52 - still_ciircee
This takes place during Part 47 and several many hours after Part 48. I am so mean to the timeline. Sorry, Erica. If it helps, I think it's a problem worth dealing with? orz
Written in about two hours-if you notice anything terribly off, please let me know.
Jun joined Satoshi in his usual booth, flicking a quick glance at the pass-through window to make sure that Nino and Aiba were still absorbed with the minor flood in the kitchen. "I need you to keep Masaki with you tonight," he said, turning his gaze on Ohno.
"No," Satoshi said peacefully.
"Because you know he-what?" Jun interrupted himself.
Ohno scratched his chin. "No?" he offered.
Jun was a bit taken aback. "Look, we all agreed to shun Sho for the night, right?"
"Uh-huh," Ohno nodded, his face a mask of perfect concentration.
"And you know Masaki will try and go to him, right?"
Ohno looked to be considering that. "Yeah," he agreed at last.
"I close the diner tonight," Jun went on carefully.
"Yeah, it's your night to close," Ohno put in with another nod.
"So I need you and Nino to keep Masaki busy tonight so that he won't go to Sho," he finished, looking meaningfully toward the kitchen.
"No," Ohno repeated. "Can't," he amended when Jun opened his mouth. Jun didn't miss the way his oldest friend's hands curled around his glass. "Not tonight."
Jun looked back at the kitchen, at Nino laughing with Aiba. "Satoshi…" But really, he thought, what could he say? What could he do? There was nothing for it.
Ohno smiled at him and leaned across the table to kiss his cheek. "Jun-chan worries too much," he said softly.
"Matsumoto," Nino came out of the kitchen. "You're the one who broke the tap so why are Aiba and I the only ones who-"
Jun was sincerely glad that the diner was empty as he watched Ohno pull Nino over the counter and fasten his mouth to the hollow of Nino's throat.
"Oh fuck," Nino moaned, hands scrabbling at Ohno's shoulders. "Satoshi."
Ohno set him calmly back on his feet, a dark mark blooming under Nino's pale skin. "I'll be at home," he said, nodding to Jun as he headed to the door.
"Wow," Aiba said from the kitchen. "I really hope you're not planning on sitting a lot tomorrow, Nino."
Nino blinked at the closing diner door, looking drugged. "I am not feeling well," he enunciated carefully. "I think I need to go home and lie down."
Since Nino had just given him the key to this whole 'keep Aiba under control' thing Jun thought that he should really take Nino's apron for himself and shoo the other man along out the door. Except he needed Nino to stay and cook and possibly help with the tables and definitely to clean up the kitchen. He whacked him on the back of the head. "Get laid on your own time," he said, going to the office, "I have a phone call to make and you have a kitchen to clean up."
"Mum?"
Jun looked up, hours and hours later, to see Aiba staring at his mother. He smiled and turned back to doing the dishes. Nino paused in cleaning the grill to look through the window at the room.
"I'm here to pick you up and take you back home!" Aiba's mother said, beaming at her son.
Jun scrubbed another plate and moved it to other sink to rinse.
"But-" Jun could feel Aiba's eyes land on him. "But I'm helping Jun and Nino close and then I…I have a room at Mao's, you know, and I might help her with…something. At the Bed and Breakfast. Fixing something. For Mao."
"Ah, Jun didn't mention any of that!"
"…Jun didn't?" said Aiba.
"When he called to ask me to come and get you. He said you had a rough day and needed to spend time with Daddy and Brother and me tonight."
Nino went back to cleaning the grill, cheerful and serene. "Not that I didn't already know this, but you are an evil, evil man, Matsumoto Jun."
Jun grabbed the rinse hose. "It's just because Satoshi refused to take him home with you guys tonight."
Nino didn't reply and in the silence between them, Jun heard Aiba's mum say "And it'll be so good to have you home for a while before you leave again!"
"Ah," Aiba said. "Let me just-"
"Don't even start," Jun said without looking up from the dishes as the kitchen door swung open. "Everybody and his blind, deaf, dumb dog knows that you're going to try to go to Sho tonight."
Aiba shifted nervously behind him, letting out a strangled giggle. "We all agreed," he said.
"You're an idiot," said Nino, giving the grill a final wipe. "I'm done so I'm out of here, all right?"
"Whatever," Jun told him, waving off handedly as Nino hung up his apron and let himself out the back door.
"Nino could be planning to sneak off and see Sh-okay, no," Aiba started, cutting himself off as Jun trained a heavy look on him. "But you didn't have to call my mum," he muttered, shoulders slumping.
He tugged a handful of Aiba's hair sharply. "Yes, I did."
Aiba's lashes lowered. "I could have gone home with you," he said quietly.
In that moment he loved Aiba so much that the ache of it was as beautiful as it was bittersweet. "Go home. Stay put," Jun ordered, letting go.
"You could be planning to sneak off and see Sho-chan!" Aiba said, folding his arms resolutely. "You should come home with me and I-"
Jun gave him a level stare.
"-I'll go home and stay put," Aiba mumbled, sulking out of the room.
Going back to the dishes, Jun shook his head and sighed.
Jun could misdirect all he wanted but he couldn't lie to himself. He knew even before he stepped out of Johnny's and saw Sho's light on that he was going to jump the fence and go to him. He wasn't sure why he was breaking the pact to go, why he'd kept Aiba from going, all he knew was that he understood. He slipped inside Mao's tidy little B&B and stopped.
Mao smiled at him from her tea room. "I was all set to lock Masaki in his room for you," she whispered, getting to her feet.
Jun swallowed as Mao approached him. "Don't tell," he begged her quietly.
Smiling, Mao poked him in the ribs. "If I don't hear you leave, I'll wake you up super early so nobody catches you," she promised. She poked him again and then touched him with gentle fingers. He watched her disappear into her room and took a short, necessary breath before mounting the stairs.
"Sho." He laid his hand on Sho's door. It opened quietly and Jun's hand fell forward on to Sho's shirtless chest. The heat of summer was in his skin, humid and heavy. There was a bruise forming on Sho's shoulder from where he'd punched him earlier in the day. "Sho," he said again and he met Sho's eyes, warm in the darkness.
Sho's fingers wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand in place as he stepped back. Jun followed him willingly. "I thought I was being shunned for the night," Sho said. At Jun's back, the door swung shut with a silently resounding click.
"Who told you?" Jun asked looking down to his hand on Sho's chest, watching it move to the bruise, fingers ghosting lightly over it.
"Aiba," said Sho. "And then Nino. And then Ohno called after that to apologize for the way Nino was so smug about it."
Jun snorted softly. "Figures," he said on a breath.
Sho's hand moved from his wrist to his elbow, cupping it. "What are you doing here, Jun?" he asked. And he seemed so curious, so oblivious, so stupidly kind.
"I lied earlier: I'm really fucking mad at you," Jun told him. He curled his fingers into a fist and pressed it to the bruise he'd left earlier. Gently.
"I'm sorry," Sho said, "All I can tell you guys is that I'm sorry." He was so soft and sad and sincere that Jun punched him again. Lightly.
"Not because you made Masaki cry," Jun hissed "not because you made Nino flip his shit and not because Satoshi'll break his heart on him in the end. Because of me."
"Jun, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He hit him again. It lacked any sort of force or intent but his hand shook anyway. "Shut up. You left me behind so that I wouldn't get left behind. That's the worst kind of…of…of pity fuck."
Sho's hand moved from his elbow to his shoulder. "No, Jun! I-"
"I know what you said!" Jun unclenched his fist and shoved Sho's shoulder, his fingers curling over the crest of it, his palm full of solid muscle and taut skin. "I understand what you said! You're an idiot but I'm going on the road with you, aren't I? Now get your head out of your ass and-" it was his turn to be cut off as Sho leaned into him, his mouth suddenly a breath away from Jun's. "Don't you dare," Jun breathed even as his eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay up.
Sho kissed him. A soft touch of those lush, cupid's bow lips and the swipe of his tongue wet against Jun's lower lip and Jun gasped, letting Sho in. He felt the touch of Sho's hand at the corner of his jaw, felt it rest against the side of his neck where he knew his pulse was trembling inside his skin, and he could do nothing but open further and fight to drag in air. Sho's tongue slid over his, curled around it, drew it back toward his own mouth and Jun followed him. Again. Willing against his own will. He moaned when Sho bit down lightly on his tongue and began to suck on it.
"Jun," Sho groaned, letting him go only to capture him again.
"This-" Jun grated out, tearing his mouth away. "This-" he gave up and kissed Sho back. He could feel himself clutching Sho's shoulder much harder than he meant to but he couldn't stop. He took a step forward and suddenly he and Sho were falling, tumbling onto the bed. He felt a sharp sting as he bit his lip.
"Ouch!" Sho yelped, sucking at his own lips, tongue moving carefully over his lower lip to check for blood. He didn't move from where he'd landed, still sprawled over most of Jun.
Jun remembered what he'd wanted to say before. "This doesn't fix anything, you know that, right? Not anything for any of us." He didn't mean the sex. He dug his fingers into Sho's shoulder. Clutched his wrist with the other hand.
Sho looked at him. "Does it have to?" It wasn't a rhetorical question, Jun could see that. It was serious. Sho would fix things if he could. Sho had tried to leave them all behind to do just that.
"Stupid," said Jun, casting his eyes to the side. The bedside lamp in Sho's room was one of those fussy, flowery affairs that Mao never admitted to liking. The whole room smelled of Sho. "You can't even fix yourself."
He melted, just a little, when Sho grinned at him. "I'm on a spiritual quest to fix that," Sho said, eyes sparking with good humor.
Jun closed his. "That is so gay," he mumbled.
Sho laughed. "You're coming with," he reminded him.
Reminded Jun that he was on his own quest, spiritual or otherwise, on this trip. "It's your fault," he said. "Yours and Masaki's and-"
Sho's mouth slanted over his, swallowing the blame and the short, helpless groan that Jun couldn't quite hold back despite how hard he tried. "My fault," Sho whispered as the kiss broke. Then, "Jun. Is this okay?"
They hadn't been alone together even once. This wasn't a realization for Jun, he'd always been aware of it. They'd come close in his bathroom, on his birthday, but then Aiba had come to them. After, they'd been together, all of them, but never just him and Sho on their own. He wasn't stupid. They weren't the same and he knew it. But still…
In the end, there was understanding.
Jun let go of Sho's wrist and used both hands to push him up and back and off. He sat up and studied Sho's face. Open and honest and unafraid and understanding, yes. Jun skinned out of his shirt and tossed it over Mao's ugly, girly little lamp. "You worry too much," he said, borrowing a page from Ohno for the night.
Darker in the dusky-purple shade of the covered light, Sho chuckled. Low and slow and quiet. "You got that from Ohno," he accused.
"You sank his boat," Jun told him officiously, as though it had any relevant bearing on what they were talking about. He could feel Sho's grin against his own as their mouths met again. He slicked his tongue against his, burying one hand in Sho's hair and tilting to get the angle right. Sho was still smiling and Jun pulled away again. "What?" he asked. He could feel his own smile curled up around his mouth.
Sho's thumb outlined Jun's bottom lip in a warm swipe. "Who sank it the first time?"
Jun thumped him on the side of the head with the heel of his hand. "Aiba did-using an ostrich egg and about three hundred fire crackers. And before you ask, the second time was Ohno and his friend Shige and they were jumping up and down in it because they'd caught a forty pound striped bass."
"Worth a shot," Sho laughed and then they were kissing again.
Jun pulled Sho close, closer, until the angle was odd and their chests were brushing together. He rested his forehead against Sho's temple and let his words form against Sho's cheek. "Lie down with me?" The world tilted and fell into softness at his back and Sho everywhere else. Jun sighed. "Sho."
"There's a lot of stuff I'm not sorry about," Sho told him before joining their mouths together again.
"Good," Jun moaned into the kiss. He hooked one thigh over Sho's hip and rocked against him shallowly. Jun kept his eyes open as he kissed Sho, open enough to know that Sho's were open as well. He dragged his hands through the thick tousle of Sho's hair and felt like an idiot for opening his mouth to ask, "Got any lube?"
He felt even stupider when Sho's eyes went wide and dismayed. "Uh," he said and Jun followed his skittery gaze to the door of the room and presumably out of it, to one just down the hall.
"It's all in his room, isn't it?" Jun asked even though he didn't have to.
"I need to sleep! I've taken to locking everybody out because if I don't then Nino brings Ohno over or Aiba turns up and I do a lot of work over here!" Sho defended himself. "You don't know it but Mao uses me hard, Jun."
Jun snickered.
"Okay, that sounds bad but seriously? Seriously? That woman is the devil."
Jun couldn't help it, he laughed out right, burying his face against Sho's neck momentarily. "I've known her my whole life," he told Sho, stroking one hand idly over his back in apology. "Trust me: if anybody knows that she's the devil, it's me."
Sho's lips touched the top of his head, the curve of his ear. His voice, when it came, was hesitant. "We could…it's not like his door is ever locked. If you wanted we…"
They could, Jun supposed. It was just a quick walk down an empty hall. They could go together and tumble into Aiba's bed, the place where all of them had been together, they could wrap themselves up in all of that and they could a lot of things to each other, with each other. But he didn't want to. He wanted it to be just himself and Sho. He wanted something that belonged to the two of them alone. He met Sho's eyes and saw again that they matched in so many, many ways. I want to stay here, he thought. "This is good," he said instead.
"That's what I thought, too," Sho's lips brushed against his cheek.
"Kiss me," Jun demanded quietly.
"Yeah," Sho responded.
Probably he hadn't needed to tell Sho to kiss him, Jun thought as their mouths met and mated, as they moved together in an un-urgent rhythm. They couldn't seem to stop kissing. Sho lipped the spot just under Jun's ear, the one that made his knees go weak and shake. Jun bit into Sho's shoulder, leaving a mark above his bruise. Their hands swept over exposed skin, lingering on the stiff peak of nipples, the soft skin of belly, and their mouths came together again and again and again as though the only air in the room came from the lips of the other. Jun was so hard that it hurt.
Gasping he pushed Sho away. "I need," he said, struggling with the button on his slacks.
"Right," said Sho, his hands joining Jun's. His fingers were long and warm and steady despite the way they shook as they freed the button.
Jun hissed in relief as his zipper went down and then moaned when Sho went down as well. He tried to curse but all that came out was a garbled moan that stretched and curled around the room in much the same way that Jun reflexively curled around Sho's head in his lap. Masaki had been right; Sho's mouth was a minor miracle. He shuddered and his hips pushed up and Sho let him, just let him. Sho's wide hand wrapped tight around the base of Jun's cock and his lips moved plush over the crown and his tongue was so very, very eager touching at the slit, lapping at the large vein that marked out the underside. Sho moaned around him, his mouth avid as it slid down him, and Jun threw his head back and mouthed what might have been a prayer at the ceiling before he pulled Sho's head away. "No," he managed.
Eyes huge and dark, Sho stared at him. He licked his lips (a little swollen, a little bruised, a lot sexy) and then licked them again. "Please?" Jun's hands went slack at the sudden surge of lust and Sho slipped his hands to mouth at the place where Jun's thigh joined his body, to nuzzle hot against his balls, his tongue curling round them one after the other.
It took a lot for Jun to pull Sho away again. "Stop that," he said, hearing the way tension had pulled his voice thin. "I want-" he ran his hands down Sho's body and stopped, suddenly impeded by the waistband of Sho's ragged sweat shorts. "Take your pants off."
"Okay," Sho said, shoving at his clothing. Jun took the opportunity to kick his pants and underwear off the rest of the way.
Sho's erection bobbed in front of him as Sho stepped out of his shorts and Jun barely registered the drop of his pants from his ankle as his mouth began to water. He'd seen Sho's dick before, of course. He'd touched it, had it against him, even had his mouth on it (briefly, before Nino had pulled him away and hogged it for himself) but that didn't stop him from wanting it. "Oh," he heard himself say, faint and distant.
"Me first," Sho said, palming Jun's thighs and pushing them apart, making room for himself.
Jun barely managed to yank Sho away. He was really too close to risk the thrill of Sho's sin-filled mouth. "No, I want-" and he kissed him, pulling until Sho was stretched out on top of him again. "I want-" he said again and wiggled and pushed until they turned and Sho was under him. He bit Sho's lip, holding it between his teeth as rolled his hips against Sho's.
"Oh, god, me too," Sho groaned, his hips moving in counterpoint. His cock was a hard, hot drag against Jun's own.
A part of Jun deeply regretted not going to Aiba's room for the lube; he wanted to feel it inside of him, pressing him open. He wanted to feel his own inside Sho, making him arch and clutch at him. But it was only a small part and he pressed down against Sho, kissing him with decreasing finesse as their bodies moved together in ever-increasing need. He shuddered, grinding in a tight circle against Sho, one hand snaking between them to adjust himself so that they stayed cock to cock. Sho bit him on the jaw and Jun's hands flew to Sho's shoulders as he shoved almost desperately against him. Sho's fingers were hard at Jun's hips and Jun was almost hoping for bruises of his own despite the questions they would raise. The thought of it made him shake.
Sho bucked up into him. "Jun," he moaned. And again, "Jun!" His nails scored a trail of fire up Jun's back and then back down to his hips again before his palms flattened against Jun's ass, pulling him in tight. "Now!"
Helplessly, Jun thrust against him in a heedless, frantic dance. "Sho," he whimpered between clenched teeth. He managed to push his mouth to Sho's one last time as everything in him began to come to pieces. He felt the hot, wet mess of his own come sliding low over his belly as Sho kept moving against him, felt the way Sho was so impossibly hard, his hands clenched hard and holding Jun in place as he fought his way to his own pleasure. He felt Sho come in spurts against his softening cock, crying out as he shook with the force of it.
And Jun kissed him, gentling them both through it.
There were a million things they needed to do, Jun thought hazily as sleep drifted around him. They needed to open a window to air the place out. They had to clean up and get dressed. Jun needed to go home. They kind of really needed to make sure that his shirt over Sho's lamp wasn't going to end up starting a fire that burnt Mao's place to the ground.
He needed to get up and get moving. After that, everything would be easy.
Sho's fingers stroked up and down along Jun's spine. "I'll walk you home," he offered quietly.
Jun tangled the fingers of their free hands together. "In a little while."
ETA: And I wrote some alternate scenes/endings over at my journal. Find them here.
Written in about two hours-if you notice anything terribly off, please let me know.
Jun joined Satoshi in his usual booth, flicking a quick glance at the pass-through window to make sure that Nino and Aiba were still absorbed with the minor flood in the kitchen. "I need you to keep Masaki with you tonight," he said, turning his gaze on Ohno.
"No," Satoshi said peacefully.
"Because you know he-what?" Jun interrupted himself.
Ohno scratched his chin. "No?" he offered.
Jun was a bit taken aback. "Look, we all agreed to shun Sho for the night, right?"
"Uh-huh," Ohno nodded, his face a mask of perfect concentration.
"And you know Masaki will try and go to him, right?"
Ohno looked to be considering that. "Yeah," he agreed at last.
"I close the diner tonight," Jun went on carefully.
"Yeah, it's your night to close," Ohno put in with another nod.
"So I need you and Nino to keep Masaki busy tonight so that he won't go to Sho," he finished, looking meaningfully toward the kitchen.
"No," Ohno repeated. "Can't," he amended when Jun opened his mouth. Jun didn't miss the way his oldest friend's hands curled around his glass. "Not tonight."
Jun looked back at the kitchen, at Nino laughing with Aiba. "Satoshi…" But really, he thought, what could he say? What could he do? There was nothing for it.
Ohno smiled at him and leaned across the table to kiss his cheek. "Jun-chan worries too much," he said softly.
"Matsumoto," Nino came out of the kitchen. "You're the one who broke the tap so why are Aiba and I the only ones who-"
Jun was sincerely glad that the diner was empty as he watched Ohno pull Nino over the counter and fasten his mouth to the hollow of Nino's throat.
"Oh fuck," Nino moaned, hands scrabbling at Ohno's shoulders. "Satoshi."
Ohno set him calmly back on his feet, a dark mark blooming under Nino's pale skin. "I'll be at home," he said, nodding to Jun as he headed to the door.
"Wow," Aiba said from the kitchen. "I really hope you're not planning on sitting a lot tomorrow, Nino."
Nino blinked at the closing diner door, looking drugged. "I am not feeling well," he enunciated carefully. "I think I need to go home and lie down."
Since Nino had just given him the key to this whole 'keep Aiba under control' thing Jun thought that he should really take Nino's apron for himself and shoo the other man along out the door. Except he needed Nino to stay and cook and possibly help with the tables and definitely to clean up the kitchen. He whacked him on the back of the head. "Get laid on your own time," he said, going to the office, "I have a phone call to make and you have a kitchen to clean up."
"Mum?"
Jun looked up, hours and hours later, to see Aiba staring at his mother. He smiled and turned back to doing the dishes. Nino paused in cleaning the grill to look through the window at the room.
"I'm here to pick you up and take you back home!" Aiba's mother said, beaming at her son.
Jun scrubbed another plate and moved it to other sink to rinse.
"But-" Jun could feel Aiba's eyes land on him. "But I'm helping Jun and Nino close and then I…I have a room at Mao's, you know, and I might help her with…something. At the Bed and Breakfast. Fixing something. For Mao."
"Ah, Jun didn't mention any of that!"
"…Jun didn't?" said Aiba.
"When he called to ask me to come and get you. He said you had a rough day and needed to spend time with Daddy and Brother and me tonight."
Nino went back to cleaning the grill, cheerful and serene. "Not that I didn't already know this, but you are an evil, evil man, Matsumoto Jun."
Jun grabbed the rinse hose. "It's just because Satoshi refused to take him home with you guys tonight."
Nino didn't reply and in the silence between them, Jun heard Aiba's mum say "And it'll be so good to have you home for a while before you leave again!"
"Ah," Aiba said. "Let me just-"
"Don't even start," Jun said without looking up from the dishes as the kitchen door swung open. "Everybody and his blind, deaf, dumb dog knows that you're going to try to go to Sho tonight."
Aiba shifted nervously behind him, letting out a strangled giggle. "We all agreed," he said.
"You're an idiot," said Nino, giving the grill a final wipe. "I'm done so I'm out of here, all right?"
"Whatever," Jun told him, waving off handedly as Nino hung up his apron and let himself out the back door.
"Nino could be planning to sneak off and see Sh-okay, no," Aiba started, cutting himself off as Jun trained a heavy look on him. "But you didn't have to call my mum," he muttered, shoulders slumping.
He tugged a handful of Aiba's hair sharply. "Yes, I did."
Aiba's lashes lowered. "I could have gone home with you," he said quietly.
In that moment he loved Aiba so much that the ache of it was as beautiful as it was bittersweet. "Go home. Stay put," Jun ordered, letting go.
"You could be planning to sneak off and see Sho-chan!" Aiba said, folding his arms resolutely. "You should come home with me and I-"
Jun gave him a level stare.
"-I'll go home and stay put," Aiba mumbled, sulking out of the room.
Going back to the dishes, Jun shook his head and sighed.
Jun could misdirect all he wanted but he couldn't lie to himself. He knew even before he stepped out of Johnny's and saw Sho's light on that he was going to jump the fence and go to him. He wasn't sure why he was breaking the pact to go, why he'd kept Aiba from going, all he knew was that he understood. He slipped inside Mao's tidy little B&B and stopped.
Mao smiled at him from her tea room. "I was all set to lock Masaki in his room for you," she whispered, getting to her feet.
Jun swallowed as Mao approached him. "Don't tell," he begged her quietly.
Smiling, Mao poked him in the ribs. "If I don't hear you leave, I'll wake you up super early so nobody catches you," she promised. She poked him again and then touched him with gentle fingers. He watched her disappear into her room and took a short, necessary breath before mounting the stairs.
"Sho." He laid his hand on Sho's door. It opened quietly and Jun's hand fell forward on to Sho's shirtless chest. The heat of summer was in his skin, humid and heavy. There was a bruise forming on Sho's shoulder from where he'd punched him earlier in the day. "Sho," he said again and he met Sho's eyes, warm in the darkness.
Sho's fingers wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand in place as he stepped back. Jun followed him willingly. "I thought I was being shunned for the night," Sho said. At Jun's back, the door swung shut with a silently resounding click.
"Who told you?" Jun asked looking down to his hand on Sho's chest, watching it move to the bruise, fingers ghosting lightly over it.
"Aiba," said Sho. "And then Nino. And then Ohno called after that to apologize for the way Nino was so smug about it."
Jun snorted softly. "Figures," he said on a breath.
Sho's hand moved from his wrist to his elbow, cupping it. "What are you doing here, Jun?" he asked. And he seemed so curious, so oblivious, so stupidly kind.
"I lied earlier: I'm really fucking mad at you," Jun told him. He curled his fingers into a fist and pressed it to the bruise he'd left earlier. Gently.
"I'm sorry," Sho said, "All I can tell you guys is that I'm sorry." He was so soft and sad and sincere that Jun punched him again. Lightly.
"Not because you made Masaki cry," Jun hissed "not because you made Nino flip his shit and not because Satoshi'll break his heart on him in the end. Because of me."
"Jun, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He hit him again. It lacked any sort of force or intent but his hand shook anyway. "Shut up. You left me behind so that I wouldn't get left behind. That's the worst kind of…of…of pity fuck."
Sho's hand moved from his elbow to his shoulder. "No, Jun! I-"
"I know what you said!" Jun unclenched his fist and shoved Sho's shoulder, his fingers curling over the crest of it, his palm full of solid muscle and taut skin. "I understand what you said! You're an idiot but I'm going on the road with you, aren't I? Now get your head out of your ass and-" it was his turn to be cut off as Sho leaned into him, his mouth suddenly a breath away from Jun's. "Don't you dare," Jun breathed even as his eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay up.
Sho kissed him. A soft touch of those lush, cupid's bow lips and the swipe of his tongue wet against Jun's lower lip and Jun gasped, letting Sho in. He felt the touch of Sho's hand at the corner of his jaw, felt it rest against the side of his neck where he knew his pulse was trembling inside his skin, and he could do nothing but open further and fight to drag in air. Sho's tongue slid over his, curled around it, drew it back toward his own mouth and Jun followed him. Again. Willing against his own will. He moaned when Sho bit down lightly on his tongue and began to suck on it.
"Jun," Sho groaned, letting him go only to capture him again.
"This-" Jun grated out, tearing his mouth away. "This-" he gave up and kissed Sho back. He could feel himself clutching Sho's shoulder much harder than he meant to but he couldn't stop. He took a step forward and suddenly he and Sho were falling, tumbling onto the bed. He felt a sharp sting as he bit his lip.
"Ouch!" Sho yelped, sucking at his own lips, tongue moving carefully over his lower lip to check for blood. He didn't move from where he'd landed, still sprawled over most of Jun.
Jun remembered what he'd wanted to say before. "This doesn't fix anything, you know that, right? Not anything for any of us." He didn't mean the sex. He dug his fingers into Sho's shoulder. Clutched his wrist with the other hand.
Sho looked at him. "Does it have to?" It wasn't a rhetorical question, Jun could see that. It was serious. Sho would fix things if he could. Sho had tried to leave them all behind to do just that.
"Stupid," said Jun, casting his eyes to the side. The bedside lamp in Sho's room was one of those fussy, flowery affairs that Mao never admitted to liking. The whole room smelled of Sho. "You can't even fix yourself."
He melted, just a little, when Sho grinned at him. "I'm on a spiritual quest to fix that," Sho said, eyes sparking with good humor.
Jun closed his. "That is so gay," he mumbled.
Sho laughed. "You're coming with," he reminded him.
Reminded Jun that he was on his own quest, spiritual or otherwise, on this trip. "It's your fault," he said. "Yours and Masaki's and-"
Sho's mouth slanted over his, swallowing the blame and the short, helpless groan that Jun couldn't quite hold back despite how hard he tried. "My fault," Sho whispered as the kiss broke. Then, "Jun. Is this okay?"
They hadn't been alone together even once. This wasn't a realization for Jun, he'd always been aware of it. They'd come close in his bathroom, on his birthday, but then Aiba had come to them. After, they'd been together, all of them, but never just him and Sho on their own. He wasn't stupid. They weren't the same and he knew it. But still…
In the end, there was understanding.
Jun let go of Sho's wrist and used both hands to push him up and back and off. He sat up and studied Sho's face. Open and honest and unafraid and understanding, yes. Jun skinned out of his shirt and tossed it over Mao's ugly, girly little lamp. "You worry too much," he said, borrowing a page from Ohno for the night.
Darker in the dusky-purple shade of the covered light, Sho chuckled. Low and slow and quiet. "You got that from Ohno," he accused.
"You sank his boat," Jun told him officiously, as though it had any relevant bearing on what they were talking about. He could feel Sho's grin against his own as their mouths met again. He slicked his tongue against his, burying one hand in Sho's hair and tilting to get the angle right. Sho was still smiling and Jun pulled away again. "What?" he asked. He could feel his own smile curled up around his mouth.
Sho's thumb outlined Jun's bottom lip in a warm swipe. "Who sank it the first time?"
Jun thumped him on the side of the head with the heel of his hand. "Aiba did-using an ostrich egg and about three hundred fire crackers. And before you ask, the second time was Ohno and his friend Shige and they were jumping up and down in it because they'd caught a forty pound striped bass."
"Worth a shot," Sho laughed and then they were kissing again.
Jun pulled Sho close, closer, until the angle was odd and their chests were brushing together. He rested his forehead against Sho's temple and let his words form against Sho's cheek. "Lie down with me?" The world tilted and fell into softness at his back and Sho everywhere else. Jun sighed. "Sho."
"There's a lot of stuff I'm not sorry about," Sho told him before joining their mouths together again.
"Good," Jun moaned into the kiss. He hooked one thigh over Sho's hip and rocked against him shallowly. Jun kept his eyes open as he kissed Sho, open enough to know that Sho's were open as well. He dragged his hands through the thick tousle of Sho's hair and felt like an idiot for opening his mouth to ask, "Got any lube?"
He felt even stupider when Sho's eyes went wide and dismayed. "Uh," he said and Jun followed his skittery gaze to the door of the room and presumably out of it, to one just down the hall.
"It's all in his room, isn't it?" Jun asked even though he didn't have to.
"I need to sleep! I've taken to locking everybody out because if I don't then Nino brings Ohno over or Aiba turns up and I do a lot of work over here!" Sho defended himself. "You don't know it but Mao uses me hard, Jun."
Jun snickered.
"Okay, that sounds bad but seriously? Seriously? That woman is the devil."
Jun couldn't help it, he laughed out right, burying his face against Sho's neck momentarily. "I've known her my whole life," he told Sho, stroking one hand idly over his back in apology. "Trust me: if anybody knows that she's the devil, it's me."
Sho's lips touched the top of his head, the curve of his ear. His voice, when it came, was hesitant. "We could…it's not like his door is ever locked. If you wanted we…"
They could, Jun supposed. It was just a quick walk down an empty hall. They could go together and tumble into Aiba's bed, the place where all of them had been together, they could wrap themselves up in all of that and they could a lot of things to each other, with each other. But he didn't want to. He wanted it to be just himself and Sho. He wanted something that belonged to the two of them alone. He met Sho's eyes and saw again that they matched in so many, many ways. I want to stay here, he thought. "This is good," he said instead.
"That's what I thought, too," Sho's lips brushed against his cheek.
"Kiss me," Jun demanded quietly.
"Yeah," Sho responded.
Probably he hadn't needed to tell Sho to kiss him, Jun thought as their mouths met and mated, as they moved together in an un-urgent rhythm. They couldn't seem to stop kissing. Sho lipped the spot just under Jun's ear, the one that made his knees go weak and shake. Jun bit into Sho's shoulder, leaving a mark above his bruise. Their hands swept over exposed skin, lingering on the stiff peak of nipples, the soft skin of belly, and their mouths came together again and again and again as though the only air in the room came from the lips of the other. Jun was so hard that it hurt.
Gasping he pushed Sho away. "I need," he said, struggling with the button on his slacks.
"Right," said Sho, his hands joining Jun's. His fingers were long and warm and steady despite the way they shook as they freed the button.
Jun hissed in relief as his zipper went down and then moaned when Sho went down as well. He tried to curse but all that came out was a garbled moan that stretched and curled around the room in much the same way that Jun reflexively curled around Sho's head in his lap. Masaki had been right; Sho's mouth was a minor miracle. He shuddered and his hips pushed up and Sho let him, just let him. Sho's wide hand wrapped tight around the base of Jun's cock and his lips moved plush over the crown and his tongue was so very, very eager touching at the slit, lapping at the large vein that marked out the underside. Sho moaned around him, his mouth avid as it slid down him, and Jun threw his head back and mouthed what might have been a prayer at the ceiling before he pulled Sho's head away. "No," he managed.
Eyes huge and dark, Sho stared at him. He licked his lips (a little swollen, a little bruised, a lot sexy) and then licked them again. "Please?" Jun's hands went slack at the sudden surge of lust and Sho slipped his hands to mouth at the place where Jun's thigh joined his body, to nuzzle hot against his balls, his tongue curling round them one after the other.
It took a lot for Jun to pull Sho away again. "Stop that," he said, hearing the way tension had pulled his voice thin. "I want-" he ran his hands down Sho's body and stopped, suddenly impeded by the waistband of Sho's ragged sweat shorts. "Take your pants off."
"Okay," Sho said, shoving at his clothing. Jun took the opportunity to kick his pants and underwear off the rest of the way.
Sho's erection bobbed in front of him as Sho stepped out of his shorts and Jun barely registered the drop of his pants from his ankle as his mouth began to water. He'd seen Sho's dick before, of course. He'd touched it, had it against him, even had his mouth on it (briefly, before Nino had pulled him away and hogged it for himself) but that didn't stop him from wanting it. "Oh," he heard himself say, faint and distant.
"Me first," Sho said, palming Jun's thighs and pushing them apart, making room for himself.
Jun barely managed to yank Sho away. He was really too close to risk the thrill of Sho's sin-filled mouth. "No, I want-" and he kissed him, pulling until Sho was stretched out on top of him again. "I want-" he said again and wiggled and pushed until they turned and Sho was under him. He bit Sho's lip, holding it between his teeth as rolled his hips against Sho's.
"Oh, god, me too," Sho groaned, his hips moving in counterpoint. His cock was a hard, hot drag against Jun's own.
A part of Jun deeply regretted not going to Aiba's room for the lube; he wanted to feel it inside of him, pressing him open. He wanted to feel his own inside Sho, making him arch and clutch at him. But it was only a small part and he pressed down against Sho, kissing him with decreasing finesse as their bodies moved together in ever-increasing need. He shuddered, grinding in a tight circle against Sho, one hand snaking between them to adjust himself so that they stayed cock to cock. Sho bit him on the jaw and Jun's hands flew to Sho's shoulders as he shoved almost desperately against him. Sho's fingers were hard at Jun's hips and Jun was almost hoping for bruises of his own despite the questions they would raise. The thought of it made him shake.
Sho bucked up into him. "Jun," he moaned. And again, "Jun!" His nails scored a trail of fire up Jun's back and then back down to his hips again before his palms flattened against Jun's ass, pulling him in tight. "Now!"
Helplessly, Jun thrust against him in a heedless, frantic dance. "Sho," he whimpered between clenched teeth. He managed to push his mouth to Sho's one last time as everything in him began to come to pieces. He felt the hot, wet mess of his own come sliding low over his belly as Sho kept moving against him, felt the way Sho was so impossibly hard, his hands clenched hard and holding Jun in place as he fought his way to his own pleasure. He felt Sho come in spurts against his softening cock, crying out as he shook with the force of it.
And Jun kissed him, gentling them both through it.
There were a million things they needed to do, Jun thought hazily as sleep drifted around him. They needed to open a window to air the place out. They had to clean up and get dressed. Jun needed to go home. They kind of really needed to make sure that his shirt over Sho's lamp wasn't going to end up starting a fire that burnt Mao's place to the ground.
He needed to get up and get moving. After that, everything would be easy.
Sho's fingers stroked up and down along Jun's spine. "I'll walk you home," he offered quietly.
Jun tangled the fingers of their free hands together. "In a little while."
ETA: And I wrote some alternate scenes/endings over at my journal. Find them here.