Series: Days (2)
Title: Days
Episode: 2
Genre: Romance, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jun/Toma (Junma)
Beta:
laurachan2
Disclaimer: Arashi and Toma belong to JE. Mao's artistic talents belong to Seventh Avenue. I'm only using them as characters for my fic and am not making any profit out of this. This is written for entertaining purposes only. Absolutely no redistribution!
Warning: Slightly kinky - meaning some bondage and slight S&M involved. Please do not proceed if that isn't up your alley.
Notes: This will soon turn into a soap opera style drama, angst and romance. Ohmiya and Sakuraiba will make their appearances in later chapters.
( Episode 1 )
“Cut!” the director yelled on the set of VS. The members started interacting with the audience and the guests. Jun went backstage to get a drink. It had been a week since Jun had attempted a romantic seduction in Toma’s apartment. He was happy to be in his own thoughts when they were asked to regroup again to try another game.
‘I wonder if I can slip into Toma’s apartment again tonight. I haven’t seen him in a week. I wouldn’t look too desperate…would I?’ He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he was supposed to catch the falling pipes. He blushed and bowed down to the members apologizing profusely, when the members started to yell and make excuses.
Toma chuckled softly as he watched Jun miss the pipes. He had a day off and had decided to visit Jun. The producer had recognized Toma and had let him stay in the back of the set. Arashi members hadn’t noticed Toma’s arrival and that was fine with him. As the show was being wrapped up, Toma slipped away from the studio and into Jun’s dressing room. He was glad that the members got their own dressing rooms these days and didn’t have to share one room.
Toma closed the door to Jun’s dressing room and stood to the side anticipating Jun’s arrival eagerly. He could hear the members talking loudly outside and the staff thanking everyone for their hard work. His heart beat loudly in his ears as the doorknob turned. As soon as the door opened and a sneaker-ed foot stepped in, Toma wrapped his arms around the person’s body tightly.
There was a loud squeak from below him and Toma wondered when Jun had shrunk in size. Jun’s head was barely reaching Toma’s shoulder and his body size was smaller than he remembered from a week ago. Opening his eyes Toma gasped as he found himself staring into Jun’s eyes. Jun’s eyebrow had risen in a question, his arms were crossed and one of his feet was tapping against the floor impatiently.
‘If Jun is standing there, then who is in my arms?’ Toma thought and released the struggling body. His face went pale at seeing Mao gasping for air, close to tears.
“I’m so sorry Inoue-san. I didn’t think… I thought…” Toma stuttered for the right words staring from Mao to Jun.
Jun sighed and walked over to Mao. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked her in, talking to her softly, “I’m sorry. Toma didn’t mean any harm. He was just confused. Don’t cry now…”
Mao grabbed a tissue from the counter and dabbing her eyes, she nodded her head, “I was just startled.”
Toma stood at the door with a frown on his face. ‘Since when did Jun and Mao get so close? I thought they were just acting cozy for the sake of the movie promotion.’
Mao smiled up at Toma and Jun, “I’m okay now. It looks like you’re busy now Jun. I’ll call you again.” Bowing to them, she took her leave immediately, brushing past stone-still Toma.
Jun walked behind her and with a smile, he waved his goodbye to her; “I’ll be waiting for your call then.”
Once she had turned the corner, Jun closed the door softly and turned around to lean against the closed door. “So Toma, what brings you here?” The soft click of the lock being turned in sounded like thunder in the silent room.
Toma blinked and turned around, “Umm, well, I just wanted to see you.”
“Oh really?” Jun narrowed his eyes and casually wrapped an arm around Toma’s shoulder, “Why don’t we sit down over there and talk?”
Toma gulped, suddenly nervous about Jun’s calm and quiet attitude as he walked towards the couch, “Yeah. I wanted to…”
Toma’s words trailed off into a squeak as Jun pulled Toma’s t-shirt over his head. Jun pushed him onto the couch and knelt in front of him, “Yes? You wanted to what?”
Toma let out a nervous laugh as Jun unbuckled his belt and proceeded to remove the pants, “I wanted to…surprise you… coz I missed you…”
Jun tossed the pants over his shoulder and trapped Toma between his arms, “You missed me? Was that why I saw you hugging Mao-chan at the door?”
Toma shook his head in denial, “No…no. I thought that …”
Jun gripped Toma’s shoulder, leaning in to whisper softly in Toma’s ear, “Thought what?”
Toma let out a soft cry as Jun bit down gently on his earlobe, “That it was you…”
Jun pulled away from Toma and sat down on the coffee table staring at Toma’s face, “Me? Did that small body feel like me to you? You need to be punished for that Toma. Hugging a girl in my dressing room, in front of me!”
Toma shook his head, but his body turned hard at the mention of punishment. He panted softly thrusting gently towards Jun, thoughts about Mao completely forgotten by now, “Yes. I suppose I need to be punished for that…”
Jun picked up a discarded neck tie and measured its length, eyes focused on Toma’s face, “Stand up and walk over to that chair.”
Toma took a deep breath and did as he was instructed and stood by the side of the chair looking at Jun. His eyes were completely clouded with desire. Jun smiled slowly and walked towards Toma, playing with the tie. When he reached Toma’s side, he calmly positioned Toma behind the chair, and proceeded to bind Toma’s hands to the chair with the tie he had been playing with. Smirking at Toma’s gasp, Jun looked down Toma’s body and paused at the boxers.
“Well, these will just get in the way, won’t they?” Jun asked playing with the elastic band.
Toma panted in anticipation and nodded his head, “Yes they will. You’ll just have to remove them, so that I can be thoroughly punished!”
Jun laughed kneeling behind Toma and pulled down the boxers. Toma stepped out of them and thrust his butt out slightly. Jun laughed again throwing the boxers away and stood up, his index finger grazing Toma’s body. “It isn’t convenient if you’re just standing there… Bend over that chair,” Jun instructed again.
Toma obediently bent over the chair, his butt automatically thrust high up in air towards Jun. Jun smirked as he circled Toma once, in approval. He gently stroked Toma’s smooth, pale ass. Jun’s smile lit up his face in delight as his fingers traced a line across Toma’s hard member, “My, my. What do we have here? I have barely touched you and you’re already this hard and ready? Is my Toma that eager to be punished today?”
Toma blushed, but nodded his head in reply to Jun’s question; his voice was strangled as he answered, “Yes. Please punish me. I have been so naughty!”
His reply earned him a nice hard smack against one of his ass cheeks. Toma clenched his eyes shut and gasped in surprise. As the resounding echo of the slap settled down in the large room, Toma’s ass turned red with the imprint of Jun’s palm. “Well now. We can’t leave a print on just one side. That is so not fair to the other side,” Jun whispered in Toma’s ear and immediately followed the whisper with another smack.
Toma jerked forward, groaning, his hard member straining for any kind of stimulation. “Oops! I seemed to have struck the same side again. How terribly forgetful of me,” Jun giggled pulling away from Toma.
When Toma didn’t feel Jun’s hands for another couple of minutes, he opened his eyes and was surprised to be staring at Jun. Panting softly, Toma shook his head, “No. Please don’t stop!”
“You’re so twisted, do you know that Toma?” Jun asked as he walked over to the sink, picked up a towel, wet it and rolled it. He brought the wet towel to Toma and started smacking Toma. Each smack eliciting a pain-filled yet pleasured moan from Toma. His member hard and straining for release. When Jun finally stopped and threw the towel aside, Toma whimpered, thrusting his hips into air, uselessly seeking stimulation, “Please Jun. Give me release!”
Jun moaned softly looking down at Toma’s exposed ass, now completely red. His own member had turned hard and painful with each smack he had delivered to Toma. Stroking Toma’s ass gently, he leaned over Toma and whispered again in Toma’s ear, “You want release that badly?”
Toma was only able to manage a nod. At the nod Jun gently thrust his crotch against Toma’s ass, eliciting a yelp. Giggling at the yelp Jun spoke out loud, “I don’t believe your ass can take it. Oh what do we do now? Such a dilemma!”
Toma shook his head, hardly able to form coherent sentences anymore, “H-hand…use your hand…”
Jun frowned and walked around the chair and knelt in front of Toma, “But that would leave me completely unsatisfied.”
“S-suck you….” Toma panted again, eyes on Jun’s smirking face.
Jun smiled unzipping his jeans, and pushing down the boxers and jeans to knee level. With one leg knelt on the chair, Jun thrust his member against Toma’s lips. Toma instinctively parted his lips and took Jun into his mouth. As Toma sucked on Jun, Jun bent over Toma’s back and reached around to grab Toma’s straining member. They let out simultaneous moans at the friction caused by the other and thrust into each other.
They continued pleasuring each other for few more minutes before Toma finally pulled away from Jun and pleaded, “Please Jun. I can’t take this anymore!”
Toma’s plea brought Jun over and with a grunt he released himself all over Toma’s face. Jun’s hand tightened around Toma’s member, the pressure and Jun’s release pushing Toma over the edge. Toma came all over Jun’s fingers, the chair and the floor. Panting softly, Jun pulled one end of the tie, releasing Toma from his bondage. Toma slid to the floor and winced as his ass came in contact with the carpet.
They stayed as they were for a few precious minutes, tired and catching their breaths. When they both came to, they looked at each other and laughed. Jun pulled out a couple of tissues from a box and cleaned his fingers and member slowly. He then stood up and pulling his boxers and jeans up, went to the sink, wet another towel and came back to clean Toma’s face and member. Once they were clean, Toma stood up to search for his clothes, a smile playing on his face.
He winced again as his boxers fit snuggly against his sore ass. He had been thoughtful enough to wear baggy pants, which left him with some imaginary comfort. As Toma was pulling his t-shirt, Jun looked up from buttoning his shirt, “So, why did you come here? It must have been important if you couldn’t tell the difference between me and Mao-chan!”
Mention of Mao’s name evaporated the happiness in him instantly. His smile turned into a frown and he shook his head. ‘I can’t tell him I came here to confess to him. I can’t even tell him I had planned for a romantic night out. Why would Mao be here anyway? Unless Jun invited her over. Perhaps he is just playing around with me. After all, we never said we were dating or were a couple. Besides everyone says him and Mao make such a cute couple.’
Toma was lost in his depressing thoughts and didn’t notice Jun come up behind him. When a hand came down on his shoulder, Toma snapped out of his thoughts and turned around.
“What were you thinking? You looked so serious for a second there,” Jun turned Toma around to face him.
Toma pushed Jun away, “No. It’s nothing important.”
Jun frowned catching Toma by his elbow, “Something seems to be bothering you.”
Toma pushed Jun away and walked towards the door, “Nothing. Stop pestering me!”
With those words Toma unlocked the door and strode out of the room. As the door closed behind Toma, Jun stood in the middle of his dressing room, shocked at his lover’s outburst. Neither of the guys knew that the other person was as depressed as they were at Toma’s abrupt and angry departure.
[To Be Continued]
[End of Episode 2]
Comments are appreciated and welcomed.
Episode: 2
Genre: Romance, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jun/Toma (Junma)
Beta:
laurachan2
Disclaimer: Arashi and Toma belong to JE. Mao's artistic talents belong to Seventh Avenue. I'm only using them as characters for my fic and am not making any profit out of this. This is written for entertaining purposes only. Absolutely no redistribution!
Warning: Slightly kinky - meaning some bondage and slight S&M involved. Please do not proceed if that isn't up your alley.
Notes: This will soon turn into a soap opera style drama, angst and romance. Ohmiya and Sakuraiba will make their appearances in later chapters.
( Episode 1 )
“Cut!” the director yelled on the set of VS. The members started interacting with the audience and the guests. Jun went backstage to get a drink. It had been a week since Jun had attempted a romantic seduction in Toma’s apartment. He was happy to be in his own thoughts when they were asked to regroup again to try another game.
‘I wonder if I can slip into Toma’s apartment again tonight. I haven’t seen him in a week. I wouldn’t look too desperate…would I?’ He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he was supposed to catch the falling pipes. He blushed and bowed down to the members apologizing profusely, when the members started to yell and make excuses.
Toma chuckled softly as he watched Jun miss the pipes. He had a day off and had decided to visit Jun. The producer had recognized Toma and had let him stay in the back of the set. Arashi members hadn’t noticed Toma’s arrival and that was fine with him. As the show was being wrapped up, Toma slipped away from the studio and into Jun’s dressing room. He was glad that the members got their own dressing rooms these days and didn’t have to share one room.
Toma closed the door to Jun’s dressing room and stood to the side anticipating Jun’s arrival eagerly. He could hear the members talking loudly outside and the staff thanking everyone for their hard work. His heart beat loudly in his ears as the doorknob turned. As soon as the door opened and a sneaker-ed foot stepped in, Toma wrapped his arms around the person’s body tightly.
There was a loud squeak from below him and Toma wondered when Jun had shrunk in size. Jun’s head was barely reaching Toma’s shoulder and his body size was smaller than he remembered from a week ago. Opening his eyes Toma gasped as he found himself staring into Jun’s eyes. Jun’s eyebrow had risen in a question, his arms were crossed and one of his feet was tapping against the floor impatiently.
‘If Jun is standing there, then who is in my arms?’ Toma thought and released the struggling body. His face went pale at seeing Mao gasping for air, close to tears.
“I’m so sorry Inoue-san. I didn’t think… I thought…” Toma stuttered for the right words staring from Mao to Jun.
Jun sighed and walked over to Mao. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked her in, talking to her softly, “I’m sorry. Toma didn’t mean any harm. He was just confused. Don’t cry now…”
Mao grabbed a tissue from the counter and dabbing her eyes, she nodded her head, “I was just startled.”
Toma stood at the door with a frown on his face. ‘Since when did Jun and Mao get so close? I thought they were just acting cozy for the sake of the movie promotion.’
Mao smiled up at Toma and Jun, “I’m okay now. It looks like you’re busy now Jun. I’ll call you again.” Bowing to them, she took her leave immediately, brushing past stone-still Toma.
Jun walked behind her and with a smile, he waved his goodbye to her; “I’ll be waiting for your call then.”
Once she had turned the corner, Jun closed the door softly and turned around to lean against the closed door. “So Toma, what brings you here?” The soft click of the lock being turned in sounded like thunder in the silent room.
Toma blinked and turned around, “Umm, well, I just wanted to see you.”
“Oh really?” Jun narrowed his eyes and casually wrapped an arm around Toma’s shoulder, “Why don’t we sit down over there and talk?”
Toma gulped, suddenly nervous about Jun’s calm and quiet attitude as he walked towards the couch, “Yeah. I wanted to…”
Toma’s words trailed off into a squeak as Jun pulled Toma’s t-shirt over his head. Jun pushed him onto the couch and knelt in front of him, “Yes? You wanted to what?”
Toma let out a nervous laugh as Jun unbuckled his belt and proceeded to remove the pants, “I wanted to…surprise you… coz I missed you…”
Jun tossed the pants over his shoulder and trapped Toma between his arms, “You missed me? Was that why I saw you hugging Mao-chan at the door?”
Toma shook his head in denial, “No…no. I thought that …”
Jun gripped Toma’s shoulder, leaning in to whisper softly in Toma’s ear, “Thought what?”
Toma let out a soft cry as Jun bit down gently on his earlobe, “That it was you…”
Jun pulled away from Toma and sat down on the coffee table staring at Toma’s face, “Me? Did that small body feel like me to you? You need to be punished for that Toma. Hugging a girl in my dressing room, in front of me!”
Toma shook his head, but his body turned hard at the mention of punishment. He panted softly thrusting gently towards Jun, thoughts about Mao completely forgotten by now, “Yes. I suppose I need to be punished for that…”
Jun picked up a discarded neck tie and measured its length, eyes focused on Toma’s face, “Stand up and walk over to that chair.”
Toma took a deep breath and did as he was instructed and stood by the side of the chair looking at Jun. His eyes were completely clouded with desire. Jun smiled slowly and walked towards Toma, playing with the tie. When he reached Toma’s side, he calmly positioned Toma behind the chair, and proceeded to bind Toma’s hands to the chair with the tie he had been playing with. Smirking at Toma’s gasp, Jun looked down Toma’s body and paused at the boxers.
“Well, these will just get in the way, won’t they?” Jun asked playing with the elastic band.
Toma panted in anticipation and nodded his head, “Yes they will. You’ll just have to remove them, so that I can be thoroughly punished!”
Jun laughed kneeling behind Toma and pulled down the boxers. Toma stepped out of them and thrust his butt out slightly. Jun laughed again throwing the boxers away and stood up, his index finger grazing Toma’s body. “It isn’t convenient if you’re just standing there… Bend over that chair,” Jun instructed again.
Toma obediently bent over the chair, his butt automatically thrust high up in air towards Jun. Jun smirked as he circled Toma once, in approval. He gently stroked Toma’s smooth, pale ass. Jun’s smile lit up his face in delight as his fingers traced a line across Toma’s hard member, “My, my. What do we have here? I have barely touched you and you’re already this hard and ready? Is my Toma that eager to be punished today?”
Toma blushed, but nodded his head in reply to Jun’s question; his voice was strangled as he answered, “Yes. Please punish me. I have been so naughty!”
His reply earned him a nice hard smack against one of his ass cheeks. Toma clenched his eyes shut and gasped in surprise. As the resounding echo of the slap settled down in the large room, Toma’s ass turned red with the imprint of Jun’s palm. “Well now. We can’t leave a print on just one side. That is so not fair to the other side,” Jun whispered in Toma’s ear and immediately followed the whisper with another smack.
Toma jerked forward, groaning, his hard member straining for any kind of stimulation. “Oops! I seemed to have struck the same side again. How terribly forgetful of me,” Jun giggled pulling away from Toma.
When Toma didn’t feel Jun’s hands for another couple of minutes, he opened his eyes and was surprised to be staring at Jun. Panting softly, Toma shook his head, “No. Please don’t stop!”
“You’re so twisted, do you know that Toma?” Jun asked as he walked over to the sink, picked up a towel, wet it and rolled it. He brought the wet towel to Toma and started smacking Toma. Each smack eliciting a pain-filled yet pleasured moan from Toma. His member hard and straining for release. When Jun finally stopped and threw the towel aside, Toma whimpered, thrusting his hips into air, uselessly seeking stimulation, “Please Jun. Give me release!”
Jun moaned softly looking down at Toma’s exposed ass, now completely red. His own member had turned hard and painful with each smack he had delivered to Toma. Stroking Toma’s ass gently, he leaned over Toma and whispered again in Toma’s ear, “You want release that badly?”
Toma was only able to manage a nod. At the nod Jun gently thrust his crotch against Toma’s ass, eliciting a yelp. Giggling at the yelp Jun spoke out loud, “I don’t believe your ass can take it. Oh what do we do now? Such a dilemma!”
Toma shook his head, hardly able to form coherent sentences anymore, “H-hand…use your hand…”
Jun frowned and walked around the chair and knelt in front of Toma, “But that would leave me completely unsatisfied.”
“S-suck you….” Toma panted again, eyes on Jun’s smirking face.
Jun smiled unzipping his jeans, and pushing down the boxers and jeans to knee level. With one leg knelt on the chair, Jun thrust his member against Toma’s lips. Toma instinctively parted his lips and took Jun into his mouth. As Toma sucked on Jun, Jun bent over Toma’s back and reached around to grab Toma’s straining member. They let out simultaneous moans at the friction caused by the other and thrust into each other.
They continued pleasuring each other for few more minutes before Toma finally pulled away from Jun and pleaded, “Please Jun. I can’t take this anymore!”
Toma’s plea brought Jun over and with a grunt he released himself all over Toma’s face. Jun’s hand tightened around Toma’s member, the pressure and Jun’s release pushing Toma over the edge. Toma came all over Jun’s fingers, the chair and the floor. Panting softly, Jun pulled one end of the tie, releasing Toma from his bondage. Toma slid to the floor and winced as his ass came in contact with the carpet.
They stayed as they were for a few precious minutes, tired and catching their breaths. When they both came to, they looked at each other and laughed. Jun pulled out a couple of tissues from a box and cleaned his fingers and member slowly. He then stood up and pulling his boxers and jeans up, went to the sink, wet another towel and came back to clean Toma’s face and member. Once they were clean, Toma stood up to search for his clothes, a smile playing on his face.
He winced again as his boxers fit snuggly against his sore ass. He had been thoughtful enough to wear baggy pants, which left him with some imaginary comfort. As Toma was pulling his t-shirt, Jun looked up from buttoning his shirt, “So, why did you come here? It must have been important if you couldn’t tell the difference between me and Mao-chan!”
Mention of Mao’s name evaporated the happiness in him instantly. His smile turned into a frown and he shook his head. ‘I can’t tell him I came here to confess to him. I can’t even tell him I had planned for a romantic night out. Why would Mao be here anyway? Unless Jun invited her over. Perhaps he is just playing around with me. After all, we never said we were dating or were a couple. Besides everyone says him and Mao make such a cute couple.’
Toma was lost in his depressing thoughts and didn’t notice Jun come up behind him. When a hand came down on his shoulder, Toma snapped out of his thoughts and turned around.
“What were you thinking? You looked so serious for a second there,” Jun turned Toma around to face him.
Toma pushed Jun away, “No. It’s nothing important.”
Jun frowned catching Toma by his elbow, “Something seems to be bothering you.”
Toma pushed Jun away and walked towards the door, “Nothing. Stop pestering me!”
With those words Toma unlocked the door and strode out of the room. As the door closed behind Toma, Jun stood in the middle of his dressing room, shocked at his lover’s outburst. Neither of the guys knew that the other person was as depressed as they were at Toma’s abrupt and angry departure.
[To Be Continued]
[End of Episode 2]
Comments are appreciated and welcomed.