[December Drabble Challenge] Day 3 : Baked to perfection
Title : [December Drabble Challenge] Day Three : Baked to perfection
Author : Jadey
Rating : PG. Romance.
Pairing : SHO/JUN l Ohmiya if you squint
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : Jun narrows his eyes, Sho narrows his. It’s a battle, one that they’ve had so many times before but Jun still fights back as if he knows he will win. He doesn’t; never. Not even once. Not against Sho, at least.
Note : Still working my way through this. Enjoy.
Jun narrows his eyes, Sho narrows his. It’s a battle, one that they’ve had so many times before but Jun still fights back as if he knows he will win.
He doesn’t; never. Not even once. Not against Sho, at least.
“There is no way I am eating that,” Jun points at the questionable pieces of cupcake squeezed in a cute box Sho has brought with him from Aiba’s place. To be honest, they look fine, pretty even, and they smell wonderful enough for Jun to reconsider but, no.
He still doesn’t trust Aiba enough, not even with his self-proclaimed greatness (nope) when it comes to baking sweets and confectioneries, especially not after the incident with the brownies he brought with him at work on Leader’s birthday but Sho, apparently, is similar to Aiba now.
He has so little self-preservation that Jun often wonders why he is still alive at this point and not dead with how often he samples Aiba’s weird food experiments lately, the same way Leader had been doing before.
To be honest, that is probably Nino’s fault. The brat had threatened to dismember Aiba quite spectacularly the next time Aiba tries to feed Leader with his weird food experiments, or even try to put those anywhere near Ohno that even Ohno himself had admitted he had nightmares about Nino’s very graphic murder descriptions for days.
“I swear they’re amazing,” Sho says, aptly proving his point by grabbing one with the cute, purple whip cream on top and shoving it into his mouth. “shweeetbhuthelishioius-“ Sho adds with his mouth still full, smearing cream around his lips that makes Jun’s throat dry watching Sho licking them absently.
“What?” he grunts, his brain a little late on the uptake, frowning at the cupcake Sho is offering.
“Try it, babe, come on,” Sho says, smiling sweetly.
“Babe -? What the hell, Sho-san -“ he starts, but Sho doesn’t let him finish; Jun watches, in shock and in disgust, as Sho dips his finger on one of the cupcakes and lifts the same finger up his lips, smearing everything over his mouth.
Then Sho is leaning in, close but still not close enough, and Jun’s eyes end up crossing trying to follow Sho’s movement, feeling slightly incredulous at the sight of Sho as he licks his lips almost absently.
Unfair, Jun thinks as Sho’s other hand finds his jaw, tugging his face down till their lips touch, mouth already parted for Sho, cleaning the mess Sho did to himself, tasting sugar and a little bit of tobacco as he kisses Sho hard.
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Somehow, finding himself bent over the toilet, cursing Sho and Aiba and his life, throwing up the remains of the cupcake and feeling like his intestines are trying to follow after them, too, is not at all surprising.
Sho is parked behind him, supporting him with an arm around his waist and rubbing the small of his back in a way that could only be soothing but Jun is not at all soothed. He wants to kill Sho, and then maybe Aiba too but doing so would require strength he obviously lacks right now so he might have to postpone it. It’s difficult to think of anything else after all when he can barely keep himself upright, and that the only thing preventing him from falling over on his face and bashing his head against the hard surface is Sho, of Sho’s arms holding him firmly.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” Sho asks, tone worried and Jun feels like elbowing him in the face.
“I’m sure I do not want to go to the hospital because I’d rather die here, so you’ll feel guilty for the rest of your miserable life for forcing me to eat those poisonous cupcakes,” he grunts, wishing he sounded more than a little upset though he’d only sounded miserable, even in his own ears. Sho chuckles, reaching over and wiping his mouth with his hand even as Jun tries to bat him away.
“They’re not poisonous,” Sho whines, helping him to straighten up.
“Yeah, and that’s why I’m presently throwing my insides out, thank you very much!”
“You’re just not used to the ingredients, maybe?” Sho says, turning him around and leaning up to press an apologetic to the side of his mouth. The gesture is sweet but it still does make Jun cringe.
“Ugh, stop trying to kiss me, you gross idiot,” he says, pushing Sho’s face away, though it only made Sho try harder. Soon, Jun finds himself backed against the wall near the sink, Sho peppering his face with soft kisses as Jun groans away in protest.
“Seriously, stop, before I vomit in your face,” he groans, but Sho only chuckles, kissing him one more time as Sho squeezes his hips.
“No, you won’t, but okay,” Sho says, backing up a step and taking Jun’s hand, threading their fingers together. “How are you feeling now?”
Sho is still close enough that when Jun bends over a little, his forehead ends up touching Sho’s sloppy shoulder, turning so he could breathe Sho in. Sho’s fingers find the back of his head, keeping him in place.
“Like I’ve just thrown my insides out, it’s horrible,” he complains rather heartily; Sho chuckles, soft and sounding very fond that Jun feels so much better hearing him.
“I’m really sorry,” Sho apologizes, and at least he sounded genuinely apologetic. Jun shakes his head as much as he could in the position he’s in, face mashed against Sho’s clothed shoulder. “No, really. I shouldn’t have forced you to eat those cupcakes…should have known you have the stomach of a royalty,”
He grunts, too weak to feel properly annoyed. “What the fuck do you even mean by that, Sho-san?” he whines.
Sho twines his fingers through his hair, tender and affectionate. “Nothing,” Sho says, “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for you to get sick, I just. I helped Aiba-kun baked those cupcakes and he said it tasted fine so I thought maybe you’d like it but then they just made you sick and -“ Sho says, stops in the middle of his speech when Jun unburies his face from his shoulder and shoves his palm over Sho’s mouth to shut him up.
“Oh my god what?” Jun retorts, unsure whether he wants to punch Sho for feeding him those damn cupcakes or kissing this useless person for being so fucking sweet.
He settles for the latter, cupping the back of Sho’s head and kissing his capable mouth hard, loving the noises Jun is drawing from him as he sucks on Sho’s tongue, only vaguely disgusted by the fact that he’s been throwing up and probably should wash his mouth first before he kisses Sho like this.
But Sho seems not to mind it either so Jun thinks, fuck it, as he backs Sho firmly against the wall.
Author : Jadey
Rating : PG. Romance.
Pairing : SHO/JUN l Ohmiya if you squint
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : Jun narrows his eyes, Sho narrows his. It’s a battle, one that they’ve had so many times before but Jun still fights back as if he knows he will win. He doesn’t; never. Not even once. Not against Sho, at least.
Note : Still working my way through this. Enjoy.
Jun narrows his eyes, Sho narrows his. It’s a battle, one that they’ve had so many times before but Jun still fights back as if he knows he will win.
He doesn’t; never. Not even once. Not against Sho, at least.
“There is no way I am eating that,” Jun points at the questionable pieces of cupcake squeezed in a cute box Sho has brought with him from Aiba’s place. To be honest, they look fine, pretty even, and they smell wonderful enough for Jun to reconsider but, no.
He still doesn’t trust Aiba enough, not even with his self-proclaimed greatness (nope) when it comes to baking sweets and confectioneries, especially not after the incident with the brownies he brought with him at work on Leader’s birthday but Sho, apparently, is similar to Aiba now.
He has so little self-preservation that Jun often wonders why he is still alive at this point and not dead with how often he samples Aiba’s weird food experiments lately, the same way Leader had been doing before.
To be honest, that is probably Nino’s fault. The brat had threatened to dismember Aiba quite spectacularly the next time Aiba tries to feed Leader with his weird food experiments, or even try to put those anywhere near Ohno that even Ohno himself had admitted he had nightmares about Nino’s very graphic murder descriptions for days.
“I swear they’re amazing,” Sho says, aptly proving his point by grabbing one with the cute, purple whip cream on top and shoving it into his mouth. “shweeetbhuthelishioius-“ Sho adds with his mouth still full, smearing cream around his lips that makes Jun’s throat dry watching Sho licking them absently.
“What?” he grunts, his brain a little late on the uptake, frowning at the cupcake Sho is offering.
“Try it, babe, come on,” Sho says, smiling sweetly.
“Babe -? What the hell, Sho-san -“ he starts, but Sho doesn’t let him finish; Jun watches, in shock and in disgust, as Sho dips his finger on one of the cupcakes and lifts the same finger up his lips, smearing everything over his mouth.
Then Sho is leaning in, close but still not close enough, and Jun’s eyes end up crossing trying to follow Sho’s movement, feeling slightly incredulous at the sight of Sho as he licks his lips almost absently.
Unfair, Jun thinks as Sho’s other hand finds his jaw, tugging his face down till their lips touch, mouth already parted for Sho, cleaning the mess Sho did to himself, tasting sugar and a little bit of tobacco as he kisses Sho hard.
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Somehow, finding himself bent over the toilet, cursing Sho and Aiba and his life, throwing up the remains of the cupcake and feeling like his intestines are trying to follow after them, too, is not at all surprising.
Sho is parked behind him, supporting him with an arm around his waist and rubbing the small of his back in a way that could only be soothing but Jun is not at all soothed. He wants to kill Sho, and then maybe Aiba too but doing so would require strength he obviously lacks right now so he might have to postpone it. It’s difficult to think of anything else after all when he can barely keep himself upright, and that the only thing preventing him from falling over on his face and bashing his head against the hard surface is Sho, of Sho’s arms holding him firmly.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” Sho asks, tone worried and Jun feels like elbowing him in the face.
“I’m sure I do not want to go to the hospital because I’d rather die here, so you’ll feel guilty for the rest of your miserable life for forcing me to eat those poisonous cupcakes,” he grunts, wishing he sounded more than a little upset though he’d only sounded miserable, even in his own ears. Sho chuckles, reaching over and wiping his mouth with his hand even as Jun tries to bat him away.
“They’re not poisonous,” Sho whines, helping him to straighten up.
“Yeah, and that’s why I’m presently throwing my insides out, thank you very much!”
“You’re just not used to the ingredients, maybe?” Sho says, turning him around and leaning up to press an apologetic to the side of his mouth. The gesture is sweet but it still does make Jun cringe.
“Ugh, stop trying to kiss me, you gross idiot,” he says, pushing Sho’s face away, though it only made Sho try harder. Soon, Jun finds himself backed against the wall near the sink, Sho peppering his face with soft kisses as Jun groans away in protest.
“Seriously, stop, before I vomit in your face,” he groans, but Sho only chuckles, kissing him one more time as Sho squeezes his hips.
“No, you won’t, but okay,” Sho says, backing up a step and taking Jun’s hand, threading their fingers together. “How are you feeling now?”
Sho is still close enough that when Jun bends over a little, his forehead ends up touching Sho’s sloppy shoulder, turning so he could breathe Sho in. Sho’s fingers find the back of his head, keeping him in place.
“Like I’ve just thrown my insides out, it’s horrible,” he complains rather heartily; Sho chuckles, soft and sounding very fond that Jun feels so much better hearing him.
“I’m really sorry,” Sho apologizes, and at least he sounded genuinely apologetic. Jun shakes his head as much as he could in the position he’s in, face mashed against Sho’s clothed shoulder. “No, really. I shouldn’t have forced you to eat those cupcakes…should have known you have the stomach of a royalty,”
He grunts, too weak to feel properly annoyed. “What the fuck do you even mean by that, Sho-san?” he whines.
Sho twines his fingers through his hair, tender and affectionate. “Nothing,” Sho says, “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for you to get sick, I just. I helped Aiba-kun baked those cupcakes and he said it tasted fine so I thought maybe you’d like it but then they just made you sick and -“ Sho says, stops in the middle of his speech when Jun unburies his face from his shoulder and shoves his palm over Sho’s mouth to shut him up.
“Oh my god what?” Jun retorts, unsure whether he wants to punch Sho for feeding him those damn cupcakes or kissing this useless person for being so fucking sweet.
He settles for the latter, cupping the back of Sho’s head and kissing his capable mouth hard, loving the noises Jun is drawing from him as he sucks on Sho’s tongue, only vaguely disgusted by the fact that he’s been throwing up and probably should wash his mouth first before he kisses Sho like this.
But Sho seems not to mind it either so Jun thinks, fuck it, as he backs Sho firmly against the wall.