23 - primroseshows
Hark! Did somebody call for... more Matsumiya?
It'd been over twenty-four hours. Jun still didn't know how he felt about Nino.
Sho was okay, because Sho, as far as Jun could tell, had been caught off guard by Aiba and had succumbed to Aiba's smile too quickly to be able to orient himself, and in that way, Jun could empathize with him. And apparently Sho was capturing fair ladies' hearts left right and centre at Mao's place; Mao said she had never had so many people spill their tea before, just to make Sho come out with a dishcloth over his shoulder and a kind smile on his face. Fainting all over the place, Mao said, eyes bright, delighted about the money she was raking in. You can smell the estrogen in the air, she said; it smells like profit.
Jun had a good opinion of Sho. Sho was polite always and reserved at the right times; he clearly had had a proper upbringing and was respectful to everyone by nature. Jun liked that. Nino, on the other hand -- Jun had no idea what kind of upbringing Nino had grown up with, and frankly he wasn't sure he wanted to. Nino could be rude and careless and acted like a brat, but sometimes Nino would watch Aiba hang off of Jun and smile this smile that Jun couldn't interpret. It bothered Jun.
Also bothering was the fact that he'd apparently merged bodies with Satoshi overnight.
"Bored yet?" Nino asked.
Satoshi shook his head. "Another trick," he requested, and Nino grinned, reshuffling his cards.
Now, for instance. The diner was quiet in the lull after the noon rush, and Satoshi and Nino were sitting together on one side of a booth, squished so far in the corner that they took up less space than one regular person. They both ought to being getting back to work, but Satoshi couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Nino's hands manipulating his cards smoothly, impossibly so, and Nino couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Satoshi. When Jun watched them for too long, his hands started to itch.
One trick delivered and Nino finally pushed Satoshi out of their booth, sneaking in an ass grope as Satoshi stood up. Satoshi turned, laughing, slapping Nino's hand away. He walked out of the diner, smiling. He forgot to nod to Jun before he left. He'd always nodded to Jun. Jun's eyebrows furrowed and he suddenly found himself approaching Nino.
"Back to the kitchen, boss?" Nino said, looking up at him. He was so casual with everyone, Jun included. Was that why he'd appealed to Satoshi so quickly?
"There's a closet in the back," Jun told him. "It's usually empty."
Nino's eyebrows nearly shot off his forehead. He stared at Jun for a few moments, then let out a very slow, very deliberate smirk. Jun wanted to smack him.
"Okay," Nino said, and returned his cards to his pocket. He touched Jun's elbow as he brushed past and Jun pursed his lips; he waited two seconds before following him.
The closet was cramped for two, but Nino was thin and flexible -- as soon as Jun closed the door, he was winding his arms around Jun's waist, sliding his hands down Jun's back. Jun felt lips on his neck, and the slightest hint of the teeth of Nino's smile.
"Never would've guessed you'd make the first move," Nino said, sounding amused.
Jun didn't have to answer that. Jun didn't like to give himself away easily, and Nino was just so infuriating, in the way he acted and the way his laugh made Jun want to laugh too. Aiba obviously thought the world of Nino, but why would he? Nino was a stranger. Jun put a steady hand to the back of Nino's head and tilted his face up to meet his own lips; Nino didn't kiss him gently and Jun was thankful for that. He didn't want to overthink, not right now. Nino's kisses were fast and demanding: Jun liked the way that he opened his mouth like it was nothing, liked how hot Nino's tongue was, liked the way Nino expelled a breath when Jun bit his lower lip.
Nino's hands strayed to Jun's belt and then inside his pants, no pretenses whatsoever, and it almost made Jun want to laugh. His palm was calloused but his touch was light and the combination was electric on his skin. Jun hadn't expected it to feel so good. He pushed his hips up into Nino's touch and Nino grinned, twisting his wrist in a way that made Jun moan, too loudly. Was this what it was, Jun thought feverishly. Aiba and Sho and now Satoshi -- was this what they felt?
Nino's grip turned a bit firmer and Jun ripped his mouth away from Nino's to pant in Nino's neck. Nino turned his head to kiss Jun's nose, his cheeks, brushing his lips everywhere within reach. "Jun," he said, and Jun couldn't help the impatient sigh that rose out of his throat. "Yes," Nino said as he sped up his pace, and Jun gasped from it. He brought up a hand to cover his own whimpers but Nino ripped it away, licking a broad stripe down the centre of Jun's palm and pushing the hand into Jun's pants to wrap around Nino's still moving there, still stroking Jun.
"Come on," Nino said, but he kissed Jun before Jun could reply. So noisy, Jun thought. Make him shut up. He stuck his free hand into Nino's pants and grabbed hold of him firmly -- Nino threw his head back and keened. They were suddenly rubbing madly against each other with their clothes still on and Nino's hands scrabbled for purchase on Jun's shoulders, short nails digging past Jun's shirt, into Jun's skin. Jun pressed closer, staring into Nino's own wide eyes and needy expression -- the friction was getting to be too much and the air was too hot, not enough of it; Nino's lips were glistening with saliva and Jun had to lean in and taste it, swiping his tongue across Nino's mouth.
Nino was whimpering as Jun pulled back and his hips surged up one last time before he froze and let out a high, breathy moan, and he pushed his face into Jun's shoulder, arm tight around Jun's neck. Jun felt a bite there and it was that -- he went over the edge too, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lips to try to keep himself quiet. There.
Their breathing was very loud, in the dark of the closet.
Nino pushed away first, straightening Jun's shirt and flattening Jun's hair where he'd grabbed hold and messed it up. Jun would have thanked him, but Nino looked entirely too pleased with himself and Jun didn't want to make it worse.
"Don't touch my hair right now, that's filthy," he chided.
"I bet you say that to all the boys," Nino grinned, still combing his fingers through the dark strands at the nape of Jun's neck. It would've been soothing, if Nino had been the kind to have a soothing personality.
"Did you leave a mark?" Jun asked him.
Nino rolled his eyes, tugging up Jun's collar to cover the bite. "Our little secret. Satisfied?"
In twenty-four hours, what Jun had learned was that Nino was casual with everyone; he never made anyone feel uncomfortable. So maybe this was a natural progression of events, but Jun didn't feel weird at all. That was somehow bothering as well, actually. Too many bothering things about Ninomiya.
Nino smirked at him, as if he could Jun's mind. "Do you want to cuddle and talk about it?" he asked, batting his eyelashes.
"I want you to wash your hands and get back to work," Jun said, opening the door to the closet and leaving Nino there to tidy up alone. But Nino was laughing and as Jun walked past the mirror on the wall in the hallway he saw himself, and he was smiling too. Just slightly, but unmistakably there. Dammit. Now Aiba would never let him hear the end of it.
It'd been over twenty-four hours. Jun still didn't know how he felt about Nino.
Sho was okay, because Sho, as far as Jun could tell, had been caught off guard by Aiba and had succumbed to Aiba's smile too quickly to be able to orient himself, and in that way, Jun could empathize with him. And apparently Sho was capturing fair ladies' hearts left right and centre at Mao's place; Mao said she had never had so many people spill their tea before, just to make Sho come out with a dishcloth over his shoulder and a kind smile on his face. Fainting all over the place, Mao said, eyes bright, delighted about the money she was raking in. You can smell the estrogen in the air, she said; it smells like profit.
Jun had a good opinion of Sho. Sho was polite always and reserved at the right times; he clearly had had a proper upbringing and was respectful to everyone by nature. Jun liked that. Nino, on the other hand -- Jun had no idea what kind of upbringing Nino had grown up with, and frankly he wasn't sure he wanted to. Nino could be rude and careless and acted like a brat, but sometimes Nino would watch Aiba hang off of Jun and smile this smile that Jun couldn't interpret. It bothered Jun.
Also bothering was the fact that he'd apparently merged bodies with Satoshi overnight.
"Bored yet?" Nino asked.
Satoshi shook his head. "Another trick," he requested, and Nino grinned, reshuffling his cards.
Now, for instance. The diner was quiet in the lull after the noon rush, and Satoshi and Nino were sitting together on one side of a booth, squished so far in the corner that they took up less space than one regular person. They both ought to being getting back to work, but Satoshi couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Nino's hands manipulating his cards smoothly, impossibly so, and Nino couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Satoshi. When Jun watched them for too long, his hands started to itch.
One trick delivered and Nino finally pushed Satoshi out of their booth, sneaking in an ass grope as Satoshi stood up. Satoshi turned, laughing, slapping Nino's hand away. He walked out of the diner, smiling. He forgot to nod to Jun before he left. He'd always nodded to Jun. Jun's eyebrows furrowed and he suddenly found himself approaching Nino.
"Back to the kitchen, boss?" Nino said, looking up at him. He was so casual with everyone, Jun included. Was that why he'd appealed to Satoshi so quickly?
"There's a closet in the back," Jun told him. "It's usually empty."
Nino's eyebrows nearly shot off his forehead. He stared at Jun for a few moments, then let out a very slow, very deliberate smirk. Jun wanted to smack him.
"Okay," Nino said, and returned his cards to his pocket. He touched Jun's elbow as he brushed past and Jun pursed his lips; he waited two seconds before following him.
The closet was cramped for two, but Nino was thin and flexible -- as soon as Jun closed the door, he was winding his arms around Jun's waist, sliding his hands down Jun's back. Jun felt lips on his neck, and the slightest hint of the teeth of Nino's smile.
"Never would've guessed you'd make the first move," Nino said, sounding amused.
Jun didn't have to answer that. Jun didn't like to give himself away easily, and Nino was just so infuriating, in the way he acted and the way his laugh made Jun want to laugh too. Aiba obviously thought the world of Nino, but why would he? Nino was a stranger. Jun put a steady hand to the back of Nino's head and tilted his face up to meet his own lips; Nino didn't kiss him gently and Jun was thankful for that. He didn't want to overthink, not right now. Nino's kisses were fast and demanding: Jun liked the way that he opened his mouth like it was nothing, liked how hot Nino's tongue was, liked the way Nino expelled a breath when Jun bit his lower lip.
Nino's hands strayed to Jun's belt and then inside his pants, no pretenses whatsoever, and it almost made Jun want to laugh. His palm was calloused but his touch was light and the combination was electric on his skin. Jun hadn't expected it to feel so good. He pushed his hips up into Nino's touch and Nino grinned, twisting his wrist in a way that made Jun moan, too loudly. Was this what it was, Jun thought feverishly. Aiba and Sho and now Satoshi -- was this what they felt?
Nino's grip turned a bit firmer and Jun ripped his mouth away from Nino's to pant in Nino's neck. Nino turned his head to kiss Jun's nose, his cheeks, brushing his lips everywhere within reach. "Jun," he said, and Jun couldn't help the impatient sigh that rose out of his throat. "Yes," Nino said as he sped up his pace, and Jun gasped from it. He brought up a hand to cover his own whimpers but Nino ripped it away, licking a broad stripe down the centre of Jun's palm and pushing the hand into Jun's pants to wrap around Nino's still moving there, still stroking Jun.
"Come on," Nino said, but he kissed Jun before Jun could reply. So noisy, Jun thought. Make him shut up. He stuck his free hand into Nino's pants and grabbed hold of him firmly -- Nino threw his head back and keened. They were suddenly rubbing madly against each other with their clothes still on and Nino's hands scrabbled for purchase on Jun's shoulders, short nails digging past Jun's shirt, into Jun's skin. Jun pressed closer, staring into Nino's own wide eyes and needy expression -- the friction was getting to be too much and the air was too hot, not enough of it; Nino's lips were glistening with saliva and Jun had to lean in and taste it, swiping his tongue across Nino's mouth.
Nino was whimpering as Jun pulled back and his hips surged up one last time before he froze and let out a high, breathy moan, and he pushed his face into Jun's shoulder, arm tight around Jun's neck. Jun felt a bite there and it was that -- he went over the edge too, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lips to try to keep himself quiet. There.
Their breathing was very loud, in the dark of the closet.
Nino pushed away first, straightening Jun's shirt and flattening Jun's hair where he'd grabbed hold and messed it up. Jun would have thanked him, but Nino looked entirely too pleased with himself and Jun didn't want to make it worse.
"Don't touch my hair right now, that's filthy," he chided.
"I bet you say that to all the boys," Nino grinned, still combing his fingers through the dark strands at the nape of Jun's neck. It would've been soothing, if Nino had been the kind to have a soothing personality.
"Did you leave a mark?" Jun asked him.
Nino rolled his eyes, tugging up Jun's collar to cover the bite. "Our little secret. Satisfied?"
In twenty-four hours, what Jun had learned was that Nino was casual with everyone; he never made anyone feel uncomfortable. So maybe this was a natural progression of events, but Jun didn't feel weird at all. That was somehow bothering as well, actually. Too many bothering things about Ninomiya.
Nino smirked at him, as if he could Jun's mind. "Do you want to cuddle and talk about it?" he asked, batting his eyelashes.
"I want you to wash your hands and get back to work," Jun said, opening the door to the closet and leaving Nino there to tidy up alone. But Nino was laughing and as Jun walked past the mirror on the wall in the hallway he saw himself, and he was smiling too. Just slightly, but unmistakably there. Dammit. Now Aiba would never let him hear the end of it.