A Lesson in Fashion

[boblemon]

Title: A Lesson in Fashion
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Aiba/Jun
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: After their little shopping trip, Jun heads back to Aiba's place...
Note: Not betaed. This is for deelovesryo, who donated to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on! Thank you so much!
Sequel to the drabble Are You Sure that See-Through Shirts are Still in Fashion?

Jun felt completely out of place as he stepped across the threshold of Aiba’s apartment, holding countless bags in each hand and trying to keep his mind from going straight into the gutter. After the incident in the dressing room in Shibuya, Aiba’s words had echoed in his head all day, even while Sho was still there and especially when he had left them to make another appointment.

Jun-kun… I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad right now.

He had gotten the embarrassing jeans and the see through shirt, as well as several other potentially shameful items that Aiba had shoved at him, and he didn’t even know exactly what he had bought… or what Aiba had bought.

But he supposed that he would be finding out soon enough.

“Okay, you can use my bedroom to change. If you can remember what goes with what that would be better, but if not… be creative!” Aiba smiled at him with a bright expression, leading the way with his own large groups of bags in either hand.

Jun was a little surprised, because he was sort of hoping that they would skip over the modeling part and go right to… the after activities, but by the way Aiba was talking, he wanted him to put on everything over again.

“Huh?”

But he still dropped his purchases onto the bedroom floor with Aiba, who started dumping the clothing onto his futon, which was still spread out and obviously not made after it was slept in last night.

“We were supposed to be forming a strategy for the next Mannequin Five contest, right? So that you’re face doesn’t end up on a truck again?” he clarified with a dazed tone, examining the pieces one by one and organizing them, although Jun really didn’t know what his criteria were.

“Well, yeah, but…” He almost said but you wanted to fuck me, although he didn’t, because they had been out for quite a while after that and maybe it was only a fleeting moment thing and Aiba had just gotten caught up in his shredded jeans (which were right there on the futon).

“It’s fine. I’ll cook some popcorn!” Aiba added with an encouraging expression, “And we can talk about it as you go, okay? We still have plenty of time, right?”

“Well, yeah…” Jun said again, lamely, almost pouting because he had expecting something quite different, but popcorn sounded nice and Aiba paying close attention to him for the rest of the night wasn’t bad and he did not want to be pasted on a truck again.

“’Kay! Uhm… don’t bother with the Ginza stuff,” he added offhandly, pointing at the items that Jun had picked out himself earlier than morning, and somehow he wasn’t surprised. But his own fashion was his own fashion and he wouldn’t forget that, he just needed to get something more creative going, so it was better that he follow Aiba’s directions for the time being. “And I’ll get the popcorn started! So change into whatever you want!”

Jun looked back at the pile of clothes and then at his own bags and sighed. If not for the fact that he loved Aiba so much, he would have given up already.

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“Oh, this is a cute one!” Aiba giggled as he sat on his small couch with the bowl in his hand, nibbling on his snack as Jun modeled the outfit for him, as he had done countless times in the last few hours. “That print is adorable!”

It was a simple t-shirt and Jun had to admit he liked it too, especially as an undershirt for something else. The critics at Mannequin Five seemed to pick up on stuff like that pretty quickly, and it was subtle enough that a lot could be done with it. But, in the end, it was just too simple by itself, and they both knew it.

“What kind of shoes would you wear with it?” Aiba encouraged as he took another bite of popcorn (the third bowl of it), his usual light smile still in place.

“Sandals?”

“What color?”

“I don’t know…” Jun looked down at his ¾ length cut pants and guessed, “Brown?”

“That might be okay. Or something bright.”

Jun glanced at him because he knew that Aiba went with bright for almost anything, but that was just a portion of his personality, so it was endearing as much as it was expected.

“Sure. Anything else?”

“It needs a scarf.”

“Probably.”

He wasn’t quite frustrated, but bored might be a good description, mostly because he couldn’t wrap his head around Aiba’s fashion sense at all (other than ¾ length and bright) and didn’t feel like he was getting much out of this whole thing. And although Aiba was paying attention to him, he was also being surprisingly critical and eating popcorn without him.

So before he headed back into the bedroom he stepped over to his friend and retrieved his own handful of the buttery snack, popping it into his mouth kernel by kernel and watched Aiba watch him (with his permanent energetic expression).

“Do you have a little more confidence yet?”

“Not really. Although I do have a new wardrobe to choose from.”

Aiba chuckled before replying, “Well, that’s a start, right? You just have to remember all of this when we have to do a special and go shopping again.”

“Yeah, that’s hard, isn’t it? Picking out something that will be popular… I went over the top last time.”

“But it was cute,” he told him with eyes wrinkled in amusement.

“More like a disaster,” Jun replied, before finishing off his handful of popcorn and turning back to the bedroom door so that they could continue their little fashion show, which wasn’t nearly as erotic as Aiba had made it seem it would be.

But before he got anywhere, Aiba cleared his throat and Jun turned around with a raised eyebrow.

“So…how about those jeans?”

Jun froze and averted his gaze. He had been avoiding them because he couldn’t possibly bring himself to put them on again, even though he was interested in Aiba’s response-but how could he? They didn’t cover anything and even though this was only Aiba, who he was sure had seen him completely naked before, somehow that fact made it a lot worse too. Having those bright eyes drinking in his exposure, his imperfections, was as embarrassing as it was arousing and Jun couldn’t bring himself to do it unless there wasn’t another choice.

“You can’t be serious,” he mumbled with a red face, “There’s barely anything to them.”

The response came in a lower voice, and Jun could almost feel the knowing stare burning into his back. “But you got them, didn’t you?”

He swallowed.

“Y-you can see… my underwear…” he tried weakly to argue, but he knew it wasn’t going to work despite his effort.

“Then don’t wear any.”

“Aiba, you can’t be-“ Jun complained, but stopped in midsentence as he turned around and caught the look on his face, somewhere between lustful and demanding.

“Just kidding,” Aiba chuckled with a mysterious smirk, although he didn’t look like he was really kidding at all, “Didn’t you see what I got to fix that problem? It was in the same bag as the silver tights.”

Jun had no idea what he was talking about and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know, but without asking he darted back into the bedroom and found the bag that Aiba had been referring to, because he remembered the embarrassment of those tights quite well (but they had been worn with board shorts, so they weren’t very sexy that way).

There was indeed another item inside, but when Jun had originally seen it, he had thought it was something that had fallen off of something else… now that he was looking at it closer, though, and after that conversation with Aiba it was quite obvious what it was.

“I’m not wearing this,” he called back, dropping the thong onto the bed, next to the shredded jeans and see-through shirt, then Aiba was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and looking at Jun as if he was making a big deal out of something that was quite small.

“Remember you need to try something new,” he replied with a smile, “Even if you’d never wear this on the show, you might get inspiration for something else and-“

“But you already saw it,” Jun whined, almost glaring at his friend, but Aiba’s expression didn’t change.

“Not very well. And besides, I could see your underwear,” he laughed, “So we have to do it properly.”

Jun really didn’t want to give in, but there were several factors that led to his final decision to comply: 1. Aiba was right, and they indeed have a goal to this whole thing, 2. It might look good with the silver tights underneath it (although Jun would have to wait until later to try that), 3. Aiba had certainly gotten excited at the ensemble the first time, so who was to say it wouldn’t happen twice?

“Fine, just wait outside,” Jun mumbled, pointing back to the living room and the couch, and then closed the door behind him when Aiba disappeared.

He stared at the thong, jeans, and shirt for several minutes before he finally got up the nerve to start taking off his current outfit, underwear included.

Thongs were a necessary evil in the world of idols in tight pants, but it didn’t mean that Jun liked them, and in this situation even less…it seemed like the alternative with going without anything, though, so Jun would take the little protection he could from the scratchy jeans that had been ripped to shreds.

The pants were just as tight as he remembered them being and he glanced at his reflection in Aiba’s mirror, which he had been using all night, feeling almost like a hooker more than an idol. Visible were, not only the curves of both ass cheeks, but also some of his carefully trimmed pubic hair in the front, where they rode low enough that there was barely any room for his cock to fit.

And of course the shirt wasn’t much help in covering his nudity. It was completely transparent, and even the light rainbow design couldn’t be seen in the low light. Only his nipples, belly button, and curves of his chest.

But he knew he had to face this somehow, and Aiba’s look from a moment ago was enough motivation for him to at least push open the door, although he didn’t reveal himself quite yet.

“This is so humiliating…” he called out pathetically, but Aiba didn’t move to force him to continue, or even vocally encourage him, so Jun had to take a peek to see exactly what his friend was doing right now.

His first response was to call Aiba a pervert and to claim that he knew that this was where this was all going, but Jun had been hoping for this end, so he didn’t say anything and instead just watched Aiba rubbing himself through his pants, which were already tented up with an erection.

“Come on, Jun-kun,” he finally begged with parted lips, and Jun was able to propel himself from the bedroom, which Aiba’s own precarious position as motivation.

“F-fuck…” he gasped as his eyes ran up and down Jun’s body, stopping quite obviously on his pelvis, and Aiba tried to collect himself, drawing his hands away from his pants and setting them properly on the back of the couch and shifting into a more comfortable position. “I need to see the back too,” he added, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

So Jun turned around, with embarrassment warming his whole body, and he was reacting just like Aiba was, although his cock was much more confined and aching, and a shiver ran through him as he heard Aiba’s breath catch.

“I… I can’t really see, you know, since you’re all the way over there,” he managed to get out awkwardly, and Jun closed his eyes and took a short breath before he turned around again and came a few steps closer. If this was how Aiba wanted to do it, well he could play along.

“Is that better?”

“Uh huh…” Aiba reached out and ran his fingers across the waist of the jeans, licking his lips lightly before continuing, “Yep, this is definitely a great outfit.”

“Think I’m going to win the next Mannequin Five round?” Jun was able to keep his tone light despite feeling completely different under his skin, and Aiba looked up at him, caught off guard.

“I don’t think you should wear these on Mannequin Five,” he replied seriously, pulling him closer by the belt loops, and pushing the mesh fabric of the shirt up a little with the back of his hands.

Jun smiled and couldn’t resist teasing Aiba when he was making it so easy, “But I thought that was the point…?”

Aiba looked up at him again, blankly at first, but then he smiled and the sultry gaze was back. “No. This is strictly for my viewing pleasure.”

And indeed he was looking, licking his lips once more as his fingers brushed the hair leading into the top of the jeans lightly, making Jun squirm, but he wasn’t going to give in first because Aiba was the one that had started this and he was too mortified at the sudden big change in their relationship in only one day.

“Turn around,” Aiba prompted, and without thinking about the consequences, he did, one hand automatically coming to the front of his pants (now that he couldn’t be seen) and trying to adjust himself so it didn’t hurt so much, but there was no room to move and Aiba’s hands were at his ass now, only making him harder.

His thumbs were brushing the bottoms of his cheeks where they were hanging out and then sliding higher, at least where they would fit, which was mostly in the crevice created between them, and Aiba commented under his breath, “Definitely better without the briefs.”

And Jun couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Fuck, Aiba, I need to take them off-“

“What, why?” he whined back, squeezing tightly and kissing Jun’s back through his shirt-and he could feel it plain as day, even if it was a little muffled by the thin, thin fabric.

“They’re too tight-“ he gasped and jerked a little when Aiba’s kiss turned into a nip, trying to get to him despite the piece of clothing in the way.

“Oh,” came back knowingly and Jun could almost see the smirk on his face, even though they weren’t facing each other, and he nearly regretted his subliminal admission, except there was no way he could handle being this worked up and unable to do anything to relieve it. “You mean… here?”

One of Aiba’s hands had snuck around to cup his confined erection, and Jun moan without meaning to, covering his mouth quickly in a delayed attempted to save himself a little dignity.

“It hurts,” he whispered, lowering his hand and pressing his hips into the touch, but suddenly Aiba was pulling him backwards and he fell unceremoniously into the waiting lap, legs sprawled out at awkward angles in an attempt to balance himself and the back of his head fell against Aiba’s shoulder, barely a movement from slipping to the floor.

“Well let’s see what we can do about that,” he whispered into his ear and Jun swallowed nervously as he saw the two hands slid from his waist down to his hips, zoning in on the zipper of his jeans, and he was at least glad that Aiba didn’t tease him any more before actually helping him out.

But still, the button and zipper came undone slowly, and Aiba’s warm breath was on his neck, watching with Jun, and, because they actually were that tight, it took several seconds of serious maneuvering before the jeans were opened enough to let Jun out, but when the pressure was taken off of his cock (at least as loosely as the thong fit), he sighed in relief.

Until Aiba immediately touched him, sending a shock down his legs, that was. His large fingers ran over the confined erection again, tickling him all the way down to his balls, which were still almost covered by the pants, and then back up again, although he decided to pull back the edge of the thong, to no doubt get a look at Jun in his excited state.

“Fuck you’re so sexy right now,” he gasped, and his right hand suddenly left him to instead trail up to his face, stroking his cheek and chin while Jun tried to recover (he wasn’t successful), and then fell on his lips, parting them slightly with two of his fingers to slip them inside.

Jun realized what was going on and opened his mouth for them, running his tongue over the rough pads tentatively at first, but with more vigor as Aiba pressed them farther in, and soon enough he was sucking at them as if they were his cock instead.

When they pulled away a moment later, he could feel Aiba’s other arm shaking as it held him up off of the floor, and he hoped that it had aroused him enough to stop teasing him and get to the taking off each other’s clothes part.

Apparently they weren’t quite ready for that yet, but Aiba’s wet fingers went back to his cock, freeing the erection a bit (although the elastic waist of the thong still clung around the base of his length, right above his balls), and stroked it up, making it stand out from the rest of his body rigidly, and Jun moaned, turning his head into Aiba’s jaw line.

“Shit… fuck…” he gasped as the movements continued, and Jun was able to plant his feet enough to thrust up into the touch a bit, even if one of them was on top of Aiba’s while the other was slipping on the carpet.

“Is that what you want, Jun-kun? Because you know,” he teased back breathily, “sometimes I’m really stupid and I won’t know unless you tell me.” His voice sounded like he was barely containing a giggle-or barely keeping himself calm enough to get the words out.

“L-let me take them off,” he begged in return, not saying what Aiba wanted him to… quite yet. But he would soon enough, it was already building up in the bottom of his chest like the natural desire to breathe air.

And then their positions changed again and Aiba shifted him onto the couch, pinning him to the cushions, and tangling their legs together so that his own (blatant) erection was squished against one of Jun’s thighs. With both hands on Jun’s wrists, holding him over his head, his lips came closer while his eyes searched him for any sign of tentativeness or refusal; but he was just as excited about this as Aiba apparently was, so there were none to be found.

With a slight lift of his chin, Jun invited him in for a kiss, for their first important kiss, and Aiba smiled at him dreamily first, then accepted and leaned down to take it from him.

When those lips were on his, he almost forgot that his cock was begging for attention.

It was intoxicating the way they fit against his own, Aiba’s plump lips compensating for his own thinner ones, and more so when they were slick with moisture from his tongue slipping out to slide against Jun’s mouth, not even having to force its way in because Jun was more than willing to open up for him and attack with his own.

The top of Aiba’s rough tongue raked the side of his, and Jun made a wanting noise in the back of his throat, trying to push himself up, closer to Aiba’s body, but he couldn’t do much in this position and had to wait for him to pull away (with a nip to his bottom lip) before he finally gave into the urge and gasped out, “Masaki, I want you to fuck me.”

The words had an obvious effect on his counterpart, and Aiba almost growled (God, was he really that affected by his animal-centric show?), but Jun didn’t have much time to think about that, because his neck was assaulted, Aiba sucking and biting at his skin, enough to cause shivers and jerks of Jun’s already sensitive body.

But Jun submitted, tilting his head to one side and swallowing, feeling the obvious beat of his pulse where his skin was taunt under Aiba’s lips, and after leaving more than one hickey, he moved lower, gently brushing his teeth against Jun’s protruding collar bone and then continued down to his chest despite the thing piece of clothing still hanging on him.

Through the shirt he began sucking on one of his nipples, wetting it more than usual to get the sensation conveyed through the fabric, and the other one was stroked by his fingers (still holding his wrists in one hand) as Jun watched him, his body on fire.

And although he liked it-he liked it a lot-he couldn’t stand it anymore, and-hopefully-they would have plenty of time for more foreplaying later.

“Masaki, please fuck me,” he begged again, raising his thigh a little to rub against Aiba’s cock and provoke him a bit more, and it worked because he started thrusting down against him, although his mouth was still sucking at his pert nipple. “Please, please,” he insisted, managing to work one of his hands free and tangle it in his hair, tugging at it, although not necessarily to pull him away.

“Mmm,” Aiba rumbled back before finally pushing himself up and saying, almost unconsciously, “I love this shirt.”

At least Jun had a fallback for recreating this situation, assuming he couldn’t seduce Aiba again with his own effort.

“I’m taking it off,” came the reply, even if Aiba liked it, because if they were fucking he wanted it to be without any barriers, without any memories other than Aiba’s slick body against his own.

There was no argument with that, and in fact, it seemed like the reason Aiba climbed off the couch a second later was to give Jun some room to do so, although he ended up leaning over to peck him on the lips quickly, and explained, “I wasn’t prepared. I don’t know what I have, but give me a minute and I promise I’ll find something to make this work.” And then he was rushing across the house and into his bedroom.

Jun followed his with surprised eyes, a little unbalanced at the sudden loss of… well, everything-but he might as well take the opportunity to escape from the prison of his pants.

First he threw off his shirt, which was wet from Aiba’s mouth, and shivered just a little as the mesh fabric slid over his skin, then turned his attention to his jeans, his cock still half hanging out over the rim of his thong.

It took far longer than it should have, both because of the awkward position they had been left in when he had been attacked earlier, and also because of his thoroughly distracted brain, but by the time Aiba was back (several minutes later) Jun was laying on the couch, somewhat uncomfortably waiting for him, completely exposed.

With an almost normal expression, Aiba held up the mostly empty bottle of lube and a worn looking condom (Jun didn’t know where they came from, but he wouldn’t ask-at least right now he wouldn’t), and Jun shot him an uncertain look as he tried to climb back on top of him.

He tugged at Aiba’s shirt, wondering if his friend had honestly forgotten to take them off even though his erection was obvious through his pants and Jun himself was devoid of all of his own clothes, and when Aiba looked down at himself almost comically, Jun knew that he had. For all the cool attitude Aiba was playing, there were a few things giving away how nervous about this he really was… Maybe he was just as unsure about this as Jun had been, wondering if he’d said too much earlier and that he hadn’t been taken seriously or something…

But Jun would pretend he didn’t notice, because if Aiba wasn’t the one taking the lead, they would never get anywhere, Jun having kept his feelings subdued for long enough already.

With a slight giggle, Aiba smiled foolishly and rubbed his head, handing the items to Jun before getting off of him once more, pulling his shirt over his head and disposing of his pants just as quickly, avoiding Jun’s stare and going out of his way to act nonchalant about it, promptly climbing back onto the couch as if he still was clothed.

When their skin touched, though, the casual air was lost, bringing them back to exactly where they had left off, and without thinking about it, Jun’s hand when to Aiba’s bare thigh, where they were spread wide open to sit on top of his own, stroking the soft skin with focused attention.

Then he looked at his cock, dark and hard, and Jun held his breath while his fingers automatically opened the bottle of lube and coaxed some of it out onto his palm, his gaze never leaving Aiba.

The room was quiet as Jun worked, still enough that it was almost like neither of them were breathing, then Jun touched him, slicked him down, and Aiba gasped, then moaned his name out loudly.

He gripped onto Jun’s sides with both hands, his stomach quivering and hips making subtle thrusting motions even though they couldn’t move far, and Jun felt himself licking his lips as he watched the reactions his hand caused, which was still moving, tighter and more confident.

“Jun-kun… the condom…” Aiba gasped with half-lidded eyes, unconsciously flexing his grip on Jun’s waist and causing him to suddenly twitch too, forgetting that his own body was anxious for sex, for this to be inside of him.

Now he remembered, though, and released him to fumble with the condom, struggling a little to get it open with the worn packaging and one of his hands being covered in lube, but it crackled and tore for him, and he pulled it out, discarding the foil onto the floor, and took Aiba in hand once again, slipping the condom on securely and stroking him a few more times until Aiba pulled away to re-situation them.

“Fuck me,” Jun begged at the same time that Aiba gasped out, “I’m gonna fuck you-“ and then they both paused and then grinned together, and Jun lifted his legs when Aiba gave him room to, slipping them around his waist and slinging his arms around his shoulders as soon as he leaned back down.

Aiba gave him another smile and quick kiss before collecting the lube for his own use, slicking his fingers in order to slide them into Jun’s ass, and after a struggle between the two of them, Jun slung his leg up onto his shoulder to join his arm, creating more room.

“Is that okay?” Aiba asked in a sultry tone, even as two fingers slipped inside of him, and Jun jerked before scooting forward a little to situate himself once again.

“You’d be surprised… how flexible I am,” he replied, panting, and Aiba raised an eyebrow as if to say, we’ll have to test that out later.

But later was later and now was now, and the fingers were having an easy time opening him up because he was already so willing, pushing back and growling now himself even though he felt ridiculous doing so, but the message got across and Aiba was beaming at him, before leaning over farther, a hand above his head and the other leaving Jun to instead lead his cock to the place his fingers had been.

He started pressing inside and Jun’s head tilted back into the couch of its own will, his breath catching, and Aiba lifted his other thigh up higher on his side, almost up to his chest, and he bend even further forward, making Jun’s back curve, but now they were close enough that he could feel Aiba’s breath on his skin, just below his neck.

And even though his ass was burning along with his tense thighs, Jun moaned as Aiba finished sliding inside of him, raising his head towards his, moving his grip to his hair to pull at it, and with a little bit of effort he managed to press their lips together, although there wasn’t quite enough slack to deepen it--but it was enough to erase whatever discomfort there was.

“Still flexible enough?” Aiba teased with a smirk, gripping the underside of Jun’s thigh firmly and leaning all of his weight onto him before moving, thrusting minutely but quickly falling into a rhythm.

Jun didn’t even have an opportunity to respond to the comment because Aiba was fucking him hard enough that it was all he could do to breath, to try to ease the unnatural stretching feeling that was making his stomach turn-although it wasn’t the only reason it was. Aiba was letting out sexy noises too, whether on purpose or not, and he had a good sense for this sex thing. Although he was moving faster than Jun had anticipated (even though it was his first time and he didn’t exactly know what to expect except something mind blowing and as much of an exercise of creativity as their earlier search of clothes), his movements were precise and didn’t cause any more discomfort than was necessary, and because Jun was already turned on, he felt like they had almost completely skipped over any part of this kind of sex that was unpleasant.

Although Jun didn’t really think that any kind of sex with Aiba would be unpleasant, even if his legs were forced all the way over his head and his ass was being stretched open wider than it had ever been before.

By the time they were coordination enough for the thrusts to be performed in wide movements (a serious workout), the only part of Jun still on the couch was his shoulder blades and head, Aiba basically angling down to get inside of him, but it was good and the burning had turned from itchy to stimulating and he was spouting out any words that came into his mouth.

“So tight Jun… God, you’re so tight around me,” Aiba gasped back, and Jun’s fingernails dug into the skin of his scalp as the words went straight to his fluttering stomach, making him unsure whether he was about to orgasm or pass out.

“Ma-Masa…Ahhh…” His palms were pressing into Aiba’s cheeks now as he tried to get out his name, but it was too long and Jun wasn’t coherent enough. “Ma…sa… Ahhhh.”

“Fuck Jun… Are you close?” Aiba asked in a barely understandable voice, but even at that shaky level, Jun wasn’t sure how he had such good control over himself. Maybe it was just him that was falling apart at the seams.

“Mmm,” he managed to get out, followed by an unanticipated moan as Aiba touched his prostate dead on, and then finally, it came out in a rush like Jun had just been hit hard on the back and lost all of his breath at the same time. “Masaki.”

And then Aiba was stroking his cock firmly, hard, as he let out a string of curses, and Jun felt his stomach, already tight, convulse and his eyes squeezed closed even though he didn’t want them to, and he came as Aiba chanted out, “Jun, ohfuck, Jun.”

When Jun tightened around him, shaking from pleasure, Aiba kept thrusting, over and over again, as he came too, riding out his orgasm until the very end, and then his movements gradually slowed, sweat dripping off of his face onto Jun’s chest, mixing with the cum he had just released there.

Although it took a second, Aiba set Jun’s sore legs down, and they both let out the breaths they had been holding at the same time, the older carefully pulling out before getting off the couch and disposing of the condom in the nearest garbage can before retrieving several tissues from a conveniently placed box and handing a few to Jun while already taking care of the mess on his chest.

So Jun wiped off his hand, barely able to move because of fatigue and maybe a little soreness (but he did swear he was flexible, although his body was telling him that Aiba had pushed that limit). After he had done what he could and Aiba had disposed of the used tissues as well, he came back to sit on the little area left next to Jun’s hip on the couch, falling over him with another smirk as he made himself comfortable on Jun’s chest.

“I hope you don’t find me too forward,” he threw out cheekily and Jun bopped him on the head.

“No. Just a pervert.”

Aiba laughed at that and scooted forward so that their faces were closer. “But only for Matsujun.”

With a light touch this time, he caressed Aiba’s hair, once again wondering how their relationship had changed so quickly with such a simple request of help.

His friend seemed to be thinking the same thing because he grinned and said, “Thank God for those pants.”

Jun scoffed and rolled his eyes, even though he was happy for the reactions they had brought out in Aiba. He mumbled something like pervert again, and Aiba asked if he wanted a shower.

As the world knows, Jun didn’t, in fact, reap anything useful fashion-wise from his outing with Aiba, and continued his losing streak in the Mannequin five battles, being forced to treat the other members to dinner on more than one occasion and even submitting himself to a childish photo shoot with a blow up whale.

But Aiba stayed by his side the whole time, so he couldn’t complain about it… too much.

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A/N: Finally finished, yay~ I hope this was a satisfactory sequel. ^__^ Thanks for waiting for it! And this concludes the requests I took for the fundraising event. It only took three months.

I'm trying to get through all the fanfiction nominated for the fanfiction awards at sakumoto_sm, but there's so much and I haven't even read half of it. T__T Does anyone else feel that way? Although I'm also sort of happy, because that means that all of the good stories that I've missed are brought together in one place, I just wish I had some more time... Plus, I think I'm getting sick.

But on the bright side, I'm going to start posting the stuff that I was going to before the earthquake in March, including a few sequels and my favorite chaptered story of all time that I finished over a year ago and didn't post. Also, thanks to everyone for participating in my Sequel Drabble Event (if you haven't voted yet, please do!).

As always I'm open to criticism anytime.