Pairing: Juntoshi Rating: PG-13 (?) Dedicated to: salwaphoenix (I am SO sorry for not giving you a drabble earlier; I just haven’t felt the inspiration so I didn’t want to give you something half-assed. Here’s my Juntoshi drabble for you- I never fully read any Arashi fanfic [aside from my Sakumoto one], so I don’t know how unoriginal it is, but I hope you like it anyway. Also, thanks for requesting this, I get to use this cute Ohno icon. ^_^)
Ohno Satoshi jumped the remainder of the last steps that lead down the hall to the sweet sanctuary of relief and tranquility, otherwise known as the bathroom. He had just finished another successful Ohmiya SK onstage with his well-loved counterpart, Ninomiya Kazunari, and was feeling particularly chipper at the raucous applause of approval. Ohno had gradually developed a unique bond with the fangirls, and only recently had started to notice now what his other band mates knew long ago- fangirls LOVE you, they’re not out to kill you. Ohno grinned sheepishly and started to whistle to himself, he did not know why this made him happy.
Ohno flushed the urinal and was washing up in the sink when he heard the door of the restroom open. His cheerful whistling halted abruptly when someone grabbed the collar of his shirt and wretched him backwards along the tiled floor to slam him violently against the wall inside a stall. The contact knocked the wind out of him.
“Itte~!” Ohno gasped, when he was able to breathe again. He blinked open his eyes. “Jun?”
Somewhere in the hustle, Matsumoto Jun had kicked the stall door closed and was now in the process of locking it. His other hand gripped the front of Ohno’s shirt while his forearm pressed Ohno against the wall to prevent him from moving.
“Jun, what are you doing?”
“Just reclaiming what is already mine.”
Before Ohno could say anything further, Jun’s lips smashed against Ohno’s with an intensity that was more fury than passion. Ohno fought it at first, but Jun’s insistency, like with everything that was Jun, was very persuasive. Ohno found himself completely under Jun’s whim, whimpering a small mewl of encouragement when Jun bit his lower bottom lip, almost painfully. Jun deepened the kiss roughly, shoving his mouth against Ohno’s with a clash of teeth and tongue.
Jun’s cell phone started to beep. Jun pulled away and cursed.
“We’re back up on stage in five.” Jun turned off his phone without looking at it. “I go out first and you count 30 seconds before you leave.”
Ohno nodded wordlessly. Jun rearranged his own clothes, ran a hand through his hair once, before he gave Ohno a quick glance,
“Fix your shirt, and there’s some drool at the corner of your lips.” Jun pointed to the side of his mouth, “Here.”
Ohno did as was told. Jun nodded in approval, but before Ohno could so much as take a step away from the stall wall, Jun pressed him back against it to whisper, almost threateningly, into his ear, Jun’s lips so close to Ohno that his lips grazed the sensitive skin of Ohno’s lobes, “Remember, you could do as many skits with Nino to please the fans… but at night, you always come back to me.”
Jun let him go and opened the door to walk out briskly and cooly.
Ohno touched his lips slowly, as if unsure of what just happened. He felt his knees give out when he realized he just had a make out session with Jun in a bathroom stall. Ohno sat, dazed, on the cool tile floor.
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Dedicated to: salwaphoenix
(I am SO sorry for not giving you a drabble earlier; I just haven’t felt the inspiration so I didn’t want to give you something half-assed. Here’s my Juntoshi drabble for you- I never fully read any Arashi fanfic [aside from my Sakumoto one], so I don’t know how unoriginal it is, but I hope you like it anyway. Also, thanks for requesting this, I get to use this cute Ohno icon. ^_^)
Ohno Satoshi jumped the remainder of the last steps that lead down the hall to the sweet sanctuary of relief and tranquility, otherwise known as the bathroom. He had just finished another successful Ohmiya SK onstage with his well-loved counterpart, Ninomiya Kazunari, and was feeling particularly chipper at the raucous applause of approval. Ohno had gradually developed a unique bond with the fangirls, and only recently had started to notice now what his other band mates knew long ago- fangirls LOVE you, they’re not out to kill you. Ohno grinned sheepishly and started to whistle to himself, he did not know why this made him happy.
Ohno flushed the urinal and was washing up in the sink when he heard the door of the restroom open. His cheerful whistling halted abruptly when someone grabbed the collar of his shirt and wretched him backwards along the tiled floor to slam him violently against the wall inside a stall. The contact knocked the wind out of him.
“Itte~!” Ohno gasped, when he was able to breathe again. He blinked open his eyes. “Jun?”
Somewhere in the hustle, Matsumoto Jun had kicked the stall door closed and was now in the process of locking it. His other hand gripped the front of Ohno’s shirt while his forearm pressed Ohno against the wall to prevent him from moving.
“Jun, what are you doing?”
“Just reclaiming what is already mine.”
Before Ohno could say anything further, Jun’s lips smashed against Ohno’s with an intensity that was more fury than passion. Ohno fought it at first, but Jun’s insistency, like with everything that was Jun, was very persuasive. Ohno found himself completely under Jun’s whim, whimpering a small mewl of encouragement when Jun bit his lower bottom lip, almost painfully. Jun deepened the kiss roughly, shoving his mouth against Ohno’s with a clash of teeth and tongue.
Jun’s cell phone started to beep. Jun pulled away and cursed.
“We’re back up on stage in five.” Jun turned off his phone without looking at it. “I go out first and you count 30 seconds before you leave.”
Ohno nodded wordlessly. Jun rearranged his own clothes, ran a hand through his hair once, before he gave Ohno a quick glance,
“Fix your shirt, and there’s some drool at the corner of your lips.” Jun pointed to the side of his mouth, “Here.”
Ohno did as was told. Jun nodded in approval, but before Ohno could so much as take a step away from the stall wall, Jun pressed him back against it to whisper, almost threateningly, into his ear, Jun’s lips so close to Ohno that his lips grazed the sensitive skin of Ohno’s lobes, “Remember, you could do as many skits with Nino to please the fans… but at night, you always come back to me.”
Jun let him go and opened the door to walk out briskly and cooly.
Ohno touched his lips slowly, as if unsure of what just happened. He felt his knees give out when he realized he just had a make out session with Jun in a bathroom stall. Ohno sat, dazed, on the cool tile floor.
He started to count to 30.
~yoshi09
(I indulged a little, can you tell?)
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