"Because if you're having an orgy, you need a good caterer."
Happy Birthday, dcaraos! ♥ A whole year older and all the more wiser for it:
(Discussing the Roman goddess of sewage systems - no one could remember her name...)
dcaraos: Like, Garbagia?
waxrose: [sarcastically] Yes, because THAT'S Latin.
dcaraos: ...it is?
crazychickencow, I found a drabble I wrote for you on MSN awhile back, only I think I never actually posted it over to you, since you wandered offline. Do you remember this at all? I think the spark was things that Nino would do to piss Jun off just for the hell of it.
"Sho," Nino gasps out, as Jun thrusts forward, fingers almost bruisingly tight on Nino's hips.
He freezes for a minute, sliding out of Nino and almost putting out his neck in an attempt to check over his shoulder (but it doesn't makes sense, Jun locked the door and Sho knows better than to just invite himself in since that incident with Aiba and the handcuffs) but there's definitely no wide-eyed, horrified bandmate standing in the doorway at all.
Jun's eyes slide back to Nino, confused and then narrowing as Nino smirks at him, rolling his hips up against Jun's, demanding and needy.
And this is a semi-prequel for still_ciircee, who demanded elaboration on the Aiba/handcuffs reference:
"This is just really kind of wrong," Jun hesitated for a second, but his fingers unconsciously traced the dips and curves of Aiba's body, biting his lip at Aiba's little sighs and shivers. Opening the door of his hotel room to Aiba wearing a cat-in-the-cream smile and holding a pair of handcuffs had been one of the more surreal points of the concert tour so far. (But then again, they hadn't been to wardrobe at all yet, and that was always bound to surpass anything in terms of surreality.)
"What's so wrong about it?" Aiba arched his hips off the mattress, moaning as Jun's hand brushed teasingly close to his groin. "You can - ah, you can do whatever you want to me like this. You can have me however you want, Jun-chan."
Those words and Aiba's eyes, dark with desire, spiked Jun's nerves with a fierce urgency. He lunged forward, straddling Aiba's legs and kissing Aiba, open-mouthed and rough. Aiba laughed against his lips, hands straining against the cuffs as he tried to move against Jun at a better angle.
Maybe if the blood hadn't been rushing quite so loudly in Jun's ears, he would have heard the doorknob turning, but he was so absorbed with finding every little spot on Aiba's torso that would make him writhe and twist and moan that he didn't even realize that they weren't alone any more until Sho's voice trailed off into "- really don't think that they moved the briefing into Jun's room, Nino, all the staff wouldn't fi-..."
"Fuck," Jun said, staring at Sho while Sho stared at him while Aiba giggled underneath him, somewhat nervously. "Fuck, Aiba, you didn't lock the door, did you?"
"Hey!" Nino stepped around Sho, pointing at the headboard. "Those are Leader's and mine."