[Arashi] Four Valentines Aiba Made Memorable for Jun (And One he Made for Aiba)
[Title] Four Valentines Aiba Made Memorable for Jun (And One he Made for Aiba)
[Author] honooko
[Rating] G-R.
[Notes] For the 24 hour Valentine's Fic Challenge. HAPPY V-DAY!
1. “Sit down for this one,” Aiba said, shifting from foot to foot excitedly. Jun eyed him warily as Aiba pressed down on his shoulders, forcing him onto the couch. Seconds later, he’d darted to the door, waving someone in with so much vigor, Jun was momentarily filled with the irrational fear that his hand would snap off.
‘Someone’ turned out to be a good number of Juniors in cupid diapers, with little pink bows and quivers full of red arrows. At least four of them looked like they been peer-pressured into it, especially once Aiba stood in front of them and began conduction a rousing rendition of ‘Love Me Do’.
As the song came to a close, Aiba twirled around and looked at Jun expectantly. Jun forced a smile, and wondered not for the first time if euthanasia wouldn’t be kinder, in the long run.
2. Aiba pressed him to the bed so fast, a gasp was all he had time for before Aiba’s lips were on his, demanding and rough. The pace was matched by his hands on Jun’s sides, tapping up his ribs and pulling Jun’s t-shirt with them to expose his bare skin. Jun hissed into the kiss, his own fingers hooking in Aiba’s belt loops and using them as leverage to pull him forward. Aiba responded by pulling away just long enough to kick off his jeans and loosen Jun’s, before kissing his way down that pale length of torso.
Jun was impatient now, caught up in the hurried, urgent pace Aiba had set, and he twisted one hand in Aiba’s hair and encouraged him lower, arching invitingly and growling. Following Jun’s hint, Aiba paused only long enough to dip his tongue in Jun’s navel before obligingly licking a long sweep up his cock. Jun cursed, his head dropping back, then forward so he could watch as Aiba’s lips closed around him. With a low hum, Aiba hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head and Jun could feel his gut twisting at the way Aiba’s tongue was teasing the slit.
How Aiba managed to smile around Jun’s cock was something Jun never quite figured out completely, because as soon as it happened Aiba was also rubbing a palm across his balls and increasing his pressure on Jun’s cock. Jun groaned, long and drawn out as he came, his body tensing as he arched into Aiba’s mouth.
Pleased with himself, Aiba crawled up Jun’s body and placed soft kisses across his jaw. Jun caught his mouth and demanded a proper kiss of him, which Aiba quickly agreed to.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Aiba murmured.
“Happy what?” Jun responded.
3. BE MY LOVE ELEPHANT, the card declared in a bright, bold, obnoxious cartoon font. THEY MATE FOR LIFE.
Calmly, Jun turned the card over and began writing out his grocery list.
4. Jun clenched his fists and tried to keep in mind that Aiba was attempting to be romantic. Aiba was trying to make him happy. Aiba was trying not to get punched in the head.
“Why do you have a box of dog poop?” Nino asked brightly, pinching his nose and leaning closer. “Oh wait, it that supposed to be chocolate?”
“Aiba-chan made them,” Jun explained through clenched teeth.
“Oh. I thought he was making you a-Oh, nevermind,” Nino cut off quickly. Jun looked at him suspiciously.
A moment later, Aiba entered the room, flanked by Sho and Ohno. Ohno had a tambourine, and Jun had the foresight to put down the chocolate before he was struck with the urge to start pelting someone in the head with it.
“A LOVE POEM,” Aiba announced overly-loud. “FOR THE ONE I LOVE.”
“Oh my god,” Jun said, putting his face in his hands.
“A man named Jun liked to rock!”
Ohno rattled the tambourine, and Sho pulled out a triangle.
“Our friends on closed doors, they would knock!”
Nino smothered himself with a pillow in an attempt to cover up his laughter. Jun sat on him.
“It’s easy to see, my favorite quality, on him was his really great co-!”
“NO JURY IN THE WORLD WOULD CONVINCT ME,” Jun declared as Sho pried his hands from around Aiba’s neck. “IT WAS A CRIME OF PASSION.”
“Guys? Shouldn’t Nino be breathing?” Ohno squeaked as Nino struggled to get air through his giggles.
5. Aiba had given up on Valentine’s Day, he really had. None of his ideas had ended up making Jun terribly happy (except the one, but he hadn’t even known the date then, so it just seemed like regular pouncing to him) and really, Jun wasn’t romantic like that anyway. Jun liked small stuff, like cooking him an edible dinner, or bringing him new bath salts. Big things just embarrassed him.
But as Aiba sat at the table, munching conversation hearts someone had left in a bowl for snacking, he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit disappointed that one of the most exciting days for couples was just an ordinary day for them.
From over his shoulder, he heard Jun cough.
Turning around, Aiba found Jun, a suspiciously pink tinge to his face, extending a bento box.
“Take it, or I’ll take it back,” He said, so Aiba accepted it.
“Can I open it?” Aiba asked carefully, and Jun nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.
Lifting the lid, Aiba was overcome by the scent of fresh, homemade karaage. Crispy and just the tiniest bit spicy, the food practically glowed at him. It was all he could do not to stick his face directly into the box and just start inhaling it. Then he noticed that the accompanying salad had what were distinctly heart-shaped carrots.
“Jun-chan?” Aiba asked, holding up the box and smiling hopefully. “Did you make it?”
“I am the only person in the world besides your own mother with the patience to slave over food for you,” Jun said, crossing his arms in mock-irritation. Then, hesitantly, he added, “Does it seem okay?”
Setting the box down carefully, Aiba turned and wrapped one arm around Jun’s waist, pulling him close enough for a quick, grateful kiss.
“I’m sure it tastes exactly like Mattsun’s love,” Aiba beamed, not at all surprised when Jun lightly swatted his head and muttered about sappy, lovestruck idiots.
Aiba decided he liked Jun’s kind of Valentine’s a bit more than the rest.
[Author] honooko
[Rating] G-R.
[Notes] For the 24 hour Valentine's Fic Challenge. HAPPY V-DAY!
1. “Sit down for this one,” Aiba said, shifting from foot to foot excitedly. Jun eyed him warily as Aiba pressed down on his shoulders, forcing him onto the couch. Seconds later, he’d darted to the door, waving someone in with so much vigor, Jun was momentarily filled with the irrational fear that his hand would snap off.
‘Someone’ turned out to be a good number of Juniors in cupid diapers, with little pink bows and quivers full of red arrows. At least four of them looked like they been peer-pressured into it, especially once Aiba stood in front of them and began conduction a rousing rendition of ‘Love Me Do’.
As the song came to a close, Aiba twirled around and looked at Jun expectantly. Jun forced a smile, and wondered not for the first time if euthanasia wouldn’t be kinder, in the long run.
2. Aiba pressed him to the bed so fast, a gasp was all he had time for before Aiba’s lips were on his, demanding and rough. The pace was matched by his hands on Jun’s sides, tapping up his ribs and pulling Jun’s t-shirt with them to expose his bare skin. Jun hissed into the kiss, his own fingers hooking in Aiba’s belt loops and using them as leverage to pull him forward. Aiba responded by pulling away just long enough to kick off his jeans and loosen Jun’s, before kissing his way down that pale length of torso.
Jun was impatient now, caught up in the hurried, urgent pace Aiba had set, and he twisted one hand in Aiba’s hair and encouraged him lower, arching invitingly and growling. Following Jun’s hint, Aiba paused only long enough to dip his tongue in Jun’s navel before obligingly licking a long sweep up his cock. Jun cursed, his head dropping back, then forward so he could watch as Aiba’s lips closed around him. With a low hum, Aiba hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head and Jun could feel his gut twisting at the way Aiba’s tongue was teasing the slit.
How Aiba managed to smile around Jun’s cock was something Jun never quite figured out completely, because as soon as it happened Aiba was also rubbing a palm across his balls and increasing his pressure on Jun’s cock. Jun groaned, long and drawn out as he came, his body tensing as he arched into Aiba’s mouth.
Pleased with himself, Aiba crawled up Jun’s body and placed soft kisses across his jaw. Jun caught his mouth and demanded a proper kiss of him, which Aiba quickly agreed to.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Aiba murmured.
“Happy what?” Jun responded.
3. BE MY LOVE ELEPHANT, the card declared in a bright, bold, obnoxious cartoon font. THEY MATE FOR LIFE.
Calmly, Jun turned the card over and began writing out his grocery list.
4. Jun clenched his fists and tried to keep in mind that Aiba was attempting to be romantic. Aiba was trying to make him happy. Aiba was trying not to get punched in the head.
“Why do you have a box of dog poop?” Nino asked brightly, pinching his nose and leaning closer. “Oh wait, it that supposed to be chocolate?”
“Aiba-chan made them,” Jun explained through clenched teeth.
“Oh. I thought he was making you a-Oh, nevermind,” Nino cut off quickly. Jun looked at him suspiciously.
A moment later, Aiba entered the room, flanked by Sho and Ohno. Ohno had a tambourine, and Jun had the foresight to put down the chocolate before he was struck with the urge to start pelting someone in the head with it.
“A LOVE POEM,” Aiba announced overly-loud. “FOR THE ONE I LOVE.”
“Oh my god,” Jun said, putting his face in his hands.
“A man named Jun liked to rock!”
Ohno rattled the tambourine, and Sho pulled out a triangle.
“Our friends on closed doors, they would knock!”
Nino smothered himself with a pillow in an attempt to cover up his laughter. Jun sat on him.
“It’s easy to see, my favorite quality, on him was his really great co-!”
“NO JURY IN THE WORLD WOULD CONVINCT ME,” Jun declared as Sho pried his hands from around Aiba’s neck. “IT WAS A CRIME OF PASSION.”
“Guys? Shouldn’t Nino be breathing?” Ohno squeaked as Nino struggled to get air through his giggles.
5. Aiba had given up on Valentine’s Day, he really had. None of his ideas had ended up making Jun terribly happy (except the one, but he hadn’t even known the date then, so it just seemed like regular pouncing to him) and really, Jun wasn’t romantic like that anyway. Jun liked small stuff, like cooking him an edible dinner, or bringing him new bath salts. Big things just embarrassed him.
But as Aiba sat at the table, munching conversation hearts someone had left in a bowl for snacking, he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit disappointed that one of the most exciting days for couples was just an ordinary day for them.
From over his shoulder, he heard Jun cough.
Turning around, Aiba found Jun, a suspiciously pink tinge to his face, extending a bento box.
“Take it, or I’ll take it back,” He said, so Aiba accepted it.
“Can I open it?” Aiba asked carefully, and Jun nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.
Lifting the lid, Aiba was overcome by the scent of fresh, homemade karaage. Crispy and just the tiniest bit spicy, the food practically glowed at him. It was all he could do not to stick his face directly into the box and just start inhaling it. Then he noticed that the accompanying salad had what were distinctly heart-shaped carrots.
“Jun-chan?” Aiba asked, holding up the box and smiling hopefully. “Did you make it?”
“I am the only person in the world besides your own mother with the patience to slave over food for you,” Jun said, crossing his arms in mock-irritation. Then, hesitantly, he added, “Does it seem okay?”
Setting the box down carefully, Aiba turned and wrapped one arm around Jun’s waist, pulling him close enough for a quick, grateful kiss.
“I’m sure it tastes exactly like Mattsun’s love,” Aiba beamed, not at all surprised when Jun lightly swatted his head and muttered about sappy, lovestruck idiots.
Aiba decided he liked Jun’s kind of Valentine’s a bit more than the rest.