Ohno in Wonderland: The Hatter and the Cheshire
Title: Ohno in Wonderland: The Hatter and the Cheshire
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jun/Aiba
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Aiba recovers after Ohno goes home.
Note: Not betaed. This is for alexxasick, who donated to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on. Thank you and sorry for the wait!
Also, this is part of the Ohno in Wonderland series (just in case that wasn't obvious). For those of you that forgot or never read it chapter one is here. Or you can find it on my recently updated masterpost!!
Jun was quietly reading a book (held upside down) in the parlor off of Nino’s private quarters when Aiba appeared with a pop just inside the doorway, looking for him and knowing exactly where to find him.
After spending the better part of the morning convincing Nino that he shouldn’t dedicate his entire army to looking for Ohno instead of keeping to their usual defensive tactics (because in fact they did have white chess pieces to look out for, and who knew what might happen if they were suddenly given so much slack), Aiba had gotten into an unusual mood, the kind that only one person could take care of.
So he had gone to find that person, knowing his hiding places better than the flick of his tail, and a playful smirk spread across his lips as he began to walk around the front of the couch to join his friend.
Without saying anything-even though Jun hadn’t looked at him yet, Aiba knew that he had noticed him the second he had appeared, because they had been friends forever, so long ago that Aiba couldn’t remember when they had met or if they even had to meet or if they had just appeared together whenever Wonderland had formed-he climbed onto the cushion next to him, knees tucked under the rest of his body, and set his chin on Jun’s shoulder to watch his face from only inches away.
It took several minutes and a few turned pages before Jun finally tidily ripped out one to save his spot and set it along with the book on top of the side table, which of course was shaped like a heart, right next to a steaming cup of tea, but Jun turned stiffly to Aiba, as if he didn’t care for his presence in the least, even if the Cheshire really knew he did.
“Aiba-chan.”
It wasn’t a greeting, more like, tell me what you want already.
“Hello, Jun,” Aiba said peppily, trying to act relaxed when he, in truth, wasn’t. Actually, he was a little worn from dealing with Nino, who never seemed to believe anything he said (even when he was being completely serious), demanding that Aiba was keeping Oh-chan from him for his own personal reasons, and it took Sho’s interference, of personally dedicating himself to Ohno’s search, until the Red Queen finally calmed down (and Aiba still tried to talk them out of that plan, but Sho missing from the army wasn’t much, and besides, it actually gave him something to do, besides pamper Nino that was, and Aiba was always fully for anything that wasn’t that).
Because Ohno wasn’t here anymore. He had gone home to where the people who loved him, and he loved, were waiting for him, and Aiba was happy, even if he didn’t get to see him much anymore. Maybe someday he would come back… it was one of those things that Aiba knew already but couldn’t share with anyone else, so when he was asked by someone who would believe him, he just gave a secretive smile to tease them (but no one that would actually believe what he would have to say had asked him that particular question yet; in fact, he was pretty sure Ohno himself was the only person he knew that fit into both categories).
“Sho-chan just left to go find Oh-chan, even though I told him he wouldn’t.”
Jun politely listened to him with a tilted chin, even though his expression didn’t change. He never asked Aiba how he knew the things that he did, and didn’t seem to particularly care either.
“I sort of miss him, though. We had a lot of fun with Oh-chan, didn’t we Jun?”
The hatter grunted in reply and leisurely reached over for his tea cup, taking a sip of something that was goopier than tea should be. The fireplace was lit despite the warm weather, but Aiba knew that this kind of flame would only cool the room down, keeping it the perfect temperature all the time, and besides, it had a nice ambiance.
“I know you really liked him. Usually you don’t talk to anyone, let alone someone you don’t know.”
“Well you were the liaison that brought about our meeting,” Jun replied huffily, staring at the fire with an unreadable expression, and Aiba grinned, taking comfort in the fact that Jun hadn’t changed after being introduced to Oh-chan. At least for the time being, Nino had grown a little (although now he was just upset), Sho had become more confident than before, and even Kame had been thrown off of his high horse a bit, so to speak, and Aiba knew it was because of Ohno. Because although Ohno didn’t think he was worth much, he had been a huge influence on all of them, helping them towards personal progression as much as he had helped himself.
But Jun was still Jun, even though Aiba had been a little scared that he would lose him, that he would soften under Ohno’s gentle aura. Instead it was simply like they had made a new best friend, one that had only been around for a few days but was just as close and dear as Jun and Aiba were to each other.
“And you made him some nice new clothes. You only ever make me and Nino new clothes.”
In reality, he was only teasing the hatter, because even though he wanted to be jealous somewhere inside his chest, it was Ohno, so how could he?
“If you had simply come to complain to me that Ohno is no longer in the presence of Wonderland, you should have said so up front because then I could have continued reading while you did so.”
Aiba flicked his tail unconsciously, knowing that he had succeeded in ruffling Jun, who was rarely upturned, but things were unfolding as per his plan, so he continued right away.
“No. I came for some scratching.”
Jun’s pupils flickered over to him, resting in the corner of his almond eyes, and he tucked a piece of loose hair behind his ear unconsciously, his hat already in a safe resting place on top of a bookcase that almost reached the ceiling. After their night of celebration, which was only a few days ago (but time was different in Wonderland and it only felt like a few hours to Aiba), they had all fallen back into their regular niches, Jun’s hair all over the place because he couldn’t be bothered to take care of it unless the occasion called for it.
“Well, come on, then,” Jun finally urged him, removing his hands from his thighs, where they had fallen after discarding the book, and Aiba straightened up, grinning at him in appreciation before readjusting himself so that he could lay down on the couch with his head in Jun’s lap.
His skilled hands immediately went to Aiba’s hair, scratching his scalp familiarly, taking extra care to rub the base of his cat ears, a place that was fairly sensitive and that Jun used to make him melt every time they did this, which, at a casual level, happened almost every day. But at a deeper level, meaning right now, they rarely did this, Aiba knowing Jun (who knew him) too well to push things past where they ought to be.
Within a minute Aiba began purring loudly, his face pressed against Jun’s stomach, and he was getting worked up, just like he always did when this lasted past the casual level, with Jun’s fragrant smell and slightly increasing heart rate that Aiba could hear just barely, and of course his hands, those hands that had done so much over the years.
One of them, after making its round of Aiba’s head, landed on his human ear, which was in the usual spot (and mostly useless because his cat ears could hear better, but at least they would hold a piercing properly). He uncovered it from mop of hair first before running his fingers over it almost curiously, even though Aiba knew he had seen it millions of times before.
“Is it the same here?” he asked straightforwardly, not making excuses for himself for not already knowing or for inquiring about something strange.
But Aiba wasn’t expecting anything more or less, and he understood the question perfectly, so he answered, “Not really. I imagine it’s the same as anyone else’s human-type ear.”
“Some people like their ears touched,” Jun threw out defensively, still a little fired up from Aiba’s light teasing, and the cat smiled at the thought, pushing himself farther into the fabric of Jun’s vest.
“Not as much as I do. Just the cat ones, though.”
Jun didn’t reply after that, but went back to his scalp massage, and just as he was getting Aiba purring again at full capacity, he went in for the kill.
Both sets of fingers found his ears on the top of his head, the tips of them working into the area where they merged into his hair, and Aiba could feel his body light up, like a glass that had been filled to the top and was finally overflowing.
They kept going, even as Aiba started wriggling the rest of his body, his thighs rubbing together and his fingers clenching and unclenching in the fabric of the couch, like a cat sharpening its claws even though Aiba didn’t have any of those, and he could feel Jun turn from almost defensive to satisfied, knowing that he had Aiba where he wanted him and that the tables had turned.
Although, actually, Aiba had been the one to allow the tables to turn-had even been seeking such an action, but Jun probably knew that too.
“How is it?” he asked in a soft voice, and Aiba could only moan in return, interrupting his purring for just a moment to get the noise out.
But it wasn’t really an answer, and now it was his turned to be teased back.
Jun’s fingers slowed and he added, “Is it not to your liking, Aiba-chan? I’m sure Kame can-“
“No,” he whined, then sat up, and turned to him fluidly on his knees, wrapping his arms around Jun’s shoulders and crawling onto his lap (well, straddling his lap, because he certainly wasn’t as small as a regular cat, and he couldn’t fit all of himself in that small space that was just the right size for his head), “Don’t stop,” he begged, nuzzling Jun under his chin to encourage him to start again, and he did with a lopsided grin, running his fingers through Aiba’s hair quickly before his fingers started to massage that perfect area that was already tingling.
By now Aiba was gasping for breath, his nose pressed against Jun’s collar and his fingers gripping the hatter’s shirt, still flexing like a regular cat’s, and it wasn’t only his head that felt like it was burning up. His hips started moving as his body jerked again, his tail twitching back and forth like it was being pulled by a child, and Jun was slowing down as he no doubt realized the state the Cheshire was in.
Aiba pulled himself up so that he could look into Jun’s eyes, and Jun was serious as he looked back, even when Aiba slid his hands on other side of his face and started pulling the two of them together urgently.
But before their lips met, Jun had covered Aiba’s mouth with his palm, halting all of his movements.
“I already told you, Aiba. No kissing.”
His tail stopped moving immediately, and he averted his eyes down to Jun’s chest, feeling completely ashamed for losing himself in this moment, of forgetting the rules he already knew by heart, because they understood each other so well, how far they could push and how far they could take, and Jun had never taken him all the way to kissing before. Everything else, but never kissing. It must have been because he had gone to the human world recently, where the rules were completely different, that he had gotten confused on what was acceptable and what absolutely wasn’t.
When Jun was sure that Aiba was in control again, he lowered his hand and slid his both of them around his waist, scratching his back comfortingly and Aiba allowed his tense body to relax under the gentle touches.
“Sorry,” he whispered, but Jun ignored him, as if the whole thing had never happened in the first place, and his touches slowly fell down his back to rest on the area where Aiba’s tail merged into his spine, his dress pants specially made by Jun to accommodate it, and he started scratching there, which was even a weaker spot for Aiba than his ears.
His tail started swinging again and Aiba’s head fell to Jun’s shoulder, pressing his nose and mouth into the crisp fabric covering it to keep himself from making the same mistake twice, and he closed his eyes and just felt. Like he was supposed to.
Jun must be trying to make up for his earlier reprimand, even though he would have killed Aiba if he ever acknowledged his actions as something so nice, because he even went as far as to lift his shirt up, untucking it from his pants, and gently tease the affected area, right above his ass, lightly massaging the skin that changed from smooth human flesh to the purple hair of a cat and Aiba couldn’t take it anymore, gasping for air and even though his throat itched with wanting to purr, he couldn’t control himself enough to do so.
“Jun… we can… I mean, you’ll do it right… It’s not a problem?” he mumbled, and despite the words being less than comprehensible, Jun obviously understood what he had said-or more accurately, what he wanted.
His hands stopped and he withdrew them, giving Aiba the opportunity to stand up, which he did, and the Cheshire averted his gaze to the floor as he began stripping off his clothes quickly, placing them over the back of the couch so they wouldn’t wrinkle (although he didn’t particularly care because Wonderland wrinkles came out easily with a few well chosen words, except Jun would get chide him for being inconsiderate to the clothes, and he didn’t want any distractions right now).
When he had finally finished (it had taken a second to work his tail free since it seemed to become fluffier depending on the weather and today was just the kind it liked), he finally looked back at Jun, whose face hadn’t changed despite the new circumstances.
Aiba couldn’t wait for a move from Jun, though, because that wasn’t how this game worked.
So he climbed back onto the couch, facing away from him on his hands and knees, and flicked his tail up over his back--it long enough that the end of it fell over his bare shoulder--and presented his ass to Jun, staring down at his hands. It was humiliating as hell, but that was the point.
Once he was stiffly in place, he felt his friend move, shifting a little, and then Jun’s hand was gently petting his back, making Aiba shiver at the initial touch, before wrapping around his tail again, stroking the base like it was his cock, which was burning just as much.
“Ahh,” he signed out, finally calming down a little now that he knew Jun was going to comply, that he wasn’t going to refuse because he wasn’t in the mood and he didn’t see why Aiba always needed these sorts of things from him when Touma was just as willing and wasn’t it a little late in the day for them to be doing this?
Aiba tried not to make too much noise (although his personality made it such that he couldn’t help himself), because Jun was always so quiet, never saying a word when they got started, and that made his own cries that much more embarrassing to his sensitive cat ears.
Jun shifted again and this time Aiba smelled the fragrance of tea-whatever variety had been in the cup that was on the side table-and he found out why in a second when a slick finger was pushing into his ass, and he couldn’t stop a gasp and a jerk of his tail when he felt it easily slide in, thanks to whatever that goop Jun was using to make it smooth was.
Lowering his head a little to hide it in the crook of his elbow, which was pressed into the couch, Aiba used his other hand to grab onto his tail to keep it from moving of its own accord, because if it started bothering Jun, as it sometimes did, he would get irritated and wouldn’t continue this with Aiba, at least not today. A few noises made it past his mouth, but they didn’t permeate the room as they would have otherwise, and Aiba’s ears twitched in repressed pleasure.
A few drops of the tea landed on his ass, where Jun was working him open, and another finger slide in, feeling his insides and making Aiba shake and then it they ran over his sweet spot and Aiba clenched around them, letting out another sigh that was muffled into his arm. With his fist he squeezed his tail even though it hurt just a little bit… but it was keeping him grounded too, so Aiba didn’t loosen his grip.
Jun’s other hand was back at his tail too, stroking the base of it up along the grain of his fur, and Aiba was trembling harder, from the sensations, from holding himself back, and especially from wanting to look over his shoulder to see exactly what Jun’s face looked like in such an erotic situation.
But he didn’t, because if he did Jun would switch back to his usual introverted self and stop immediately, looking away in disdain at Aiba’s obvious lack of respect for how far he was pushing himself to help his friend, and Aiba didn’t want that, only the touches to continue as long as it was Jun and as long as he was willing.
The fingers were thrusting inside of him now, forcing him farther open, and then there was another one added to the initial two. Aiba wondered if that was catnip tea because he was getting dizzy and felt like he was floating-not the kind he usually did, but more like his brain had left his head entirely--and his body was burning everywhere even though the fire was supposed to keep the parlor a very comfortable temperature at all times.
“Ah… please, Jun,” Aiba finally gasped out, turning his head slightly to leave room for the words to exit his mouth and make it behind him so that they could be heard, because he wasn’t sure he could take any more, wasn’t sure he could continue to control himself in this state.
But, after his hand left Aiba’s tail, instead of just touching his cock-the only thing he needed to do at this point to make Aiba lose himself and come all over Nino’s couch (it would complain about it later to Nino, but he and Sho had done their fair share of questionable things in here, so Nino wouldn’t say anything to them unless he wanted his own secrets let out)-there were a few subtle noises of clothing moving and then Aiba smelt something else in addition to the tea, and that affected him even more than catnip could.
He ducked his head into the couch as far as it would go because he could not look at Jun. It was forbidden and he would stop this second if he did and be upset for the rest of the day and Aiba wanted this, wanted what Jun was about to do to him, enough that if he didn’t get it he would be sent into a depression, which was unheard of for a Cheshire.
Jun shifted again, making the couch heavier, and then he removed his fingers from Aiba, and the cat couldn’t even bring himself to chance a look at Jun’s knee through his own, just in case. No, he just kept his eyes shut as he was stretched again--although this time it wasn’t fingers there-and stopped himself from going completely crazy with the smell of Jun’s arousal.
They had only gone this far once before. Usually Jun would just jerk him off and then pretend like none of it had happened, or at the most complain that he had worked up a sweat and that his clothes had become dry, but once (it had been Before Ohno Came, which was the new event added to the timeline of Wonderland, the one after Before Nino Became the Red Queen), when Aiba was particularly worked up and verbal, Jun had done the same, pushing himself inside of him, but then Aiba, caught in surprise, had looked back and met Jun’s eyes, and immediately the hatter had pulled out again and turned away with a disappointed and ashamed expression, leaving Aiba desperate and wanting at that ridiculously long dining table.
He wouldn’t make the same mistake ever again--but right now he did gasp out a high pitched moan when Jun was completely inside of him, sending a pulse through his body from their point of contact.
Fitting his hand into the curve of Aiba’s hips, Jun took an unsteady breath (Aiba could only hear it because of his sensitive ears) and then thrust forward tentatively. He let out another tiny sigh of contentment and Aiba had to cover his head with his hands and force himself into the couch cushion farther, even though he couldn’t breathe very well that way, unraveling like a sweater poorly knit by Nino.
The next thrust, more confident, harder, made him gasp out a single syllable declaration, most likely Ah, but Aiba couldn’t concentrate enough to decipher it and instead only held himself into place, not trusting his own body to obey him otherwise.
A rhythm was decided on quickly and Jun pushed in and out, in and out, and Aiba yelled into the upholstery everything that he wanted to say because he knew that Jun wouldn’t be able to understand it-even with their bond he wouldn’t be able to because Aiba had guarded these secrets even from himself-and it helped a little, helped him from screaming too loudly and especially from turning around to see what kind of facial expression matched Jun’s panting.
Please, Jun, he told the cushion. I want you, don’t stop.
Come inside me.
And his tail, which had been freed when Aiba hid his head, had amused itself with swishing back and forth across his back in time with the thrusts. But on a particularly off target flick, it ricocheted off the back of the couch and gently tapped Jun’s shoulder, making him stop, and when Aiba realized what had happened he froze despite the pleasure thundering through him, uncovering his head so that he could properly hear what was happening behind him, since he couldn’t look.
But instead of getting irritated and retreating like he usually would, Jun just grabbed onto the tail hard (maybe he was irritated after all) and pinned it against Aiba’s hip with his hand, pausing his actions for only a second in total before starting again, making Aiba cry out from the surprise of it all, that he hadn’t pulled away.
The tail tried to escape or twitch in pleasure or something, but it could only tickle Aiba’s skin on his waist and then his stomach and he willed it to stop because it was only making this whole thing worse, what with his nose being overloaded and his brain going crazy from any image it could conjure up of Jun’s sexy features and what sort of formation they must be in right now.
“J-Jun… Ahhh!” Aiba moaned out into the thick air of the room, his hands gripping into the fabric of the couch again and he was there, at the peak he had been striving for since he had come into this room an hour earlier, but it couldn’t get out by itself and Aiba couldn’t move to help it.
Then Jun mimicked him and let out a gasp that had been louder than any of the rest of the previous ones, loud enough that Aiba didn’t even need his special cat hears to hear it.
And then, as if in slow motion, it happened.
Aiba turned his head, his shaggy hair brushing his bare speckled shoulder as he did so, his eyes blinking just once, and a bead of sweat was displaced and slipped down his cheek on one side, falling onto the back of his hand. His eyes caught sight of Jun, still completely dressed except for his pants down enough to get his cock out, and his flushed face, his already long and unkempt hair even more unruly than normal, weighed down with his own perspiration and curling with the wetness, falling into his face all the way to his plump lips that were shining in the light from the fire. And his eyes were closed, but only for a second, because they shot open, already pinned on Aiba’s face as if he had felt the curious gaze immediately.
He meant to look away-he really did. There might be a chance he could salvage the situation, because Jun had forgiven his tail, hadn’t he? But he couldn’t, not after seeing Jun in such a way, not when he was still this way, halfway inside of him and staring seriously at Aiba with deep eyes.
It was almost as if the whole room had frozen when they had-the tea’s fragrance had stagnated and the flicking flames retreated to a point in which they were almost not noticeable, and certainly not to either of the room’s occupants in their current precarious position.
Finally Jun asked, “What?” almost casually, and his face melted back into his usual bored expression, except for his eyes stayed the same and Aiba knew that meant something.
The correct way to go about this, though, was to not ask questions or make assumptions and to take all responsibility on himself. So after thinking very quickly (he was good at that), Aiba responded, “My tail won’t be in the way if I’m on my back.”
Another bead of sweat slid down his face to accentuate the fact that he knew he was taking a risk with those words-that they were a cover for what he really wanted to say and that Jun would figure that out instantly, but he would probably get upset if Aiba said what he wanted to straight out, so he didn’t.
“Fine,” he conceded, and released Aiba completely so that he could twist onto his back (which he did easily, almost as if he were floating in place) and Aiba made sure his tail was pinned securely under his back before opening his legs again in an obvious invitation, bending his knees so his ass was raised off the couch, and watching Jun for what he would do.
Although he looked just a little miffed about being interrupted, he went back to his position between Aiba’s legs and without saying anything else, slid back into him.
He couldn’t believe this was happening because Jun had refused him every time before now, not being confident or interested or empathetic to what Aiba was feeling-and then his heart thought of Ohno and he saw that he had had an effect on Jun, he had just hidden it so well, like he always did, that Aiba hadn’t seen it until now. And he thanked Ohno silently for it.
Jun still couldn’t bring himself to look at him, though, instead letting his gaze stay on Aiba’s stomach, where he could protect himself from being read so easily, and adjusted himself into a better position, pulling Aiba’s leg, which was on the verge of slipping off the couch, up and hooking it over his hip.
When everything seemed in place (meticulously, although it didn’t take long) Jun slowly thrusted again, with the same unsure movements that had surfaced earlier, and Aiba didn’t take his eyes off of his him, even though he was scared that at any minute Jun might decided that he didn’t like this venerable position after all and leave. Even if it was only this much, he was grateful for being able to see this sort of Jun, so different from the usual strict hatter that was nonnegotiable on having things precisely the way he wanted them.
But under the close scrutiny, Jun managed to recover and started steadying himself as he became more confident in what he was doing, returning Aiba to his peak in only a few seconds, even after the loss of stimulation for several minutes during their change of position.
Still embarrassed, Aiba covered his mouth with one hand as a moan started to escape, and he held it in place much to its displeasure, but Jun was suddenly looking at him curiously, meeting his eyes for the first time since this had started and Aiba felt himself blush from the tips of his purple ears all the way down to his toenails.
Another one surfaced, this time in the shape of Jun’s name, and Aiba held it in too, squeezing his eyes shut for a second as it fought him, and his tail was also trying to get free, jerking in place where it was pinned underneath him.
Then Jun was leaning over him, forcing his hand away and shoving it into the couch cushion, thrusting into him deeply at the same time, and Aiba’s back arched as, “Jun!” escaped out of his mouth, sweetly and maybe even higher pitched than anyone that wasn’t a cat would.
“Aiba-chan,” came back at him softly, falling from Jun’s lips and onto his cheek where it sunk into his skin like a gentle kiss.
He was lost after that, wrapping his other leg around Jun’s hips and his tail had broken free but he didn’t care and his other hand tangled in Jun’s hair, flexing unconsciously and maybe even tugging a little, but Jun didn’t complain and actually hovered closer, his breaths warming Aiba’s lips and traveling all the way through his chest and stomach to pool under the heat that was already pressurizing at his cock. Moans came out at will now, and Aiba’s throat was contracting in between the noises, trying to purr even though he couldn’t in this state, and his mouth was hanging open the whole time while his eyes traveled around Jun’s close facial features, feeling heavier and heavier by the second.
It only took another moment until they were kissing-actually kissing-something that was only reserved for the closest lovers because it showed your venerability and your dedication to that person and it was special and that’s why Jun wouldn’t let him, because it was the ultimate commitment, like sex was for humans, which didn’t make sense to Aiba because sex was so completely physical, while kissing was like sharing your soul.
But here Jun was kissing him-Aiba knew that it hadn’t been himself that had initiated the actions, because he had gained a sort of fantastic insight when he had looked into Jun’s eyes a second ago, when he hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t ended everything on the spot, the sort of thing that had happened to him the first time he had seen Ohno’s arrival in his head, taking him out of his body, out of his environment, showing him the universe and then putting him back in the same spot like everything would still be the same after that somehow.
It wasn’t the same, though, not now and not when he had seen Ohno for the first time. Jun’s mouth was sweet on his own, soft and luscious and something happened with their tongues touched, like the mix of the two different salivas had produced honey and it was melting into the back of Aiba’s throat, allowing him to purr and it was the most content feeling that he had ever experienced.
Jun’s hips hadn’t stopped, though, and now his hand was fondling Aiba’s cock, and he exploded because Jun was kissing him and his cock so deep inside, and he could feel Jun coming too, a new smell that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end and he could feel vibrations coming from Jun’s mouth into his almost like he was purring too, although it was probably something more like a moan since Jun was not a cat at all, and then their lips broke and they both gasped for air, Aiba’s eyes heavy with fatigue and Jun’s lips plump shining as the light from the fire flickered happily.
Staring into his eyes, Jun swallowed once (and Aiba mimicked the action) before mumbled out, still not completely composed, “You’d better not tell anyone we did that.”
This was a perfect opportunity to tease him, but Aiba knew when a risk was too much to take (in this case, he could end up dead), so he just nodded his head and took one more look at Jun’s disheveled features as the hatter pushed himself back into a sitting position, pulling his cock out of Aiba but leaving his cum behind.
First he took a sip of his thick tea as if resting after a particularly tiring round of Flangerfuffle, then sighed and stood to tidy up his clothes while Aiba watched him contently.
Although he wanted to voice his thoughts, to thank the hatter for doing what he had for him, to give Ohno the credit, to tell Jun how amazing it had been-how amazing he was--he knew that Jun would only scoff at him and either ignore or deny his exclamations.
So instead Aiba just smiled warmly and then, when Jun sat back down into the corner of the couch in which he had originally been found and collected the torn out page to continue his reading (still upside down), Aiba turned around so that he could put his head into his lap once again.
Almost unconsciously, Jun’s free hand tangled in his hair, and Aiba purred satisfactorily, closing his eyes and settling in for a nap.
“You know, we could do this with Oh-chan when he comes back,” he suggested halfheartedly, smiling mischievously even though what he had said was an honest suggestion-there was only one other person that Aiba would share Jun with, even considering Nino and Sho and Touma and Kame-and that was Ohno. He couldn’t explain it, but Ohno just fit and he knew that Jun loved him as much as Aiba did, even if he didn’t show it much.
But he chuckled as he thought about Ohno, after he had gotten back to his wedding and ended up happily ever after, and added, “At least if the other Jun will let us.”
“Hmm?” the hatter Jun asked, obviously not paying attention to what he was saying, and Aiba just smiled again, knowingly.
Because the day would come when Ohno would return, and they would all be waiting for him. Jun and Nino and Sho, and even Kame and Touma. And especially Aiba.
He had a lot to thank him for after all.
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A/N: Well, actually I have a lot to say about this, so I hope you'll forgive me for being long winded. ^__^
When alexxasick suggested a prompt in this direction, I wasn't sure what to do... because Ohno in Wonderland was posted a while ago, although I still love it, and Jun/Aiba was never a pairing for that universe, even in my head. So although I could have left this at friendship or made it very vague, I decided to make it something more than that, because I think it worked and I got to add a few things about wonderland sex that didn't make the cut in the Sho/Nino sidestory. Actually, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have written this if I hadn't posted the other NC-17 in the first place.
Also, since it was a while ago, I wasn't confident that I could give this the same narrative feeling that the original work had, that the characters would come out different or it wouldn't be creative enough, etc. But, actually (you'll have to let me know if you agree) I think it ended up okay because it's from Aiba's point of view. You got to learn a little more about him as a character and Jun's personality, and how Wonderland is outside of Ohno's sleepy head, so maybe this is a useful addition after all?
I'd really love some feedback on this if you have time, especially if something seems inconsistent or if there's a part that's hard to understand. I'm sorry for always being so insecure. Thanks for reading!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jun/Aiba
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Aiba recovers after Ohno goes home.
Note: Not betaed. This is for alexxasick, who donated to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on. Thank you and sorry for the wait!
Also, this is part of the Ohno in Wonderland series (just in case that wasn't obvious). For those of you that forgot or never read it chapter one is here. Or you can find it on my recently updated masterpost!!
Jun was quietly reading a book (held upside down) in the parlor off of Nino’s private quarters when Aiba appeared with a pop just inside the doorway, looking for him and knowing exactly where to find him.
After spending the better part of the morning convincing Nino that he shouldn’t dedicate his entire army to looking for Ohno instead of keeping to their usual defensive tactics (because in fact they did have white chess pieces to look out for, and who knew what might happen if they were suddenly given so much slack), Aiba had gotten into an unusual mood, the kind that only one person could take care of.
So he had gone to find that person, knowing his hiding places better than the flick of his tail, and a playful smirk spread across his lips as he began to walk around the front of the couch to join his friend.
Without saying anything-even though Jun hadn’t looked at him yet, Aiba knew that he had noticed him the second he had appeared, because they had been friends forever, so long ago that Aiba couldn’t remember when they had met or if they even had to meet or if they had just appeared together whenever Wonderland had formed-he climbed onto the cushion next to him, knees tucked under the rest of his body, and set his chin on Jun’s shoulder to watch his face from only inches away.
It took several minutes and a few turned pages before Jun finally tidily ripped out one to save his spot and set it along with the book on top of the side table, which of course was shaped like a heart, right next to a steaming cup of tea, but Jun turned stiffly to Aiba, as if he didn’t care for his presence in the least, even if the Cheshire really knew he did.
“Aiba-chan.”
It wasn’t a greeting, more like, tell me what you want already.
“Hello, Jun,” Aiba said peppily, trying to act relaxed when he, in truth, wasn’t. Actually, he was a little worn from dealing with Nino, who never seemed to believe anything he said (even when he was being completely serious), demanding that Aiba was keeping Oh-chan from him for his own personal reasons, and it took Sho’s interference, of personally dedicating himself to Ohno’s search, until the Red Queen finally calmed down (and Aiba still tried to talk them out of that plan, but Sho missing from the army wasn’t much, and besides, it actually gave him something to do, besides pamper Nino that was, and Aiba was always fully for anything that wasn’t that).
Because Ohno wasn’t here anymore. He had gone home to where the people who loved him, and he loved, were waiting for him, and Aiba was happy, even if he didn’t get to see him much anymore. Maybe someday he would come back… it was one of those things that Aiba knew already but couldn’t share with anyone else, so when he was asked by someone who would believe him, he just gave a secretive smile to tease them (but no one that would actually believe what he would have to say had asked him that particular question yet; in fact, he was pretty sure Ohno himself was the only person he knew that fit into both categories).
“Sho-chan just left to go find Oh-chan, even though I told him he wouldn’t.”
Jun politely listened to him with a tilted chin, even though his expression didn’t change. He never asked Aiba how he knew the things that he did, and didn’t seem to particularly care either.
“I sort of miss him, though. We had a lot of fun with Oh-chan, didn’t we Jun?”
The hatter grunted in reply and leisurely reached over for his tea cup, taking a sip of something that was goopier than tea should be. The fireplace was lit despite the warm weather, but Aiba knew that this kind of flame would only cool the room down, keeping it the perfect temperature all the time, and besides, it had a nice ambiance.
“I know you really liked him. Usually you don’t talk to anyone, let alone someone you don’t know.”
“Well you were the liaison that brought about our meeting,” Jun replied huffily, staring at the fire with an unreadable expression, and Aiba grinned, taking comfort in the fact that Jun hadn’t changed after being introduced to Oh-chan. At least for the time being, Nino had grown a little (although now he was just upset), Sho had become more confident than before, and even Kame had been thrown off of his high horse a bit, so to speak, and Aiba knew it was because of Ohno. Because although Ohno didn’t think he was worth much, he had been a huge influence on all of them, helping them towards personal progression as much as he had helped himself.
But Jun was still Jun, even though Aiba had been a little scared that he would lose him, that he would soften under Ohno’s gentle aura. Instead it was simply like they had made a new best friend, one that had only been around for a few days but was just as close and dear as Jun and Aiba were to each other.
“And you made him some nice new clothes. You only ever make me and Nino new clothes.”
In reality, he was only teasing the hatter, because even though he wanted to be jealous somewhere inside his chest, it was Ohno, so how could he?
“If you had simply come to complain to me that Ohno is no longer in the presence of Wonderland, you should have said so up front because then I could have continued reading while you did so.”
Aiba flicked his tail unconsciously, knowing that he had succeeded in ruffling Jun, who was rarely upturned, but things were unfolding as per his plan, so he continued right away.
“No. I came for some scratching.”
Jun’s pupils flickered over to him, resting in the corner of his almond eyes, and he tucked a piece of loose hair behind his ear unconsciously, his hat already in a safe resting place on top of a bookcase that almost reached the ceiling. After their night of celebration, which was only a few days ago (but time was different in Wonderland and it only felt like a few hours to Aiba), they had all fallen back into their regular niches, Jun’s hair all over the place because he couldn’t be bothered to take care of it unless the occasion called for it.
“Well, come on, then,” Jun finally urged him, removing his hands from his thighs, where they had fallen after discarding the book, and Aiba straightened up, grinning at him in appreciation before readjusting himself so that he could lay down on the couch with his head in Jun’s lap.
His skilled hands immediately went to Aiba’s hair, scratching his scalp familiarly, taking extra care to rub the base of his cat ears, a place that was fairly sensitive and that Jun used to make him melt every time they did this, which, at a casual level, happened almost every day. But at a deeper level, meaning right now, they rarely did this, Aiba knowing Jun (who knew him) too well to push things past where they ought to be.
Within a minute Aiba began purring loudly, his face pressed against Jun’s stomach, and he was getting worked up, just like he always did when this lasted past the casual level, with Jun’s fragrant smell and slightly increasing heart rate that Aiba could hear just barely, and of course his hands, those hands that had done so much over the years.
One of them, after making its round of Aiba’s head, landed on his human ear, which was in the usual spot (and mostly useless because his cat ears could hear better, but at least they would hold a piercing properly). He uncovered it from mop of hair first before running his fingers over it almost curiously, even though Aiba knew he had seen it millions of times before.
“Is it the same here?” he asked straightforwardly, not making excuses for himself for not already knowing or for inquiring about something strange.
But Aiba wasn’t expecting anything more or less, and he understood the question perfectly, so he answered, “Not really. I imagine it’s the same as anyone else’s human-type ear.”
“Some people like their ears touched,” Jun threw out defensively, still a little fired up from Aiba’s light teasing, and the cat smiled at the thought, pushing himself farther into the fabric of Jun’s vest.
“Not as much as I do. Just the cat ones, though.”
Jun didn’t reply after that, but went back to his scalp massage, and just as he was getting Aiba purring again at full capacity, he went in for the kill.
Both sets of fingers found his ears on the top of his head, the tips of them working into the area where they merged into his hair, and Aiba could feel his body light up, like a glass that had been filled to the top and was finally overflowing.
They kept going, even as Aiba started wriggling the rest of his body, his thighs rubbing together and his fingers clenching and unclenching in the fabric of the couch, like a cat sharpening its claws even though Aiba didn’t have any of those, and he could feel Jun turn from almost defensive to satisfied, knowing that he had Aiba where he wanted him and that the tables had turned.
Although, actually, Aiba had been the one to allow the tables to turn-had even been seeking such an action, but Jun probably knew that too.
“How is it?” he asked in a soft voice, and Aiba could only moan in return, interrupting his purring for just a moment to get the noise out.
But it wasn’t really an answer, and now it was his turned to be teased back.
Jun’s fingers slowed and he added, “Is it not to your liking, Aiba-chan? I’m sure Kame can-“
“No,” he whined, then sat up, and turned to him fluidly on his knees, wrapping his arms around Jun’s shoulders and crawling onto his lap (well, straddling his lap, because he certainly wasn’t as small as a regular cat, and he couldn’t fit all of himself in that small space that was just the right size for his head), “Don’t stop,” he begged, nuzzling Jun under his chin to encourage him to start again, and he did with a lopsided grin, running his fingers through Aiba’s hair quickly before his fingers started to massage that perfect area that was already tingling.
By now Aiba was gasping for breath, his nose pressed against Jun’s collar and his fingers gripping the hatter’s shirt, still flexing like a regular cat’s, and it wasn’t only his head that felt like it was burning up. His hips started moving as his body jerked again, his tail twitching back and forth like it was being pulled by a child, and Jun was slowing down as he no doubt realized the state the Cheshire was in.
Aiba pulled himself up so that he could look into Jun’s eyes, and Jun was serious as he looked back, even when Aiba slid his hands on other side of his face and started pulling the two of them together urgently.
But before their lips met, Jun had covered Aiba’s mouth with his palm, halting all of his movements.
“I already told you, Aiba. No kissing.”
His tail stopped moving immediately, and he averted his eyes down to Jun’s chest, feeling completely ashamed for losing himself in this moment, of forgetting the rules he already knew by heart, because they understood each other so well, how far they could push and how far they could take, and Jun had never taken him all the way to kissing before. Everything else, but never kissing. It must have been because he had gone to the human world recently, where the rules were completely different, that he had gotten confused on what was acceptable and what absolutely wasn’t.
When Jun was sure that Aiba was in control again, he lowered his hand and slid his both of them around his waist, scratching his back comfortingly and Aiba allowed his tense body to relax under the gentle touches.
“Sorry,” he whispered, but Jun ignored him, as if the whole thing had never happened in the first place, and his touches slowly fell down his back to rest on the area where Aiba’s tail merged into his spine, his dress pants specially made by Jun to accommodate it, and he started scratching there, which was even a weaker spot for Aiba than his ears.
His tail started swinging again and Aiba’s head fell to Jun’s shoulder, pressing his nose and mouth into the crisp fabric covering it to keep himself from making the same mistake twice, and he closed his eyes and just felt. Like he was supposed to.
Jun must be trying to make up for his earlier reprimand, even though he would have killed Aiba if he ever acknowledged his actions as something so nice, because he even went as far as to lift his shirt up, untucking it from his pants, and gently tease the affected area, right above his ass, lightly massaging the skin that changed from smooth human flesh to the purple hair of a cat and Aiba couldn’t take it anymore, gasping for air and even though his throat itched with wanting to purr, he couldn’t control himself enough to do so.
“Jun… we can… I mean, you’ll do it right… It’s not a problem?” he mumbled, and despite the words being less than comprehensible, Jun obviously understood what he had said-or more accurately, what he wanted.
His hands stopped and he withdrew them, giving Aiba the opportunity to stand up, which he did, and the Cheshire averted his gaze to the floor as he began stripping off his clothes quickly, placing them over the back of the couch so they wouldn’t wrinkle (although he didn’t particularly care because Wonderland wrinkles came out easily with a few well chosen words, except Jun would get chide him for being inconsiderate to the clothes, and he didn’t want any distractions right now).
When he had finally finished (it had taken a second to work his tail free since it seemed to become fluffier depending on the weather and today was just the kind it liked), he finally looked back at Jun, whose face hadn’t changed despite the new circumstances.
Aiba couldn’t wait for a move from Jun, though, because that wasn’t how this game worked.
So he climbed back onto the couch, facing away from him on his hands and knees, and flicked his tail up over his back--it long enough that the end of it fell over his bare shoulder--and presented his ass to Jun, staring down at his hands. It was humiliating as hell, but that was the point.
Once he was stiffly in place, he felt his friend move, shifting a little, and then Jun’s hand was gently petting his back, making Aiba shiver at the initial touch, before wrapping around his tail again, stroking the base like it was his cock, which was burning just as much.
“Ahh,” he signed out, finally calming down a little now that he knew Jun was going to comply, that he wasn’t going to refuse because he wasn’t in the mood and he didn’t see why Aiba always needed these sorts of things from him when Touma was just as willing and wasn’t it a little late in the day for them to be doing this?
Aiba tried not to make too much noise (although his personality made it such that he couldn’t help himself), because Jun was always so quiet, never saying a word when they got started, and that made his own cries that much more embarrassing to his sensitive cat ears.
Jun shifted again and this time Aiba smelled the fragrance of tea-whatever variety had been in the cup that was on the side table-and he found out why in a second when a slick finger was pushing into his ass, and he couldn’t stop a gasp and a jerk of his tail when he felt it easily slide in, thanks to whatever that goop Jun was using to make it smooth was.
Lowering his head a little to hide it in the crook of his elbow, which was pressed into the couch, Aiba used his other hand to grab onto his tail to keep it from moving of its own accord, because if it started bothering Jun, as it sometimes did, he would get irritated and wouldn’t continue this with Aiba, at least not today. A few noises made it past his mouth, but they didn’t permeate the room as they would have otherwise, and Aiba’s ears twitched in repressed pleasure.
A few drops of the tea landed on his ass, where Jun was working him open, and another finger slide in, feeling his insides and making Aiba shake and then it they ran over his sweet spot and Aiba clenched around them, letting out another sigh that was muffled into his arm. With his fist he squeezed his tail even though it hurt just a little bit… but it was keeping him grounded too, so Aiba didn’t loosen his grip.
Jun’s other hand was back at his tail too, stroking the base of it up along the grain of his fur, and Aiba was trembling harder, from the sensations, from holding himself back, and especially from wanting to look over his shoulder to see exactly what Jun’s face looked like in such an erotic situation.
But he didn’t, because if he did Jun would switch back to his usual introverted self and stop immediately, looking away in disdain at Aiba’s obvious lack of respect for how far he was pushing himself to help his friend, and Aiba didn’t want that, only the touches to continue as long as it was Jun and as long as he was willing.
The fingers were thrusting inside of him now, forcing him farther open, and then there was another one added to the initial two. Aiba wondered if that was catnip tea because he was getting dizzy and felt like he was floating-not the kind he usually did, but more like his brain had left his head entirely--and his body was burning everywhere even though the fire was supposed to keep the parlor a very comfortable temperature at all times.
“Ah… please, Jun,” Aiba finally gasped out, turning his head slightly to leave room for the words to exit his mouth and make it behind him so that they could be heard, because he wasn’t sure he could take any more, wasn’t sure he could continue to control himself in this state.
But, after his hand left Aiba’s tail, instead of just touching his cock-the only thing he needed to do at this point to make Aiba lose himself and come all over Nino’s couch (it would complain about it later to Nino, but he and Sho had done their fair share of questionable things in here, so Nino wouldn’t say anything to them unless he wanted his own secrets let out)-there were a few subtle noises of clothing moving and then Aiba smelt something else in addition to the tea, and that affected him even more than catnip could.
He ducked his head into the couch as far as it would go because he could not look at Jun. It was forbidden and he would stop this second if he did and be upset for the rest of the day and Aiba wanted this, wanted what Jun was about to do to him, enough that if he didn’t get it he would be sent into a depression, which was unheard of for a Cheshire.
Jun shifted again, making the couch heavier, and then he removed his fingers from Aiba, and the cat couldn’t even bring himself to chance a look at Jun’s knee through his own, just in case. No, he just kept his eyes shut as he was stretched again--although this time it wasn’t fingers there-and stopped himself from going completely crazy with the smell of Jun’s arousal.
They had only gone this far once before. Usually Jun would just jerk him off and then pretend like none of it had happened, or at the most complain that he had worked up a sweat and that his clothes had become dry, but once (it had been Before Ohno Came, which was the new event added to the timeline of Wonderland, the one after Before Nino Became the Red Queen), when Aiba was particularly worked up and verbal, Jun had done the same, pushing himself inside of him, but then Aiba, caught in surprise, had looked back and met Jun’s eyes, and immediately the hatter had pulled out again and turned away with a disappointed and ashamed expression, leaving Aiba desperate and wanting at that ridiculously long dining table.
He wouldn’t make the same mistake ever again--but right now he did gasp out a high pitched moan when Jun was completely inside of him, sending a pulse through his body from their point of contact.
Fitting his hand into the curve of Aiba’s hips, Jun took an unsteady breath (Aiba could only hear it because of his sensitive ears) and then thrust forward tentatively. He let out another tiny sigh of contentment and Aiba had to cover his head with his hands and force himself into the couch cushion farther, even though he couldn’t breathe very well that way, unraveling like a sweater poorly knit by Nino.
The next thrust, more confident, harder, made him gasp out a single syllable declaration, most likely Ah, but Aiba couldn’t concentrate enough to decipher it and instead only held himself into place, not trusting his own body to obey him otherwise.
A rhythm was decided on quickly and Jun pushed in and out, in and out, and Aiba yelled into the upholstery everything that he wanted to say because he knew that Jun wouldn’t be able to understand it-even with their bond he wouldn’t be able to because Aiba had guarded these secrets even from himself-and it helped a little, helped him from screaming too loudly and especially from turning around to see what kind of facial expression matched Jun’s panting.
Please, Jun, he told the cushion. I want you, don’t stop.
Come inside me.
And his tail, which had been freed when Aiba hid his head, had amused itself with swishing back and forth across his back in time with the thrusts. But on a particularly off target flick, it ricocheted off the back of the couch and gently tapped Jun’s shoulder, making him stop, and when Aiba realized what had happened he froze despite the pleasure thundering through him, uncovering his head so that he could properly hear what was happening behind him, since he couldn’t look.
But instead of getting irritated and retreating like he usually would, Jun just grabbed onto the tail hard (maybe he was irritated after all) and pinned it against Aiba’s hip with his hand, pausing his actions for only a second in total before starting again, making Aiba cry out from the surprise of it all, that he hadn’t pulled away.
The tail tried to escape or twitch in pleasure or something, but it could only tickle Aiba’s skin on his waist and then his stomach and he willed it to stop because it was only making this whole thing worse, what with his nose being overloaded and his brain going crazy from any image it could conjure up of Jun’s sexy features and what sort of formation they must be in right now.
“J-Jun… Ahhh!” Aiba moaned out into the thick air of the room, his hands gripping into the fabric of the couch again and he was there, at the peak he had been striving for since he had come into this room an hour earlier, but it couldn’t get out by itself and Aiba couldn’t move to help it.
Then Jun mimicked him and let out a gasp that had been louder than any of the rest of the previous ones, loud enough that Aiba didn’t even need his special cat hears to hear it.
And then, as if in slow motion, it happened.
Aiba turned his head, his shaggy hair brushing his bare speckled shoulder as he did so, his eyes blinking just once, and a bead of sweat was displaced and slipped down his cheek on one side, falling onto the back of his hand. His eyes caught sight of Jun, still completely dressed except for his pants down enough to get his cock out, and his flushed face, his already long and unkempt hair even more unruly than normal, weighed down with his own perspiration and curling with the wetness, falling into his face all the way to his plump lips that were shining in the light from the fire. And his eyes were closed, but only for a second, because they shot open, already pinned on Aiba’s face as if he had felt the curious gaze immediately.
He meant to look away-he really did. There might be a chance he could salvage the situation, because Jun had forgiven his tail, hadn’t he? But he couldn’t, not after seeing Jun in such a way, not when he was still this way, halfway inside of him and staring seriously at Aiba with deep eyes.
It was almost as if the whole room had frozen when they had-the tea’s fragrance had stagnated and the flicking flames retreated to a point in which they were almost not noticeable, and certainly not to either of the room’s occupants in their current precarious position.
Finally Jun asked, “What?” almost casually, and his face melted back into his usual bored expression, except for his eyes stayed the same and Aiba knew that meant something.
The correct way to go about this, though, was to not ask questions or make assumptions and to take all responsibility on himself. So after thinking very quickly (he was good at that), Aiba responded, “My tail won’t be in the way if I’m on my back.”
Another bead of sweat slid down his face to accentuate the fact that he knew he was taking a risk with those words-that they were a cover for what he really wanted to say and that Jun would figure that out instantly, but he would probably get upset if Aiba said what he wanted to straight out, so he didn’t.
“Fine,” he conceded, and released Aiba completely so that he could twist onto his back (which he did easily, almost as if he were floating in place) and Aiba made sure his tail was pinned securely under his back before opening his legs again in an obvious invitation, bending his knees so his ass was raised off the couch, and watching Jun for what he would do.
Although he looked just a little miffed about being interrupted, he went back to his position between Aiba’s legs and without saying anything else, slid back into him.
He couldn’t believe this was happening because Jun had refused him every time before now, not being confident or interested or empathetic to what Aiba was feeling-and then his heart thought of Ohno and he saw that he had had an effect on Jun, he had just hidden it so well, like he always did, that Aiba hadn’t seen it until now. And he thanked Ohno silently for it.
Jun still couldn’t bring himself to look at him, though, instead letting his gaze stay on Aiba’s stomach, where he could protect himself from being read so easily, and adjusted himself into a better position, pulling Aiba’s leg, which was on the verge of slipping off the couch, up and hooking it over his hip.
When everything seemed in place (meticulously, although it didn’t take long) Jun slowly thrusted again, with the same unsure movements that had surfaced earlier, and Aiba didn’t take his eyes off of his him, even though he was scared that at any minute Jun might decided that he didn’t like this venerable position after all and leave. Even if it was only this much, he was grateful for being able to see this sort of Jun, so different from the usual strict hatter that was nonnegotiable on having things precisely the way he wanted them.
But under the close scrutiny, Jun managed to recover and started steadying himself as he became more confident in what he was doing, returning Aiba to his peak in only a few seconds, even after the loss of stimulation for several minutes during their change of position.
Still embarrassed, Aiba covered his mouth with one hand as a moan started to escape, and he held it in place much to its displeasure, but Jun was suddenly looking at him curiously, meeting his eyes for the first time since this had started and Aiba felt himself blush from the tips of his purple ears all the way down to his toenails.
Another one surfaced, this time in the shape of Jun’s name, and Aiba held it in too, squeezing his eyes shut for a second as it fought him, and his tail was also trying to get free, jerking in place where it was pinned underneath him.
Then Jun was leaning over him, forcing his hand away and shoving it into the couch cushion, thrusting into him deeply at the same time, and Aiba’s back arched as, “Jun!” escaped out of his mouth, sweetly and maybe even higher pitched than anyone that wasn’t a cat would.
“Aiba-chan,” came back at him softly, falling from Jun’s lips and onto his cheek where it sunk into his skin like a gentle kiss.
He was lost after that, wrapping his other leg around Jun’s hips and his tail had broken free but he didn’t care and his other hand tangled in Jun’s hair, flexing unconsciously and maybe even tugging a little, but Jun didn’t complain and actually hovered closer, his breaths warming Aiba’s lips and traveling all the way through his chest and stomach to pool under the heat that was already pressurizing at his cock. Moans came out at will now, and Aiba’s throat was contracting in between the noises, trying to purr even though he couldn’t in this state, and his mouth was hanging open the whole time while his eyes traveled around Jun’s close facial features, feeling heavier and heavier by the second.
It only took another moment until they were kissing-actually kissing-something that was only reserved for the closest lovers because it showed your venerability and your dedication to that person and it was special and that’s why Jun wouldn’t let him, because it was the ultimate commitment, like sex was for humans, which didn’t make sense to Aiba because sex was so completely physical, while kissing was like sharing your soul.
But here Jun was kissing him-Aiba knew that it hadn’t been himself that had initiated the actions, because he had gained a sort of fantastic insight when he had looked into Jun’s eyes a second ago, when he hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t ended everything on the spot, the sort of thing that had happened to him the first time he had seen Ohno’s arrival in his head, taking him out of his body, out of his environment, showing him the universe and then putting him back in the same spot like everything would still be the same after that somehow.
It wasn’t the same, though, not now and not when he had seen Ohno for the first time. Jun’s mouth was sweet on his own, soft and luscious and something happened with their tongues touched, like the mix of the two different salivas had produced honey and it was melting into the back of Aiba’s throat, allowing him to purr and it was the most content feeling that he had ever experienced.
Jun’s hips hadn’t stopped, though, and now his hand was fondling Aiba’s cock, and he exploded because Jun was kissing him and his cock so deep inside, and he could feel Jun coming too, a new smell that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end and he could feel vibrations coming from Jun’s mouth into his almost like he was purring too, although it was probably something more like a moan since Jun was not a cat at all, and then their lips broke and they both gasped for air, Aiba’s eyes heavy with fatigue and Jun’s lips plump shining as the light from the fire flickered happily.
Staring into his eyes, Jun swallowed once (and Aiba mimicked the action) before mumbled out, still not completely composed, “You’d better not tell anyone we did that.”
This was a perfect opportunity to tease him, but Aiba knew when a risk was too much to take (in this case, he could end up dead), so he just nodded his head and took one more look at Jun’s disheveled features as the hatter pushed himself back into a sitting position, pulling his cock out of Aiba but leaving his cum behind.
First he took a sip of his thick tea as if resting after a particularly tiring round of Flangerfuffle, then sighed and stood to tidy up his clothes while Aiba watched him contently.
Although he wanted to voice his thoughts, to thank the hatter for doing what he had for him, to give Ohno the credit, to tell Jun how amazing it had been-how amazing he was--he knew that Jun would only scoff at him and either ignore or deny his exclamations.
So instead Aiba just smiled warmly and then, when Jun sat back down into the corner of the couch in which he had originally been found and collected the torn out page to continue his reading (still upside down), Aiba turned around so that he could put his head into his lap once again.
Almost unconsciously, Jun’s free hand tangled in his hair, and Aiba purred satisfactorily, closing his eyes and settling in for a nap.
“You know, we could do this with Oh-chan when he comes back,” he suggested halfheartedly, smiling mischievously even though what he had said was an honest suggestion-there was only one other person that Aiba would share Jun with, even considering Nino and Sho and Touma and Kame-and that was Ohno. He couldn’t explain it, but Ohno just fit and he knew that Jun loved him as much as Aiba did, even if he didn’t show it much.
But he chuckled as he thought about Ohno, after he had gotten back to his wedding and ended up happily ever after, and added, “At least if the other Jun will let us.”
“Hmm?” the hatter Jun asked, obviously not paying attention to what he was saying, and Aiba just smiled again, knowingly.
Because the day would come when Ohno would return, and they would all be waiting for him. Jun and Nino and Sho, and even Kame and Touma. And especially Aiba.
He had a lot to thank him for after all.
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A/N: Well, actually I have a lot to say about this, so I hope you'll forgive me for being long winded. ^__^
When alexxasick suggested a prompt in this direction, I wasn't sure what to do... because Ohno in Wonderland was posted a while ago, although I still love it, and Jun/Aiba was never a pairing for that universe, even in my head. So although I could have left this at friendship or made it very vague, I decided to make it something more than that, because I think it worked and I got to add a few things about wonderland sex that didn't make the cut in the Sho/Nino sidestory. Actually, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have written this if I hadn't posted the other NC-17 in the first place.
Also, since it was a while ago, I wasn't confident that I could give this the same narrative feeling that the original work had, that the characters would come out different or it wouldn't be creative enough, etc. But, actually (you'll have to let me know if you agree) I think it ended up okay because it's from Aiba's point of view. You got to learn a little more about him as a character and Jun's personality, and how Wonderland is outside of Ohno's sleepy head, so maybe this is a useful addition after all?
I'd really love some feedback on this if you have time, especially if something seems inconsistent or if there's a part that's hard to understand. I'm sorry for always being so insecure. Thanks for reading!