{005} After Dark
Title: After Dark
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Sakurai Sho/Matsumoto Jun, smut
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1900
Notes: Some day I will write something other than smut, I swear. >.> Written for misetekink, for the prompt: "Who I want: Jun/Sho How I want it: Sex during Arashi camp. Sho tops :D."
Sho watched Jun all evening, waiting for the moment when he could get the other man alone. The tension between them grew throughout the training camp: Jun constantly testing Sho’s limits during the climbing challenges, complimenting Sho’s cooking, eyes burning a hole through Sho while playing the piano. There was a reason why Sho made so many mistakes and it wasn’t because he was out of practice.
The crew stowed away the filming equipment and were on their way back to Tokyo. Arashi stayed behind, relishing the time together. No cameras, no work, no expectations, just hanging out together, being themselves. Less than five minutes after the cameras shut off, Nino pulled out the rest of the beer, appropriated behind the backs of the staff. Jun took one grudgingly, complaining that if someone had bothered to tell him about the after party, he could’ve brought some real wine. Ohno patted him on the back sympathetically and handed him another beer.
Ohno and Aiba were soon curled up sleepily against each other, entranced as Nino demonstrated his newest card trick. Just after he cracked into his second beer, Jun excused himself to the bathroom. Sho took the last sip of his beer, then gathered up the empty cans. Tossing them into the recycle bin, he slipped out of the room to look for Jun. He padded down the dark hallway, squeaking in surprise as he bumped into his target and totally ruining the effect he was hoping for.
“Sho,” Jun breathed, eyes wide in surprise. Sho wondered if he even heard the undignified squeak. Jun cleared his throat, then continued awkwardly, “Good work today.”
Sho nodded and advanced slowly, backing Jun into the wall. “Like when you were shaking the rope bridge?” he asked in a low voice, eyes boring into Jun’s face.
“I was thinking more like when we were in the recording studio,” Jun countered, eyes darkening. “I’ve always liked watching you play the piano.” He captured one of Sho’s hands and held it up, as if admiring his fingers.
“I noticed,” Sho replied with a smirk as he wiggled his fingers under Jun’s attention. “Maybe I should play the piano for you more often.”
“M-maybe you should,” Jun stuttered. Despite the dim light, Sho could see him grow red in the face. He knew that Jun was remembering that one time Sho played the piano for him, which ended very well for the both of them.
Sho used their joined hand to pull Jun closer, into a heated, desperate kiss. He sighed as Jun returned the kiss, clinging a bit onto that contact. Sho could taste the faint hint of alcohol as their tongues met. Wrapping his free arm around Jun’s neck, he felt the last traces of the day’s terror of heights ebb away. It was just him and Jun and the wonderful things their mouths were doing. But the tension between them did not go away. Remaining behind was Sho’s desire to dominate Jun, to make him pay for getting so much enjoyment out of shaking the ropes. Pulling out of the kiss, Sho pushed Jun back into the wall. “My reward for surviving the rope climbing is… you,” he whispered into Jun’s ear.
Jun shivered at the breath against his ear, then nervously looked down the hall toward the room that held the rest of their bandmates. “A-are you sure this is the best place… or time to…” Jun trailed off as he looked back up at Sho.
“When I left, they were two minutes from falling asleep on top of each other, they won’t even notice we’re gone,” Sho whispered with a smirk, leaning closer. “Unless you make a big fuss, but you wouldn’t do that, right?” He growled, grinding his hips into Jun’s.
Jun bit back a groan, as if he didn’t want to admit how turned on he was already. They had been fighting this all day, and now they were finally alone. “I won’t make a fuss if I get what I want,” he replied, resting his hands on Sho’s hips.
“What you want?” Sho repeated, raising an eyebrow. “We’re getting demanding, aren’t we?”
Jun pulled Sho’s hips closer and reclaimed his lips, smirking at Sho’s quiet gasp. “You want this as bad as I do,” he whispered between kisses. Jun’s hands trailed up, dipping under the hem of Sho’s shirt. Sho pulled away from the kiss to help Jun remove his shirt, the tugged Jun's shirt over his head. He grinned at the sight of Jun's bare chest. Sho trailed his fingers up the bumps and ridges of Jun's torso, his hands coming to wrap around Jun's neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
Sho leaned into Jun, dominating the kiss. One hand played with Jun's hair while the other traced lines up and down his spine. His fingers dipped below the waist of Jun's jeans, teasing the soft skin. He brought his hand around to pop the button of Jun's jeans nudging them down inch by inch. Jun broke the kiss to step out of them and took the opportunity to return the favor.
After pausing to empty his pockets of the supplies he had grabbed from his duffle bag, Sho kicked his jeans across the hall and attacked Jun with renewed vigor, peppering kisses across his face before reclaiming his lips. Jun nipped at Sho’s full bottom lip, hands leaving a blazing trail across Sho’s naked back. Sho arched into the touch, wanting more and wanting it now. Only their boxers stood in the way of many fantastic things.
Sho's hands wrapped around Jun's neck, using the advantage to pull Jun across the hall and into a dark bedroom. They stumbled in the unfamiliar room for a few moments, struggling to remove their boxers, hands never leaving each other. Sho tripped over the futon and pulled Jun down with him. Lying next to each other on the futon, Sho tangled his legs with Jun's, making sure the other wasn't going anywhere. He used the leverage to roll Jun and straddle his hips, coming to hover above the younger man. "Now I have you right where I want you," Sho murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.
Jun opened his mouth to say something, but Sho was two steps ahead of him, swooping down to claim his lips. Sho didn't stay in one place for long, as he moved to trace the line of Jun's jawline with his lips. He dotted Jun's skin with featherlight kisses, nips and licks, grinning as he felt, more than heard, a low moan that Jun could no longer suppress. Sho sighed as he felt Jun's hands return to his hair.
"You're not allowed to cut your hair-,” Jun gasped as Sho hummed against a particularly sensitive spot.
Sho chose to ignore that comment. He was too busy memorizing Jun’s collarbone with his lips while his hands drifted lower and lower, teasing a nipple and playing with Jun’s navel. While he would’ve liked to stay here forever, making out with Jun, nakedly, he knew that their absence could be noticed at any moment (despite his assurances to the contrary). Sho’s hand finally closed around Jun’s cock. He grinned wickedly into Jun’s neck as the other arched underneath him. He coaxed Jun to full hardness, his fingers lightly twisting around the length.
Sho’s fingers left Jun long enough to coat the fingers of his other hand with a generous amount of lube. Knowing the pain that Jun would be feeling shortly, he reclaimed Jun’s lips in another kiss. He continued the torturous teasing of Jun’s cock while he slowly worked him open. He eagerly drank in Jun’s little gasps and moans, pushing the other back down when he arched into Sho’s hand.
Concentrating on his task, Sho didn’t notice Jun’s hand until it closed around his own cock. Sho moaned low into Jun’s mouth as the other’s hand began to slowly twist and pull. Overcome by the pleasure flooding through his body, Sho broke the kiss, panting into Jun’s mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name,” Sho murmured into Jun’s ear. He grasped for the condom packet, only to find that it was already in Jun’s free hand. Jun tore open the packet and slid it over Sho’s aching cock.
Placing each of his hands on Jun’s hips, Sho lined up with Jun’s entrance and slid in slowly. He almost came just from the warm tightness around his cock. He vaguely heard Jun’s hiss of pain, gave him a moment to relax, then started thrusting, slow and deep. One hand returned to Jun’s cock, working it in time with his thrusts. The day’s frustrations and anxieties disappeared as they rocked together, the dark room filled with their gasps and low moans. Sho’s other hand came around to cup Jun’s cheek as Sho leaned in for a kiss, slow and deep. Without even realizing it, he had wanted - no, needed - this all day.
Neither could maintain the kiss for long as Sho increased the pace. His hand trailed down Jun’s side, then lifted Jun’s hips, angling for the spot that would make Jun see stars. Jun’s legs wrapped around Sho’s waist, pulling him deeper and deeper. Jun suddenly cried out Sho’s name, and Sho grinned wickedly, knowing that he had Jun right where he wanted him. He pounded Jun faster and deeper, fingers twisting and pulling Jun’s cock until Jun came with a shudder. Sho pumped Jun through his orgasm, studying the other man’s face in the dim moonlight filtering through the shuttered windows. From the ball of fire building in his stomach, Sho knew he was close. He thrust a couple more times, deep and fast, trembling as he came inside Jun with a low moan.
Sho collapsed onto the futon next to Jun and took a few deep breaths. He was still out of breath when Jun leaned over for a soft kiss. “I really should play the piano more often if this is how it’s going to end,” Sho commented with a breathless chuckle.
“I never object to you playing the piano,” Jun commented with a smirk. He grabbed a towel from the floor next to the futon, wiped them clean, then rolled off the futon to take care of the dirty towel and condom. Sho reluctantly pulled himself up and gathered their boxers. He knew that they needed to head back to the main room. They dressed silently, but quickly, exchanging a few short kisses and touches, but they couldn’t hold onto the moment forever.
With Jun trailing behind him, Sho tried to slip back into the main room unnoticed, but Nino was waiting for them. He greeted them with a smirk and waggling eyebrows. Jun just looked down at the floor, while Sho turned red and stared at Nino in disbelief. “If you guys are going to try to pretend you’re not sneaking away to have sex…” Nino began slowly. “You really shouldn’t leave your clothing in the hallway.”
Jun’s head shot up, his hand coming around to smack Sho on the back of the head. Sho grimaced, putting on his best victimized face. Nino just gestured to the extra-large futon he was sharing with a sleeping Ohno and Aiba. “Come on. They fell asleep waiting for you.” Sho silently slipped under the covers, curling up in his usual spot at Aiba’s side while Jun shut off the light and nestled in between Nino and Ohno. “Just don’t grope each other,” came Nino’s voice out of the dark. Sho heard another smack and Nino’s quiet yelp. He couldn’t help but smile into his pillow. What they’d said on camera was true; they needed more trips like this.
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Sakurai Sho/Matsumoto Jun, smut
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1900
Notes: Some day I will write something other than smut, I swear. >.> Written for misetekink, for the prompt: "Who I want: Jun/Sho How I want it: Sex during Arashi camp. Sho tops :D."
Sho watched Jun all evening, waiting for the moment when he could get the other man alone. The tension between them grew throughout the training camp: Jun constantly testing Sho’s limits during the climbing challenges, complimenting Sho’s cooking, eyes burning a hole through Sho while playing the piano. There was a reason why Sho made so many mistakes and it wasn’t because he was out of practice.
The crew stowed away the filming equipment and were on their way back to Tokyo. Arashi stayed behind, relishing the time together. No cameras, no work, no expectations, just hanging out together, being themselves. Less than five minutes after the cameras shut off, Nino pulled out the rest of the beer, appropriated behind the backs of the staff. Jun took one grudgingly, complaining that if someone had bothered to tell him about the after party, he could’ve brought some real wine. Ohno patted him on the back sympathetically and handed him another beer.
Ohno and Aiba were soon curled up sleepily against each other, entranced as Nino demonstrated his newest card trick. Just after he cracked into his second beer, Jun excused himself to the bathroom. Sho took the last sip of his beer, then gathered up the empty cans. Tossing them into the recycle bin, he slipped out of the room to look for Jun. He padded down the dark hallway, squeaking in surprise as he bumped into his target and totally ruining the effect he was hoping for.
“Sho,” Jun breathed, eyes wide in surprise. Sho wondered if he even heard the undignified squeak. Jun cleared his throat, then continued awkwardly, “Good work today.”
Sho nodded and advanced slowly, backing Jun into the wall. “Like when you were shaking the rope bridge?” he asked in a low voice, eyes boring into Jun’s face.
“I was thinking more like when we were in the recording studio,” Jun countered, eyes darkening. “I’ve always liked watching you play the piano.” He captured one of Sho’s hands and held it up, as if admiring his fingers.
“I noticed,” Sho replied with a smirk as he wiggled his fingers under Jun’s attention. “Maybe I should play the piano for you more often.”
“M-maybe you should,” Jun stuttered. Despite the dim light, Sho could see him grow red in the face. He knew that Jun was remembering that one time Sho played the piano for him, which ended very well for the both of them.
Sho used their joined hand to pull Jun closer, into a heated, desperate kiss. He sighed as Jun returned the kiss, clinging a bit onto that contact. Sho could taste the faint hint of alcohol as their tongues met. Wrapping his free arm around Jun’s neck, he felt the last traces of the day’s terror of heights ebb away. It was just him and Jun and the wonderful things their mouths were doing. But the tension between them did not go away. Remaining behind was Sho’s desire to dominate Jun, to make him pay for getting so much enjoyment out of shaking the ropes. Pulling out of the kiss, Sho pushed Jun back into the wall. “My reward for surviving the rope climbing is… you,” he whispered into Jun’s ear.
Jun shivered at the breath against his ear, then nervously looked down the hall toward the room that held the rest of their bandmates. “A-are you sure this is the best place… or time to…” Jun trailed off as he looked back up at Sho.
“When I left, they were two minutes from falling asleep on top of each other, they won’t even notice we’re gone,” Sho whispered with a smirk, leaning closer. “Unless you make a big fuss, but you wouldn’t do that, right?” He growled, grinding his hips into Jun’s.
Jun bit back a groan, as if he didn’t want to admit how turned on he was already. They had been fighting this all day, and now they were finally alone. “I won’t make a fuss if I get what I want,” he replied, resting his hands on Sho’s hips.
“What you want?” Sho repeated, raising an eyebrow. “We’re getting demanding, aren’t we?”
Jun pulled Sho’s hips closer and reclaimed his lips, smirking at Sho’s quiet gasp. “You want this as bad as I do,” he whispered between kisses. Jun’s hands trailed up, dipping under the hem of Sho’s shirt. Sho pulled away from the kiss to help Jun remove his shirt, the tugged Jun's shirt over his head. He grinned at the sight of Jun's bare chest. Sho trailed his fingers up the bumps and ridges of Jun's torso, his hands coming to wrap around Jun's neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
Sho leaned into Jun, dominating the kiss. One hand played with Jun's hair while the other traced lines up and down his spine. His fingers dipped below the waist of Jun's jeans, teasing the soft skin. He brought his hand around to pop the button of Jun's jeans nudging them down inch by inch. Jun broke the kiss to step out of them and took the opportunity to return the favor.
After pausing to empty his pockets of the supplies he had grabbed from his duffle bag, Sho kicked his jeans across the hall and attacked Jun with renewed vigor, peppering kisses across his face before reclaiming his lips. Jun nipped at Sho’s full bottom lip, hands leaving a blazing trail across Sho’s naked back. Sho arched into the touch, wanting more and wanting it now. Only their boxers stood in the way of many fantastic things.
Sho's hands wrapped around Jun's neck, using the advantage to pull Jun across the hall and into a dark bedroom. They stumbled in the unfamiliar room for a few moments, struggling to remove their boxers, hands never leaving each other. Sho tripped over the futon and pulled Jun down with him. Lying next to each other on the futon, Sho tangled his legs with Jun's, making sure the other wasn't going anywhere. He used the leverage to roll Jun and straddle his hips, coming to hover above the younger man. "Now I have you right where I want you," Sho murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.
Jun opened his mouth to say something, but Sho was two steps ahead of him, swooping down to claim his lips. Sho didn't stay in one place for long, as he moved to trace the line of Jun's jawline with his lips. He dotted Jun's skin with featherlight kisses, nips and licks, grinning as he felt, more than heard, a low moan that Jun could no longer suppress. Sho sighed as he felt Jun's hands return to his hair.
"You're not allowed to cut your hair-,” Jun gasped as Sho hummed against a particularly sensitive spot.
Sho chose to ignore that comment. He was too busy memorizing Jun’s collarbone with his lips while his hands drifted lower and lower, teasing a nipple and playing with Jun’s navel. While he would’ve liked to stay here forever, making out with Jun, nakedly, he knew that their absence could be noticed at any moment (despite his assurances to the contrary). Sho’s hand finally closed around Jun’s cock. He grinned wickedly into Jun’s neck as the other arched underneath him. He coaxed Jun to full hardness, his fingers lightly twisting around the length.
Sho’s fingers left Jun long enough to coat the fingers of his other hand with a generous amount of lube. Knowing the pain that Jun would be feeling shortly, he reclaimed Jun’s lips in another kiss. He continued the torturous teasing of Jun’s cock while he slowly worked him open. He eagerly drank in Jun’s little gasps and moans, pushing the other back down when he arched into Sho’s hand.
Concentrating on his task, Sho didn’t notice Jun’s hand until it closed around his own cock. Sho moaned low into Jun’s mouth as the other’s hand began to slowly twist and pull. Overcome by the pleasure flooding through his body, Sho broke the kiss, panting into Jun’s mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name,” Sho murmured into Jun’s ear. He grasped for the condom packet, only to find that it was already in Jun’s free hand. Jun tore open the packet and slid it over Sho’s aching cock.
Placing each of his hands on Jun’s hips, Sho lined up with Jun’s entrance and slid in slowly. He almost came just from the warm tightness around his cock. He vaguely heard Jun’s hiss of pain, gave him a moment to relax, then started thrusting, slow and deep. One hand returned to Jun’s cock, working it in time with his thrusts. The day’s frustrations and anxieties disappeared as they rocked together, the dark room filled with their gasps and low moans. Sho’s other hand came around to cup Jun’s cheek as Sho leaned in for a kiss, slow and deep. Without even realizing it, he had wanted - no, needed - this all day.
Neither could maintain the kiss for long as Sho increased the pace. His hand trailed down Jun’s side, then lifted Jun’s hips, angling for the spot that would make Jun see stars. Jun’s legs wrapped around Sho’s waist, pulling him deeper and deeper. Jun suddenly cried out Sho’s name, and Sho grinned wickedly, knowing that he had Jun right where he wanted him. He pounded Jun faster and deeper, fingers twisting and pulling Jun’s cock until Jun came with a shudder. Sho pumped Jun through his orgasm, studying the other man’s face in the dim moonlight filtering through the shuttered windows. From the ball of fire building in his stomach, Sho knew he was close. He thrust a couple more times, deep and fast, trembling as he came inside Jun with a low moan.
Sho collapsed onto the futon next to Jun and took a few deep breaths. He was still out of breath when Jun leaned over for a soft kiss. “I really should play the piano more often if this is how it’s going to end,” Sho commented with a breathless chuckle.
“I never object to you playing the piano,” Jun commented with a smirk. He grabbed a towel from the floor next to the futon, wiped them clean, then rolled off the futon to take care of the dirty towel and condom. Sho reluctantly pulled himself up and gathered their boxers. He knew that they needed to head back to the main room. They dressed silently, but quickly, exchanging a few short kisses and touches, but they couldn’t hold onto the moment forever.
With Jun trailing behind him, Sho tried to slip back into the main room unnoticed, but Nino was waiting for them. He greeted them with a smirk and waggling eyebrows. Jun just looked down at the floor, while Sho turned red and stared at Nino in disbelief. “If you guys are going to try to pretend you’re not sneaking away to have sex…” Nino began slowly. “You really shouldn’t leave your clothing in the hallway.”
Jun’s head shot up, his hand coming around to smack Sho on the back of the head. Sho grimaced, putting on his best victimized face. Nino just gestured to the extra-large futon he was sharing with a sleeping Ohno and Aiba. “Come on. They fell asleep waiting for you.” Sho silently slipped under the covers, curling up in his usual spot at Aiba’s side while Jun shut off the light and nestled in between Nino and Ohno. “Just don’t grope each other,” came Nino’s voice out of the dark. Sho heard another smack and Nino’s quiet yelp. He couldn’t help but smile into his pillow. What they’d said on camera was true; they needed more trips like this.