where did the bas -
A powerful tug at Jin’s shirt collar sent him off-balance, dragged by someone against his will. He struggled, flailing his arms and legs as best as he can and he spouted expletives to this someone. He tipped his head up and deduced that his assaulter has a familiar lean back in a familiar looking cardigan that happens to have a familiar perm hairdo. Wait! Don’t tell me -
MatsuJun shoved him into a wall, hallway deserted of any working staffs and prying individuals. Jin has finally found himself cornered and catching for breath.
“Oh, it’s just you,” the younger man force a smile which came out awkwardly unnatural, like a boy after exposure of mischief.
Before he knows it, he was in for a bruising kiss, the taller man nipping his bottom lip, darting his tongue to set Jin’s lips apart. He permitted the man into his warm cavern and all was about tongue and hints of teeth.
If the younger man wasn’t distracted enough, Jun threaded his fingers through his chest, torso and down to his pants, palming the growing bulge.
“W-W-Wait,” Jin choked out in ragged moans as he pushed the man slightly to get his attention, “this is going to fast.”
“What? You haven’t done this on hallways?” Jun replied cheekily, tugging Jin’s belt buckle off and slipping a hand beneath the fabric.
The younger man tossed his head in pleasure and an audible groan spilled from his lips. It won’t be long until Jun found his neck and smothered it with licks and kisses.
“N-Not really,” Jin manage to admit but rather defensively, “so shut up and get on with it!”
“You know for someone who went through attention-seeking tactics, you sure are demanding.”
“Good at least you know who you’re dealing with.”
He combed through the man’s curls and tugged slightly to let the older man meet his demands.
FIN