Arashi oneshot AGAIN, yes. What? shuddup and enjoy it.
Title: Touch it
Author: la femme de votre vie; me.
Pairing: Matsurai aka Sakumoto, a little surprise at the end.
Rating: NC-17 or hard R (lol, Idk.)
Genre: Crack, Smut
Disclaimer: Who cares if I own them or not? (But I don't, in case you're curious.) They surely wouldn't like me writing this.
Summary: Jun gets a surprise.
Notes: Based on this. Un-betad for now. Yes, the title comes from the Busta Rhymes song. LOL
Touch it
Sho never raised his voice to people he didn't know well. So when Jun pushed Sho a little too far, unfairly, Sho had to snap at someone. (And the guest just so happened to be as happy-go-lucky as Aiba, so Sho was in luck.) She laughed it off, knowing he didn't really mean it.
Sho hoped no one he knew would watch that episode, he was always embarrassed for no reason. Nino was the one who forced Jun to reveal his nipples, not Sho. Nino was the evil creature that seeped into people's minds and filtered through the good and bad. Nino was the one who should have been used for this week's punishment. But no, Sho could never get a break.
He squinted, the fangirls in the audience gasping and giggling with every additional inch of skin they could see. This was almost a fate worse than death, he thought dryly. Sho let everything be though, Nino not getting the treatment he deserved, as usual. But someone was going to pay, he just hadn't decided whom yet.
~~~~~
Sho walked into the dressing room, unpacking and dropping himself onto the sofa, nothing out of the ordinary. Jun walked in, bag over his shoulder and oversized sunglasses still intact. They almost always arrived at the same time, which was a strange feeling when you lived in different areas and hardly called each other.
Jun smiled quickly, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his hair, unpacking slowly.
"So, Sho. How are you feeling?" His hands rummaged through the rectangular pouch.
"Fine, you?" Sho stretched his arms outward, his wrists rotating slowly.
"I meant, you didn't catch a cold because of yesterday, did you?" Jun's grin could have been heard from miles away.
"Excuse me?" Sho leaned forward slightly, his hands on his lap.
"You heard me." Jun tucked his sunglasses in his bag. They'd been falling bit by bit off of his head, irritating him as he spoke.
Sho, now standing, closed his eyes and turned his neck in slow circles. He approached Jun nonchalantly, hands hidden away in his jean pockets. Jun wasn't looking up, but if he had been, the look in Sho's eyes would have startled him. Sho was determined and convinced that Jun was the one who needed to be taught a lesson. (Although if Nino weren't always late, maybe he would have received it instead.)
Sho grabbed one of Jun's wrists, his eyes still fixed on the younger man, the other hand still in his pocket. Jun finally looked up, and though he wouldn't admit it, felt a bit scared inside. A whimper slipped past his lips involuntarily. Sho, who learned to glare from Jun, grabbed his other wrist tightly.
"Sho, what are you doing?" Jun pretended to be angry, when all he could feel was anticipation.
"Don't question me anymore." Sho walked Jun backwards, pushing him against the nearest wall stiffly.
Sho always flinched around Jun, always afraid of a backhand swiftly hitting him one day, but today was his chance to prove he had courage and drive. He pressed against the taller man with his weight, his hands still firmly wrapped around the thin wrists. Jun tried slipping out of the grip, but soon abandoned his thoughts completely when Sho took out a pair of scissors.
"Let's see how you will like this." Sho said coldly.
Jun wished he hadn't chosen today to put on his Dolce and Gabana shirt, but Sho's delicate slits across the expensive fabric had already commenced. Sho lowered his eyes, brimming with confidence suddenly, his free hand cupped Jun lightly. Jun's eyes widened, long lashes batting furiously, holding back a moan.
"What's the matter Jun? Cat got your tongue?" Sho squeezed softly, the fabric wrinkling under his touch.
"Nothing's got my tongue and I don't find this very amusing." But even Sho knew it was a lie.
For one, Jun's erection was a dead giveaway. Jun swallowed difficultly, Sho's rugged hand still kneading him insane, the other looking for another layer of fabric to cut through. Jun pushed at Sho's chest, not even budging him an inch, his lower body trembling from the pressure on his member.
"Sho, this isn't fun." Jun complained.
But Sho knew it wasn't fun for Jun because he wasn't in control of it all, that being his original plan. Sho backed away, slipping his fingers in the holes of Jun's shirt and dragging him forcefully across the room. He pushed Jun down onto the sofa, positioning himself on his lap. Sho covered Jun's eyes with one hand, feeling the long lashes tickle his palm repeatedly.
"No peaking." Sho ordered.
Jun held onto Sho's waist, his fingers curling into the soft and firm skin of the older man. Sho wriggled slightly, trying to concentrate on his manipulative scheme. He snipped away at the middle of Jun's shirt, leaving it with an opening down the middle, resembling more of a vest now. Sho smiled, pleased with Jun's cooperation. (He was probably afraid to move, which would cause Sho to miss and cut something else, Sho thought.)
"Jun, has anyone ever cut your clothing before?" Sho said coyly, a smirk spread across his lips.
"No, and I don't plan to let anyone else do so. You owe me a new Dolce and Gabana shirt, by the way." Jun whined unconvincingly.
"Whatever you say." Sho said, poking fun at the younger man.
Scissors were more fun than he could imagine. With every new hole and slit created, Jun would flinch from the coldness of the metal against his warm-blooded self. Sho smiled, admiring his handy work, impressed with how easy it was to enjoy manipulating people. Jun's chest sunk, the metal closer than it had been before, cutting it's way through his boxer shorts. (Which, also, just so happened to be Dolce and Gabana.)
"Sho! How the hell am I supposed to leave this room now?" Jun snapped.
Sho cut off the button keeping Jun's shorts closed, "You're not. Besides, I have some extra clothes."
If only Jun could see Sho's crooked smile, he might be more worried that he was presently.
Sho neared the scissors to Jun's ear, forcing them open and shut noisily. Jun jumped in his seat, pretending to cough, shrugging it off and crossing his arms. Sho just laughed calmly, cutting the last of the fabric covering the taller man's body. Sho exclaimed and suddenly the weight on Jun's lap was lifted, a draft taking its place.
"Get up." Sho ordered, his hand still blocking Jun's sight.
"No. I don't like this petty game of yours." Jun whined.
"Get up or I'll leave you here with nothing." Sho said demandingly.
And Jun opened his mouth, but soon resigned, not ready to face drama involving paparazzi and nudity. Sho watched him carefully, seeing this, and waited for a reply. Jun grumbled a bit to himself, his lashes still moving rapidly.
"Fine." Jun mumbled.
"What? I didn't hear you." Sho teased.
"FINE. Goddammit." Jun snapped.
Sho loved every second of this man's irritation. It was cute, in a DoS kind of way.
Lazily raising himself off the sofa, he let Sho pull him wherever he wanted. Sho watched the slivers of cotton and silk, of what used to be Jun's clothing, fall to the ground, a gleeful expression on his face. Jun shivered, but ignored his body's warning, not realizing how naked he was. A few steps more and Sho came to a complete halt, pushing Jun on top of Arashi's round, wooden table.
The sudden climate change caused Jun to hiss in reaction, cursing under his breath. Sho removed his palm gently, placing his arms on each side of the lanky, elegant man instead. Jun glared up at Sho, a murderous look in his eyes. Unexpectedly, Sho looked back down at the younger man with the same distant gaze.
"Jun. You thought it was funny having me seated, with certain body parts showing, and tape to boot?" Sho whispered.
"Well, yeah." Jun announced, in a matter of fact way, but soon regretted it.
Sho closed the gap between them. "Really now?" His mouth a mere inch away from Jun's, now trembling, bottom lip.
"Yeah." Jun felt small, and he liked it, oddly. (Probably because it was Sho, and Sho's eyes looked like dark orbs of lust, Jun reminded himself.)
Sho held Jun's cheek softly, licking a trail over his jaw line, continuing over his bottom lip. Jun stared in amazement, unable to react properly to the sensations. Sho looked up at him again, through lowered lashes, his thumb stroking over the now dampened skin. Sho's touch was almost unbelievable. Jun always forgot how graceful and sensitive Sho was when he desired something, unlike his exterior.
"Jun, you're not allowed to move." Sho noticed Jun's hands reaching up to touch him.
Jun whimpered quietly, discontent with the attention he was receiving.
Sho looked down at Jun's growing arousal, a flash of excitement in his eyes. Jun dared not look away, intent on catching the entirety of Sho's expressions. That was his favorite part of knowing Sho, his face changes. Sho pressed a knee in between Jun's dangling legs, a murmur of denial escaping the younger man.
"Yes you like it Jun." Sho refuted in a raspy voice.
Jun clawed at Sho's back when a bit of warm breath attacked his sensitive skin. Sho loved to watch Jun when he was frustrated, but frustrated and naked was a whole new ball game. He felt his own member pushing against his dark pants, coughing to hide it from Jun. But it was too late.
"Sho!" Jun exclaimed, grabbing as quickly as he could.
A growl was the older man's response, biting back a grunt and slamming Jun lower onto the table to regain his position. He lifted Jun's legs, placing them around his hips to further control all the probable movement.
"I'm leading here Jun." Sho said in an authoritarian fashion.
Jun tried to disagree, but all he could do was hum in agreement, Sho grazing his teeth over the inside of Jun's thigh. He abandoned all protests and enjoyed the fact that Sho's lips were warm and soft against his skin; over his stomach, higher to his chest and collarbones. When had Sho become so sensual?
Jun held Sho's neck dependently, craving the scent of his mild cologne and flower-scented lotion. Sho kissed stars and circles over Jun's neck, hand creeping lower and lower. Jun didn't want to look down, feeling it all was already too much. Sho bit an area Jun hadn't particularly found to be erogenous, but it became so with the older man's teeth and lips devouring it.
"Sho, touch." Jun breathed.
"Touch?" Sho asked, playing the naive soul.
"Touch it." Jun almost shouted, his mouth not producing the sounds he wanted.
Sho laughed a bit, fingers rolling over the only part of Jun that wasn't DoS. (Or maybe it was, but that's another story.) Sho brought his hand back up to where he kissed Jun mad, lathering his palm in his saliva. Needy Jun decided he wanted some kind of revenge, biting Sho's bottom lip quickly, hands tugging him closer for a deep kiss.
Sho gave in, but not before subtly getting a hold of Jun's cock and pulling on it roughly. Jun grunted in Sho's mouth, eyes a squint, his chest ready to burst from the tension in his lower abdomen. Sho sucked hard on Jun's tongue, matching the grip on the taller man's arousal. Jun tried to push Sho away, failing and losing his grip on reality all at once.
All Jun could see was stars, and of course Sho's grin that hadn't faded.
"I hate you Sho." Jun felt disgusting, his stomach covered in sticky white liquid.
"Just wait until I tell you the punch." Sho chuckled.
"What? What now!?" Jun jumped up to grab Sho's collar.
"I don't have a change of clothes for you." Sho kissed Jun on the lips sweetly and hopped off into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
He couldn't help listening for curse words though.
"Fuck you Sho. I'm going to make you do worse things next week on Shukudai! It'll be your most dreaded show ever! I'm going to make you miserable you bastard!"
Sho crossed Nino in the hall. The younger man seemed pleased, which in return, made Sho unhappy. He pushed him into the closest bathroom, locking the door behind them.
//END//
~Later
P.S DON'T ASK FOR A SEQUEL! rawrrrrrr.
Author: la femme de votre vie; me.
Pairing: Matsurai aka Sakumoto, a little surprise at the end.
Rating: NC-17 or hard R (lol, Idk.)
Genre: Crack, Smut
Disclaimer: Who cares if I own them or not? (But I don't, in case you're curious.) They surely wouldn't like me writing this.
Summary: Jun gets a surprise.
Notes: Based on this. Un-betad for now. Yes, the title comes from the Busta Rhymes song. LOL
Touch it
Sho never raised his voice to people he didn't know well. So when Jun pushed Sho a little too far, unfairly, Sho had to snap at someone. (And the guest just so happened to be as happy-go-lucky as Aiba, so Sho was in luck.) She laughed it off, knowing he didn't really mean it.
Sho hoped no one he knew would watch that episode, he was always embarrassed for no reason. Nino was the one who forced Jun to reveal his nipples, not Sho. Nino was the evil creature that seeped into people's minds and filtered through the good and bad. Nino was the one who should have been used for this week's punishment. But no, Sho could never get a break.
He squinted, the fangirls in the audience gasping and giggling with every additional inch of skin they could see. This was almost a fate worse than death, he thought dryly. Sho let everything be though, Nino not getting the treatment he deserved, as usual. But someone was going to pay, he just hadn't decided whom yet.
~~~~~
Sho walked into the dressing room, unpacking and dropping himself onto the sofa, nothing out of the ordinary. Jun walked in, bag over his shoulder and oversized sunglasses still intact. They almost always arrived at the same time, which was a strange feeling when you lived in different areas and hardly called each other.
Jun smiled quickly, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his hair, unpacking slowly.
"So, Sho. How are you feeling?" His hands rummaged through the rectangular pouch.
"Fine, you?" Sho stretched his arms outward, his wrists rotating slowly.
"I meant, you didn't catch a cold because of yesterday, did you?" Jun's grin could have been heard from miles away.
"Excuse me?" Sho leaned forward slightly, his hands on his lap.
"You heard me." Jun tucked his sunglasses in his bag. They'd been falling bit by bit off of his head, irritating him as he spoke.
Sho, now standing, closed his eyes and turned his neck in slow circles. He approached Jun nonchalantly, hands hidden away in his jean pockets. Jun wasn't looking up, but if he had been, the look in Sho's eyes would have startled him. Sho was determined and convinced that Jun was the one who needed to be taught a lesson. (Although if Nino weren't always late, maybe he would have received it instead.)
Sho grabbed one of Jun's wrists, his eyes still fixed on the younger man, the other hand still in his pocket. Jun finally looked up, and though he wouldn't admit it, felt a bit scared inside. A whimper slipped past his lips involuntarily. Sho, who learned to glare from Jun, grabbed his other wrist tightly.
"Sho, what are you doing?" Jun pretended to be angry, when all he could feel was anticipation.
"Don't question me anymore." Sho walked Jun backwards, pushing him against the nearest wall stiffly.
Sho always flinched around Jun, always afraid of a backhand swiftly hitting him one day, but today was his chance to prove he had courage and drive. He pressed against the taller man with his weight, his hands still firmly wrapped around the thin wrists. Jun tried slipping out of the grip, but soon abandoned his thoughts completely when Sho took out a pair of scissors.
"Let's see how you will like this." Sho said coldly.
Jun wished he hadn't chosen today to put on his Dolce and Gabana shirt, but Sho's delicate slits across the expensive fabric had already commenced. Sho lowered his eyes, brimming with confidence suddenly, his free hand cupped Jun lightly. Jun's eyes widened, long lashes batting furiously, holding back a moan.
"What's the matter Jun? Cat got your tongue?" Sho squeezed softly, the fabric wrinkling under his touch.
"Nothing's got my tongue and I don't find this very amusing." But even Sho knew it was a lie.
For one, Jun's erection was a dead giveaway. Jun swallowed difficultly, Sho's rugged hand still kneading him insane, the other looking for another layer of fabric to cut through. Jun pushed at Sho's chest, not even budging him an inch, his lower body trembling from the pressure on his member.
"Sho, this isn't fun." Jun complained.
But Sho knew it wasn't fun for Jun because he wasn't in control of it all, that being his original plan. Sho backed away, slipping his fingers in the holes of Jun's shirt and dragging him forcefully across the room. He pushed Jun down onto the sofa, positioning himself on his lap. Sho covered Jun's eyes with one hand, feeling the long lashes tickle his palm repeatedly.
"No peaking." Sho ordered.
Jun held onto Sho's waist, his fingers curling into the soft and firm skin of the older man. Sho wriggled slightly, trying to concentrate on his manipulative scheme. He snipped away at the middle of Jun's shirt, leaving it with an opening down the middle, resembling more of a vest now. Sho smiled, pleased with Jun's cooperation. (He was probably afraid to move, which would cause Sho to miss and cut something else, Sho thought.)
"Jun, has anyone ever cut your clothing before?" Sho said coyly, a smirk spread across his lips.
"No, and I don't plan to let anyone else do so. You owe me a new Dolce and Gabana shirt, by the way." Jun whined unconvincingly.
"Whatever you say." Sho said, poking fun at the younger man.
Scissors were more fun than he could imagine. With every new hole and slit created, Jun would flinch from the coldness of the metal against his warm-blooded self. Sho smiled, admiring his handy work, impressed with how easy it was to enjoy manipulating people. Jun's chest sunk, the metal closer than it had been before, cutting it's way through his boxer shorts. (Which, also, just so happened to be Dolce and Gabana.)
"Sho! How the hell am I supposed to leave this room now?" Jun snapped.
Sho cut off the button keeping Jun's shorts closed, "You're not. Besides, I have some extra clothes."
If only Jun could see Sho's crooked smile, he might be more worried that he was presently.
Sho neared the scissors to Jun's ear, forcing them open and shut noisily. Jun jumped in his seat, pretending to cough, shrugging it off and crossing his arms. Sho just laughed calmly, cutting the last of the fabric covering the taller man's body. Sho exclaimed and suddenly the weight on Jun's lap was lifted, a draft taking its place.
"Get up." Sho ordered, his hand still blocking Jun's sight.
"No. I don't like this petty game of yours." Jun whined.
"Get up or I'll leave you here with nothing." Sho said demandingly.
And Jun opened his mouth, but soon resigned, not ready to face drama involving paparazzi and nudity. Sho watched him carefully, seeing this, and waited for a reply. Jun grumbled a bit to himself, his lashes still moving rapidly.
"Fine." Jun mumbled.
"What? I didn't hear you." Sho teased.
"FINE. Goddammit." Jun snapped.
Sho loved every second of this man's irritation. It was cute, in a DoS kind of way.
Lazily raising himself off the sofa, he let Sho pull him wherever he wanted. Sho watched the slivers of cotton and silk, of what used to be Jun's clothing, fall to the ground, a gleeful expression on his face. Jun shivered, but ignored his body's warning, not realizing how naked he was. A few steps more and Sho came to a complete halt, pushing Jun on top of Arashi's round, wooden table.
The sudden climate change caused Jun to hiss in reaction, cursing under his breath. Sho removed his palm gently, placing his arms on each side of the lanky, elegant man instead. Jun glared up at Sho, a murderous look in his eyes. Unexpectedly, Sho looked back down at the younger man with the same distant gaze.
"Jun. You thought it was funny having me seated, with certain body parts showing, and tape to boot?" Sho whispered.
"Well, yeah." Jun announced, in a matter of fact way, but soon regretted it.
Sho closed the gap between them. "Really now?" His mouth a mere inch away from Jun's, now trembling, bottom lip.
"Yeah." Jun felt small, and he liked it, oddly. (Probably because it was Sho, and Sho's eyes looked like dark orbs of lust, Jun reminded himself.)
Sho held Jun's cheek softly, licking a trail over his jaw line, continuing over his bottom lip. Jun stared in amazement, unable to react properly to the sensations. Sho looked up at him again, through lowered lashes, his thumb stroking over the now dampened skin. Sho's touch was almost unbelievable. Jun always forgot how graceful and sensitive Sho was when he desired something, unlike his exterior.
"Jun, you're not allowed to move." Sho noticed Jun's hands reaching up to touch him.
Jun whimpered quietly, discontent with the attention he was receiving.
Sho looked down at Jun's growing arousal, a flash of excitement in his eyes. Jun dared not look away, intent on catching the entirety of Sho's expressions. That was his favorite part of knowing Sho, his face changes. Sho pressed a knee in between Jun's dangling legs, a murmur of denial escaping the younger man.
"Yes you like it Jun." Sho refuted in a raspy voice.
Jun clawed at Sho's back when a bit of warm breath attacked his sensitive skin. Sho loved to watch Jun when he was frustrated, but frustrated and naked was a whole new ball game. He felt his own member pushing against his dark pants, coughing to hide it from Jun. But it was too late.
"Sho!" Jun exclaimed, grabbing as quickly as he could.
A growl was the older man's response, biting back a grunt and slamming Jun lower onto the table to regain his position. He lifted Jun's legs, placing them around his hips to further control all the probable movement.
"I'm leading here Jun." Sho said in an authoritarian fashion.
Jun tried to disagree, but all he could do was hum in agreement, Sho grazing his teeth over the inside of Jun's thigh. He abandoned all protests and enjoyed the fact that Sho's lips were warm and soft against his skin; over his stomach, higher to his chest and collarbones. When had Sho become so sensual?
Jun held Sho's neck dependently, craving the scent of his mild cologne and flower-scented lotion. Sho kissed stars and circles over Jun's neck, hand creeping lower and lower. Jun didn't want to look down, feeling it all was already too much. Sho bit an area Jun hadn't particularly found to be erogenous, but it became so with the older man's teeth and lips devouring it.
"Sho, touch." Jun breathed.
"Touch?" Sho asked, playing the naive soul.
"Touch it." Jun almost shouted, his mouth not producing the sounds he wanted.
Sho laughed a bit, fingers rolling over the only part of Jun that wasn't DoS. (Or maybe it was, but that's another story.) Sho brought his hand back up to where he kissed Jun mad, lathering his palm in his saliva. Needy Jun decided he wanted some kind of revenge, biting Sho's bottom lip quickly, hands tugging him closer for a deep kiss.
Sho gave in, but not before subtly getting a hold of Jun's cock and pulling on it roughly. Jun grunted in Sho's mouth, eyes a squint, his chest ready to burst from the tension in his lower abdomen. Sho sucked hard on Jun's tongue, matching the grip on the taller man's arousal. Jun tried to push Sho away, failing and losing his grip on reality all at once.
All Jun could see was stars, and of course Sho's grin that hadn't faded.
"I hate you Sho." Jun felt disgusting, his stomach covered in sticky white liquid.
"Just wait until I tell you the punch." Sho chuckled.
"What? What now!?" Jun jumped up to grab Sho's collar.
"I don't have a change of clothes for you." Sho kissed Jun on the lips sweetly and hopped off into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
He couldn't help listening for curse words though.
"Fuck you Sho. I'm going to make you do worse things next week on Shukudai! It'll be your most dreaded show ever! I'm going to make you miserable you bastard!"
Sho crossed Nino in the hall. The younger man seemed pleased, which in return, made Sho unhappy. He pushed him into the closest bathroom, locking the door behind them.
//END//
~Later
P.S DON'T ASK FOR A SEQUEL! rawrrrrrr.