Hello? Is this fanfiction?
Title: Crazed
Rating: R? I don't remember XD
Pairing: JunMa
Genre: drama? angst?
Summary: Jun's a little crazy and Toma is a coward? victim?
Note: Wrote 98% of this like months ago and finished off now and posted it. Thanks to camaronzin for looking it through <3
“Yamashita…I don’t know…I…” The voice trailed off helpless, paused by nervous breathing and glances across the four walls of the apartment; walls have ears.
No.
Block that thought
“What is it, Toma? You know you can tell me always.” Concern and a want to understand, to help.
“Yamashita…I want out of this.” A little chuckle sounded from the other line.
“What?” The concern intensified.
“This relationship…” The drop in the intensity from the other line was immediately noticeable.
“Toma! Why are you telling me? Tell your psycho possessive boyfriend.”
“Yamashita…”
He doesn’t understand.
Yamashita speaks the truth but just like everyone else, he doesn’t understand it.
“I…” His hands shake as he calms his breathe, “…Okay, I…I’ll try.”
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Jun looks at the object of his affection fondly, chugging down a can of beer and sighing contentedly. He reaches out to pick out a silky brown lock of hair between his index finger and thumb.
Toma laughs eliciting a smile from him too.
That laugh is infectious.
His love swells in his heart and with every twist of his finger coiling the lock of hair tighter and tighter, he falls deeper, falls, falls and falls until…
There are soft lips against his, they melt, it’s elusive like cotton candy and he wants to taste the sweet flavor. He leans closer, so close that Toma falls back and his head hits the armrest of the couch.
Jun takes the chance to straddle Toma and tenderly rub the bump he suffered.
“Jun…”
He kisses him again, every slight movement of Toma’s lips as he tries to talk only draws Jun’s attention to them and every time the other tries to utter something he kisses him silent.
It’s time for him to speak and Toma to listen.
“I love you…”
There is a dumbstruck look on Toma’s face and that clueless expression is so cute. Jun had aimed for exactly that, to surprise him, to surprise him enough that when he leans down to kiss him he remains pliant under his touch.
But when he leans Toma’s hands are on his chest followed by a rough shove.
The wind rushes across his ears and all he can think is, ‘why?’
He looks in surprise at Toma, his chest heaving and just sitting there in utter shock.
Jun straightens himself and realizes, of course, it’s too fast. Toma has always been a romantic.
“I’m sorry.” Toma’s eyes soften visibly and Jun smiles, it was too fast after all. Jun reaches for Toma’s hair again, to straighten the rumpled locks, “We can take things slow.”
He soothes and pulls him into a hug. Toma stiffens in his arm and Jun holds tighter.
Toma just likes taking things slow, after all.
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He’s trapped.
Toma tries to avoid Jun’s apartment but Jun only ends up coming to his.
He has takeout, a six-pack and a pleasant smile.
Toma would have been fooled if not for the greeting kiss that lingers too long at the corner of his mouth.
“Jun?”
He’s replied with a peck to his lips.
“Jun…” He calls but Jun saunters into the kitchen and is taking plates out. When had things gotten this way? Jun never even asked him to go on a date. How did Jun come to the conclusion that they’re dating?
It’s true that he’s been spending so much more time with him, being called out to dinner at random hours of the night and movies and stage plays, drinking but none of those…are…dates.
Toma sighs and worries his bottom lip. He doesn’t know what to tell him.
Jun scoops up some soup, blows on it and gulps it down. He looks so innocent and without intent with that face expectant of Toma to join him.
Maybe…maybe it was all in his head.
All that kissing and dominating. It must have been all in his head.
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Jun isn’t a sex maniac.
He’s ready to take it as slow as his boyfriend wants to, he’s happy with the soft touches and cuddles and just curling his pretty hair between his fingers.
But he has one problem. He doesn’t like that there are others that stake their claim on him, touching him in ways that even he’s unsure of touching him.
Toma likes spending time with his friends and that’s not a problem. The problem is when he’s dragged off to a bar and there’s a skimpy girl taking advantage of his lesser inhibitions.
Jun trusts Toma with his life.
He just can’t trust other people.
But it’s a good thing that Yamashita had called him and he was going to politely decline when he happened to mention that Toma was with him. Toma must have felt too shy to call him, himself. He’s always been cute like that.
He grips Toma’s arm and pulls him away from the slinky arms wrapped around his waist.
Toma looks at him confused and latches onto him, “Mo~~Jun-tan. Let’s drink more!”
He shakes his head; it was so stupid of him to get worried, Toma’s just drunk and being his usual touchy-feely drunk self.
“Let’s drink more at my place?” He eases the man into following his lead.
Toma’s grin stretches across his face and he nods before stumbling after Jun who pulls him to his car and drives him straight to his apartment.
He gives Toma more beer as promised and he chugs it down happily while Jun sips on his own, slowly, calculating.
Jun loves watching Toma, he’s like a kid, cheeks flushed and hair awry, muscle coordination a bit off and voice too loud, too much enthusiasm. He needs to release all that energy drinking has built up in him and Jun is all too happy to comply.
When Jun kisses him he gets the ideal situation he had imagined when he would confess. It doesn’t matter that its come a little later. Toma likes taking things slow, after all.
But right now there’s a Toma who’s moaning against his lips, pulling him closer when his hands played around the seam of his jeans. Right now there’s a Toma that falls readily in bed with him.
It doesn’t matter if he’s drunk or sober. They’ll have all their lives to have sex in all sorts of situation after all.
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Toma wakes up with a splitting headache, possessive arms tightly wrapped around his waist and a realization that he’s unable to move.
Toma tries to shift slowly out of the embrace, ignoring the bile the rises to his throat when he realizes what condition he’s in and with whom.
Jun moans sleepily and only brings him back into the embrace until it becomes a struggle and finally Toma admonishes Jun and tries to push him off roughly. Jun’s hands loosen its grip in surprise and Toma falls of the bed with a yelp, landing square on his sore ass and head screaming at the sharp movement.
“What are you doing?” Jun raises one thick eyebrow at him quesrtioningly. No sign of sleep on him at all evident.
“Getting out of bed?” Toma doesn’t know why he asks it as a question.
“Why?” Jun asks and Toma cringes under his expectant gaze. He has so many excuses lined up. Photoshoot. Butai. Fim. But its all choked back by a lump in his throat.
Jun rolls his eyes when Toma keeps up the silent.
“Come back.”
Toma swallows and does what he’s told.
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Toma forgets, he forgets what he wants.
A lingering, flickering hesitation lasts for about a second everytime he kisses Jun. He feels strange after they’ve made love, like waking up in a strange room and wondering where you are.
But then Jun tightens his grip around his middle, draws his slowly inching away body closer and kisses his cheek sweetly, softly and Toma remembers, he remembers what Jun wants, he thinks that maybe he himself doesn’t want anything.
He thinks that maybe he doesn’t mind not wanting anything and goes back to sleep slightly dazed in Jun’s arms.
A/N: Annoyingly small and makes little sense. I just wanted to get rid of it :D :D
Seriously blocked. I write like 200 words per week that too on a fic that is supposed to be long and well not finished soon. JunMa (esp sexy ones) inspire me <3 <3 (FYI)
A/N: I know I'm alive :D
Rating: R? I don't remember XD
Pairing: JunMa
Genre: drama? angst?
Summary: Jun's a little crazy and Toma is a coward? victim?
Note: Wrote 98% of this like months ago and finished off now and posted it. Thanks to camaronzin for looking it through <3
“Yamashita…I don’t know…I…” The voice trailed off helpless, paused by nervous breathing and glances across the four walls of the apartment; walls have ears.
No.
Block that thought
“What is it, Toma? You know you can tell me always.” Concern and a want to understand, to help.
“Yamashita…I want out of this.” A little chuckle sounded from the other line.
“What?” The concern intensified.
“This relationship…” The drop in the intensity from the other line was immediately noticeable.
“Toma! Why are you telling me? Tell your psycho possessive boyfriend.”
“Yamashita…”
He doesn’t understand.
Yamashita speaks the truth but just like everyone else, he doesn’t understand it.
“I…” His hands shake as he calms his breathe, “…Okay, I…I’ll try.”
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Jun looks at the object of his affection fondly, chugging down a can of beer and sighing contentedly. He reaches out to pick out a silky brown lock of hair between his index finger and thumb.
Toma laughs eliciting a smile from him too.
That laugh is infectious.
His love swells in his heart and with every twist of his finger coiling the lock of hair tighter and tighter, he falls deeper, falls, falls and falls until…
There are soft lips against his, they melt, it’s elusive like cotton candy and he wants to taste the sweet flavor. He leans closer, so close that Toma falls back and his head hits the armrest of the couch.
Jun takes the chance to straddle Toma and tenderly rub the bump he suffered.
“Jun…”
He kisses him again, every slight movement of Toma’s lips as he tries to talk only draws Jun’s attention to them and every time the other tries to utter something he kisses him silent.
It’s time for him to speak and Toma to listen.
“I love you…”
There is a dumbstruck look on Toma’s face and that clueless expression is so cute. Jun had aimed for exactly that, to surprise him, to surprise him enough that when he leans down to kiss him he remains pliant under his touch.
But when he leans Toma’s hands are on his chest followed by a rough shove.
The wind rushes across his ears and all he can think is, ‘why?’
He looks in surprise at Toma, his chest heaving and just sitting there in utter shock.
Jun straightens himself and realizes, of course, it’s too fast. Toma has always been a romantic.
“I’m sorry.” Toma’s eyes soften visibly and Jun smiles, it was too fast after all. Jun reaches for Toma’s hair again, to straighten the rumpled locks, “We can take things slow.”
He soothes and pulls him into a hug. Toma stiffens in his arm and Jun holds tighter.
Toma just likes taking things slow, after all.
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He’s trapped.
Toma tries to avoid Jun’s apartment but Jun only ends up coming to his.
He has takeout, a six-pack and a pleasant smile.
Toma would have been fooled if not for the greeting kiss that lingers too long at the corner of his mouth.
“Jun?”
He’s replied with a peck to his lips.
“Jun…” He calls but Jun saunters into the kitchen and is taking plates out. When had things gotten this way? Jun never even asked him to go on a date. How did Jun come to the conclusion that they’re dating?
It’s true that he’s been spending so much more time with him, being called out to dinner at random hours of the night and movies and stage plays, drinking but none of those…are…dates.
Toma sighs and worries his bottom lip. He doesn’t know what to tell him.
Jun scoops up some soup, blows on it and gulps it down. He looks so innocent and without intent with that face expectant of Toma to join him.
Maybe…maybe it was all in his head.
All that kissing and dominating. It must have been all in his head.
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Jun isn’t a sex maniac.
He’s ready to take it as slow as his boyfriend wants to, he’s happy with the soft touches and cuddles and just curling his pretty hair between his fingers.
But he has one problem. He doesn’t like that there are others that stake their claim on him, touching him in ways that even he’s unsure of touching him.
Toma likes spending time with his friends and that’s not a problem. The problem is when he’s dragged off to a bar and there’s a skimpy girl taking advantage of his lesser inhibitions.
Jun trusts Toma with his life.
He just can’t trust other people.
But it’s a good thing that Yamashita had called him and he was going to politely decline when he happened to mention that Toma was with him. Toma must have felt too shy to call him, himself. He’s always been cute like that.
He grips Toma’s arm and pulls him away from the slinky arms wrapped around his waist.
Toma looks at him confused and latches onto him, “Mo~~Jun-tan. Let’s drink more!”
He shakes his head; it was so stupid of him to get worried, Toma’s just drunk and being his usual touchy-feely drunk self.
“Let’s drink more at my place?” He eases the man into following his lead.
Toma’s grin stretches across his face and he nods before stumbling after Jun who pulls him to his car and drives him straight to his apartment.
He gives Toma more beer as promised and he chugs it down happily while Jun sips on his own, slowly, calculating.
Jun loves watching Toma, he’s like a kid, cheeks flushed and hair awry, muscle coordination a bit off and voice too loud, too much enthusiasm. He needs to release all that energy drinking has built up in him and Jun is all too happy to comply.
When Jun kisses him he gets the ideal situation he had imagined when he would confess. It doesn’t matter that its come a little later. Toma likes taking things slow, after all.
But right now there’s a Toma who’s moaning against his lips, pulling him closer when his hands played around the seam of his jeans. Right now there’s a Toma that falls readily in bed with him.
It doesn’t matter if he’s drunk or sober. They’ll have all their lives to have sex in all sorts of situation after all.
-----------------------------------------------
Toma wakes up with a splitting headache, possessive arms tightly wrapped around his waist and a realization that he’s unable to move.
Toma tries to shift slowly out of the embrace, ignoring the bile the rises to his throat when he realizes what condition he’s in and with whom.
Jun moans sleepily and only brings him back into the embrace until it becomes a struggle and finally Toma admonishes Jun and tries to push him off roughly. Jun’s hands loosen its grip in surprise and Toma falls of the bed with a yelp, landing square on his sore ass and head screaming at the sharp movement.
“What are you doing?” Jun raises one thick eyebrow at him quesrtioningly. No sign of sleep on him at all evident.
“Getting out of bed?” Toma doesn’t know why he asks it as a question.
“Why?” Jun asks and Toma cringes under his expectant gaze. He has so many excuses lined up. Photoshoot. Butai. Fim. But its all choked back by a lump in his throat.
Jun rolls his eyes when Toma keeps up the silent.
“Come back.”
Toma swallows and does what he’s told.
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Toma forgets, he forgets what he wants.
A lingering, flickering hesitation lasts for about a second everytime he kisses Jun. He feels strange after they’ve made love, like waking up in a strange room and wondering where you are.
But then Jun tightens his grip around his middle, draws his slowly inching away body closer and kisses his cheek sweetly, softly and Toma remembers, he remembers what Jun wants, he thinks that maybe he himself doesn’t want anything.
He thinks that maybe he doesn’t mind not wanting anything and goes back to sleep slightly dazed in Jun’s arms.
A/N: Annoyingly small and makes little sense. I just wanted to get rid of it :D :D
Seriously blocked. I write like 200 words per week that too on a fic that is supposed to be long and well not finished soon. JunMa (esp sexy ones) inspire me <3 <3 (FYI)
A/N: I know I'm alive :D