Wk04: Can't think of an interesting title, uh
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Ratings: G to Rish
Pairings: Blink and you miss it Aiba/Jun & Ohno/Jun/Nino
1 & 2: Clothesline + Phone Line
It was a rare day in the life of Matsumoto Jun. He had time to do his laundry and hang it out to dry. Normally he would just throw it into the dryer and be off to work, but with an extra hour to burn and a clear sky calling, air drying his laundry was too tempting to resist. He really should have expected the rain. In fact, had he watched the morning news he would have at least have been able to scoff at the weather forecast of a storm nearing Tokyo on a bright and beautiful day.
The sun was warm and pleasant on his back as he hung up the last of his laundry on the clothesline. He stepped back into the limited space of the balcony and surveyed his work. A gentle breeze (the same one that was, incidentally, strongly blowing in storm clouds high above) helped diffuse the crisp, fresh scent of his detergent and he breathed it in. Exhaling slowly, he felt calm and ready to take on the world. He left his apartment in high spirits.
Jun returned to his apartment in a terribly dark mood that matched the stormy weather. His drama recording had not gone well, with more than two technical difficulties happening in the span of the first half hour after he arrived. This was accompanied by having to do one take twelve times, not being able to finish the scheduled filming, and rain soaking him while he waited for his taxi to arrive. The entirety of the ride home was spent silently cursing Nino for his driving incident that had gotten them all banned from driving for a year.
Once he had changed out of his wet clothes and put them into the laundry basket he remembered the laundry he had so happily hung out to dry in the morning. Cursing aloud this time Jun rushed to get the clothing inside while getting drenched for the second time. He’d have to wash the laundry and change into dry clothes again.
Jun was absolutely livid when his cell phone rang. “What!” he barked, answering even though he was in a bad mood, but not particularly caring who was on the line. Seemingly unperturbed by the disgruntled greeting Aiba cheerfully replied, “Ah, MatsuJun, I just finished filming and was wondering if you wanted to eat together. Are you free?”
Jun really didn’t feel up to hanging out so he declined, but Aiba said, “Ah. I didn’t think you’d say no… I’m already here.” Jun sighed. “Hold on,” he said, hanging up and going to the door. Sure enough, there stood a slightly damp Aiba clutching a bag that looked suspiciously like Jun’s favorite takeout place in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Aiba took one look at Jun and said, “Uwah. You look awful.” Jun very much wanted to slam the door, and he used an extreme amount of will power resisting the urge.
“What would you have done if I wasn’t here?” Jun asked with a slightly subdued tone to his voice.
“I would have gone home,” Aiba answered simply. Jun could only shake his head at Aiba’s spontaneous frivolity.
Stepping aside, Jun very diplomatically invited Aiba inside. Jun hadn’t eaten in seven hours, and didn’t feel like cooking, so he supposed letting Aiba into his living quarters wasn’t such a bad idea.
After changing again and eating, Jun, now warm, dry, fed and watered, lay on the sofa, slowly falling asleep and ignoring Aiba’s inane babble. Aiba who had been trying to keep a conversation going with Jun gave up and rolled out onto the carpet. His hand collided with the basket of rained upon laundry and he could smell the strong scent of detergent that was emanating from it.
“Ne, Matssun,” Aiba began. Jun didn’t answer. “Hey! MatsuJun!” Aiba said quite a bit more loudly. Jun turned over. “I heard you the first time. What is it?” he replied sleepily. “What are you planning on doing with this wet laundry? It’s bad to leave it wet like this, isn’t it? Shouldn’t you dry it?” Jun, who had momentarily forgotten his woes, had memories of the day come crashing back to him. “Aaah. I don’t want to care about it right now,” he said, annoyance creeping its way back to him.
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“Wait. What? No, I’ll put the laundry away now. What? Wait.” Jun was really too tired to put up much of a fight; Aiba got him to the entrance, put his shoes on for him, and stuffed Jun’s keys and wallet into his own pockets. Leaving Jun at the doorway Aiba went back to grab the laundry basket. Coming back Aiba then slipped on his own shoes and dragged Jun out the door with the laundry. Locking up, Aiba said to Jun, “They gave me one, you know.” Jun gave him a nonplussed, “Huh?”
Once on the train, Aiba elaborated a little more. “Hitachi did,” he said matter-of-factly, “because of the CM I got a cool washer and dryer.” Jun looked at him mildly scandalized. “You dragged me out of my house to dry my clothes in at your place even when I could have done so at my own?” Aiba smiled, “You didn’t say ‘no’ when I was putting on your shoes, so I figured it was okay.” Jun sighed wearily.
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The last train has definitely already finished running by the time they get the laundry into Aiba’s special new machine, but it doesn’t matter because they’re both asleep before the laundry finishes anyway. Jun wakes up to another bright and sunny morning. His clothes are clean, soft and dry. He stubbornly says that nothing dries clothes like air and sunshine, but later he admits to himself that Aiba’s machine did a damn good job with his laundry.
3 & 4: Fishing Line + the Line That Results from Fishing
“It will probably go away by tomorrow,” Nino said.
“Yeah, it’s not too bad… it might already be fading,” Aiba added.
Jun looked at them incredulously, one eyebrow raised, mouth agape. “’Not too bad,’ ‘probably go away by tomorrow’?” he asked in a voice to match his expression. “Who cares about the mark? I almost died!”
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Everyone loved Leader. Jun was no exception. It was unfortunate that love of certain hobbies didn’t carry over as well.
When Leader asked them to spend their incredibly rare mutual day off with him who was going to say no? Leader never asked for things.
They should have known better than to think they’d be going out to catch a movie, go shopping, dining, or to hot spring even. But even if some members did know better, they didn’t say anything. It was Ohno for crying out loud. What else would he want to do but go fishing?
Two minutes off shore and Nino was already seasick. Jun could tell it was going to be a long day. He knew this to be even truer after he spent forty five minutes untangling his fishing line so that he could at least attempt to look like he wanted to catch something.
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Jun was uncomfortably hot in the direct sunlight and he could feel a headache slowly growing. Though slathered in sun block, Jun opted to wear long sleeves and a wide brimmed hat in order to avoid tanning too much, or rather, at all. The borrowed fishing rod had black tape poorly wrapped around the handle and the heat had the tape’s glue melting on to Jun’s hands making them sticky. Nino’s booted feet were heavy and digging into Jun’s feet. All in all, it was shaping up to be a terrible day.
The worst (though Ohno called it the best) was yet to come.
Jun, by some stroke of miraculous luck, got the first bite. Everyone babbled excitedly around him. But Jun, inexperienced and underprepared, foolishly stood up on shaky legs to get what he hoped was better leverage. He let the line go for a while and when it stopped he reeled in what he could. This went on for a while until he was sure the fish was quite close.
Then it happened. The fish, in a last ditch attempt to escape, gave one last mighty pull straight down, taking Jun with it. Jun, whose feet were still underneath Nino’s feet, lost his balance and hit the rim of the boat with his chest, literally knocking the wind from his lungs. The boat rocked unsteadily and Nino let forth a piteous cry while the others tried desperately to steady the boat.
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Jun doesn’t remember anything after that, but everyone tells him how he amazingly held on to the rod even though he was unconscious.
“Leader had trouble prying it from your hands! You were holding it like your life depended on it!” Aiba exclaims. “The fish was a monster, too!” Jun is unsure whether Aiba means that what he did is even more impressive because the fish was really freakishly large or if the “too” compares the fish to himself, making him a monster along with the fish. He decides he doesn’t care.
“It’s amazing you didn’t die,” Nino tells him, “But I suppose someone like you wouldn’t be so easy to kill… even wearing crazy clothing in one hundred degree weather.” Jun informs him that the clothes were not crazy. They were both sensible and fashionable.
For a while into the future Sho will ask him if he’s okay every time they meet in mildly warm weather and will hover unnecessarily around Jun in order to feel his forehead. Jun knows it will stop eventually, but until then he would like to tape Sho’s mouth shut and possibly tie him to a chair and leave him in a closet somewhere.
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5: Imaginary Line
“No, it’s there. You just can’t see it,” Ninomiya tells him.
“No, there’s nothing there. I can’t see it because there’s nothing there,” Jun says.
“Maybe you can’t see it because you’re stupid.”
“I’m not stupid, you’re stupid. There’s no line and there’s no point to this conversation.”
“Maybe you can’t see the point because you’re stupid.”
Jun gives up and sighs a very exasperated sigh. He moves his belongings to the floor on his side of the sofa. Nino stretches out his legs triumphantly and smirks at Jun before resuming his game.
The line that connects Nino’s eyebrows while he naps in the break room is definitely not imaginary and very definitely permanent ink.
One Time He Crossed One
Jun supposes that the thrill he feels run up his spine is the result of doing something he’s not allowed to be doing.
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Jun is sitting next to Ohno, their backs against the sofa. The coffee table in front of them is laden with beer.
His face is hot and, most likely, a bit red too. They’d had too much to drink, of course. They always have too much because it’s so much fun to just drink and laugh and chat and drink that they really never notice how much they’ve had or if it was one or six too many.
His face is hot, but Ohno’s hands are cold. Jun holds one up and nuzzles his face against Ohno’s cool palm. Jun lets go of Ohno’s wrist, but Ohno’s hand doesn’t move from where it is pressed to Jun’s cheeks. Ohno slides his hand from Jun’s cheek through Jun’s hair eventually resting on the nape of his neck. Gently, Ohno brings Jun’s face closer to his own and Jun can feel his pulse start to quicken.
Their lips meet in a chaste kiss that quickly develops into something much less chaste with much more tongue. Jun tries to taste everything about the inside of Ohno’s mouth, but can’t distinguish anything too specific except for the beer they had both been drinking.
Ohno breaks away and Jun lets out a soft sound of disappointment. Jun leans forward, trying to initiate more contact, but Ohno is moving. He moves to straddle Jun’s lap and seats himself comfortably there. Any previous disappointment of Jun’s immediately vanishes.
Ohno makes short work of the buttons on Jun’s shirt, and Jun absently thinks that, for someone who is drunk, Leader has an amazing amount of motor control. They begin to kiss again; Ohno has one hand in Jun’s hair and the other is slightly underneath his open shirt resting on his shoulder. Jun makes his way inside Ohno’s shirt, running his hands along the hard planes of Ohno’s stomach and tracing the curves of his ribs.
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Jun freezes. He vaguely remembers that they are in Nino’s apartment and not one of their own. He can hear Nino and Ohno talking, but none of it is computing. His mind slips into panic mode. What had he just been doing? Nino won’t kill him, right? Arashi needs five people. Arashi is important to Nino, yes? Ohno wasn’t Nino’s property. Ah, but they were in Nino’s apartment. Bad, bad, bad.
“Ah, Leader… I thought I told you to wait for me,” Nino whines.
“He touched me first,” Ohno says, wrapping his arms around Jun’s middle under his shirt and resting his head on Jun’s chest.
“In a let’s make out kind of way? Our Junji?” Nino inquires skeptically.
“Maa, something like that,” Ohno replies placidly.
Nino moves to sit next to them. “What did you do to him? His eyes are glazed over.”
“I just kissed him,” Ohno says and Nino hits him. “It looks like you did more than that! Oi! MatsuJun! Breathe!” Nino starts to pat Jun’s face.
Jun’s eyes find Nino’s and focus on them. “I’m sorry I touched your stuff. I didn’t mean to cross you. You’re not going to kill me? Arashi is important!” Jun manages to get out, except that it actually sounds like, “Shorry crossing you! Not kill me? Arashiiiii!”
Nino just laughs. “Ah, so innocent, ne, Oh-chan?” Jun is confused, but becomes even more so when Nino starts to kiss him. His mind goes blissfully blank until he feels Ohno’s hand slip into the waist of his pants. Jun starts, breaking away from Nino abruptly he begins to protest the invasion, but Nino firmly grabs a hold of his face and swallows any words Jun might have begun to say.
Ohno’s hand is calloused, but the friction feels delicious. Jun decides there is not enough space to do anything properly and unbuttons his own pants. With more room to move, Ohno’s hand works magic on Jun’s cock while Nino pinches at his chest teasingly. Jun moans into Nino’s mouth.
He thinks he might be going crazy. No, he is definitely going crazy.
Jun is close to the edge and when Nino moves his mouth to Jun’s throat Jun hisses, “Faster.” Ohno complies and Jun comes in his hand. Hot, sweaty, shuddering.
Jun leans his head back against the sofa cushions, eyes closed, supremely relaxed.
“Ah ah ah, MatsuJun,” Nino chides softly, “you’re not falling asleep just yet.”
Nino and Ohno stand, pulling Jun up with them. They cross the threshold into Nino’s bedroom and Jun doesn’t fall asleep just yet.
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Jun wakes up with his head throbbing slightly, but he can’t find it in him to care. He lifts his head and sees that he is in an Ohmiya sandwich. Contented smile on his face, he puts his head back to the pillow and goes back to sleep.
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(o_o) I like #5. All that writing and I like the shortest one. Well, it's the probably the best because it's short. Comments/concrit/hate mail, I'll take it all. kthxbai.
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Thank you much!
I very much think I need more Ohno/Jun/Nino in my life (I love your icon). But I didn't do it so well... I- I've never written anything very raunchy before. hahaha.
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pretty sure i need more ohno/jun/nino in my life too, hnnng.
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