Fic ~ When Matsujun Takes Matters Into His Own Hands
Alright peeps, we have arrived at chapter one. (Not exactly a milestone but...meh.) And I feel that I should remind people that while this is a (sort-of) sequel to Spiral ( HERE.) it is different. Where Spiral was a Sakuraiba story, Recoil is much more about Arashi as a whole (and significantly more about Nino, Ohno, and Matsujun…. NOM for short.) ^_~
And before we start, I’d like to wish an early ‘Happy Birthday’ to two of my friends who celebrate the anniversary of their auspicious births tomorrow. So… Happy Birthday to hippiefox & all4cyanide !!! (Incidentally, check out the comm. all4cyanide co-mods if you haven’t already. [arashicrackaday ] T’is FABULOUS!)
Chapter Specific Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature, foul language and a certain member on his knees…. Need I say more?
Title: Recoil (Chapter One ~ Duality)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 3,300
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: The two youngest members of Arashi are very different, yet alike in many ways. And a heated argument leades to some revelations that could shake the foundations of their frindship to the core....
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Recoil
Chapter One ~ Duality
Ninomiya Kazunari yanked open the door with more force than was strictly necessary, a vicious scowl twisting the corners of his mouth. Upon eyeballing the person who had been beating at his door, his expression only grew darker. “Matsu- What the hell!?” Ninomiya glared. “Go home.” He commanded, immediately attempting to shut the door.
But Matsumoto Jun had anticipated his actions. Quickly, he jammed the door open with his foot, forced his way past the smaller man and inside his friends’ home. Ninomiya was not the type to take such displeasures silently. “What are you doing?” He demanded irritably. When no answer was forthcoming, Ninomiya swung the door shut with an angry sigh and followed the intruder into his main room. “You do know it’s like, two in the morning, right?” He snapped.
“You were up anyway.” Matsumoto noted indifferently, looking pointedly towards the television. The screen clearly showed the young man paused in the middle of a game.
“Yeah, but you couldn’t have known that when you started to pummel my poor defenceless door.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh yes it does.” Ninomiya stated grimly. “Because if any of that shrapnel that passes for jewellery on your fingers, has left so much as a scratch on my door…”
“You’re really not yourself today, are you?” Matsumoto observed, advancing slowly towards the shorter man. “It hasn’t even occurred to you to wonder why I would show up at your place in the middle of the night?”
“Yeah, well,” Folding his arms across his chest and meeting Jun’s level gaze with a glare of his own, Ninomiya Kazunari stood his ground defiantly. “Someone better be dead, or you will be…”
Matsumoto blinked. “That’s pretty cruel Nino - even for you.”
“Really? That might be because I don’t take kindly to people who force their way into my house in the small hours of the morning and start lecturing me.” Ninomiya could guess why Matsumoto had felt the need to come, but he did not appreciate the gesture. He knew he had not been himself for a few days and it had bothered him personally too, but he had already started to sort himself out when Jun had appeared.
If there was one thing Ninomiya could not tolerate, it was people who stuck their nose in his business - not even well meaning friends. Especially when his only problem was a passing state-of-mind that he knew he could sort out himself in short order. He knew from experience that he simply needed to be left to his own devices for a while.
Apparently, Matsumoto had forgotten this facet of his mordant friends’ personality and had decided to intervene. And, in this matter, Jun had no way of knowing that Ninomiya was already coming to terms with things in his own way. Stood just inches from the smaller man and thereby forcing Ninomiya to look up to meet his eyes, Jun argued his point. “I don’t think so. I think this is about the fact you can’t have exactly who it is you want knocking at your door, instead of me.”
The man scoffed. “Are you high!?”
“Depends. Is it possible to get high off holistic Chinese pain medication?”
Ninomiya rolled his eyes skyward. “Go home Matsujun.” He groaned, his patience wearing thin. “I don’t need this right now.”
“This is exactly what you need right now.” Jun countered evenly. “You can’t spend the rest of your life periodically resenting the fact that the person you want will never return your feelings.”
Being told something he already knew perturbed Kazunari more than he could say. Being told this by Matsumoto, however, angered him even more. “I don’t want to hear that from you!” He snapped fiercely. “How stupid do you think I am? I’m not quite as oblivious as the other three, you know.”
“What?”
“What’s the name of the guy you’re dating this week Matsujun?” He paused long enough for the shock to register of Jun’s sculpted face and then continued brutally. “Oh, that’s right; you don’t date, do you? No, you just screw around with any guy who bends over because you’re so hung up on your first crush that you’ll never be happy with anyone else!”
Caught off-guard, Matsumoto fought to keep himself in check. “Actually, my situation has changed a bit recently-”
“Because Oh-chan let you nail him a couple of times?” Ninomiya probed scornfully.
“How did you-!?”
“Satoshi told me all about it.” The small man informed him scathingly. “But here’s the bad news, Junnosuke~ it doesn’t actually mean anything to him. You’re just a convenient way to get his rocks off.”
Suddenly on the defensive, Matsumoto was struggling to keep his composure. “At least it’s something…”
“Oh, really? Is it really?” Kazunari sneered. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life miserable and alone, on the off-chance that Oh-chan might occasionally throw you a bone? Pathetic!”
Having his own affairs thrown back at him incensed the younger man nearly beyond reason. With his greater stature as his advantage, he lunged at his friend. Grabbing the man by the collar, he drove Ninomiya back several feet to pin him at the wall. “You’re right.” He seethed through gritted teeth. “It is pathetic - I don’t want to end up like you and Aiba-chan.”
Ninomiya remained motionless and calm, despite Jun’s weight pressed against him. “If you came here to improve my mood, you’re doing a pretty shitty job.” He informed the man darkly.
Matsumoto ignored the remark and continued recklessly. “The truth is; I do want more with Leader. I want the same thing that Sho-kun and Aiba-chan share. And Leader may never give that to me, but at least I can get close. What about you, Nino? You don’t just want what they have; you want Masaki.”
The sardonic Idol did not try to deny this claim. “So what?” He demanded, defiance colouring his tone.
“So I feel sorry for you Kazu-kun.” Jun replied, his voice becoming softer. He finally released his hold on the smaller man, but kept Ninomiya pinned by bracing his arm against the wall. Slowly, deliberately, he shifted to bring his lips closer to Ninomiya’s ear as if to make sure the man could not escape his next words. “I might not have Ohno-kun in the way I want yet, but I can still try. I’m still fighting for it. And maybe that is pathetic, but I’ll never give up. Not like you.”
“Seriously Nino, the minute that those two began to show an interest in each other, you didn’t just back off from Aiba-chan: You practically shoved him at Sho-kun. If I’m pathetic for actually putting up a fight, what does that make you?”
Ninomiya shrugged. “The better man, maybe” He responded dryly.
“No!” Matsumoto corrected him, hitting the wall with the flat of his hand for emphasize. “It makes you weak.” He taunted, pressing into Ninomiya’s slight frame menacingly. “And it leaves you with nothing. Nothing but fading memories…”
Jun’s mocking whisper brushed across his rage-heated skin and Ninomiya suppressed a shudder as Matsumoto’s long body slotted over his and one bejewelled hand found its way to rest at his hip. “Memories of when Aiba-chan let you touch him. Of times when he held your cock in his hands and sent you over the edge….”
“Shut up.” Ninomiya choked out, finally losing his insolence and turning his head away in defeat.
“Why?” Jun asked relentlessly. “Does just thinking about it really affect you that much?”
Ninomiya would not admit that his tall friend was affecting him, and that it had less to do with Masaki than he thought. “Jun-” The trapped man began warningly. “Just stop it. I can’t-!” His protest was cut off with a gasp as the taller man brushed against him in exactly the wrong way.
Matsumoto paused. Holding Ninomiya’s gaze, he smiled wryly and raised a speculative eyebrow. “Aren’t you getting a little worked up over this Kazu-kun?”
Wrestling with his control, the sardonic young man tried to brazen it out. “Yeah, well - unless you plan to do something about it personally - you can get the hell out now.”
“In that case~”
For the first time that night, Ninomiya actually flinched back as Jun moved a hand to the waistband of the man’s jeans. “What are you doing!?” He hissed sharply.
“I’m taking care of it personally.”
“You must be kidding.” He levelled a hard stare at the tall man looming over him but stubbornly held himself still a Matsumoto began to palm his burgeoning erection through his pants. He would not let the younger man have the satisfaction of struggling or losing his cool. Trying to sound indifferent even as his flesh strained against Jun’s hand, he continued. “What makes you think that this is a good idea?”
“Didn’t you ever feel envious of Aiba-chan?” The lithe man prompted enigmatically. “Of how easy and uncomplicated it was for him because he didn’t care. Don’t you want to know what that’s like?”
As beads of sweat gathered at his nape and his breath caught in his throat, Ninomiya could no longer fight it. Unwillingly, his hips began to move to Matsumoto’s lazy rhythm and his fingers sought purchase on the fabric of Jun’s shirt. “Fine, do whatever you want,” He conceded at last. “Just don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
Ninomiya glared. “Don’t stop.” It was both a warning and a threat. If Matsumoto backed off now and left him in his current state, the young musician was very likely to do some damage: Probably to the dark-haired perfectionist responsible for his current predicament in the first place.
Matsumoto nodded silently. He knew better than to gloat at the other man over this small victory. This was a game better played when both participants won, after all. Wordlessly, he buried his head in the curve of Kazunari’s neck and massaged the tendons there with his lips and tongue. As he began to stroke the other man with more purpose, he used his free hand to skilfully lower the jeans that hindered his efforts and exposed the man fully to his ministrations.
Driven by pent up frustration, Ninomiya thrust shamelessly into Jun’s grip. He sought the fiction that would grant him relief with a desperate urgency. Heat consumed him, making his blood boil in his veins and his skin feel too tight for his body. Unbidden, images of the past flashed behind his eyes, and nearly undid him right then and there.
As if reading his mind, however, Matsumoto chose that moment to loosen his grip and release the smaller man. But Ninomiya’s groan of protest was cut short when the other man dropped gracefully to him knees. Using Jun’s shoulders to hold himself steady, Ninomiya knew he would not be able to hold himself back for much longer. “Ma-Matsujun… hurry up.”
Hiding a smile, Matsumoto ignore his friends’ words. The veritable perfectionist would not be rushed. “Relax Nino.” He murmured, sliding his palms over the soft skin of Ninomiya’s bare thighs. “Just enjoy it.”
“I will when you stop screwing around and let me cum already.” He hated that it sounded like he was begging, but he was so close and Jun was right there.
Matsumoto glanced up at his friend calmly. “What do you want Nino?” He asked benevolently.
Kazunari gave him a look of pure derision. “What do you think?” He replied condescendingly.
“If you want me to put my mouth to good use Nino, I want you to do the same.”
“Huh?”
Jun shrugged. “I take pride in my work and I want to hear a little feedback.”
“Like what exactly?” Suddenly, Matsumoto dipped his head and in one swift, firm motion, ran his tongue along the underside of the taut shaft. Caught by surprise, Ninomiya’s hands clamped down on Jun’s shoulders with a gasping breath and a rough curse.
“Like that.” Jun smirked. “Make some noise for me Nino. Tell me how good it feels and I’ll show you how much better it gets.”
The light of challenge lit Ninomiya’s charcoal eyes. “Make me.”
The dare was not lost on the taller man, and he never liked to back down. Leisurely, consciously, Matsumoto wrapped his lips around the tip of Ninomiya’s throbbing erection and explored every dip and ridge with his tongue. With careful swipes he savoured the silky, hot flesh and the unfamiliar taste. Even as Ninomiya clawed at his shoulders and pleaded with him to hurry, Jun took his time.
He gently worked the other man until Kazunari was practically whimpering in lust. It was only then, holding firmly to the man’s hips, that Matsumoto applied suction and took in as much of the man as he could.
“Uhn!” The sound was ripped from Kazunari’s throat as Jun buried him to the hilt. Locked within the heat of another man’s mouth, Ninomiya felt as if his whole body were alight. “So good…” He moaned, moving his hips along with the exquisite pressure building inside him.
It had been a long time since it had felt so good; a long time since he had allowed himself to so utterly lose control. Now that control had snapped and Ninomiya simply did not care. “Please Ma-Masaki…” He croaked pleadingly. “I’m so close…”
Finally prepared to oblige, Jun acknowledged his friends supplication and worked him in earnest. At the increase in speed, Ninomiya felt himself draw closer to the edge. His vision darkened and the blood pounding in his ears deafened him to his own cries. Tangling his fingers in Jun’s thick ebony hair, he thrust mindlessly into the hot well of his mouth.
“Ah - I-” All at once, every muscle in his body drew taut and the words caught in his throat. Waves of pleasure rolled over him as he came in a moment of shuddering bliss. Secondary spasms shook him for seconds afterward as Jun thoroughly milked every last drop of release from his sensitive flesh.
Just before the lingering pleasure could become painful, Matsumoto pulled away slowly and supported the man as he slid to the floor. While Ninomiya sat, spent and fighting for breath, Jun admired his handiwork with satisfaction. After a minute or two of silence, he caught the other man’s eye and smirked.
“Masaki, huh?” He teased.
Eyes wide, Ninomiya opened his mouth to object, but no sound came out. He had not realised he had spoken the name aloud but he could not deny it either.
“It’s a good thing it was me who heard, and not some random chick you were banging.”
“Screw you.” Ninomiya countered, with no real conviction.
Jun laughed. “Maybe later. I don’t think you’ll be up to much for a while.”
With begrudging amusement, Ninomiya struggled to his feet. “Whatever.” He sighed, pulling at his pants to resettle them at his waist. “Just move - I need to get cleaned up.”
“Fine, fine.” Getting to his own feet, Matsumoto stepped aside to let the man pass. While Ninomiya disappeared down the hall, Jun wandered into the kitchen looking for something to drink.
He was just finishing a glass of lukewarm tap-water when the older man returned and found him. “You really need to go shopping Nino.” Jun chided him. “I’ve never seen a fridge that empty before that wasn’t still in the showroom.”
“There is stuff in there.” Ninomiya argued.
“A single bottle of mayo and half a carton of milk aren’t exactly staples of a balanced diet.” Matsumoto pointed out.
“And I’m supposed to take diet tips from the guy who just spent ten minutes with my dick in his mouth?”
The sarcastic rhetoric caught Matsumoto by surprise. A quick glance at Ninomiya’s barely suppressed grin, however, assured him that his friend was simply messing with him. “Well, obviously I have excellent taste.” He bantered back.
“Uh huh…” Kazunari sounded unconvinced. “So what did you come here for anyway?” He continued on a more serious note.
“What?”
“Well, I doubt you showed up at this hour because you were overly concerned with the contents of my fridge.” He explained evenly. “Or the contents of my pants for that matter.”
“Ah, I nearly forgot….” Matsumoto muttered to himself chagrined. He was stricken by the realisation that the entire reason for his visit had fallen by the wayside when he had stepped through the door. As much as he had accused Ninomiya of not being himself, Jun too, had acted with uncharacteristic rashness. He privately resolved to find out exactly what was in those Chinese herbs.
Bringing himself back the matter at hand, Matsumoto sighed. “Let’s sit down first.” He suggested. “And I’ll tell you.”
The two men filed into the main room and made themselves comfortable. Sat lengthwise on the armchair with his legs thrown over the side, Ninomiya was able to face the man on his sofa directly. “Well?”
Jun cleared his throat. “Well, it is kind of about you and Aiba-chan,” He began carefully. “Did you know that Sho-kun didn’t know that you two used to….”
“Seriously!?” Ninomiya snorted. “Geez, how can he be so dense and still be alive?” Even as the insult left his lips, Ninomiya paused; the impact of Jun’s words finally sinking in. “Wait. Didn’t know? As in… he knows now?”
“Exactly.”
“But- wait a minute- it’s been like… nine years. How the hell did he just find out now?”
Matsumoto cringed. “Um… it- it just sort of came up in conversation.”
“How does something like that just ‘come up’?” Ninomiya demanded. “What the hell were you two talking about in the first place?”
“Actually… that is…” Jun stumbled to a halt, before taking a deep breath and swiftly changing the subject. “Look, that’s not important. The point is Sho-kun was pretty upset when he left.”
“OK~ but what does that have to do with you coming here?”
“Well, after kicking myself for a few hours and downing way too many Chinese herbs, it occurred to me that I should probably warn you. I mean, if we walk into work tomorrow and Sho-kun decides to take a swing at you-”
Ninomiya’s burst of staccato laughter cut Matsumoto’s explanation short. “No way!” He dismissed the notion with a shake of his head. “Even if he wanted to, Sho-kun would never do it. Besides, all he has to do is ask Aiba-chan and he’ll know that there’s nothing to worry about.”
Jun considered this for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” Ninomiya stated simply. “After all, it was so unimportant to Masaki that it wasn’t even worth mentioning, right?”
“Nino…” Matsujun began compassionately, but the smaller man continued without pause.
“Still, I’d better postpone that golf game with Aiba-chan until I’m sure Sho-kun is cool with it.”
Silently Jun nodded. After everything that had been said and done between them already, he had nothing else to add. Eventually, Ninomiya went back to his game long enough to save his progress and shut it down properly, and Matsumoto made ready to leave.
“You can stay if you want.” The sardonic young man offered just as Jun moved towards the door.
“Eh? Well… I suppose I could get some more sleep before work.” He conceded.
“Yeah, that too. But I was thinking more along the lines of keeping you off the roads right now. Obviously those mystery herbs play havoc with your self control.” Ninomiya teased.
Jun stared the man down levelly. “My self control, Nino?” He shot back calmly. “Have you already forgotten what happened to yours just a little while ago?”
“I haven’t.” The gamer replied easily. “But I’m not the control freak that you are.” He pointed out.
Jun could not argue with that logic.
To be continued…
HERE
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Well, there you have it folks: Chapter One. The official start to this fuckfest of a story. I suppose I could say that this story isn’t just linked to Spiral, but also to the two Juntoshi one-shots I wrote a while back. (I’m just bringing it all together aren’t I?) They can be found via my master post too if you feel like checking them out, but again, it’s not necessary.
The next chapter will be posted on: Tuesday 16th February *UPDATED*. If you want to keep track of this story (and all my other works) check out my master post [ HERE] I’ll keep it updated with any new information.
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥
And before we start, I’d like to wish an early ‘Happy Birthday’ to two of my friends who celebrate the anniversary of their auspicious births tomorrow. So… Happy Birthday to hippiefox & all4cyanide !!! (Incidentally, check out the comm. all4cyanide co-mods if you haven’t already. [arashicrackaday ] T’is FABULOUS!)
Chapter Specific Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature, foul language and a certain member on his knees…. Need I say more?
Title: Recoil (Chapter One ~ Duality)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 3,300
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: The two youngest members of Arashi are very different, yet alike in many ways. And a heated argument leades to some revelations that could shake the foundations of their frindship to the core....
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Recoil
Chapter One ~ Duality
Ninomiya Kazunari yanked open the door with more force than was strictly necessary, a vicious scowl twisting the corners of his mouth. Upon eyeballing the person who had been beating at his door, his expression only grew darker. “Matsu- What the hell!?” Ninomiya glared. “Go home.” He commanded, immediately attempting to shut the door.
But Matsumoto Jun had anticipated his actions. Quickly, he jammed the door open with his foot, forced his way past the smaller man and inside his friends’ home. Ninomiya was not the type to take such displeasures silently. “What are you doing?” He demanded irritably. When no answer was forthcoming, Ninomiya swung the door shut with an angry sigh and followed the intruder into his main room. “You do know it’s like, two in the morning, right?” He snapped.
“You were up anyway.” Matsumoto noted indifferently, looking pointedly towards the television. The screen clearly showed the young man paused in the middle of a game.
“Yeah, but you couldn’t have known that when you started to pummel my poor defenceless door.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh yes it does.” Ninomiya stated grimly. “Because if any of that shrapnel that passes for jewellery on your fingers, has left so much as a scratch on my door…”
“You’re really not yourself today, are you?” Matsumoto observed, advancing slowly towards the shorter man. “It hasn’t even occurred to you to wonder why I would show up at your place in the middle of the night?”
“Yeah, well,” Folding his arms across his chest and meeting Jun’s level gaze with a glare of his own, Ninomiya Kazunari stood his ground defiantly. “Someone better be dead, or you will be…”
Matsumoto blinked. “That’s pretty cruel Nino - even for you.”
“Really? That might be because I don’t take kindly to people who force their way into my house in the small hours of the morning and start lecturing me.” Ninomiya could guess why Matsumoto had felt the need to come, but he did not appreciate the gesture. He knew he had not been himself for a few days and it had bothered him personally too, but he had already started to sort himself out when Jun had appeared.
If there was one thing Ninomiya could not tolerate, it was people who stuck their nose in his business - not even well meaning friends. Especially when his only problem was a passing state-of-mind that he knew he could sort out himself in short order. He knew from experience that he simply needed to be left to his own devices for a while.
Apparently, Matsumoto had forgotten this facet of his mordant friends’ personality and had decided to intervene. And, in this matter, Jun had no way of knowing that Ninomiya was already coming to terms with things in his own way. Stood just inches from the smaller man and thereby forcing Ninomiya to look up to meet his eyes, Jun argued his point. “I don’t think so. I think this is about the fact you can’t have exactly who it is you want knocking at your door, instead of me.”
The man scoffed. “Are you high!?”
“Depends. Is it possible to get high off holistic Chinese pain medication?”
Ninomiya rolled his eyes skyward. “Go home Matsujun.” He groaned, his patience wearing thin. “I don’t need this right now.”
“This is exactly what you need right now.” Jun countered evenly. “You can’t spend the rest of your life periodically resenting the fact that the person you want will never return your feelings.”
Being told something he already knew perturbed Kazunari more than he could say. Being told this by Matsumoto, however, angered him even more. “I don’t want to hear that from you!” He snapped fiercely. “How stupid do you think I am? I’m not quite as oblivious as the other three, you know.”
“What?”
“What’s the name of the guy you’re dating this week Matsujun?” He paused long enough for the shock to register of Jun’s sculpted face and then continued brutally. “Oh, that’s right; you don’t date, do you? No, you just screw around with any guy who bends over because you’re so hung up on your first crush that you’ll never be happy with anyone else!”
Caught off-guard, Matsumoto fought to keep himself in check. “Actually, my situation has changed a bit recently-”
“Because Oh-chan let you nail him a couple of times?” Ninomiya probed scornfully.
“How did you-!?”
“Satoshi told me all about it.” The small man informed him scathingly. “But here’s the bad news, Junnosuke~ it doesn’t actually mean anything to him. You’re just a convenient way to get his rocks off.”
Suddenly on the defensive, Matsumoto was struggling to keep his composure. “At least it’s something…”
“Oh, really? Is it really?” Kazunari sneered. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life miserable and alone, on the off-chance that Oh-chan might occasionally throw you a bone? Pathetic!”
Having his own affairs thrown back at him incensed the younger man nearly beyond reason. With his greater stature as his advantage, he lunged at his friend. Grabbing the man by the collar, he drove Ninomiya back several feet to pin him at the wall. “You’re right.” He seethed through gritted teeth. “It is pathetic - I don’t want to end up like you and Aiba-chan.”
Ninomiya remained motionless and calm, despite Jun’s weight pressed against him. “If you came here to improve my mood, you’re doing a pretty shitty job.” He informed the man darkly.
Matsumoto ignored the remark and continued recklessly. “The truth is; I do want more with Leader. I want the same thing that Sho-kun and Aiba-chan share. And Leader may never give that to me, but at least I can get close. What about you, Nino? You don’t just want what they have; you want Masaki.”
The sardonic Idol did not try to deny this claim. “So what?” He demanded, defiance colouring his tone.
“So I feel sorry for you Kazu-kun.” Jun replied, his voice becoming softer. He finally released his hold on the smaller man, but kept Ninomiya pinned by bracing his arm against the wall. Slowly, deliberately, he shifted to bring his lips closer to Ninomiya’s ear as if to make sure the man could not escape his next words. “I might not have Ohno-kun in the way I want yet, but I can still try. I’m still fighting for it. And maybe that is pathetic, but I’ll never give up. Not like you.”
“Seriously Nino, the minute that those two began to show an interest in each other, you didn’t just back off from Aiba-chan: You practically shoved him at Sho-kun. If I’m pathetic for actually putting up a fight, what does that make you?”
Ninomiya shrugged. “The better man, maybe” He responded dryly.
“No!” Matsumoto corrected him, hitting the wall with the flat of his hand for emphasize. “It makes you weak.” He taunted, pressing into Ninomiya’s slight frame menacingly. “And it leaves you with nothing. Nothing but fading memories…”
Jun’s mocking whisper brushed across his rage-heated skin and Ninomiya suppressed a shudder as Matsumoto’s long body slotted over his and one bejewelled hand found its way to rest at his hip. “Memories of when Aiba-chan let you touch him. Of times when he held your cock in his hands and sent you over the edge….”
“Shut up.” Ninomiya choked out, finally losing his insolence and turning his head away in defeat.
“Why?” Jun asked relentlessly. “Does just thinking about it really affect you that much?”
Ninomiya would not admit that his tall friend was affecting him, and that it had less to do with Masaki than he thought. “Jun-” The trapped man began warningly. “Just stop it. I can’t-!” His protest was cut off with a gasp as the taller man brushed against him in exactly the wrong way.
Matsumoto paused. Holding Ninomiya’s gaze, he smiled wryly and raised a speculative eyebrow. “Aren’t you getting a little worked up over this Kazu-kun?”
Wrestling with his control, the sardonic young man tried to brazen it out. “Yeah, well - unless you plan to do something about it personally - you can get the hell out now.”
“In that case~”
For the first time that night, Ninomiya actually flinched back as Jun moved a hand to the waistband of the man’s jeans. “What are you doing!?” He hissed sharply.
“I’m taking care of it personally.”
“You must be kidding.” He levelled a hard stare at the tall man looming over him but stubbornly held himself still a Matsumoto began to palm his burgeoning erection through his pants. He would not let the younger man have the satisfaction of struggling or losing his cool. Trying to sound indifferent even as his flesh strained against Jun’s hand, he continued. “What makes you think that this is a good idea?”
“Didn’t you ever feel envious of Aiba-chan?” The lithe man prompted enigmatically. “Of how easy and uncomplicated it was for him because he didn’t care. Don’t you want to know what that’s like?”
As beads of sweat gathered at his nape and his breath caught in his throat, Ninomiya could no longer fight it. Unwillingly, his hips began to move to Matsumoto’s lazy rhythm and his fingers sought purchase on the fabric of Jun’s shirt. “Fine, do whatever you want,” He conceded at last. “Just don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
Ninomiya glared. “Don’t stop.” It was both a warning and a threat. If Matsumoto backed off now and left him in his current state, the young musician was very likely to do some damage: Probably to the dark-haired perfectionist responsible for his current predicament in the first place.
Matsumoto nodded silently. He knew better than to gloat at the other man over this small victory. This was a game better played when both participants won, after all. Wordlessly, he buried his head in the curve of Kazunari’s neck and massaged the tendons there with his lips and tongue. As he began to stroke the other man with more purpose, he used his free hand to skilfully lower the jeans that hindered his efforts and exposed the man fully to his ministrations.
Driven by pent up frustration, Ninomiya thrust shamelessly into Jun’s grip. He sought the fiction that would grant him relief with a desperate urgency. Heat consumed him, making his blood boil in his veins and his skin feel too tight for his body. Unbidden, images of the past flashed behind his eyes, and nearly undid him right then and there.
As if reading his mind, however, Matsumoto chose that moment to loosen his grip and release the smaller man. But Ninomiya’s groan of protest was cut short when the other man dropped gracefully to him knees. Using Jun’s shoulders to hold himself steady, Ninomiya knew he would not be able to hold himself back for much longer. “Ma-Matsujun… hurry up.”
Hiding a smile, Matsumoto ignore his friends’ words. The veritable perfectionist would not be rushed. “Relax Nino.” He murmured, sliding his palms over the soft skin of Ninomiya’s bare thighs. “Just enjoy it.”
“I will when you stop screwing around and let me cum already.” He hated that it sounded like he was begging, but he was so close and Jun was right there.
Matsumoto glanced up at his friend calmly. “What do you want Nino?” He asked benevolently.
Kazunari gave him a look of pure derision. “What do you think?” He replied condescendingly.
“If you want me to put my mouth to good use Nino, I want you to do the same.”
“Huh?”
Jun shrugged. “I take pride in my work and I want to hear a little feedback.”
“Like what exactly?” Suddenly, Matsumoto dipped his head and in one swift, firm motion, ran his tongue along the underside of the taut shaft. Caught by surprise, Ninomiya’s hands clamped down on Jun’s shoulders with a gasping breath and a rough curse.
“Like that.” Jun smirked. “Make some noise for me Nino. Tell me how good it feels and I’ll show you how much better it gets.”
The light of challenge lit Ninomiya’s charcoal eyes. “Make me.”
The dare was not lost on the taller man, and he never liked to back down. Leisurely, consciously, Matsumoto wrapped his lips around the tip of Ninomiya’s throbbing erection and explored every dip and ridge with his tongue. With careful swipes he savoured the silky, hot flesh and the unfamiliar taste. Even as Ninomiya clawed at his shoulders and pleaded with him to hurry, Jun took his time.
He gently worked the other man until Kazunari was practically whimpering in lust. It was only then, holding firmly to the man’s hips, that Matsumoto applied suction and took in as much of the man as he could.
“Uhn!” The sound was ripped from Kazunari’s throat as Jun buried him to the hilt. Locked within the heat of another man’s mouth, Ninomiya felt as if his whole body were alight. “So good…” He moaned, moving his hips along with the exquisite pressure building inside him.
It had been a long time since it had felt so good; a long time since he had allowed himself to so utterly lose control. Now that control had snapped and Ninomiya simply did not care. “Please Ma-Masaki…” He croaked pleadingly. “I’m so close…”
Finally prepared to oblige, Jun acknowledged his friends supplication and worked him in earnest. At the increase in speed, Ninomiya felt himself draw closer to the edge. His vision darkened and the blood pounding in his ears deafened him to his own cries. Tangling his fingers in Jun’s thick ebony hair, he thrust mindlessly into the hot well of his mouth.
“Ah - I-” All at once, every muscle in his body drew taut and the words caught in his throat. Waves of pleasure rolled over him as he came in a moment of shuddering bliss. Secondary spasms shook him for seconds afterward as Jun thoroughly milked every last drop of release from his sensitive flesh.
Just before the lingering pleasure could become painful, Matsumoto pulled away slowly and supported the man as he slid to the floor. While Ninomiya sat, spent and fighting for breath, Jun admired his handiwork with satisfaction. After a minute or two of silence, he caught the other man’s eye and smirked.
“Masaki, huh?” He teased.
Eyes wide, Ninomiya opened his mouth to object, but no sound came out. He had not realised he had spoken the name aloud but he could not deny it either.
“It’s a good thing it was me who heard, and not some random chick you were banging.”
“Screw you.” Ninomiya countered, with no real conviction.
Jun laughed. “Maybe later. I don’t think you’ll be up to much for a while.”
With begrudging amusement, Ninomiya struggled to his feet. “Whatever.” He sighed, pulling at his pants to resettle them at his waist. “Just move - I need to get cleaned up.”
“Fine, fine.” Getting to his own feet, Matsumoto stepped aside to let the man pass. While Ninomiya disappeared down the hall, Jun wandered into the kitchen looking for something to drink.
He was just finishing a glass of lukewarm tap-water when the older man returned and found him. “You really need to go shopping Nino.” Jun chided him. “I’ve never seen a fridge that empty before that wasn’t still in the showroom.”
“There is stuff in there.” Ninomiya argued.
“A single bottle of mayo and half a carton of milk aren’t exactly staples of a balanced diet.” Matsumoto pointed out.
“And I’m supposed to take diet tips from the guy who just spent ten minutes with my dick in his mouth?”
The sarcastic rhetoric caught Matsumoto by surprise. A quick glance at Ninomiya’s barely suppressed grin, however, assured him that his friend was simply messing with him. “Well, obviously I have excellent taste.” He bantered back.
“Uh huh…” Kazunari sounded unconvinced. “So what did you come here for anyway?” He continued on a more serious note.
“What?”
“Well, I doubt you showed up at this hour because you were overly concerned with the contents of my fridge.” He explained evenly. “Or the contents of my pants for that matter.”
“Ah, I nearly forgot….” Matsumoto muttered to himself chagrined. He was stricken by the realisation that the entire reason for his visit had fallen by the wayside when he had stepped through the door. As much as he had accused Ninomiya of not being himself, Jun too, had acted with uncharacteristic rashness. He privately resolved to find out exactly what was in those Chinese herbs.
Bringing himself back the matter at hand, Matsumoto sighed. “Let’s sit down first.” He suggested. “And I’ll tell you.”
The two men filed into the main room and made themselves comfortable. Sat lengthwise on the armchair with his legs thrown over the side, Ninomiya was able to face the man on his sofa directly. “Well?”
Jun cleared his throat. “Well, it is kind of about you and Aiba-chan,” He began carefully. “Did you know that Sho-kun didn’t know that you two used to….”
“Seriously!?” Ninomiya snorted. “Geez, how can he be so dense and still be alive?” Even as the insult left his lips, Ninomiya paused; the impact of Jun’s words finally sinking in. “Wait. Didn’t know? As in… he knows now?”
“Exactly.”
“But- wait a minute- it’s been like… nine years. How the hell did he just find out now?”
Matsumoto cringed. “Um… it- it just sort of came up in conversation.”
“How does something like that just ‘come up’?” Ninomiya demanded. “What the hell were you two talking about in the first place?”
“Actually… that is…” Jun stumbled to a halt, before taking a deep breath and swiftly changing the subject. “Look, that’s not important. The point is Sho-kun was pretty upset when he left.”
“OK~ but what does that have to do with you coming here?”
“Well, after kicking myself for a few hours and downing way too many Chinese herbs, it occurred to me that I should probably warn you. I mean, if we walk into work tomorrow and Sho-kun decides to take a swing at you-”
Ninomiya’s burst of staccato laughter cut Matsumoto’s explanation short. “No way!” He dismissed the notion with a shake of his head. “Even if he wanted to, Sho-kun would never do it. Besides, all he has to do is ask Aiba-chan and he’ll know that there’s nothing to worry about.”
Jun considered this for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” Ninomiya stated simply. “After all, it was so unimportant to Masaki that it wasn’t even worth mentioning, right?”
“Nino…” Matsujun began compassionately, but the smaller man continued without pause.
“Still, I’d better postpone that golf game with Aiba-chan until I’m sure Sho-kun is cool with it.”
Silently Jun nodded. After everything that had been said and done between them already, he had nothing else to add. Eventually, Ninomiya went back to his game long enough to save his progress and shut it down properly, and Matsumoto made ready to leave.
“You can stay if you want.” The sardonic young man offered just as Jun moved towards the door.
“Eh? Well… I suppose I could get some more sleep before work.” He conceded.
“Yeah, that too. But I was thinking more along the lines of keeping you off the roads right now. Obviously those mystery herbs play havoc with your self control.” Ninomiya teased.
Jun stared the man down levelly. “My self control, Nino?” He shot back calmly. “Have you already forgotten what happened to yours just a little while ago?”
“I haven’t.” The gamer replied easily. “But I’m not the control freak that you are.” He pointed out.
Jun could not argue with that logic.
To be continued…
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Well, there you have it folks: Chapter One. The official start to this fuckfest of a story. I suppose I could say that this story isn’t just linked to Spiral, but also to the two Juntoshi one-shots I wrote a while back. (I’m just bringing it all together aren’t I?) They can be found via my master post too if you feel like checking them out, but again, it’s not necessary.
The next chapter will be posted on: Tuesday 16th February *UPDATED*. If you want to keep track of this story (and all my other works) check out my master post [ HERE] I’ll keep it updated with any new information.
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥