Arashi fic - Reciprocity
Title: Reciprocity
Author: r_tenou
Genre: smut, humor
Pairing: Matsumiya
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. I do not know or own Arashi.
Length: 3350
Summary: "Face it. you've got girly wide-ass hips and the boys love that."
A/N: For someone who claims to not have an OTP, I certainly write a lot of Matsumiya. XD
beta'ed by the briliant kokkaii
and furthered by arguments from eva_lee that Dr. Seuss is not proper inspiration for lines in smut.
“Face it. You've got girly wide-ass hips and the boys love that.”
Jun looked up from his bag, his search for honey-flavored cough drops long forgotten as he peered up at Nino's lax form on the couch. “Who in the world are you talking to?” he asked, as it appeared the slighter man was so absorbed in his game that Jun wasn't sure who the comment was aimed at. Nino always had the strangest tastes in games and he wouldn't doubt it if the older male had been chatting with some on-screen character. Wouldn't be the first time, wouldn't be the last.
His guess was wrong though. Nino peered up over his 3DS with that ever-present mischievous gleam in his eyes. “You,” he said to Jun as though it were only too apparent. “Who else would I be talking to? Myself?”
Jun sat back against the base of the couch, arms resting precariously on his knees. He shouldn't ask more - knew better than to ask more - still had to ask more. “And where did this come from all of a sudden?”
Nino shrugged coolly. “It's just an observation.”
“Right. Well, just to set the record straight - I do not have girly hips.” Jun went back to his search. There was a tickle in his throat and he was damned if he was going to catch a cold during concert season. “And the boys are not looking,” he added as an afterthought.
Nino laughed loudly, shrilly, and Jun's first instinct was to smack him. He held back. “There's not a damn thing that's straight about you, Matsumoto,” Nino crowed, snapping his game system shut unexpectedly. He scrambled forward onto his knees, and then kneeling, brought his face down to Jun's level with an unreadable expression. “And just so you know, this boy is looking.”
“That,” Jun faced away purposely, his back to Nino, though he couldn't hide the small smirk that appeared, threatening to follow with a long laugh, “sounds like a really bad pick-up line. The kind Aiba-kun uses on Sho-san.” He turned back to Nino, the smile never fading. “I thought you could come up with better, Ninomiya.”
Nino took it as a challenge. “Should I back it up, then?” Leaning forward on one arm, he used the other to wind his fingers through the hair at the base of Jun's skull, pulling just shy of painful. It held the youngest in place, face slightly elevated as he pouted around warm breath and his brows creased to form a frown.
Jun seemed unaffected. “You do realize where we are, right? The others will be back soon.”
The challenge was furthered as Nino inched closer, slowly moving along the couch until he was just above Jun's face, eyes hooded behind dark, flickering lashes. “You're wearing mascara again?” Nino joked, barely above a whisper.
“Shut up.” Jun's eyes narrowed and without warning, he violently pulled Nino the rest of the distance, surprising the other man as their teeth crashed together painfully. It didn't deter them though as they continued to move into a more comfortable position. Nino had to relinquish his hold on Jun's hair, going for Jun's shoulder instead so that he didn't fall off the couch into a miserable heap. That would have ended the fun all too quickly and given the youngest a reason to laugh at him.
They started slow with one chaste kiss that Jun wasn't sure if the other had meant or not, the way it grazed his lips so lightly, so effortlessly. Nino smiled at him in passing, oddly sweet for the slighter male, but not so much that Jun couldn't appreciate it. They came together again with a deepened want, the kiss lasting much longer, meaning so much more. They found they couldn't let go.
Nino's lips were slightly chapped as Jun worked against him, with him, quickly and then slowly in a seemingly never-ending cycle. Jun thought to offer some gloss, but then remembered he was already wearing some himself, and that would have to do for Nino as well. They breathed against each other, warm air escaping through their nostrils as they refused to separate. Jun hummed his approval between them and the only sound left was that of their wet mouths moving languidly with the established beat.
The hand on Jun's shoulder tightened each time a new sound was uttered between them and Jun was more than happy to play the part of a solid brace so long as Nino wouldn't stop doing - that feels fucking wonderful - with his bottom lip.
Jun wound his left hand through Nino's hair, pulling playfully, and ran the pad of his thumb over the top of Nino's ear. He held back his own trembling when Nino shuddered against his touch.
He nibbled a bit (being a nibbler by nature), using his teeth to barely scrape at Nino's lower lip like it was something to be teased and poked until the slighter man, even at such an odd angle, smiled against him. It didn't take long, however, to resume full-on macking, a war between their mouths; Nino was determined to be the winner as his tongue peeked out to draw a line from the corner of Jun's mouth down to the mole that rested just below his lip. It was so tantalizingly slow, almost deliriously so as Nino's mouth opened and Jun could feel the moist heat from within resting on his lips.
“No tongue.” Jun cut him off abruptly, turning his head to run a line of messy kisses down the side of Nino's neck, moving here and there until he'd run out of clean space and was trying to move the collar of Nino's shirt out of the way to find more exposed skin.
“But I like tongue,” Nino whined, but didn't really complain. It was difficult to when Jun was so deliciously attached to his neck like that - like an incubus come to suck all the moans and tiny little kittenish noises he could from Nino's warm body.
Jun paused in thought. “Half-tongue.”
“How the hell do you half-tongue?” Nino clicked his tongue and pushed Jun back to realign their mouths once again, sucking and biting and pulling out all the stops until Jun was compliant against his ministrations. One swipe across Jun's lips was all it took for Nino to plunge in, exploring the hot cavern of Jun's mouth as though he'd never been there before and would never have the chance to do so again.
As it turned out, there really was no way to half-tongue.
It was all or nothing and Jun was determined enough to keep up the pace between them, battling Nino's tongue for dominance as they lazily tasted each other. The resulting flavor reminded Jun distinctly of curry and chocolate and smoke and he was more than content to drown in it, even if he'd never try the combination outside Nino's mouth.
Slowly, and doing his best not to break their connection, Nino climbed off the couch to settle on the floor in front of Jun, his hands scrambling to get the taller man's shirt up and out of the way. It was a difficult feat considering Jun was trying to do him the same courtesy. They succeeded after a matter of moments, tossing the garments haphazardly aside, and began touching, touching, touching everywhere they could, every expanse of smooth, hot skin.
The kisses turned more feverish, more longing, more sporadic as Nino traced his fingertips along Jun's stomach, feeling the skin there jump at the ticklish sensation. Jun ran long fingers down Nino's back, feeling the curved spine as it dipped down and down and disappeared under the hem of his pants. He wanted so badly to follow it, to run his hands down the surface of Nino's ass and ask him who had the girly wide hips again?
There was no time though; before he knew it, Nino was pushing him back, a hand on each shoulder. “What are you doing?” Jun asked, awkwardly posed as his friend tried to lay him back on the soft carpet.
“Just lay back,” Nino requested none too nicely. His tone was impatient and his hands even more so as he pressed against Jun. He rolled his eyes dramatically as Jun resisted furiously, pushing back in earnest. Jun didn't know where this was going, but he sure as hell wasn't playing bottom to anyone. “Damn it, Jun. Just lay back. You can top later.”
Jun looked at Nino like there was hella good reason not to believe him.
“I don't want to finish just yet,” Nino explained with a hmph. “I just want to explore.”
Jun did lay back, allowing Nino to guide him onto the surface of the carpet, praying to whatever higher power that he wouldn't have rug burn after it was all said and done. Nino climbed up over him, straddling his hips with a leg on each side, and for the first time since this whole mess started, Jun realized just how hard he was, just how hard Nino was, as the older boy rocked against him experimentally - oh yes. Do that again, please?
Nino stilled above him, simply looking down at Jun with gleaming eyes filled with promises of evil and pleasure. “No wonder I can't stop looking,” he said cheekily, a smarmy grin resting on his features.
“Is that your way of telling me I'm pretty?” Jun asked as Nino traced a single finger down the taller man's side, unabashedly staring at the pale color that covered him.
A short strangling laugh came out of Nino all at once, sounding half like a cough and half an expression of disbelief. He shook his head in amusement, his hands drawing intricate patterns along Jun's torso. “You already know you're pretty,” he said, oddly serious. “No one has to tell you that.”
He flattened his palms against Jun's stomach and worked his way upward, ghosting over peaked nipples and dragging fingertips up Jun's collarbones. Jun's shoulders were wide, almost more so than his hips - hips that were moving up to meet Nino frantically, almost desperately. “Have a little patience, will you?” Nino chided, slapping Jun's arm lightly and ignoring the way the youngest was grasping at his jean-clad thighs.
Nino leaned down to kiss a line up the path he'd only just marked with his hands, a mixture of taste and tongue, nipping at Jun's clavicle as to take in every detailed whine of protest that came from Jun's parted lips. Jun was a man who appreciated details; Nino just liked to torture.
“I'm not a girl, you know,” Jun complained (he wouldn't admit to actually enjoying it, though he did - immensely) as Nino captured a nipple between his lips and teased relentlessly, licking and nibbling, pinching and tweaking. Something caught in Jun's throat and he arched up without realizing it.
Nino retaliated in earnest, going for the other side. His hands pressed down against Jun's shoulders, though the younger wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. “This isn't for your benefit. It's for mine.”
“You're turned on by the weirdest things,” Jun retorted like they were talking about whips and chains and not something so completely (and yet tantalizingly) vanilla. The real tension, though, between the Matsumiya pair lay in their banter, every good lay coming after an argument or some biting remark cast the other's way. It was the friction in their words that did the most damage.
“It's not so strange.” Nino shrugged above him and somehow the movement caused their lower halves closer together. Jun groaned piteously, his hands on Nino's thighs forcing the shorter man back down onto him. “You should be enjoying my reverence of your gay self.”
Jun couldn't help the wry smile that crossed his features. “Is that what this is?”
Their mouths collided again, wanting and needing for some kind of movement, sweetly antagonizing and massaging. His hands found their way back to Nino's hair, slipping in and out and down, fingers gliding down the back of Nino's neck. He loved Nino's neck in a slightly unhealthy way, wanting nothing more than to press his lips to the nape, to lightly scrape his teeth against the pulse point, to leave some sort of mark that told the world he'd been there.
Nino laid flush against him, moving down until they were nearly perfectly aligned, torso against torso with only the slightest amount of leverage to keep his hipbones from digging against Jun's. The constriction of fabric between them was maddening, but they made no move to relieve themselves of the denim material, continuing their loose grind - clockwise, counter-clockwise, up and down.
Breathing had become an ordeal and they broke apart every few seconds, hearts racing, to gasp in precious air that seemed as though it was never enough. “W-we really need to finish this... mm... ah... do that again... before the others come back,” Jun panted out, his breath warm on Nino's cheek.
“Mm,” Nino moaned as he rolled his hips again upon the younger man's request. “Fine. You're no fun, Jun-kun,” he said, though they both knew it was a lie. It was so fun - so maddeningly fun, that they couldn't stop even if they wanted to by that point.
The knowledge didn't keep Jun from pouting as Nino got up off him, ending the wonderful heat between them for the time being. Jun felt the absence of Nino's heat wash over him as he reached up and allowed himself to be pulled into a standing position. “Where should we take this?” Nino asked mischievously, smirking that evil little grin that Jun wouldn't admit he found so damn endearing.
“The floor wasn't good enough for you?”
“I'm not being fucked into the carpet.”
Jun nodded. “Fair enough.”
There was no deliberation as Nino began pulling him down the hall and into the doorway of a dimly lit room. Jun had his doubts that it'd be alright, but the problem in his pants made sure that any rationality was out for the day and so he allowed himself to be tugged this way and that. They kicked off their jeans and underwear in a hurry, feeling no shame nor embarrassment at the sight of each other. It wasn't anything they hadn't seen before on many, many occasions.
There was a bed along the furthest wall and without warning, Jun pushed Nino down onto it, crawling up between the shorter man's legs as he edged his way back onto the mattress. There were no apologies, even as Nino hit his head against the wall with a resounding thud. Jun was determined to have his turn on top, damn it.
“Eager much, Jun-chan?” Nino asked, blinking innocently up at the youngest. Jun's reply came when he loosely wrapped his hand around Nino's standing erection, pumping with nimble fingers. “Ah. Ah! J-Jun-chan...”
“Who said you could call me that?” Jun asked with a smirk, doing his best to elicit more from Nino - moans, mewls, incoherent words all in the older man's shrill little voice. He gave one last firm stroke and Nino nearly came up off the bed with him. The sheets were twisted all around him, and Jun found he quite liked the way Nino lay amongst them, hot and panting for air.
“DoS,” Nino chided with heavy eyelids. “Weren't you the one who said we needed to hurry up?”
“You had your chance,” Jun said dangerously, crawling up over Nino. “Now it's my turn.”
He attached himself at Nino's neck once more, finally able to do some of the things he'd wanted to at a better angle. He'd said no tongue, but found he couldn't help but lap at the area just over Nino's pulse point, feeling the slighter man tremble below him in silent anticipation. Jun kissed, he licked, he nipped down his favorite trail, from clavicle to that sweet area just behind Nino's ear. He could feel Nino breathe against his own - short little panting breaths that left Jun feeling warm all over.
Their bodies moved slowly down below, easing the ever-growing pressure and drawing the moment out as long as possible. “You said I have girly hips,” Jun whined darkly, hotly in Nino's ear, breathing the words out in short, shaking gasps. “Will you still think so when you're wrapped around them, begging for more?”
Nino would have laughed if the feeling of Jun all around him didn't already have him shaking. “M-Matsujun's no good at dirty talk, I'm afraid.”
Jun reached down to lightly palm at Nino's cock in reply.
“Damn it Jun,” the slighter man moaned under him, tightly wound and wanting release. He reached down to join Jun's hand, twisting the movement to fit his wants. “This... this isn't going to last much longer... do you have what we need?”
Jun paused abruptly, sitting back and releasing Nino. “Don't you have any?”
“No,” Nino panicked, wide-eyed. “I thought you carried that shit in your bag.”
“I don't just carry it everywhere!” Jun growled in apparent frustration. “I mean, I did have it... but I changed bags yesterday.”
Nino ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Do you think there's any around here? I mean, what with the way Sho and Aiba go at it... there has to be some somewhere...” he turned over onto his side, frantically shuffling through the contents on the low table beside the bed. After moments of searching, he threw himself back onto the mattress with a loud whine, eyes clenched in protest. “Who the hell doesn't keep that stuff in plain reach?”
Jun sat, obliviously dumbfounded and at a loss, so completely unlike himself, but the lack of blood to his brain coupled with the way Nino looked right then - and oh, he just wanted Nino to touch him. “Touch me,” he ordered without warning and it was Nino's turn to look at him, bewildered and confounded.
“Eh?”
“Touch me,” Jun repeated. “I have a sore throat, so I'm definitely not going down on you,” he said like it was a legitimate excuse. “We'll do this the old-fashioned way.”
Nino smirked in realization. “Whatever gets you off, Jun-kun.” And he meant it.
Short digits wrapped around Jun as he lowered himself down onto Nino again, reclaiming his lips as they struggled to find what was good for both of them. They thrust against one another, Jun's hand going down to wrap around Nino's as it pumped his aching member - and then both their members in a steady rhythm. They grew heated once again, a cycle of fast and slow, just like their messy kisses.
There was barely any room between them and yet it seemed as though there was too much space, not enough skin touching, and not enough wonderful friction happening. Their speed increased and Jun gasped against Nino's mouth - almost there, almost there, almost there.
The front door opened somewhere in the background.
Jun froze.
“We're back!” a voice called.
“Damn it, Matsumoto...” Nino cursed as he fought to keep them moving. “I don't care if you want to walk around with a raging hard-on for the rest of the day. You will finish me off.” He twisted his hand ever so slightly and Jun groaned, falling back into their steady pace, regardless of who else was in the apartment, moving against and with and over and under. Jun found himself incapable of thought. Nino found himself sure of only two things:
It was so right and felt so fucking good.
The world grew hazy and Jun saw stars, his mouth agape as he trembled over the slighter man in waves. Following, Nino bucked violently under him and then collapsed, a wet, sticky mess between them as they tangled over sheets that were not theirs.
The door opened and there was no time to cover themselves.
“Guys!” Sho shouted in noticeable shock, though they could not see his face. “If you want to fuck, do it in your own apartment! Not in my bed!”
Jun didn't tell him they'd almost done it on the carpet.
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I don't usually write smut, so comments (and crits) are love. XD