Title: Nino's Gift
Drabble? 874wc
Rating: Pg
Pairs: None, but suggested Ohmiya and Juntoshi
Genre: Fluff~
Summary: Nino always gives weird presents...what will Jun get this year?
DC: I don't own arashi, or Jun's turtles. Don't expect to find accurate representations of the true member's personalities, or even what Jun really received for his birthday.
Nino had been known to give strange presents on gift giving occasions. It lead the recipients to avoid all mentions and remindings that a special day was on the horizon, when Nino was in the room. But no matter how hard they tried, Nino knew. He always knew. And he always gave.
Today, it was Jun’s turn. He had tried to run, tried to hide, but again Nino knew. And Nino found him.
“Happy Birthday, MatsuJun.” Uttered the sadistic small man standing at the door.
“Thanks….Nino.” Jun swallowed. After years of being friends with Nino, he realized the unavoidable time had come.
“You know I have something I want to give you, on this big day of yours.”
Jun nodded, eyes growing wide despite himself, because Nino wasn’t holding a mysterious box, bag or even a jar with something unpleasant inside. His hands were empty.
“But you’ll have to come with me to get it. I set it up in Arashi's break room, because I wasn’t aware that you preferred Kanjani8’s room.” Nino beckoned Jun to the door with a lazy wave.
Actually, Jun preferred Arashi’s room, he had just hoped that Nino wouldn’t put in enough effort to look for him in Kanjani8’s. Jun made a mental note to go to Hey Say Jump’s room next year. Nino loathed that room, and wouldn’t subject himself to the torture of looking beyond the door.
“Come on Jun, do you want your present or don’t you?” Nino crossed his arms, and tapped his foot.
“Do you want me to answer that honestly?“ Sighing, Jun stood from Kanjani8’s couch, and followed Nino down the hall, deciding that it was better to get things over with sooner then later.
“Oh, but I think you’ll like this year’s present.” Nino rubbed his hands together in a way that was unmistakably evil.
“I’m….excited…but you didn’t have too…”
“I know. But I did, so take it like a man, or else I’ll be offended.” Nino warned, smirking, and still rubbing his hands together.
Though Jun was quite perturbed at Nino’s seemingly teasing threat, (because Nino’s offence would come in the form of an even worse Christmas gift) he did his best not to let it show on his face as they come to a stop outside of Arashi’s ready room.
“Okay, close your eyes, and open them when I say so.”
“What, are you Aiba now?” But Jun closed his eyes, trying not to think about the sight that would greet him behind the door.
The click of the handle….the creek of the door…
And silence.
“Okay, and open!” Nino directed, and Jun obliged by opening his eyes…but closed them again, quickly, thinking he had missed something.
When nothing changed after blinking several times, he turned to Nino, suspecting a prank was at play.
“Nino…there’s nothing new in there.”
“There is, look again.” Nino grinned that, ‘This is why I’m better then you’ smile, and Jun fought down the desire to snarl a snappy remark, and storm off.
With a patient exhale, Jun looked into the break room again, where Ohno was smiling at him happily from one of the couches. The walls, the tables, everything was the same as it was yesterday.
“Nino…I don’t understand, are you giving me the room or something? ” Jun finally admitted, wondering if Nino’s enlightenment would be his gift this year, rather then a physical gift.
“Nope. Just the man on the couch for about…five minutes.” Nino smiled, very satisfied at Jun’s shocked expression. “I’ll be watching you of course, so you don’t take things too far. And if you touch his ass, I‘ll cut off your arm.” Nino’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
Jun didn’t really know what to make of the sudden gift of Ohno, who was still smiling happily on the couch, obviously knowing that he was a present. Jun then noted a small bow taped to Ohno’s shirt, over his heart. “Oh…but…I…I really don’t need an Ohno this year, Nino…He might eat my turtles…” Jun floundered, trying to back out of the room, but Nino caught his arm, and lead him to Ohno’s couch.
“He won’t eat your turtles…I fed him earlier, don’t worry.” Nino patted Jun’s arm. “Now sit here.” And Jun sat. Next to Ohno. Nino took up a spot on the opposite couch, and checked his watch. “Okay, you’ve got five minutes. Go.”
“But Nino…” Jun protested. “No offense Riida but I--” Smiling, Ohno gently pulled Jun’s head down to rest in his lap.
“Happy Birthday, Jun.” Ohno smiled.
“Oh…hey….you’re kind of… comfortable…” Jun rolled his shoulders to find the best position, and let his head rest against Ohno’s thigh. Suddenly drowsy, Jun’s eyelids became heavy and he let them close, drifting off to sleep almost instantly.
When Jun awoke sometime later, to Aiba and Sho’s loud arrival of Happy Birthdays, Jun was alone on the couch. Ohno having switched to Nino's couch, where he was playing his DS resting his head against Ohno’s thigh.
Nino looked over and winked once before returning his attention to the battle at hand.
Next year, Jun decided, as he opened the remaining, less relaxing presents from Aiba and Sho, he wouldn’t bother hiding from Nino’s present. Perhaps he’d get ten minutes with Ohno, instead of five.
Title: Narcissus
Drabble? 592wc
Rating: NC-17 (for nudity, and jerking off)
Pair: Jun/Jun (yeah...)
Genre: Smut?...I dunno...
Summary: Because the best thing you can give MatsuJun...is a mirror.
DC/WARNINGS: I don't own Arashi, nor do I think Matsujun behaves anything like this in real life. This fic contains just plain weird/disturbing descriptions of Jun doing NC-17 rated things by himself and enjoying it. Do not proceed if you dislike such things, or would deem doing such things to ones self disgusting. You have been warned.
Note: This stems from that pairing generator which spewed Jun/Jun yesterday...and is, by all accounts, one of the most sordid things I've ever written....so I'll share it with you I guess...
It was midnight. Matsumoto Jun walked into his bedroom in his red silk bathrobe. The room was in its normal and comforting state of organized disarray. He went to the bedside table, and flicked on the lamp, casting a soft yellow light about the room.
Jun walked to the bookshelf next to his dresser, and removed a few well hidden magazines, personally selected from the bookstore, and purchased with only a little shame.
With the small stack in hand, Jun took a step back to the bed, before changing his mind, and switching directions to the full body mirror near his large closet, which he wheeled to the foot of his bed.
Mirror in place, Jun sat in the middle of his king sized bed, and spread out the magazines, flipping directly to the best pages that had been bookmarked with post-it tabs.
With a fan of magazines displaying suggestive amounts of flesh fanned out on his covers, Jun felt up along the hem of his silk robe, to his inner thighs, which he caressed lazily with the pads of his fingertips.
Jun’s eyes seemed to concentrate on one picture in particular…a chest with tone, color and shape so perfect, he could see the photo-shopping that modified the true body.
His body.
Jun’s left hand moved from his inner thigh to his most sensitive extremity, when his eyes moved to an issue of Cinema Square. A strong throb pulsed in his hand, as he gazed down at those glasses between those pink luscious lips. The very same glasses he was wearing now. The thought brought another surge of blood rush into his stiff limb.
When his attention diverted to the myriad of seductive half naked bedroom shots, Jun’s stroking came quicker, gripping, scratching, and twisting along the shaft. His other hand snuck up the silk robe across an expertly waxed chest to his nipples, pinching and tweaking each one into a hardened bead.
Breathing heavily in his heightened state of arousal, Jun leaned back against the head board, and let the red silk robe slip from his shoulders, gathering about his elbows. He nearly came when he caught sight of himself in the mirror, the red swathed temptress trapped in the mirror, flush faced, and panting in a desperate need to be satisfied.
Mesmerized by the mirror, Jun let the hand that was to playing with his nipples, feel it’s way slowly along his body to the hole. As Jun teased and stretched his entrance, sliding his fingers in and out, he continued to caress and fondle his straining member, in a well practiced pattern.
Jun licked his lips hungrily as he observed himself in the mirror, his active body parts working in unison to indulge their master. What he wouldn’t do to be on the other side of that glass, embracing himself…
With a final look at his flushed and aroused state, Jun shuddered with a groan of naughty pleasure, and came, soiling his robe, and bedcovers.
Jun continued to observe himself in the mirror, all throughout the acme, and even after, as his breathing steadied, and pulse calmed.
He didn’t know when it started…this obsession with himself. Probably during his formative teen years, when he practiced kissing the mirror over and over preparing himself for kiss scenes in future dramas.
Since then, Jun had women, many women…..he even had men…but no one was good enough. No one could satisfy him the same way he did.
He didn’t need a lover, a partner, or even a sex friend.
All Jun needed….no, all Jun wanted was himself.