25 - cupcake4mafia
Even more backstory!
Ohno knocks on Jun's window and Jun nearly jumps out of his skin, because he can never quite get used to that. He is pretty eager to abandon his essay, though, so he goes and opens the window, leaning on the sill and smiling expectantly.
"I'm going to go sketch behind the barn, want to come?" Ohno asks.
"I have homework!"
"And I have beer," Ohno says, shoulders shifting back and forth in a way Jun guesses is supposed to be enticing. "Bring your books with you."
"I am never going to graduate with you around," Jun grumbles, conceding.
...
They lay a blanket far out in Kohji's farm and Ohno sketches the woods that line the edge of the field. Jun gives up studying in favor of drinking and watching Ohno work.
"Explain to me again why you're going to take over the auto shop," Jun says, digging his chin into Ohno's shoulder.
"Cars make sense to me," Ohno mumbles. "You fit the right parts together and they run. It's simple. I like it."
"But you're so good at this."
Ohno doesn't answer. Jun stretches out on his back and listens to the scrape of Ohno's pencil and the cicadas singing in the distance. He knows Ohno still doesn't like to talk about dropping out, but he can't help pressing the subject because it still doesn't make sense to him.
"I thought I wanted to leave," Ohno says quietly, eyes flicking between his sketchbook and the scenery. "I thought Machida and I were going to leave together."
Jun sits up and scoots close, leaning on Ohno's shoulder again.
"In the end, I couldn't. I let him down."
Ohno closes his sketchbook and turns, face inches from Jun's.
"This is home," he finishes with a weak smile.
"Aiba's going to leave us," Jun says, whispering because Ohno is close.
"Someday," Ohno agrees, fingers playing in Jun's hair.
Jun's stomach is fluttering because he thinks Ohno might kiss him now, and Jun isn't sure if he wants it. He knows Ohno and Aiba have had everyone in town twice over, but even if Aiba seems to want Jun for the complete set, Ohno's never even joked about it.
"Is it because I'm eighteen now?" Jun can't help but ask, shattering the long silence between them.
Ohno laughs.
"It's because I like you," he says.
"Is that all it takes?" Jun asks, knowing that he sounds like such a virgin.
"Did you love Mao-chan?"
"Jesus, Ohno," Jun sighs, slumping back. "That was hardly the same thing."
"Why not?"
"Well, I guess it could be similar, if you wrote me a letter afterwards to let me know that I'm straight."
"Nothing's going to change," Ohno says.
Jun knows it's true, the same way he knows that giving in to Aiba would change everything. Still, it's frustrating how simple this is for Ohno, how he can just decide that Jun is ready now after they left him behind years ago.
The sun is setting and Ohno kisses Jun, guiding Jun’s hands to his waist. Ohno and Aiba are always talking about how approaching girls is different from approaching guys. Right now, Jun is pretty sure he’s getting the girl approach, but Ohno’s skin is warm and promising under the worn fabric of his tee-shirt, and a little part of Jun’s country heart has always kind of hoped that he’d lose it on a blanket in a field-
Oh.
Jun pulls away, shocked, and studies Ohno’s face.
“You planned this.”
“Kind of,” Ohno admits with a shrug, gently pushing Jun onto his back.
Jun starts to say something else, but then Ohno pulls his shirt over his head and his bare chest is orange and pink in the light of the sunset.
“Did I do good?” Ohno asks, grinning like he knows the answer.
“Just get on with it,” Jun says, a smile creeping across his face in spite of the words.
...
Later that night, Ohno helps Jun climb through his bedroom window, which proves futile as he knocks the lamp off his desk in the process. Jun curses as a dog barks and a light goes on upstairs. Ohno only giggles and leans through the window to give Jun a quick kiss before leaving him to his fate. Jun grabs Ohno’s wrist before he can run off.
“I really-” Jun stops, biting his lip in hesitation. “Thank you.”
Ohno squeezes Jun’s hand and smiles. He’s gone by the time Jun’s mom knocks on the door.
Ohno knocks on Jun's window and Jun nearly jumps out of his skin, because he can never quite get used to that. He is pretty eager to abandon his essay, though, so he goes and opens the window, leaning on the sill and smiling expectantly.
"I'm going to go sketch behind the barn, want to come?" Ohno asks.
"I have homework!"
"And I have beer," Ohno says, shoulders shifting back and forth in a way Jun guesses is supposed to be enticing. "Bring your books with you."
"I am never going to graduate with you around," Jun grumbles, conceding.
...
They lay a blanket far out in Kohji's farm and Ohno sketches the woods that line the edge of the field. Jun gives up studying in favor of drinking and watching Ohno work.
"Explain to me again why you're going to take over the auto shop," Jun says, digging his chin into Ohno's shoulder.
"Cars make sense to me," Ohno mumbles. "You fit the right parts together and they run. It's simple. I like it."
"But you're so good at this."
Ohno doesn't answer. Jun stretches out on his back and listens to the scrape of Ohno's pencil and the cicadas singing in the distance. He knows Ohno still doesn't like to talk about dropping out, but he can't help pressing the subject because it still doesn't make sense to him.
"I thought I wanted to leave," Ohno says quietly, eyes flicking between his sketchbook and the scenery. "I thought Machida and I were going to leave together."
Jun sits up and scoots close, leaning on Ohno's shoulder again.
"In the end, I couldn't. I let him down."
Ohno closes his sketchbook and turns, face inches from Jun's.
"This is home," he finishes with a weak smile.
"Aiba's going to leave us," Jun says, whispering because Ohno is close.
"Someday," Ohno agrees, fingers playing in Jun's hair.
Jun's stomach is fluttering because he thinks Ohno might kiss him now, and Jun isn't sure if he wants it. He knows Ohno and Aiba have had everyone in town twice over, but even if Aiba seems to want Jun for the complete set, Ohno's never even joked about it.
"Is it because I'm eighteen now?" Jun can't help but ask, shattering the long silence between them.
Ohno laughs.
"It's because I like you," he says.
"Is that all it takes?" Jun asks, knowing that he sounds like such a virgin.
"Did you love Mao-chan?"
"Jesus, Ohno," Jun sighs, slumping back. "That was hardly the same thing."
"Why not?"
"Well, I guess it could be similar, if you wrote me a letter afterwards to let me know that I'm straight."
"Nothing's going to change," Ohno says.
Jun knows it's true, the same way he knows that giving in to Aiba would change everything. Still, it's frustrating how simple this is for Ohno, how he can just decide that Jun is ready now after they left him behind years ago.
The sun is setting and Ohno kisses Jun, guiding Jun’s hands to his waist. Ohno and Aiba are always talking about how approaching girls is different from approaching guys. Right now, Jun is pretty sure he’s getting the girl approach, but Ohno’s skin is warm and promising under the worn fabric of his tee-shirt, and a little part of Jun’s country heart has always kind of hoped that he’d lose it on a blanket in a field-
Oh.
Jun pulls away, shocked, and studies Ohno’s face.
“You planned this.”
“Kind of,” Ohno admits with a shrug, gently pushing Jun onto his back.
Jun starts to say something else, but then Ohno pulls his shirt over his head and his bare chest is orange and pink in the light of the sunset.
“Did I do good?” Ohno asks, grinning like he knows the answer.
“Just get on with it,” Jun says, a smile creeping across his face in spite of the words.
...
Later that night, Ohno helps Jun climb through his bedroom window, which proves futile as he knocks the lamp off his desk in the process. Jun curses as a dog barks and a light goes on upstairs. Ohno only giggles and leans through the window to give Jun a quick kiss before leaving him to his fate. Jun grabs Ohno’s wrist before he can run off.
“I really-” Jun stops, biting his lip in hesitation. “Thank you.”
Ohno squeezes Jun’s hand and smiles. He’s gone by the time Jun’s mom knocks on the door.