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This was my je_fqfest assigment! A fic written for Imifumei. I...really wish I could have written something better for her.
I'm fairly certain that everybody knew this one was mine. Because of the scene breaks and because when I write everybody turns into a constantly-nodding-looking-glancing-sighing-breathing-moaning-squishy-feeling'ed moron. Seriously with the nodding and sighing and bantering. It's like they're annoyingly vocal bobble-heads. They all 'gesture' or 'make a gesture' and they can't keep their hands out of their hair and they laugh and smile all the time. They're VAPID, vocal bobble-heads. And when they hit orgasm it's all over in a paragraph. Or less.
I am so sorry.
Title:Between Friends
Pairing: Oguri Shun/Ikuta Toma/Matsumoto Jun. Or Oguri Shun WITH Ikuta Toma/Matsumoto Jun (and with a mention of Oguri Shun's relationship with Yamada Yu)
Rating:NC-17. A.K.A. Porn and Orgasms Warnings: Threesome? Drinking and smoking? By people old enough to engage in drinking, smoking and threesomes? A little rough play? Some minimal-risk unprotected sex?
Summary: Jun has a guys night in with Shun and Toma. This leads to having a guys night in wink wink, nudge nudge sex. As these things so often do.
Between Friends
Jun didn't generally do a lot of entertaining in his apartment. One reason was that he was very rarely home for long enough to do more than sleep, wake, pee, shower, dress, and leave again. When he was home for longer it generally meant he had time to eat between dressing and leaving again. The other reason was that it was so much easier to meet people half-way and get drinks or dinner or see a show or go shopping or do one of the many hundreds of things that could not be done from inside Jun's home. (And yes, Ohno Satoshi, he included 'shopping' on that list.)
Despite those things, though, Jun loved to have guests. Especially when those guests were good-if unexpected-friends.
---
The door opened without a knock or a warning but Jun was used to that happening ever since he'd tossed Shun his spare key before going on tour. "Hey, brought you those cigarettes you asked for," Shun called.
Jun thought for a moment. "You mean the ones I asked about two weeks ago?"
"Yep!"
"Sorry to intrude," Toma called out.
Jun stepped out of his kitchen and looked at Shun.
Shun looked back. "Oh, yeah!" he grinned. "I also brought Toma and beer and porn!" He nudged Toma with his shoulder. "Look sweet but throw some 'please save me from the cold tonight and love me' in with it," he muttered to him. "Toma got dumped recently," he said loudly to Jun.
"Two months ago," Jun told him, amused.
"And you and whatshername just broke up."
"Six weeks ago."
"A guys night in is just what both of you need. To get over things."
Toma ducked his head and smiled shyly, lifting one hand to scrub at the back of his neck. "Hey, Jun," he greeted. He lifted his head. "Sure is a nice night for cigarettes and beer and porn and..." he looked at Shun.
"Poker," Shun added. "And scratching ourselves and being men."
Jun laughed. "I'm making dinner," he said, nodding them toward the table. "It's almost done."
---
"Jun-kun," Toma's voice drifted over from the table to where Jun was stirring a pot of near-boiling pasta. "It's your turn to ante up."
Jun added a drop of olive oil to the water. "Like you two aren't looking at my cards every time I'm over here," he said.
"We're totally not!" Shun answered.
Giving one last stir, Jun looked over at his dining table. Toma was lifting the edges of the cards closest to him and Shun was gleefully trading cards between his hand and Jun's. "Yeah, you're totally not," he said dryly. "I'm in," he decided.
"I think he's bluffing," Shun told Toma immediately.
Toma laughed and then tried to disguise it by coughing into his fist. "Yeah, I don't know," he said, sounding concerned. "He might have something there."
"Throw in or bow out," Jun laughed, taking his chair.
"In," they said together, adding chips to the pot.
Jun checked his cards. He had two jokers, the three of clubs, the seven of spades, and the king of hearts was stabbing himself in the head with a sword that had been defaced to look like a tiny penis. "Raise you both ten," he said easily. He sat back and watched coolly as Toma and Shun exchanged looks.
He began to regret it as Shun started to smile. "You know, you know the thing about poker and Jun," Shun said brightly.
"In," called Toma, tossing his chips into the pot.
"Oh, god, Shun, go home," Jun muttered as Shun shoved his entire pile of chips into the center of the table.
"I'm calling, by the way," Shun chirped. "I've got two pair-aces and jacks."
Toma rolled his tongue in his cheek and looked away. Jun leaned back in his chair to watch as Shun flipped his cards. Shun had a pair of twos. Toma turned his cards with an innocent smile to reveal three aces and two jacks. "Gee," he said wonderingly. "I think I won."
Jun pushed away from the table as Shun buried his head in his arms. "Betrayal!" he sobbed. "Traitor to the cause!"
Laughing, Toma reached out and patted the top of Shun's head. "You were busy drawing a dildo; what did you expect me to do?"
---
Jun wasn't an idiot. He knew there was something going on.
Shun and Toma were a little too choreographed. They were being more physical with each other than was usual for them. They kept looking to Jun, too, after every interlude with each other.
Toma was rubbing the mouth of his beer bottle against his lower lip, his tongue occasionally slipping out to touch at the rim.
Jun waited until Toma got up from the table to take his bottle to the recycling bin to look at Shun. He flicked a glance at Toma's back and then raised one eyebrow. Shun put his chin in his hand and smiled at him.
"So, let's watch a movie," Jun said casually when Toma sauntered back over to the table.
Toma pursed his lips and the way his eyes flashed did not go unnoticed. "I borrowed one from Nino. It's got girls on the cover but…knowing Nino…"
---
"Boys in skirts," Shun said mildly. "You know, every time I think 'I should spend more time with Nino' something like this happens and I-" he fished out his phone.
"Don't you dare call Nino and make a date to hang out with him," Jun said without looking away from the screen. "I will kick you out of my apartment if you do."
Shun put his phone away. "You're no fun," he pouted, leaning in close to murmur it in Jun's ear.
Jun pushed him back into his seat with one hand. From the corner of his eye, he could see the way Shun smiled at him guilelessly before spreading out in boneless relaxation. "Jun is no fun," he repeated, still smiling. His thighs were spread artlessly wide and Jun watched as Shun's hands ran from his knees to his thighs, up over his hips and abdomen to his chest, t-shirt rumpling under his fingers. Wetting his lips, Shun dragged his hand through his hair, mussing it.
Right, Jun thought, turning his head to start at him fully. He had a thing for the tousled look, that messy, casual, end-of-a-long-day-start-of-the-night look. It was effortlessly sexual and Shun wore it well. Jun gave him a level stare. Shun's eyes darted past Jun and then raced back to him. Jun rolled his eyes and turned back to the television so that he could surreptitiously study Toma.
Toma was sprawled out in his corner of Jun's stupidly expensive sofa. He had a bottle of beer in one hand. Shifting, Toma lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a long drink, his head tilted back and showcasing the line of his throat and the way it worked as he swallowed. Jun had a thing for hands. A thing for the way they touched and grasped and stroked and felt and Toma had great, great hands. His grip on the neck of the bottle was loose and easy but his fingers tightened, practically fisted around the neck as he reached out to set it on the end table. Jun eyed the way they went lax, stroking through the condensation on the bottle as his hand fell away, drifted to the cigarette waiting in the ashtray.
He was too busy watching Toma's hands to see if Toma was checking to make sure he was watching but Jun was willing to bet that he had because he'd never seen anybody take so long to pick up a cigarette and bring it to their mouth. He was absolutely certain, however, that Toma wrapped his lips around the filter that way on purpose. The same for the kiss-like set of them as he blew the smoke back out.
Jun looked at the television.
A pair of very flexible young men in pleated skirts were having a very good time. As long as you ignored the breathy, fake porno moaning.
"Mm," Shun hummed. Loudly. Jun didn't bother to look at him. "Ah, I bet Jun could move like that," Shun murmured a moment later. Also loudly.
"Yep," Jun said. He waited for Shun to say something and, when he didn't, "You already knew that, though. We've done that."
"I wonder if Toma-kun can move that way," Shun changed tactics without missing a beat.
Toma forced a chuckle and shifted, scrubbing at the back of his neck again. He shifted again.
Jun blinked slowly at the boys on the screen. "You and Toma have done that, too," he said. "You told me about it the day after it happened."
Toma quit moving. "Um."
Shun beamed brightly enough that it could be felt even if Jun wasn't looking to see it. "About that-!"
Jun sighed. "What's going on?"
---
Toma glanced at Shun. "Just guys hanging out," he said with an easy shrug. "Some food, some poker, some beer and some porn…and yeah it's gay porn but it's from Nino so….just a guy's night in."
Pushing up his glasses, Jun rubbed at his eyes. With his eyes closed the porno moans were really obnoxiously fake. "Seriously?"
---
"You see, Jun, when two people-" explained Shun reasonably.
Toma shifted slightly in his seat.
"-or three, you know, whatever," Shun corrected smoothly, draping his arm around Jun's shoulders and leaning on him, "are highly attractive and totally the type you'd look at and think 'mmm, I'd tap that'-"
Jun pushed Shun off him. "You know what I meant," he said witheringly.
Shun grinned at him. "I get what you mean; I just don't know why you have to ask. We're all attractive, we're all horny, and I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure we all want to jump each other's bones."
Jun folded his arms and looked coldly at the porn still playing heedlessly on the television. He picked up his beer, took a sip, and waited. One of them was going to break.
---
"Look, I'm not saying I sat down with Nino over beers and that the talk turned from sex and relationships to you and Toma," Shun caved.
Out of everything he'd been expecting that Shun could possibly say-and he knew Shun could say a lot of inappropriate things-that had somehow never crossed his mind. Jun choked on his beer. "-what?"
Toma put his face in his hands. "Shun-kun," he said.
Shun thumped Jun on the back helpfully. "And it's not like we were lighting cigarettes off each other in the middle of this new-half bar, and going 'oh, man, you know how Jun and Toma have always had this thing between them'," he continued.
Toma buried his covered face in the arm of Jun's couch. "Shun."
"What the hell?" Jun demanded, jerking his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through to find Nino's name.
"Because it's not like we're practically happily married men just looking to hook up all our single friends," Shun went inexorably on.
"'lo?" Nino answered his phone groggily.
For a moment, Jun couldn't speak. Toma slithered to the floor in an embarrassed heap and Jun found his voice again, "I swear on the grave of everybody who ever died in my family that I will-"
"Make me do something sexually inappropriate with something physically painful?" Nino guessed on a yawn. "Give Shun my love," he said. "And Toma, if he's there," he added and hung up.
Jun put his phone away.
"For their happiness," Shun pontificated.
On the floor, Toma rolled over and stuck his head under the couch. "Please kill me," he said.
"Because we're not. Looking to hook up our friends, I mean. The happy thing is pretty true."
"Skip to the end, Shun."
"And to make a long story short, I told Toma I wanted to threesome you guys. You and him, I mean, not him and Nino," Shun clarified helpfully.
"Thanks for that," grumbled Jun.
---
The porno boys-in-skirts went from flexible to hard core.
Their moans got even faker.
---
Jun hit the pause button on the remote control, freezing the video in an unflattering close-up on some face-free body parts. Everybody was very, very silent.
"His nuts look like a set of ladies beginner kettlebells," Toma said in a small voice, slightly less muffled by the sofa.
He couldn't help himself. Jun laughed out loud, clapping his hands together as Shun and Toma joined in, hesitant at first but gaining in strength and hilarity as time passed. When Shun accidentally spilled his beer, they just laughed harder and, by the time they managed to wind down to stray snickers, Jun was on the floor with Toma, his head resting on his knee. "You guys honestly thought this was a good plan?" he asked. He titled his head just enough to see Toma's face.
Toma looked rueful. "It was Shun's plan. I just…"
"It was booze and porn," Shun said mildly. "That's a great plan."
Jun tipped his head even farther back to see Shun stretched out on the couch. "You're terrible, you know that?"
Shun made a kissy face at him.
Jun shot him the finger before rolling to his feet.
Toma scrambled to his feet, too. "Yeah, I guess we should…" he made a motion with his hand that encompassed most of Jun's apartment, excluding the couch and the direction of the bedroom.
Catching his hand, Jun stopped the gesture before it could include the front door. Squeezing briefly, he let go. "Why don't you two grab the shower and I'll clean up the beer." He caught the pack of cigarettes that Toma had been pulling out of his pocket before it could hit the floor. "What? I didn't say 'no'." He fisted his hand in the worn-soft fabric of Toma's t-shirt and tugged him closer. "I said it was a stupid seduction."
Toma recovered quickly, a lightening-fast grin lighting up his face. "It worked, though."
Jun shook his head, smiling even as he looked away. He let go of his fistful of shirt. "It really didn't. But go shower and I'll just…" he jerked his thumb at the kitchen.
"Toma can take the first shower," Shun said. At Jun's look he put his hands on his hips. "Maybe we have to take time for a little 'heart preparation', too." He moved his hands from his hips to put them on Toma's shoulders and steered him in the direction of Jun's bath. "Hurry it up, though, okay? We don't want to lose the mood."
"What mood?" Toma asked before he disappeared down the hall.
"I'll get you something to clean up the beer, Shun," Jun said, not following Toma's travels with his eyes in the slightest. He headed for his kitchen.
Shun caught up with him. "Jun."
Jun grabbed a dishcloth and dampened it under the sink. "No, it's all right. I just don't want it to stain."
"Not that." Shun looped his fingers under the leather of Jun's belt and used it to yank him back. "Quit being retarded, okay? It's me."
Blowing out a breath, Jun looked at him as much as could. "It's not that. We never had a thing," he told him honestly. "Toma and me? It's never…been a thing. Between us."
Shun rolled his eyes so hard that his head rolled with it. "Well, it's going to turn into sex," he said, dragging his fingers along Jun's belt. "So, work on that."
---
He and Toma had never had anything between them, Jun thought again in the shower. That was certainly true. Mostly true. He rested his forehead against the cool metal of the shower sprayer clutched in his hands and made himself admit the tiny un-truth of it. They'd never had anything between them…except that one, stupid moment when Jun had pulled him aside and confessed to him.
The trip to Hawaii was going to be a debut.
M.A.I.N. was ending.
Toma had smiled at him but Jun had caught the quick tremble of his lips before the grin and congratulations had stopped it.
And then he'd had Toma's hand in his, had slipped his own ring over Toma's finger. "I won't forget you, you know," he'd promised.
"I'll catch up to you." Toma's own promise, warm against his cheek as he'd hugged him close.
He wasn't sure what had happened next, who had moved or if neither of them had but somehow, in those dizzying, golden seconds as they'd made their teenaged vows to each other, Toma's mouth had been soft against his, full of the damp, hot, stuttering breath shared between them.
It had never been spoken of since and he'd never seen the ring again, either.
Jun shut off the shower.
---
If he'd thought he was going to have a few minutes to watch Shun and Toma together, a few minutes more to think things through or plan or even just to get completely turned on, he was wrong.
Both Shun and Toma were sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for him.
At least they were naked.
Crossing the room Jun dropped his damp towel on his nightstand. Without a word he leaned over the bed and put his mouth on the delicate wing of Toma's collarbone. He ran his tongue from the bump his collarbone connected to the stretch of his shoulder, down and down until he reached the hollow of his throat. He skimmed his lips back up, gently, and when he finished he pulled away just enough to look into Toma's eyes.
Toma's eyes were dark and there was a flame-flicker of heat in them and they were smiling just enough that Jun recognized his friend Toma in that deep, come-closer gaze. Toma's tongue slipped out, wetting his parted lips.
"Hey," Shun's voice broke through mainly because Shun's hands were on his cheeks, turning him gently away from the pull of Toma's eyes and mouth and face and Toma-ness. "Hey, c'mon."
It took Jun a moment to focus and when he did he found Shun's eyes, just as dark and heated and happy as Toma's. Shun smiled at him, sweet and serene. Jun took a deep breath in. "Shun," he said and was startled by how much it sounded like a request for help.
Shun's smile turned into a full-fledge grin. "Right," he said and then his mouth was on Jun's own. Shun kissed him with a lazy grace, a relaxed and soothing pace. Gentle sweeps of his tongue over Jun's lower lip before he nipped it lightly. His hands drifted from Jun's face to his hips, tugging until Jun was sitting on the bed. And still, his mouth was tender, easy. Easing.
Jun turned his head. "I'm not your girlfriend," he snapped. He didn't need to be gentled into things.
"Oh my god!" Shun gasped, jerking away. "You're not Yu-chan!" He scrambled back and fell off the bed with a resounding thump. "You're not even a girl!"
Toma looked over the edge of the bed at Shun and then back at Jun. His eyes went wide, horrified. "Oh my god, you're right! He doesn't have breasts or anything!"
Shun popped back into view, leaning his head companionably against Toma's side. "He does have good hips, though. Just, like, they're really gorgeous hips. Great handhold."
"Oh, yeah," Toma agreed instantly, "they're-" he reached out both hands and grasped the air as though he was setting his hands hard at somebody's hips. "Unf." He nodded. "They're good."
"Not a great place to put your thigh," Shun said with a trace of disapproval. "You'd kinda-" he wriggled one hand in the air demonstratively.
"Why the hell do I hang out with you?" Jun asked. He nudged Shun with a foot. "You're a bad influence."
Shun crawled back up onto the bed and over Toma's lap. "Sorry, Toma," he tossed over his shoulder. His mouth was on Jun's before Jun could scold him for his bad manners. This time Shun's kiss was firm and direct, his tongue opening Jun's mouth before he could open it himself. Shun tasted faintly of Jun's beer and cigarettes, like heat. His hands settled at Jun's hips and his thumbs pressed hard into the hollow there. Jun moved into that touch and Shun bit his lip sharply. "I have no clue why you hang out with me," Shun said, taking his smooth, wet mouth back. "Probably because we live in the same building." His eyes were laughing again and Jun laughed back, cupping the back of Shun's neck and pulling him back in for a quick, hard kiss. Jun bit him back at the end of it.
"That doesn't explain why I hang out with you," Toma put in.
"Because I'm a bad influence," Shun told him, dipping in to kiss him.
The kiss deepened, lengthened and Jun watched it, admiring the way their mouths fit together. Toma had a generous mouth and it went well with the mischievous curve of Shun's. Their mouths worked together, pressing hard, sliding; Jun could see the wicked way that Toma's tongue curled around Shun's as Shun pulled away with a breathless noise.
Jun leaned back on his elbows. He liked the way Toma's eyes felt on him, heavy and avid like a touch, lingering on the stirring length of his half-hard cock. He grasped the sheets just to feel them and arched his hips just the tiniest bit.
Toma drew in a deep breath. He looked a little shocked, a little lost.
"That's right!" Shun snapped his fingers. "Jun is special! He's-!" Jun planted is foot in the small of Shun's back and kicked him off the bed. "Like that," Shun said, climbing on again. "My ass is going to be sore if you keep this up," he added winsomely.
"Like I care," Jun muttered.
"You should," Shun countered, "I was going to teach Toma how to play with you."
"I care," Toma said feelingly, patting Shun's butt.
---
"Hold him harder, Jun," Shun instructed.
Jun looked at him sideways.
Shun looked back, busily licking at the flat, hard disks of Toma's nipples. "What?" He lifted his head. You're not the only one who wouldn't mind seeing pretty little bruises on Toma's wrists."
With a shrug, Jun tightened his hands. The bones of Toma's wrists were hard and delicious against his palms. He kind of wanted to bite them.
Toma struggled between them. "I have a shoot coming up, you know! And a butai!"
Shun moved up from Toma's chest and bit his neck instead. "Don't worry. All you have to do is say 'I got them from tussling with Matsumoto Jun like a couple of cute, innocent puppies!' and fans will eat it up with a spoon." He frowned. "And the message boards will erupt with speculation that the two of you are fucking and have I mentioned that sometimes I really regret not being a Johnny's?"
"You can't sing and you like being able to date girls publicly," Jun reminded him, licking the spot on Toma's neck that Shun had bitten.
Shun trailed away to bite at Toma's shoulders. Not hard enough to leave lasting marks, not bruises, but enough to leave a nice string of redness that would last long enough for Jun to follow later, if he wanted to.
"I don't see how this is teaching me to play with Jun," Toma tried.
Jun bit the place he'd licked, the place Shun had already bitten, and then sucked hard at it, feeling Toma writhe between them. He didn't dignify Toma's tactics with an answer of any kind. He worked his way back to Toma's collarbone, nipping at it through the delicate skin that covered it. Somehow the sweet-salt scent of Toma's skin was strong in the hollow above it. He murmured appreciatively and dragged his tongue through the shallow cup of it. Jun could feel the muscles in Toma's arms tighten by the way the tendons in his wrists tensed. He could also feel the sudden tension in his chest, as though he-
"Jun, we're going to have to-" After so many years spent with Shun, Jun knew him well enough to read the cues in his eyes and hands. He moved with Shun, rolling as Shun scooted to the side. "I'm going to go hold Tomasu's legs, okay? He's trying to-"
Between them, Toma surged. Jun put all his weight against him, bearing him back to the bed. It was a struggle and Jun could all but feel the bruises forming on Toma's wrists. He bit down on Toma's collarbone and Toma jerked beneath him and then went still. Except for the jump his pulse under Jun's hands. That raced against him, pounded like a hard roll of thunder.
"You learned not to do that," Jun told him, grinning wildly down at him.
"Have you got his hands?" Shun asked. Jun glanced back over his shoulder to see Shun sprawled out over Toma's legs. His teeth were white and sharp against the sweet-colored insides of Toma's spread thighs. He imagined that Toma smelled like his soap there, maybe like the faint sheen of sweat that was covering his body. He wondered if Shun could smell the musk of sex there, if it was heady in his mouth. Shun lifted his head. "Hands, Jun?" he asked again.
Jun scowled at him and turned back.
Toma grinned up at him. "I'll let you know if he goes for my nuts," he said winningly.
Scowling even darker, Jun straddled Toma's chest and put his knees on his arms, pinning him hard to the bed and taking pleasure in the way Toma winced and tried to move his arms. "You do that."
"Oh, you know what else about nuts?" Shun said and a split second later Jun felt hands in the middle of his back shove him forward and down.
He was about to snarl at Shun (not that it would have helped, but there were limits, after all) when. "Shit," Jun shivered hard. He couldn't move and it had nothing and everything to do with Toma's mouth at the juncture where his thigh met his body. He felt Toma's hands flex against his, a non-verbal request for freedom and Jun was too far gone in the feel of Toma's tongue against his balls to do anything but acquiesce. He let go.
Toma's hands might have been free but his arms were still pinned. It didn't seem to matter, however. He had enough mobility to put his hands on Jun's legs. He had enough mobility to get a solid handhold, to let his fingers bite into the trembling muscles of Jun's thighs. "Jun," he moaned and the sound vibrated against Jun's balls as Toma's mouth moved over them like a heat storm.
"Learned to do that, too," came Shun's distant voice. "I'm a good teacher."
Jun couldn't pay attention. All he could feel was the rush of sensation as Toma's mouth took him. He scrabbled for a handhold and managed to twist his hands into the sheets. He shuddered. "Toma," he gasped.
Toma's mouth left him with a pained whine and his eyes slammed shut.
"Toma?" Jun twisted the sheets tighter, feeling them pulling up from where they'd been tucked neatly in.
"Shun," Toma gritted out. "He's-"
Slick sounds, wet sounds. Jun opened his mouth on a soundless groan. "Sucking cock turns him on," he spat out.
In answer (probably) Shun moaned at them.
Jun thrust his hips forward in reply, the head of his cock leaving a sticky sheen on Toma's chin, against his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "You-" he said.
Toma licked his lips, eyes slightly glassy. "I need-" his arm moved beneath Jun's pinning knee. "Just-"
Jun nodded.
---
Being under Toma, being covered by him, made Jun fight for breath. The air was rich and sharp with the scent of Toma's sweat and Toma's sex and Toma's body. Jun tossed his head and clawed at Toma's back.
Toma caught his mouth in a harsh kiss and moved harder against him.
There were things Jun thought he should be paying attention to-like where Shun was and what Shun was doing or the fact that somebody should have a condom somewhere-but he couldn't think past the hot burn of Toma's cock against his own. He couldn't focus beyond the hot, wet slip of precome that almost seem to sizzle against his belly and let Toma glide against him in rough-smooth strokes.
When Toma's mouth left his Jun used the brief time to drag in some air before lunging up and kissing Toma again. He wrapped one leg more securely around Toma's and pushed up against him as hard as he could. He had no clue what was wrong with him, why he couldn't keep it together or find any finesse or a modicum of grace. All he had was this half-frantic need for more and now and Toma.
Toma seemed to have the other half of Jun's frenzy. Every powerful thrust of Toma's hips felt like Toma was trying to burrow into him. The hand on his hip that held him and guided him in rocking against Toma was almost certainly going to leave a bruise, and he was pretty sure he'd heard his sheets rip at some point when Toma had found a good, strong grip on them and started to lose control.
Jun let go of Toma's shoulders and grabbed a handful of hair, trying to kiss Toma even harder.
"Hey, hey, easy. Calm down," Shun's voice was somewhere over him and Jun felt Toma's body losing strength against him. "You don't have to just go for it. We've got time. We've-"
Toma growled, deep in his throat. A warning sound, violent and raw.
"Fuck," Shun sounded stunned. "Okay."
Jun didn't care. All that mattered was the way Toma's body practically slammed into his, his cock hard as bone and directly on top of Jun's own. And Jun wasn't one for his own pain but Toma was so pretty as his face darkened around his pain. It was impossible to hold out against the way Toma was hurting himself driving against Jun and doing it anyhow.
Toma panted into his mouth and his tongue moved against Jun's, picking up the rhythm of their bodies, that same controlling, punishing drive, and Jun couldn't help himself. He arched his back, bringing his legs up around Toma's slim hips, and he let go completely. He could hear himself crying out, could feel the way his body was going to pieces, but all there was was Toma's mouth and Toma's cock and the scent of the two of them joined together.
"Finally," Jun heard Toma say, felt the way he moaned into him, and he held him as everything fell apart again.
---
"Why is my leg all wet?"
Yawning into his neck, Jun felt Toma shrug. "I think Shun jerked off and came on my back. Not sure."
"I did. You guys are like a work of art," Shun said proudly.
Jun glared blearily in the direction of Shun's voice. "Okay, everybody into the shower."
---
He was drifting, dozing, warm between two bodies, Toma wrapped around him from behind and Shun snuggled against his chest, when something musical woke him.
"One Love?" Jun mumbled.
"Shhh," Shun murmured. The blankets rustled and he was gone, leaving only his warmth behind in the bed.
Distantly Jun could hear the sounds of Shun walking around his bedroom, the sounds of getting-dressed-quietly-in-the-dark, and the steady stream of Shun talking to somebody on the other end of his cell phone. Jun tried to focus.
"I know you'd never but really you should have been here. It was mindblowing." A pause. "That too but. No, it's like I mid-wifed this beautiful baby relationship into the world."
Jun closed his eyes. "Is that Nino?" he asked.
"…it's my mom?" Shun tried brightly.
"Get out of my apartment," Jun told him.
Shun snorted quietly and the bed dipped. Shun's lips were soft on Jun's forehead. "I'm going anyhow. Yu's coming over when she's done with her work."
Yu. "Hey," he opened his eyes.
"It's okay," Shun told him. "It's not really cheating if you guys are hot and I end up doing you-as long as it doesn't happen all the time. We worked this out."
Which was really. It was disturbing. "What's going on? Seriously."
Shun made a face at him. "During HanaKimi you had this look when I told you about how Tomasu and I messed around and once I got both of you in the same room it…well, you and he have this obvious thing. Neither of you dates seriously but you always get girlfriends and lose them at the same time. Nino and I got to talking and thought you needed a push because for some reason neither of you would make a move. And to make a long story short: we meddled like fat, happy housewives."
"Oh, god," Jun muttered. "You two need to die."
Laughing under his breath, Shun tucked the blankets more securely around Jun's shoulders. "Whatever you say." He tapped the end of Jun's nose and then rubbed a hand over Toma's shoulder. "Don't forget; lunch Friday before your play opens."
"Yup," Toma said, sounding wide awake.
"'Night," Shun hummed.
Jun stayed silent as he listened to Shun's light steps fade away, out of his apartment.
Toma breathed behind him. "Do you want me to-?" he asked, the arm around his waist releasing its tight hold.
"I want you to stay," Jun said. "When-" before he could stop himself, he said it. "When I kissed you that day, you didn't talk to me for three months. And the ring-"
"Eh?" Toma's arm tightened again. "I kissed you and for three months you-" he stopped. "Your ring-and I thought I shouldn't-" he stopped again.
Jun wiggled around to face Toma. "So. This whole time. We've…" he swallowed. "We've had a thing."
Toma looked at him. "Oh, shit," he said, face falling comically.
Then he laughed and Jun joined him, completely unable to help himself.
---
"So," Jun said, tucking his tongue into his cheek as he did up his tie. "Let's not tell Nino or Shun about this."
"Deal," Toma said. He offered out a hand to shake. "Not a word about any of it."
Jun took it. "Just between us."
They shook on it.
A second later, they were kissing.
*********
Because I really do feel bad about this, I wrote some extra bits. Scenes from their past, the present, and the near future. I'm not saying they're great but they're SOMETHING more than what's up there.
Silver Ring
Domoto Koichi was the one to break the news to Jun. "Hey, Matsumoto!"
Jun stopped in the hallway, looking curiously back toward the dance studios. "Senpai?" he asked politely.
Koichi jogged up to him and cuffed him on the shoulder. "Hey, quit with that. Especially since I have a favor to ask you."
"A favor?" he asked dubiously. Jun wondered what on earth he could possibly do for the older, more senior, more debuted boy. "I mean, sure!"
Laughing, Koichi cuffed him again and then patted his shoulder. "I won't see him again before you guys get back from your debut but tell Ohno Satoshi that I said 'congratulations', okay?" Jun's confusion must have shown on his face because he explained, "We've had dance-battles before, me and Tsuyoshi against him and Machida, so we're sort of friendly. It's too bad about Machi."
"Yes," Jun said distantly. His head was fuzzy inside, like he'd smoked one of Nino's cigarette's full of cheap tobacco and probably other stuff. "I'll do that."
Koichi patted his shoulder again. "Thanks. See you around, Arashi." And he jogged away again, back to the studio he'd come from.
Jun stood still for a moment and then the knowledge and excitement and sheer euphoria hit him like a wave. Like a wave at the beach, he jumped with it, one hand punching at the air. Debut. Nino had hinted that there might be a debut coming up. He'd talked about an 'Arashi' he'd seen with Sakurai-senpai. They'd worked on that 'image song' which was really a debut song. A-ra-shi. And they were going to be Arashi and they were… they were going to take the world by storm. Or something. He grinned so wide it hurt. He had to tell Toma. Had to tell Toma that they were-
He couldn't move aside from the way the grin faded. Toma wasn't going to Hawaii. It was Ohno Satoshi and Sakurai Sho and Nino and Aiba and him that were going. Aiba hadn't been going at first, either, Jun remembered. Nino had spent weeks loudly insisting that he'd never debut without Aiba and two days ago Aiba had announced his invitation to come along to Hawaii. It's too bad about Machi, Domoto had said. Ohno was in Musical Academy. Was the leader of MA. With Machida. And Machida wasn't going to Hawaii. Arashi was debuting, not Musical Academy.
It's too bad about Machi.
M.A.I.N wasn't going to debut, Arashi was. Arashi was going to be Ohno and Sakurai and Nino and Aiba and him, because the trip to Hawaii was a debut trip. Toma wasn't going. Because Toma wasn't debuting.
It's too bad about Toma, Jun imagined Domoto saying to him.
He whirled around and went back down the hall. Past the studio where KinKi Kids were working on their new dance. Past the studio where he'd been practicing his own new choreography. Down and down and down to the very end where the Juniors were working on something, all together.
Toma was in the back row, bouncing on his toes as the instructor went over something at the front of the room. Jun grabbed his sleeve. "Toma."
"Matsujun!" Toma beamed him a smile. "Are you joining us-or no, you're done with your work," he said, obviously catching sight of Jun's duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. "We're going to be awh-"
"Come with me," Jun said, catching Toma's hand and tugging. "It's important."
Toma quit bouncing and followed him out into the hall. "Is something wrong?"
Jun could not find words for a moment. Toma was in front of him, his hair all in a mess and hanging in his eyes. It was darker than even Nino's hair but Toma had that faint sun-kissed tan so it didn't make him look so terminally young. Toma was smiling the wide grin that took up his whole face and made his nose seem huge and it was the one Toma, himself, hated most and that Jun absolutely adored.
It's too bad about
"The Hawaii trip is to debut a group called Arashi," Jun said, the words coming up like a cough, like bile in his throat. Toma was still smiling but there was a swirl of confusion, like he was trying to fit that in with them. "M.A.I.N is over. Nino and Aiba and me-we're going to be Arashi. You-" he couldn't finish. Couldn't. Wouldn't.
He couldn't look away as Toma's chin and lip trembled, just the start of a tremor as something bleak hit him behind the eyes. And then Toma's smile was back in blinding force. "Congratulations, Jun! Wow!" Toma pressed a peace sign up to his own cheek, making a cute face. "You guys are going to be super famous and I'll get to say that I was grouped with you way back when and nobody'll believe me because none of you will ever return my calls. You'll be that big."
It was a joke, an old one, about the career and life waiting for Nino in Hollywood. It was an in-joke, a M.A.I.N joke, just a joke. Jun clasped his hands hard together and felt his ring pinch hard at the webbing between his fingers. He looked down. It was just a bit of silver, three bands twisted together. Jun had bought it with his first ever paycheck from Johnny's. It was his 'memory ring' and he never wore it for photos because, as proud as he was of it, he wanted to keep it personal and his. It didn't come off his finger easily but it came off. He grabbed Toma's hands. Toma's hands were smaller than Jun's, the fingers just as long but even thinner. It wasn't going to fit his ring finger the way it did Jun's own and so Jun slipped it over his index finger. "That's yours," he said roughly, looking back up. "I'm giving it to you because it's mine. It's the first thing from here that was mine. I won't forget you, you know." He couldn't stand the look in Toma's eyes and he pulled him into a hug. "I won't forget you, Toma. No matter who I debut with or who you debut with. I won't."
Toma's arms came up around his middle, high up on his sides. Jun could feel the way Toma pressed close to him, like they were literally about to be separated from each other forever. "I'll catch up to you," he said it like a vow and it was warm against Jun's cheek.
He pulled back to look at Toma, to see the promise in his eyes and let Toma see his own. "You're special to me," he found himself saying, with no input at all from his brain. "Out of everybody here, you're the most-" he cut off and bit his lip. It was true but he didn't understand why. Or he did but he didn't want to understand something like that about himself.
They were both breathing as though they'd been running hard and Toma was looking at him and Jun opened his mouth to say something about being best friends but couldn't because suddenly his mouth was pressed against Toma's own. It was soft. That was the first thing to make it through. Toma's mouth was soft. And then dampness; they'd both had their mouths open and that hadn't changed when they'd come together. They were breathing in each other's air. He was breathing in Toma.
It felt like the first moments of knowing he was going to debut all over again and the shock had him pulling away. Toma, too, was jerking back. His look was horrorstruck. Jun's face felt hot and he didn't know what to say.
But he didn't have to know because he didn't have to say anything. Yamashita opened the door, looking curiously out into the hall. "Tomasu? Ah! You need to come back in. We're going to start."
Toma stared at him for a moment longer and then whipped away. "Got it!" he said, following Yamashita back in. His hand lifted quickly as he went through the door. "Bye," he said to Jun, distracted and dismissive. Silver glinted on his hand as it disappeared behind its owner, the last thing Jun saw.
Jun turned and ran down the hall, bag bouncing against his shoulder and back. He didn't know what he'd done, what the future would be, or even who he was anymore but he had to keep moving forward anyhow.
The midwives
One of the things Shun loved most about Nino was the other man's unabashed love for blurred gender lines. He grinned at the guy (girl? cross dresser? new-half?) that lead him to Nino's table. "I need a glass of wine. Red wine. Something that tastes good and is cheap enough to not offend my friend."
The new-half (cross dresser? guy? girl?) nodded, giving him a pink-cheeked smile. "Of course, sir."
"Jun would have shit his pants listening to you order that," Nino said, chin in his hand and sly smile on his lips, drink in front of him with the ice just starting to melt.
Shun dropped into the chair opposite him. "Jun has his issues and we love him desperately for them." He blew the server a kiss when his wine was deposited in front of him. "You're a doll," he said because whatever else that person might have been, might be, or might be becoming, he-or-she was cute. He turned back to Nino. "You have great taste."
Nino laughed at him silently, with his eyes. "Thanks," he said drolly. He pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and produced his lighter from thin air.
"Me too," Shun requested, lipping his own cigarette and leaning in for Nino's flame. Up close he could see a fading bruise low on Nino's neck, just under his collar. "How's the wife's hickey fetish coming along?" he asked, sitting back and letting out the first breath of smoke.
With a glare, Nino tugged his collar closer to his neck. "Just fine," he snapped. "Quit looking."
Shun grinned. "I like how you didn't correct the 'wife' bit when everybody who knows you know that you-"
Nino blew smoke in his face. "The press tells me that you and Yamada-chan have taken your relationship to the next level. How was Hawaii?"
Toasting Nino with his glass, Shun smiled. "Paparazzi free and full of sex and romantic fulfillment!" he stated. Nino rolled his eyes but Shun could see his smile in them and it made his own smile bigger. "There was this one beach-"
An hour later he was out of stories and laughing at Nino's interjected memories of his own trips to Hawaii. He felt relaxed and happy, his second glass of wine empty in front of him. "You know who needs a Hawaiian vacation? Jun."
Nino pushed at the edge of his glass with his forefinger. "He could. Though I'm not sure a sex-free vacation would do him a lot of good."
Shun sat a little straighter in his chair. "Who says it has to be sex-free? He could-"
"He won't in Hawaii," Nino picked up his drink and sipped. "Not unless he had the Love of His Life with him." Nino said it in such a way that Shun visualized it with fancy strokes and flowery embellishments.
Carefully, very carefully, Shun took a casual drag off his cigarette. "His thing with Toma, it's pretty epic."
Nino did not give him the back-off-the-issue eyes. Instead he finished his cigarette and lit another. "Epic is a good word. 'Stupid' would be another."
Shun prepared to dig in to a good, long discussion.
Two hours and another glass of wine later, Shun was confused and determined. "Maybe they just need a little push, just to get them stared." He set his glass down with an irrefutable click. "I can do this."
Nino snorted into his scotch.
Shun pulled out a fresh cigarette and lit it off the cherry glowing at the end of Nino's, resting in the ashtray. "You're only jealous that I've never hooked you up with a hottie. But I'm serious. I can do this. A push is all they need."
Nino lifted his cigarette and drew in a deep lungful of smoke. Letting it out in a stream he said, "Thank you for stating the completely obvious, Shun." He lifted his cigarette again, but didn't set it to his lips. "Out of sheer, morbid curiosity: what's your plan?"
Frowning, Shun put his chin in his hand. He smoked absently for a minute. "How about if Yu-chan and I-"
"Oh, because nobody has tried that before," Nino interrupted.
"Eh?" Shun blinked at him, reaching for his wine.
Nino flicked ash off the end of his cigarette. "We've all tried that. Sho took Jun and Toma on a double date and he barely knows Toma and he never wants us to see him with a girl because we take the piss whenever we do."
"Okay…but-"
"Aiba and Becky have taken them out a half dozen times. And it's Aiba and Becky. They're the model couple for Jun and Toma-she's pretty and she whacks people a lot and Aiba is like a dumber, happier version of Toma. They did the Aiba-and-Becky show for them and nothing. They are in hardcore denial."
Shun thought about that. "Well, maybe it's because Becky is a girl."
"Jun is a girl," Nino muttered. He and Shun shared a grin and then Nino's faded. "You and Yamada-chan could have sex on the table right in front of them and be shouting 'this is what you should be doing' at them the whole time and the only response you'd get would be them politely leaving to give you some privacy."
He was about to say something when the idea clicked, so simple and beautiful that Shun was absolutely stunned by it. "That's it," he breathed.
Nino gave him a look over the rim of his glass, cigarette still in hand and leaving wisps of smoke around his face like an ethereal halo. "Your management would love that scandal," he said dryly.
But Nino knew him well and was obviously waiting for him to continue. "I mean we could show them that having sex with each other wouldn't…well, wouldn't whatever they're so afraid of that it makes them not have sex with each other."
"Shun." Nino looked at him hard. "Are you suggesting…?"
"Threesome," Shun confirmed.
Nino put his cigarette in his mouth and sucked in a breath, dragging the embers all the way down to the filter. Then he stubbed it out and stood up. "I'm going to go home to forget that I know you," he said. He patted Shun on the shoulder. "Thanks for all the hard work."
"Nino," Shun grabbed his wrist and wrestled him back to his chair. As a peace offering he dug out one of Nino's cigarettes and used his own to light it. He put it into Nino's hand and settled himself more comfortably across Nino's thighs. "Let's listen to Shunkerbell, okay?"
"Get off me, you heavy bastard," Nino sighed.
Shun pet Nino's hair. "Obviously they know that you can have sex with friends and still be buddies. I'm the proof, right?"
Beneath him, Nino shuddered. "Shun," he said sternly, "what have I said about this?"
Shun stole a sip of Nino's scotch since his wine was across the table. "That you never want to think of Jun or Tomasu in that way and most especially not that way with me," he recited cheerfully. Nino pushed him and Shun went back to his own side of the table, keeping one hand tight around Nino's wrist so that Nino wouldn't try to escape again. "But listen, if they won't sleep with each other on their own maybe having a trusted third party will help get them over this bump."
Nino looked away and drained his glass. Shun signaled to the guy (girl? new-half? cross dresser?) behind the bar for another round. Nino flashed him a quirky smile in profile. When his new scotch on the rocks was in front of him he looked at Shun fully again. "Against my better judgment, please continue."
Pleased, Shun saluted Nino with his wine. "I'm not going to trick them into anything. Not really. I'm going to be very upfront. I'm going to say 'Jun, I desperately want to bang you and Tomasu together in a sweaty, sexy, threesome because I totally want to see him bite your delicious hips and then suck your-no, no, I'm sorry Nino! I didn't mean to say that to you!" He pulled Nino back down and tugged him into a brief and messy hug. "Sorry, sorry. I got carried away. I really didn't mean to do that to your brain. Please forgive me."
Nino glared at him acidly. "I swear I will punch you in the nads."
"Understood and accepted," Shun agreed. He waited until Nino settled back in his chair before relaxing into his own. "Do you think beer would help? Not getting them drunk but just…lubed up?"
"Yes." Nino looked thoughtful and then his face wrinkled in a frown. "You can't go to Jun, though."
"Obviously you've never tried to seduce Jun," Shun told him. He put his hands up at Nino's look. "You haven't!"
"I know that. It's…" he let out a puff of breath and took a quick drag on his cigarette. "You need to get Toma on board first. Jun won't do it otherwise."
Shun scrunched his nose at Nino. "Uh, have you met Jun? This whole thing is about getting them to make a move, remember? And one does not jump Matsumoto Jun without warning."
Nino rubbed at his face. "No, I could have guessed that. But. You see Jun as much as I do and you know him as well as anybody, but you're not Johnny's. Believe me when I say that Jun will be too conscious of Toma as his kouhai to do anything."
"No Border-san," he started, trying to see Nino's point.
"That's different," Nino shrugged. "This is more…" He trailed off and took another fast drag off his cigarette. "This is more personal than groups but it kind of has a lot to do with it, too. Even way back in M.A.I.N Jun and Toma had this thing between them. It was really kind of cute watching them together because they were such cute little kids. They were always together. When Arashi debuted, Jun was over the moon. He'd wanted to debut so bad. But it meant leaving Toma behind and the guilt kind of killed him a little. I know that Jun told Toma about the debut before anybody else could and I know that after they didn't talk for three months."
Shun blinked in shock. "Huh?"
"I know, right?" Nino tapped his ash off. "And it's not like we were busy like we are now; we still had personal time between the school and the work. Heck, we still saw Toma a few times a week anyway because Bad Image Generation and Arashi had choreo in the same studios. They just wouldn't look at each other or talk to each other. Sometimes they'd wave a little in passing-if Aiba or I was already waving, that is. Jun wouldn't talk about it but when we started forcing him and Toma into the doing stuff with us, at the same time, things got better. It took…almost a year? Just about a year. So even if it's not really about senpai/kouhai relationships, he's going to fall back on that if you don't manage to short circuit him first. He's not going to risk things with Toma."
"…crap," Shun said after silence had lapsed between them for a few moments. "That's going to make this harder."
"Yeah, it is." Rubbing his hands over his face again, Nino peeked at Shun between his fingers. "Okay, not to sound like Leader-"
"I love Leader. It's cute when you sound like him!"
Nino's hands dropped, his face dark.
Shun politely waited for him to speak.
After another moment of glaring Nino's face softened, "They're waiting for each other; Toma gets a girlfriend, suddenly Jun has one too. Jun breaks up, the next thing we know Toma is on the outs with his girlfriend. They want to be together. It's that simple and that's why it's so difficult. So if you think this stupid plan will work then…please do your best." Nino's eyes were solemn on his and Shun knew that Nino was trusting him with the hearts of two people that he loved dearly.
"I want them to be happy, too," he said quietly. "No matter what."
Squaring his shoulders, Nino reached into his pocket and produced his phone. He scrolled through his contacts with one hand and lifted his glass with the other. He pushed a button, sipped his drink, set it down. "Toma? Shun's going to call you with some batshit scheme to have a threesome. No! No with you and-because I love you but not that way. Are you offended? You sound that way, that's why. Well if it's that disgusting to you, too, then why did you get so offended when I said-at least I said I cared! Screw your love confessions-I'm not listening."
Shun flashed Nino a thumbs up.
Nino winked back at him. "What? I don't know, maybe he's just fucked in the head. No, I'm not warning you off; I think he's got his heart in this and if it doesn't fuck you up to consider it then I think you should. Yes. Yes. No, seriously. What the fuck? How would I know? Ask Kato or someth-this is not a social call! I'm trying to have a drink here and I just thought I would give you a head's up so Shun doesn't spring a little surprise butt-sex on you. You're welcome. Yeah, yeah, I already got my tickets for it. Later." Nino hung up.
"I love the conversations you have with people," Shun told him feelingly. "You could do adverts for phones with your conversations."
"I already do adverts for phones," Nino reminded him, standing up and downing his drink in three long, breathless swallows. "I've got to go. Shun…" but he didn't finish, just ruffled a hand through Shun's hair almost distantly.
"Nino is a romantic," Shun laughed up at him, ready for the sharp tug on his hair that Nino delivered. He put a hand on Nino's hip, slid it around to the small of his back. "I'll call you when it's done, okay?"
"Please do not call me post-orgasm," Nino muttered.
Shun patted him and let him go. "How about if you call me for updates? Because we both know that I will call you as soon as I can once it's done," he forestalled him.
"All right. I'll call tomorrow just to see how the plan is coming along. Just…" Nino made a semi-embarrassed fight gesture.
"Fight-o!" Shun agreed, pumping his fist in the air just to make Nino turn red and flee. He smiled at the new-half (or boy. or girl. or cross dresser) that came to clear his table and changed his ringtone for Nino to something more appropriate. "This is going to work great," he told the server, dropping a tip on the table and following Nino out the door.
He was already dialing Toma as he got into his cab.
Just Between Us
Jun stood on one side of his door, Toma stood just across his threshold. They stared at each other as though they hadn't had sex. Or had but had needed a third party to help them have it with each other. For a moment Jun felt sixteen and awkward again, stuck between his first kiss with Toma and the latest.
And then Toma's face scrunched in an embarrassed grin. "We're still awkward," he said.
With a puff of laughter, Jun stepped back from his door and motioned Toma in with a jerk of his head. "No, we're good. Just had a weird moment."
Toma stepped inside and out of his shoes. "Let's not tell Shun or Nino about that, either."
"After today I might never speak to either of them again," Jun tossed casually over his shoulder as he made his way to the kitchen. "They're too smug for their own good."
"I thought it was just me," Toma said, following him. "Since I'm the youngest. You didn't have to go to the trouble, Jun."
Jun stirred the sauce. "It's just cream spaghetti," he said off-handedly. "Filming ran late so-" he blew out a breath. He had decided that he wasn't going to do this and here he was, doing it. Pretending like it was nothing. He braced his hands on the stove and looked over his shoulder at Toma. "I meant to make something else. Something more impressive. Because that's what I wanted to do. Because it's for you."
Toma flushed. "I asked Ohno to delay filming so that I could take you out someplace fancy." He closed his eyes, squinted them as though looking directly at Jun would be too much. "But then practice ran late anyhow so I got here late."
Releasing his grip, Jun snapped off the burner and turned to look at Toma. Then he put his hands on his hips, stepping close. "We can't tell them this, either," he said and let his lips ghost over Toma's own. He could feel Toma's smile under his mouth.
"We can't tell them a lot of stuff."
He said it, but Jun felt Toma's hands come up and settle against his shoulders. Their kiss deepened slowly, with the softness of ten years' worth of wistful longing. "Toma," he sighed as the kiss broke. "Let's eat dinner," he suggested. "And then not have sex and not tell those two idiots about it." He let go of Toma and turned the burner back on.
Toma laughed. "I'm really glad we're taking this slow," he said. A second later Jun felt Toma's hand on the back of his neck, a there-and-gone touch. "This is the kind of thing that I don't want to miss out on."
"Me neither," Jun said, meaning it with all of his heart.
*******
I really wish I could have done better.
I'm fairly certain that everybody knew this one was mine. Because of the scene breaks and because when I write everybody turns into a constantly-nodding-looking-glancing-sighing-breathing-moaning-squishy-feeling'ed moron. Seriously with the nodding and sighing and bantering. It's like they're annoyingly vocal bobble-heads. They all 'gesture' or 'make a gesture' and they can't keep their hands out of their hair and they laugh and smile all the time. They're VAPID, vocal bobble-heads. And when they hit orgasm it's all over in a paragraph. Or less.
I am so sorry.
Title:Between Friends
Pairing: Oguri Shun/Ikuta Toma/Matsumoto Jun. Or Oguri Shun WITH Ikuta Toma/Matsumoto Jun (and with a mention of Oguri Shun's relationship with Yamada Yu)
Rating:NC-17. A.K.A. Porn and Orgasms Warnings: Threesome? Drinking and smoking? By people old enough to engage in drinking, smoking and threesomes? A little rough play? Some minimal-risk unprotected sex?
Summary: Jun has a guys night in with Shun and Toma. This leads to having a guys night in wink wink, nudge nudge sex. As these things so often do.
Between Friends
Jun didn't generally do a lot of entertaining in his apartment. One reason was that he was very rarely home for long enough to do more than sleep, wake, pee, shower, dress, and leave again. When he was home for longer it generally meant he had time to eat between dressing and leaving again. The other reason was that it was so much easier to meet people half-way and get drinks or dinner or see a show or go shopping or do one of the many hundreds of things that could not be done from inside Jun's home. (And yes, Ohno Satoshi, he included 'shopping' on that list.)
Despite those things, though, Jun loved to have guests. Especially when those guests were good-if unexpected-friends.
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The door opened without a knock or a warning but Jun was used to that happening ever since he'd tossed Shun his spare key before going on tour. "Hey, brought you those cigarettes you asked for," Shun called.
Jun thought for a moment. "You mean the ones I asked about two weeks ago?"
"Yep!"
"Sorry to intrude," Toma called out.
Jun stepped out of his kitchen and looked at Shun.
Shun looked back. "Oh, yeah!" he grinned. "I also brought Toma and beer and porn!" He nudged Toma with his shoulder. "Look sweet but throw some 'please save me from the cold tonight and love me' in with it," he muttered to him. "Toma got dumped recently," he said loudly to Jun.
"Two months ago," Jun told him, amused.
"And you and whatshername just broke up."
"Six weeks ago."
"A guys night in is just what both of you need. To get over things."
Toma ducked his head and smiled shyly, lifting one hand to scrub at the back of his neck. "Hey, Jun," he greeted. He lifted his head. "Sure is a nice night for cigarettes and beer and porn and..." he looked at Shun.
"Poker," Shun added. "And scratching ourselves and being men."
Jun laughed. "I'm making dinner," he said, nodding them toward the table. "It's almost done."
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"Jun-kun," Toma's voice drifted over from the table to where Jun was stirring a pot of near-boiling pasta. "It's your turn to ante up."
Jun added a drop of olive oil to the water. "Like you two aren't looking at my cards every time I'm over here," he said.
"We're totally not!" Shun answered.
Giving one last stir, Jun looked over at his dining table. Toma was lifting the edges of the cards closest to him and Shun was gleefully trading cards between his hand and Jun's. "Yeah, you're totally not," he said dryly. "I'm in," he decided.
"I think he's bluffing," Shun told Toma immediately.
Toma laughed and then tried to disguise it by coughing into his fist. "Yeah, I don't know," he said, sounding concerned. "He might have something there."
"Throw in or bow out," Jun laughed, taking his chair.
"In," they said together, adding chips to the pot.
Jun checked his cards. He had two jokers, the three of clubs, the seven of spades, and the king of hearts was stabbing himself in the head with a sword that had been defaced to look like a tiny penis. "Raise you both ten," he said easily. He sat back and watched coolly as Toma and Shun exchanged looks.
He began to regret it as Shun started to smile. "You know, you know the thing about poker and Jun," Shun said brightly.
"In," called Toma, tossing his chips into the pot.
"Oh, god, Shun, go home," Jun muttered as Shun shoved his entire pile of chips into the center of the table.
"I'm calling, by the way," Shun chirped. "I've got two pair-aces and jacks."
Toma rolled his tongue in his cheek and looked away. Jun leaned back in his chair to watch as Shun flipped his cards. Shun had a pair of twos. Toma turned his cards with an innocent smile to reveal three aces and two jacks. "Gee," he said wonderingly. "I think I won."
Jun pushed away from the table as Shun buried his head in his arms. "Betrayal!" he sobbed. "Traitor to the cause!"
Laughing, Toma reached out and patted the top of Shun's head. "You were busy drawing a dildo; what did you expect me to do?"
---
Jun wasn't an idiot. He knew there was something going on.
Shun and Toma were a little too choreographed. They were being more physical with each other than was usual for them. They kept looking to Jun, too, after every interlude with each other.
Toma was rubbing the mouth of his beer bottle against his lower lip, his tongue occasionally slipping out to touch at the rim.
Jun waited until Toma got up from the table to take his bottle to the recycling bin to look at Shun. He flicked a glance at Toma's back and then raised one eyebrow. Shun put his chin in his hand and smiled at him.
"So, let's watch a movie," Jun said casually when Toma sauntered back over to the table.
Toma pursed his lips and the way his eyes flashed did not go unnoticed. "I borrowed one from Nino. It's got girls on the cover but…knowing Nino…"
---
"Boys in skirts," Shun said mildly. "You know, every time I think 'I should spend more time with Nino' something like this happens and I-" he fished out his phone.
"Don't you dare call Nino and make a date to hang out with him," Jun said without looking away from the screen. "I will kick you out of my apartment if you do."
Shun put his phone away. "You're no fun," he pouted, leaning in close to murmur it in Jun's ear.
Jun pushed him back into his seat with one hand. From the corner of his eye, he could see the way Shun smiled at him guilelessly before spreading out in boneless relaxation. "Jun is no fun," he repeated, still smiling. His thighs were spread artlessly wide and Jun watched as Shun's hands ran from his knees to his thighs, up over his hips and abdomen to his chest, t-shirt rumpling under his fingers. Wetting his lips, Shun dragged his hand through his hair, mussing it.
Right, Jun thought, turning his head to start at him fully. He had a thing for the tousled look, that messy, casual, end-of-a-long-day-start-of-the-night look. It was effortlessly sexual and Shun wore it well. Jun gave him a level stare. Shun's eyes darted past Jun and then raced back to him. Jun rolled his eyes and turned back to the television so that he could surreptitiously study Toma.
Toma was sprawled out in his corner of Jun's stupidly expensive sofa. He had a bottle of beer in one hand. Shifting, Toma lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a long drink, his head tilted back and showcasing the line of his throat and the way it worked as he swallowed. Jun had a thing for hands. A thing for the way they touched and grasped and stroked and felt and Toma had great, great hands. His grip on the neck of the bottle was loose and easy but his fingers tightened, practically fisted around the neck as he reached out to set it on the end table. Jun eyed the way they went lax, stroking through the condensation on the bottle as his hand fell away, drifted to the cigarette waiting in the ashtray.
He was too busy watching Toma's hands to see if Toma was checking to make sure he was watching but Jun was willing to bet that he had because he'd never seen anybody take so long to pick up a cigarette and bring it to their mouth. He was absolutely certain, however, that Toma wrapped his lips around the filter that way on purpose. The same for the kiss-like set of them as he blew the smoke back out.
Jun looked at the television.
A pair of very flexible young men in pleated skirts were having a very good time. As long as you ignored the breathy, fake porno moaning.
"Mm," Shun hummed. Loudly. Jun didn't bother to look at him. "Ah, I bet Jun could move like that," Shun murmured a moment later. Also loudly.
"Yep," Jun said. He waited for Shun to say something and, when he didn't, "You already knew that, though. We've done that."
"I wonder if Toma-kun can move that way," Shun changed tactics without missing a beat.
Toma forced a chuckle and shifted, scrubbing at the back of his neck again. He shifted again.
Jun blinked slowly at the boys on the screen. "You and Toma have done that, too," he said. "You told me about it the day after it happened."
Toma quit moving. "Um."
Shun beamed brightly enough that it could be felt even if Jun wasn't looking to see it. "About that-!"
Jun sighed. "What's going on?"
---
Toma glanced at Shun. "Just guys hanging out," he said with an easy shrug. "Some food, some poker, some beer and some porn…and yeah it's gay porn but it's from Nino so….just a guy's night in."
Pushing up his glasses, Jun rubbed at his eyes. With his eyes closed the porno moans were really obnoxiously fake. "Seriously?"
---
"You see, Jun, when two people-" explained Shun reasonably.
Toma shifted slightly in his seat.
"-or three, you know, whatever," Shun corrected smoothly, draping his arm around Jun's shoulders and leaning on him, "are highly attractive and totally the type you'd look at and think 'mmm, I'd tap that'-"
Jun pushed Shun off him. "You know what I meant," he said witheringly.
Shun grinned at him. "I get what you mean; I just don't know why you have to ask. We're all attractive, we're all horny, and I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure we all want to jump each other's bones."
Jun folded his arms and looked coldly at the porn still playing heedlessly on the television. He picked up his beer, took a sip, and waited. One of them was going to break.
---
"Look, I'm not saying I sat down with Nino over beers and that the talk turned from sex and relationships to you and Toma," Shun caved.
Out of everything he'd been expecting that Shun could possibly say-and he knew Shun could say a lot of inappropriate things-that had somehow never crossed his mind. Jun choked on his beer. "-what?"
Toma put his face in his hands. "Shun-kun," he said.
Shun thumped Jun on the back helpfully. "And it's not like we were lighting cigarettes off each other in the middle of this new-half bar, and going 'oh, man, you know how Jun and Toma have always had this thing between them'," he continued.
Toma buried his covered face in the arm of Jun's couch. "Shun."
"What the hell?" Jun demanded, jerking his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through to find Nino's name.
"Because it's not like we're practically happily married men just looking to hook up all our single friends," Shun went inexorably on.
"'lo?" Nino answered his phone groggily.
For a moment, Jun couldn't speak. Toma slithered to the floor in an embarrassed heap and Jun found his voice again, "I swear on the grave of everybody who ever died in my family that I will-"
"Make me do something sexually inappropriate with something physically painful?" Nino guessed on a yawn. "Give Shun my love," he said. "And Toma, if he's there," he added and hung up.
Jun put his phone away.
"For their happiness," Shun pontificated.
On the floor, Toma rolled over and stuck his head under the couch. "Please kill me," he said.
"Because we're not. Looking to hook up our friends, I mean. The happy thing is pretty true."
"Skip to the end, Shun."
"And to make a long story short, I told Toma I wanted to threesome you guys. You and him, I mean, not him and Nino," Shun clarified helpfully.
"Thanks for that," grumbled Jun.
---
The porno boys-in-skirts went from flexible to hard core.
Their moans got even faker.
---
Jun hit the pause button on the remote control, freezing the video in an unflattering close-up on some face-free body parts. Everybody was very, very silent.
"His nuts look like a set of ladies beginner kettlebells," Toma said in a small voice, slightly less muffled by the sofa.
He couldn't help himself. Jun laughed out loud, clapping his hands together as Shun and Toma joined in, hesitant at first but gaining in strength and hilarity as time passed. When Shun accidentally spilled his beer, they just laughed harder and, by the time they managed to wind down to stray snickers, Jun was on the floor with Toma, his head resting on his knee. "You guys honestly thought this was a good plan?" he asked. He titled his head just enough to see Toma's face.
Toma looked rueful. "It was Shun's plan. I just…"
"It was booze and porn," Shun said mildly. "That's a great plan."
Jun tipped his head even farther back to see Shun stretched out on the couch. "You're terrible, you know that?"
Shun made a kissy face at him.
Jun shot him the finger before rolling to his feet.
Toma scrambled to his feet, too. "Yeah, I guess we should…" he made a motion with his hand that encompassed most of Jun's apartment, excluding the couch and the direction of the bedroom.
Catching his hand, Jun stopped the gesture before it could include the front door. Squeezing briefly, he let go. "Why don't you two grab the shower and I'll clean up the beer." He caught the pack of cigarettes that Toma had been pulling out of his pocket before it could hit the floor. "What? I didn't say 'no'." He fisted his hand in the worn-soft fabric of Toma's t-shirt and tugged him closer. "I said it was a stupid seduction."
Toma recovered quickly, a lightening-fast grin lighting up his face. "It worked, though."
Jun shook his head, smiling even as he looked away. He let go of his fistful of shirt. "It really didn't. But go shower and I'll just…" he jerked his thumb at the kitchen.
"Toma can take the first shower," Shun said. At Jun's look he put his hands on his hips. "Maybe we have to take time for a little 'heart preparation', too." He moved his hands from his hips to put them on Toma's shoulders and steered him in the direction of Jun's bath. "Hurry it up, though, okay? We don't want to lose the mood."
"What mood?" Toma asked before he disappeared down the hall.
"I'll get you something to clean up the beer, Shun," Jun said, not following Toma's travels with his eyes in the slightest. He headed for his kitchen.
Shun caught up with him. "Jun."
Jun grabbed a dishcloth and dampened it under the sink. "No, it's all right. I just don't want it to stain."
"Not that." Shun looped his fingers under the leather of Jun's belt and used it to yank him back. "Quit being retarded, okay? It's me."
Blowing out a breath, Jun looked at him as much as could. "It's not that. We never had a thing," he told him honestly. "Toma and me? It's never…been a thing. Between us."
Shun rolled his eyes so hard that his head rolled with it. "Well, it's going to turn into sex," he said, dragging his fingers along Jun's belt. "So, work on that."
---
He and Toma had never had anything between them, Jun thought again in the shower. That was certainly true. Mostly true. He rested his forehead against the cool metal of the shower sprayer clutched in his hands and made himself admit the tiny un-truth of it. They'd never had anything between them…except that one, stupid moment when Jun had pulled him aside and confessed to him.
The trip to Hawaii was going to be a debut.
M.A.I.N. was ending.
Toma had smiled at him but Jun had caught the quick tremble of his lips before the grin and congratulations had stopped it.
And then he'd had Toma's hand in his, had slipped his own ring over Toma's finger. "I won't forget you, you know," he'd promised.
"I'll catch up to you." Toma's own promise, warm against his cheek as he'd hugged him close.
He wasn't sure what had happened next, who had moved or if neither of them had but somehow, in those dizzying, golden seconds as they'd made their teenaged vows to each other, Toma's mouth had been soft against his, full of the damp, hot, stuttering breath shared between them.
It had never been spoken of since and he'd never seen the ring again, either.
Jun shut off the shower.
---
If he'd thought he was going to have a few minutes to watch Shun and Toma together, a few minutes more to think things through or plan or even just to get completely turned on, he was wrong.
Both Shun and Toma were sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for him.
At least they were naked.
Crossing the room Jun dropped his damp towel on his nightstand. Without a word he leaned over the bed and put his mouth on the delicate wing of Toma's collarbone. He ran his tongue from the bump his collarbone connected to the stretch of his shoulder, down and down until he reached the hollow of his throat. He skimmed his lips back up, gently, and when he finished he pulled away just enough to look into Toma's eyes.
Toma's eyes were dark and there was a flame-flicker of heat in them and they were smiling just enough that Jun recognized his friend Toma in that deep, come-closer gaze. Toma's tongue slipped out, wetting his parted lips.
"Hey," Shun's voice broke through mainly because Shun's hands were on his cheeks, turning him gently away from the pull of Toma's eyes and mouth and face and Toma-ness. "Hey, c'mon."
It took Jun a moment to focus and when he did he found Shun's eyes, just as dark and heated and happy as Toma's. Shun smiled at him, sweet and serene. Jun took a deep breath in. "Shun," he said and was startled by how much it sounded like a request for help.
Shun's smile turned into a full-fledge grin. "Right," he said and then his mouth was on Jun's own. Shun kissed him with a lazy grace, a relaxed and soothing pace. Gentle sweeps of his tongue over Jun's lower lip before he nipped it lightly. His hands drifted from Jun's face to his hips, tugging until Jun was sitting on the bed. And still, his mouth was tender, easy. Easing.
Jun turned his head. "I'm not your girlfriend," he snapped. He didn't need to be gentled into things.
"Oh my god!" Shun gasped, jerking away. "You're not Yu-chan!" He scrambled back and fell off the bed with a resounding thump. "You're not even a girl!"
Toma looked over the edge of the bed at Shun and then back at Jun. His eyes went wide, horrified. "Oh my god, you're right! He doesn't have breasts or anything!"
Shun popped back into view, leaning his head companionably against Toma's side. "He does have good hips, though. Just, like, they're really gorgeous hips. Great handhold."
"Oh, yeah," Toma agreed instantly, "they're-" he reached out both hands and grasped the air as though he was setting his hands hard at somebody's hips. "Unf." He nodded. "They're good."
"Not a great place to put your thigh," Shun said with a trace of disapproval. "You'd kinda-" he wriggled one hand in the air demonstratively.
"Why the hell do I hang out with you?" Jun asked. He nudged Shun with a foot. "You're a bad influence."
Shun crawled back up onto the bed and over Toma's lap. "Sorry, Toma," he tossed over his shoulder. His mouth was on Jun's before Jun could scold him for his bad manners. This time Shun's kiss was firm and direct, his tongue opening Jun's mouth before he could open it himself. Shun tasted faintly of Jun's beer and cigarettes, like heat. His hands settled at Jun's hips and his thumbs pressed hard into the hollow there. Jun moved into that touch and Shun bit his lip sharply. "I have no clue why you hang out with me," Shun said, taking his smooth, wet mouth back. "Probably because we live in the same building." His eyes were laughing again and Jun laughed back, cupping the back of Shun's neck and pulling him back in for a quick, hard kiss. Jun bit him back at the end of it.
"That doesn't explain why I hang out with you," Toma put in.
"Because I'm a bad influence," Shun told him, dipping in to kiss him.
The kiss deepened, lengthened and Jun watched it, admiring the way their mouths fit together. Toma had a generous mouth and it went well with the mischievous curve of Shun's. Their mouths worked together, pressing hard, sliding; Jun could see the wicked way that Toma's tongue curled around Shun's as Shun pulled away with a breathless noise.
Jun leaned back on his elbows. He liked the way Toma's eyes felt on him, heavy and avid like a touch, lingering on the stirring length of his half-hard cock. He grasped the sheets just to feel them and arched his hips just the tiniest bit.
Toma drew in a deep breath. He looked a little shocked, a little lost.
"That's right!" Shun snapped his fingers. "Jun is special! He's-!" Jun planted is foot in the small of Shun's back and kicked him off the bed. "Like that," Shun said, climbing on again. "My ass is going to be sore if you keep this up," he added winsomely.
"Like I care," Jun muttered.
"You should," Shun countered, "I was going to teach Toma how to play with you."
"I care," Toma said feelingly, patting Shun's butt.
---
"Hold him harder, Jun," Shun instructed.
Jun looked at him sideways.
Shun looked back, busily licking at the flat, hard disks of Toma's nipples. "What?" He lifted his head. You're not the only one who wouldn't mind seeing pretty little bruises on Toma's wrists."
With a shrug, Jun tightened his hands. The bones of Toma's wrists were hard and delicious against his palms. He kind of wanted to bite them.
Toma struggled between them. "I have a shoot coming up, you know! And a butai!"
Shun moved up from Toma's chest and bit his neck instead. "Don't worry. All you have to do is say 'I got them from tussling with Matsumoto Jun like a couple of cute, innocent puppies!' and fans will eat it up with a spoon." He frowned. "And the message boards will erupt with speculation that the two of you are fucking and have I mentioned that sometimes I really regret not being a Johnny's?"
"You can't sing and you like being able to date girls publicly," Jun reminded him, licking the spot on Toma's neck that Shun had bitten.
Shun trailed away to bite at Toma's shoulders. Not hard enough to leave lasting marks, not bruises, but enough to leave a nice string of redness that would last long enough for Jun to follow later, if he wanted to.
"I don't see how this is teaching me to play with Jun," Toma tried.
Jun bit the place he'd licked, the place Shun had already bitten, and then sucked hard at it, feeling Toma writhe between them. He didn't dignify Toma's tactics with an answer of any kind. He worked his way back to Toma's collarbone, nipping at it through the delicate skin that covered it. Somehow the sweet-salt scent of Toma's skin was strong in the hollow above it. He murmured appreciatively and dragged his tongue through the shallow cup of it. Jun could feel the muscles in Toma's arms tighten by the way the tendons in his wrists tensed. He could also feel the sudden tension in his chest, as though he-
"Jun, we're going to have to-" After so many years spent with Shun, Jun knew him well enough to read the cues in his eyes and hands. He moved with Shun, rolling as Shun scooted to the side. "I'm going to go hold Tomasu's legs, okay? He's trying to-"
Between them, Toma surged. Jun put all his weight against him, bearing him back to the bed. It was a struggle and Jun could all but feel the bruises forming on Toma's wrists. He bit down on Toma's collarbone and Toma jerked beneath him and then went still. Except for the jump his pulse under Jun's hands. That raced against him, pounded like a hard roll of thunder.
"You learned not to do that," Jun told him, grinning wildly down at him.
"Have you got his hands?" Shun asked. Jun glanced back over his shoulder to see Shun sprawled out over Toma's legs. His teeth were white and sharp against the sweet-colored insides of Toma's spread thighs. He imagined that Toma smelled like his soap there, maybe like the faint sheen of sweat that was covering his body. He wondered if Shun could smell the musk of sex there, if it was heady in his mouth. Shun lifted his head. "Hands, Jun?" he asked again.
Jun scowled at him and turned back.
Toma grinned up at him. "I'll let you know if he goes for my nuts," he said winningly.
Scowling even darker, Jun straddled Toma's chest and put his knees on his arms, pinning him hard to the bed and taking pleasure in the way Toma winced and tried to move his arms. "You do that."
"Oh, you know what else about nuts?" Shun said and a split second later Jun felt hands in the middle of his back shove him forward and down.
He was about to snarl at Shun (not that it would have helped, but there were limits, after all) when. "Shit," Jun shivered hard. He couldn't move and it had nothing and everything to do with Toma's mouth at the juncture where his thigh met his body. He felt Toma's hands flex against his, a non-verbal request for freedom and Jun was too far gone in the feel of Toma's tongue against his balls to do anything but acquiesce. He let go.
Toma's hands might have been free but his arms were still pinned. It didn't seem to matter, however. He had enough mobility to put his hands on Jun's legs. He had enough mobility to get a solid handhold, to let his fingers bite into the trembling muscles of Jun's thighs. "Jun," he moaned and the sound vibrated against Jun's balls as Toma's mouth moved over them like a heat storm.
"Learned to do that, too," came Shun's distant voice. "I'm a good teacher."
Jun couldn't pay attention. All he could feel was the rush of sensation as Toma's mouth took him. He scrabbled for a handhold and managed to twist his hands into the sheets. He shuddered. "Toma," he gasped.
Toma's mouth left him with a pained whine and his eyes slammed shut.
"Toma?" Jun twisted the sheets tighter, feeling them pulling up from where they'd been tucked neatly in.
"Shun," Toma gritted out. "He's-"
Slick sounds, wet sounds. Jun opened his mouth on a soundless groan. "Sucking cock turns him on," he spat out.
In answer (probably) Shun moaned at them.
Jun thrust his hips forward in reply, the head of his cock leaving a sticky sheen on Toma's chin, against his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "You-" he said.
Toma licked his lips, eyes slightly glassy. "I need-" his arm moved beneath Jun's pinning knee. "Just-"
Jun nodded.
---
Being under Toma, being covered by him, made Jun fight for breath. The air was rich and sharp with the scent of Toma's sweat and Toma's sex and Toma's body. Jun tossed his head and clawed at Toma's back.
Toma caught his mouth in a harsh kiss and moved harder against him.
There were things Jun thought he should be paying attention to-like where Shun was and what Shun was doing or the fact that somebody should have a condom somewhere-but he couldn't think past the hot burn of Toma's cock against his own. He couldn't focus beyond the hot, wet slip of precome that almost seem to sizzle against his belly and let Toma glide against him in rough-smooth strokes.
When Toma's mouth left his Jun used the brief time to drag in some air before lunging up and kissing Toma again. He wrapped one leg more securely around Toma's and pushed up against him as hard as he could. He had no clue what was wrong with him, why he couldn't keep it together or find any finesse or a modicum of grace. All he had was this half-frantic need for more and now and Toma.
Toma seemed to have the other half of Jun's frenzy. Every powerful thrust of Toma's hips felt like Toma was trying to burrow into him. The hand on his hip that held him and guided him in rocking against Toma was almost certainly going to leave a bruise, and he was pretty sure he'd heard his sheets rip at some point when Toma had found a good, strong grip on them and started to lose control.
Jun let go of Toma's shoulders and grabbed a handful of hair, trying to kiss Toma even harder.
"Hey, hey, easy. Calm down," Shun's voice was somewhere over him and Jun felt Toma's body losing strength against him. "You don't have to just go for it. We've got time. We've-"
Toma growled, deep in his throat. A warning sound, violent and raw.
"Fuck," Shun sounded stunned. "Okay."
Jun didn't care. All that mattered was the way Toma's body practically slammed into his, his cock hard as bone and directly on top of Jun's own. And Jun wasn't one for his own pain but Toma was so pretty as his face darkened around his pain. It was impossible to hold out against the way Toma was hurting himself driving against Jun and doing it anyhow.
Toma panted into his mouth and his tongue moved against Jun's, picking up the rhythm of their bodies, that same controlling, punishing drive, and Jun couldn't help himself. He arched his back, bringing his legs up around Toma's slim hips, and he let go completely. He could hear himself crying out, could feel the way his body was going to pieces, but all there was was Toma's mouth and Toma's cock and the scent of the two of them joined together.
"Finally," Jun heard Toma say, felt the way he moaned into him, and he held him as everything fell apart again.
---
"Why is my leg all wet?"
Yawning into his neck, Jun felt Toma shrug. "I think Shun jerked off and came on my back. Not sure."
"I did. You guys are like a work of art," Shun said proudly.
Jun glared blearily in the direction of Shun's voice. "Okay, everybody into the shower."
---
He was drifting, dozing, warm between two bodies, Toma wrapped around him from behind and Shun snuggled against his chest, when something musical woke him.
"One Love?" Jun mumbled.
"Shhh," Shun murmured. The blankets rustled and he was gone, leaving only his warmth behind in the bed.
Distantly Jun could hear the sounds of Shun walking around his bedroom, the sounds of getting-dressed-quietly-in-the-dark, and the steady stream of Shun talking to somebody on the other end of his cell phone. Jun tried to focus.
"I know you'd never but really you should have been here. It was mindblowing." A pause. "That too but. No, it's like I mid-wifed this beautiful baby relationship into the world."
Jun closed his eyes. "Is that Nino?" he asked.
"…it's my mom?" Shun tried brightly.
"Get out of my apartment," Jun told him.
Shun snorted quietly and the bed dipped. Shun's lips were soft on Jun's forehead. "I'm going anyhow. Yu's coming over when she's done with her work."
Yu. "Hey," he opened his eyes.
"It's okay," Shun told him. "It's not really cheating if you guys are hot and I end up doing you-as long as it doesn't happen all the time. We worked this out."
Which was really. It was disturbing. "What's going on? Seriously."
Shun made a face at him. "During HanaKimi you had this look when I told you about how Tomasu and I messed around and once I got both of you in the same room it…well, you and he have this obvious thing. Neither of you dates seriously but you always get girlfriends and lose them at the same time. Nino and I got to talking and thought you needed a push because for some reason neither of you would make a move. And to make a long story short: we meddled like fat, happy housewives."
"Oh, god," Jun muttered. "You two need to die."
Laughing under his breath, Shun tucked the blankets more securely around Jun's shoulders. "Whatever you say." He tapped the end of Jun's nose and then rubbed a hand over Toma's shoulder. "Don't forget; lunch Friday before your play opens."
"Yup," Toma said, sounding wide awake.
"'Night," Shun hummed.
Jun stayed silent as he listened to Shun's light steps fade away, out of his apartment.
Toma breathed behind him. "Do you want me to-?" he asked, the arm around his waist releasing its tight hold.
"I want you to stay," Jun said. "When-" before he could stop himself, he said it. "When I kissed you that day, you didn't talk to me for three months. And the ring-"
"Eh?" Toma's arm tightened again. "I kissed you and for three months you-" he stopped. "Your ring-and I thought I shouldn't-" he stopped again.
Jun wiggled around to face Toma. "So. This whole time. We've…" he swallowed. "We've had a thing."
Toma looked at him. "Oh, shit," he said, face falling comically.
Then he laughed and Jun joined him, completely unable to help himself.
---
"So," Jun said, tucking his tongue into his cheek as he did up his tie. "Let's not tell Nino or Shun about this."
"Deal," Toma said. He offered out a hand to shake. "Not a word about any of it."
Jun took it. "Just between us."
They shook on it.
A second later, they were kissing.
*********
Because I really do feel bad about this, I wrote some extra bits. Scenes from their past, the present, and the near future. I'm not saying they're great but they're SOMETHING more than what's up there.
Silver Ring
Domoto Koichi was the one to break the news to Jun. "Hey, Matsumoto!"
Jun stopped in the hallway, looking curiously back toward the dance studios. "Senpai?" he asked politely.
Koichi jogged up to him and cuffed him on the shoulder. "Hey, quit with that. Especially since I have a favor to ask you."
"A favor?" he asked dubiously. Jun wondered what on earth he could possibly do for the older, more senior, more debuted boy. "I mean, sure!"
Laughing, Koichi cuffed him again and then patted his shoulder. "I won't see him again before you guys get back from your debut but tell Ohno Satoshi that I said 'congratulations', okay?" Jun's confusion must have shown on his face because he explained, "We've had dance-battles before, me and Tsuyoshi against him and Machida, so we're sort of friendly. It's too bad about Machi."
"Yes," Jun said distantly. His head was fuzzy inside, like he'd smoked one of Nino's cigarette's full of cheap tobacco and probably other stuff. "I'll do that."
Koichi patted his shoulder again. "Thanks. See you around, Arashi." And he jogged away again, back to the studio he'd come from.
Jun stood still for a moment and then the knowledge and excitement and sheer euphoria hit him like a wave. Like a wave at the beach, he jumped with it, one hand punching at the air. Debut. Nino had hinted that there might be a debut coming up. He'd talked about an 'Arashi' he'd seen with Sakurai-senpai. They'd worked on that 'image song' which was really a debut song. A-ra-shi. And they were going to be Arashi and they were… they were going to take the world by storm. Or something. He grinned so wide it hurt. He had to tell Toma. Had to tell Toma that they were-
He couldn't move aside from the way the grin faded. Toma wasn't going to Hawaii. It was Ohno Satoshi and Sakurai Sho and Nino and Aiba and him that were going. Aiba hadn't been going at first, either, Jun remembered. Nino had spent weeks loudly insisting that he'd never debut without Aiba and two days ago Aiba had announced his invitation to come along to Hawaii. It's too bad about Machi, Domoto had said. Ohno was in Musical Academy. Was the leader of MA. With Machida. And Machida wasn't going to Hawaii. Arashi was debuting, not Musical Academy.
It's too bad about Machi.
M.A.I.N wasn't going to debut, Arashi was. Arashi was going to be Ohno and Sakurai and Nino and Aiba and him, because the trip to Hawaii was a debut trip. Toma wasn't going. Because Toma wasn't debuting.
It's too bad about Toma, Jun imagined Domoto saying to him.
He whirled around and went back down the hall. Past the studio where KinKi Kids were working on their new dance. Past the studio where he'd been practicing his own new choreography. Down and down and down to the very end where the Juniors were working on something, all together.
Toma was in the back row, bouncing on his toes as the instructor went over something at the front of the room. Jun grabbed his sleeve. "Toma."
"Matsujun!" Toma beamed him a smile. "Are you joining us-or no, you're done with your work," he said, obviously catching sight of Jun's duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. "We're going to be awh-"
"Come with me," Jun said, catching Toma's hand and tugging. "It's important."
Toma quit bouncing and followed him out into the hall. "Is something wrong?"
Jun could not find words for a moment. Toma was in front of him, his hair all in a mess and hanging in his eyes. It was darker than even Nino's hair but Toma had that faint sun-kissed tan so it didn't make him look so terminally young. Toma was smiling the wide grin that took up his whole face and made his nose seem huge and it was the one Toma, himself, hated most and that Jun absolutely adored.
It's too bad about
"The Hawaii trip is to debut a group called Arashi," Jun said, the words coming up like a cough, like bile in his throat. Toma was still smiling but there was a swirl of confusion, like he was trying to fit that in with them. "M.A.I.N is over. Nino and Aiba and me-we're going to be Arashi. You-" he couldn't finish. Couldn't. Wouldn't.
He couldn't look away as Toma's chin and lip trembled, just the start of a tremor as something bleak hit him behind the eyes. And then Toma's smile was back in blinding force. "Congratulations, Jun! Wow!" Toma pressed a peace sign up to his own cheek, making a cute face. "You guys are going to be super famous and I'll get to say that I was grouped with you way back when and nobody'll believe me because none of you will ever return my calls. You'll be that big."
It was a joke, an old one, about the career and life waiting for Nino in Hollywood. It was an in-joke, a M.A.I.N joke, just a joke. Jun clasped his hands hard together and felt his ring pinch hard at the webbing between his fingers. He looked down. It was just a bit of silver, three bands twisted together. Jun had bought it with his first ever paycheck from Johnny's. It was his 'memory ring' and he never wore it for photos because, as proud as he was of it, he wanted to keep it personal and his. It didn't come off his finger easily but it came off. He grabbed Toma's hands. Toma's hands were smaller than Jun's, the fingers just as long but even thinner. It wasn't going to fit his ring finger the way it did Jun's own and so Jun slipped it over his index finger. "That's yours," he said roughly, looking back up. "I'm giving it to you because it's mine. It's the first thing from here that was mine. I won't forget you, you know." He couldn't stand the look in Toma's eyes and he pulled him into a hug. "I won't forget you, Toma. No matter who I debut with or who you debut with. I won't."
Toma's arms came up around his middle, high up on his sides. Jun could feel the way Toma pressed close to him, like they were literally about to be separated from each other forever. "I'll catch up to you," he said it like a vow and it was warm against Jun's cheek.
He pulled back to look at Toma, to see the promise in his eyes and let Toma see his own. "You're special to me," he found himself saying, with no input at all from his brain. "Out of everybody here, you're the most-" he cut off and bit his lip. It was true but he didn't understand why. Or he did but he didn't want to understand something like that about himself.
They were both breathing as though they'd been running hard and Toma was looking at him and Jun opened his mouth to say something about being best friends but couldn't because suddenly his mouth was pressed against Toma's own. It was soft. That was the first thing to make it through. Toma's mouth was soft. And then dampness; they'd both had their mouths open and that hadn't changed when they'd come together. They were breathing in each other's air. He was breathing in Toma.
It felt like the first moments of knowing he was going to debut all over again and the shock had him pulling away. Toma, too, was jerking back. His look was horrorstruck. Jun's face felt hot and he didn't know what to say.
But he didn't have to know because he didn't have to say anything. Yamashita opened the door, looking curiously out into the hall. "Tomasu? Ah! You need to come back in. We're going to start."
Toma stared at him for a moment longer and then whipped away. "Got it!" he said, following Yamashita back in. His hand lifted quickly as he went through the door. "Bye," he said to Jun, distracted and dismissive. Silver glinted on his hand as it disappeared behind its owner, the last thing Jun saw.
Jun turned and ran down the hall, bag bouncing against his shoulder and back. He didn't know what he'd done, what the future would be, or even who he was anymore but he had to keep moving forward anyhow.
The midwives
One of the things Shun loved most about Nino was the other man's unabashed love for blurred gender lines. He grinned at the guy (girl? cross dresser? new-half?) that lead him to Nino's table. "I need a glass of wine. Red wine. Something that tastes good and is cheap enough to not offend my friend."
The new-half (cross dresser? guy? girl?) nodded, giving him a pink-cheeked smile. "Of course, sir."
"Jun would have shit his pants listening to you order that," Nino said, chin in his hand and sly smile on his lips, drink in front of him with the ice just starting to melt.
Shun dropped into the chair opposite him. "Jun has his issues and we love him desperately for them." He blew the server a kiss when his wine was deposited in front of him. "You're a doll," he said because whatever else that person might have been, might be, or might be becoming, he-or-she was cute. He turned back to Nino. "You have great taste."
Nino laughed at him silently, with his eyes. "Thanks," he said drolly. He pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and produced his lighter from thin air.
"Me too," Shun requested, lipping his own cigarette and leaning in for Nino's flame. Up close he could see a fading bruise low on Nino's neck, just under his collar. "How's the wife's hickey fetish coming along?" he asked, sitting back and letting out the first breath of smoke.
With a glare, Nino tugged his collar closer to his neck. "Just fine," he snapped. "Quit looking."
Shun grinned. "I like how you didn't correct the 'wife' bit when everybody who knows you know that you-"
Nino blew smoke in his face. "The press tells me that you and Yamada-chan have taken your relationship to the next level. How was Hawaii?"
Toasting Nino with his glass, Shun smiled. "Paparazzi free and full of sex and romantic fulfillment!" he stated. Nino rolled his eyes but Shun could see his smile in them and it made his own smile bigger. "There was this one beach-"
An hour later he was out of stories and laughing at Nino's interjected memories of his own trips to Hawaii. He felt relaxed and happy, his second glass of wine empty in front of him. "You know who needs a Hawaiian vacation? Jun."
Nino pushed at the edge of his glass with his forefinger. "He could. Though I'm not sure a sex-free vacation would do him a lot of good."
Shun sat a little straighter in his chair. "Who says it has to be sex-free? He could-"
"He won't in Hawaii," Nino picked up his drink and sipped. "Not unless he had the Love of His Life with him." Nino said it in such a way that Shun visualized it with fancy strokes and flowery embellishments.
Carefully, very carefully, Shun took a casual drag off his cigarette. "His thing with Toma, it's pretty epic."
Nino did not give him the back-off-the-issue eyes. Instead he finished his cigarette and lit another. "Epic is a good word. 'Stupid' would be another."
Shun prepared to dig in to a good, long discussion.
Two hours and another glass of wine later, Shun was confused and determined. "Maybe they just need a little push, just to get them stared." He set his glass down with an irrefutable click. "I can do this."
Nino snorted into his scotch.
Shun pulled out a fresh cigarette and lit it off the cherry glowing at the end of Nino's, resting in the ashtray. "You're only jealous that I've never hooked you up with a hottie. But I'm serious. I can do this. A push is all they need."
Nino lifted his cigarette and drew in a deep lungful of smoke. Letting it out in a stream he said, "Thank you for stating the completely obvious, Shun." He lifted his cigarette again, but didn't set it to his lips. "Out of sheer, morbid curiosity: what's your plan?"
Frowning, Shun put his chin in his hand. He smoked absently for a minute. "How about if Yu-chan and I-"
"Oh, because nobody has tried that before," Nino interrupted.
"Eh?" Shun blinked at him, reaching for his wine.
Nino flicked ash off the end of his cigarette. "We've all tried that. Sho took Jun and Toma on a double date and he barely knows Toma and he never wants us to see him with a girl because we take the piss whenever we do."
"Okay…but-"
"Aiba and Becky have taken them out a half dozen times. And it's Aiba and Becky. They're the model couple for Jun and Toma-she's pretty and she whacks people a lot and Aiba is like a dumber, happier version of Toma. They did the Aiba-and-Becky show for them and nothing. They are in hardcore denial."
Shun thought about that. "Well, maybe it's because Becky is a girl."
"Jun is a girl," Nino muttered. He and Shun shared a grin and then Nino's faded. "You and Yamada-chan could have sex on the table right in front of them and be shouting 'this is what you should be doing' at them the whole time and the only response you'd get would be them politely leaving to give you some privacy."
He was about to say something when the idea clicked, so simple and beautiful that Shun was absolutely stunned by it. "That's it," he breathed.
Nino gave him a look over the rim of his glass, cigarette still in hand and leaving wisps of smoke around his face like an ethereal halo. "Your management would love that scandal," he said dryly.
But Nino knew him well and was obviously waiting for him to continue. "I mean we could show them that having sex with each other wouldn't…well, wouldn't whatever they're so afraid of that it makes them not have sex with each other."
"Shun." Nino looked at him hard. "Are you suggesting…?"
"Threesome," Shun confirmed.
Nino put his cigarette in his mouth and sucked in a breath, dragging the embers all the way down to the filter. Then he stubbed it out and stood up. "I'm going to go home to forget that I know you," he said. He patted Shun on the shoulder. "Thanks for all the hard work."
"Nino," Shun grabbed his wrist and wrestled him back to his chair. As a peace offering he dug out one of Nino's cigarettes and used his own to light it. He put it into Nino's hand and settled himself more comfortably across Nino's thighs. "Let's listen to Shunkerbell, okay?"
"Get off me, you heavy bastard," Nino sighed.
Shun pet Nino's hair. "Obviously they know that you can have sex with friends and still be buddies. I'm the proof, right?"
Beneath him, Nino shuddered. "Shun," he said sternly, "what have I said about this?"
Shun stole a sip of Nino's scotch since his wine was across the table. "That you never want to think of Jun or Tomasu in that way and most especially not that way with me," he recited cheerfully. Nino pushed him and Shun went back to his own side of the table, keeping one hand tight around Nino's wrist so that Nino wouldn't try to escape again. "But listen, if they won't sleep with each other on their own maybe having a trusted third party will help get them over this bump."
Nino looked away and drained his glass. Shun signaled to the guy (girl? new-half? cross dresser?) behind the bar for another round. Nino flashed him a quirky smile in profile. When his new scotch on the rocks was in front of him he looked at Shun fully again. "Against my better judgment, please continue."
Pleased, Shun saluted Nino with his wine. "I'm not going to trick them into anything. Not really. I'm going to be very upfront. I'm going to say 'Jun, I desperately want to bang you and Tomasu together in a sweaty, sexy, threesome because I totally want to see him bite your delicious hips and then suck your-no, no, I'm sorry Nino! I didn't mean to say that to you!" He pulled Nino back down and tugged him into a brief and messy hug. "Sorry, sorry. I got carried away. I really didn't mean to do that to your brain. Please forgive me."
Nino glared at him acidly. "I swear I will punch you in the nads."
"Understood and accepted," Shun agreed. He waited until Nino settled back in his chair before relaxing into his own. "Do you think beer would help? Not getting them drunk but just…lubed up?"
"Yes." Nino looked thoughtful and then his face wrinkled in a frown. "You can't go to Jun, though."
"Obviously you've never tried to seduce Jun," Shun told him. He put his hands up at Nino's look. "You haven't!"
"I know that. It's…" he let out a puff of breath and took a quick drag on his cigarette. "You need to get Toma on board first. Jun won't do it otherwise."
Shun scrunched his nose at Nino. "Uh, have you met Jun? This whole thing is about getting them to make a move, remember? And one does not jump Matsumoto Jun without warning."
Nino rubbed at his face. "No, I could have guessed that. But. You see Jun as much as I do and you know him as well as anybody, but you're not Johnny's. Believe me when I say that Jun will be too conscious of Toma as his kouhai to do anything."
"No Border-san," he started, trying to see Nino's point.
"That's different," Nino shrugged. "This is more…" He trailed off and took another fast drag off his cigarette. "This is more personal than groups but it kind of has a lot to do with it, too. Even way back in M.A.I.N Jun and Toma had this thing between them. It was really kind of cute watching them together because they were such cute little kids. They were always together. When Arashi debuted, Jun was over the moon. He'd wanted to debut so bad. But it meant leaving Toma behind and the guilt kind of killed him a little. I know that Jun told Toma about the debut before anybody else could and I know that after they didn't talk for three months."
Shun blinked in shock. "Huh?"
"I know, right?" Nino tapped his ash off. "And it's not like we were busy like we are now; we still had personal time between the school and the work. Heck, we still saw Toma a few times a week anyway because Bad Image Generation and Arashi had choreo in the same studios. They just wouldn't look at each other or talk to each other. Sometimes they'd wave a little in passing-if Aiba or I was already waving, that is. Jun wouldn't talk about it but when we started forcing him and Toma into the doing stuff with us, at the same time, things got better. It took…almost a year? Just about a year. So even if it's not really about senpai/kouhai relationships, he's going to fall back on that if you don't manage to short circuit him first. He's not going to risk things with Toma."
"…crap," Shun said after silence had lapsed between them for a few moments. "That's going to make this harder."
"Yeah, it is." Rubbing his hands over his face again, Nino peeked at Shun between his fingers. "Okay, not to sound like Leader-"
"I love Leader. It's cute when you sound like him!"
Nino's hands dropped, his face dark.
Shun politely waited for him to speak.
After another moment of glaring Nino's face softened, "They're waiting for each other; Toma gets a girlfriend, suddenly Jun has one too. Jun breaks up, the next thing we know Toma is on the outs with his girlfriend. They want to be together. It's that simple and that's why it's so difficult. So if you think this stupid plan will work then…please do your best." Nino's eyes were solemn on his and Shun knew that Nino was trusting him with the hearts of two people that he loved dearly.
"I want them to be happy, too," he said quietly. "No matter what."
Squaring his shoulders, Nino reached into his pocket and produced his phone. He scrolled through his contacts with one hand and lifted his glass with the other. He pushed a button, sipped his drink, set it down. "Toma? Shun's going to call you with some batshit scheme to have a threesome. No! No with you and-because I love you but not that way. Are you offended? You sound that way, that's why. Well if it's that disgusting to you, too, then why did you get so offended when I said-at least I said I cared! Screw your love confessions-I'm not listening."
Shun flashed Nino a thumbs up.
Nino winked back at him. "What? I don't know, maybe he's just fucked in the head. No, I'm not warning you off; I think he's got his heart in this and if it doesn't fuck you up to consider it then I think you should. Yes. Yes. No, seriously. What the fuck? How would I know? Ask Kato or someth-this is not a social call! I'm trying to have a drink here and I just thought I would give you a head's up so Shun doesn't spring a little surprise butt-sex on you. You're welcome. Yeah, yeah, I already got my tickets for it. Later." Nino hung up.
"I love the conversations you have with people," Shun told him feelingly. "You could do adverts for phones with your conversations."
"I already do adverts for phones," Nino reminded him, standing up and downing his drink in three long, breathless swallows. "I've got to go. Shun…" but he didn't finish, just ruffled a hand through Shun's hair almost distantly.
"Nino is a romantic," Shun laughed up at him, ready for the sharp tug on his hair that Nino delivered. He put a hand on Nino's hip, slid it around to the small of his back. "I'll call you when it's done, okay?"
"Please do not call me post-orgasm," Nino muttered.
Shun patted him and let him go. "How about if you call me for updates? Because we both know that I will call you as soon as I can once it's done," he forestalled him.
"All right. I'll call tomorrow just to see how the plan is coming along. Just…" Nino made a semi-embarrassed fight gesture.
"Fight-o!" Shun agreed, pumping his fist in the air just to make Nino turn red and flee. He smiled at the new-half (or boy. or girl. or cross dresser) that came to clear his table and changed his ringtone for Nino to something more appropriate. "This is going to work great," he told the server, dropping a tip on the table and following Nino out the door.
He was already dialing Toma as he got into his cab.
Just Between Us
Jun stood on one side of his door, Toma stood just across his threshold. They stared at each other as though they hadn't had sex. Or had but had needed a third party to help them have it with each other. For a moment Jun felt sixteen and awkward again, stuck between his first kiss with Toma and the latest.
And then Toma's face scrunched in an embarrassed grin. "We're still awkward," he said.
With a puff of laughter, Jun stepped back from his door and motioned Toma in with a jerk of his head. "No, we're good. Just had a weird moment."
Toma stepped inside and out of his shoes. "Let's not tell Shun or Nino about that, either."
"After today I might never speak to either of them again," Jun tossed casually over his shoulder as he made his way to the kitchen. "They're too smug for their own good."
"I thought it was just me," Toma said, following him. "Since I'm the youngest. You didn't have to go to the trouble, Jun."
Jun stirred the sauce. "It's just cream spaghetti," he said off-handedly. "Filming ran late so-" he blew out a breath. He had decided that he wasn't going to do this and here he was, doing it. Pretending like it was nothing. He braced his hands on the stove and looked over his shoulder at Toma. "I meant to make something else. Something more impressive. Because that's what I wanted to do. Because it's for you."
Toma flushed. "I asked Ohno to delay filming so that I could take you out someplace fancy." He closed his eyes, squinted them as though looking directly at Jun would be too much. "But then practice ran late anyhow so I got here late."
Releasing his grip, Jun snapped off the burner and turned to look at Toma. Then he put his hands on his hips, stepping close. "We can't tell them this, either," he said and let his lips ghost over Toma's own. He could feel Toma's smile under his mouth.
"We can't tell them a lot of stuff."
He said it, but Jun felt Toma's hands come up and settle against his shoulders. Their kiss deepened slowly, with the softness of ten years' worth of wistful longing. "Toma," he sighed as the kiss broke. "Let's eat dinner," he suggested. "And then not have sex and not tell those two idiots about it." He let go of Toma and turned the burner back on.
Toma laughed. "I'm really glad we're taking this slow," he said. A second later Jun felt Toma's hand on the back of his neck, a there-and-gone touch. "This is the kind of thing that I don't want to miss out on."
"Me neither," Jun said, meaning it with all of his heart.
*******
I really wish I could have done better.