Drabble repost: Matsumiya, Juba, Fujikita, Enomoto/Shuntaro, Juntoshi, Ohmatsumiya,
Just reposting these in my LJ proper instead of in the comments~ !
Pairing: Juba
Setting OT5 Universe
Prompt: this night I need you
Aiba glanced around the table, his eyes skimming across the faces of each of his band mates. Ohno was dozing off, his head on Sho's shoulder, and Aiba knew that beneath the table Nino was holding Ohno's hand, even though he was chatting animatedly with Jun and Toma. They had been celebrating, a little early yet, the 30th birthdays of their two youngest members while they had the time.
Between Sho, Aiba and Nino's new shows, and Sho's drama filming, and their regular shows, and prep for their summer concerts things had been busy, far busier than he would like. So it was nice to just have a moment to themselves, where they could relax.
Aiba's eyes narrowed slightly when he noticed that while Nino's eyes were bright with drink, his smile wide, Jun was still mostly sober, his beer warm on the table in front of him, a ring of condensation pooling around the base of the glass.
Aiba shifted, scooting slowly across the bench until he was sitting beside Jun, arm pushing against his arm.
Jun did not push him away.
Aiba scooted a little bit closer, pressing up against Jun's side, his left hand moving to play with Jun's, one arm sliding around Jun's waist, pulling him closer against him.
"Hey, Jun?" Aiba leaned closer to Jun, whispering his words against the others ear, enjoying how Jun shivered against him, but leaned into the embrace, hmmming in response to the others words. "Tonight, I want Jun, so come home with me, OK?" Aiba could not stop the smile from spreading across his lips and Jun just nodded and the movement brought Nino's gaze, sharp eve in drunkness, to them.
"It is my birthday so I claim Oh-chan, and Sho-kun and Toma then." His grin was sharp his claim issued as a challenge, and Aiba just laughed, pulling Jun closer still. That was fine, since tonight he wasnt going to share.
Pair: Aiba/Jun
Setting: Domestic
Prompt: Cleaning up
"You are never hosting a party here again." Jun's voice was sharp as he surveyed their apartment. Last night he was pleasantly drunk and distracted enough not to take survey of the apartment, but that had probably been Aiba's point.
Food was stuck to the ceiling. The cabinets were open and their now dirty dishes everywhere except in the sink or drying rack. Aiba was surrounded by a pile of dirty towels, their throw pillow covers, as a stack of clothing that didn't belong to any of them, looking slightly sheepish at Jun's words.
"But all the Tensai staff were SUPER impressed with your hosting skills. Becky-chan and Shimura-san said it was the best party they had ever been too."
"Becky is just pleased since she likes to think I am Domyoji." Jun grumbled, settling on the floor beside Aiba to help him start cleaning up.
"She is hosting next weeks party, but the rotation will get back to me. I cannot NOT have them over, Jun-chan. Not after we did such a great job this time" Aiba looked at Jun with wide eyes, his bottom lip trembling, using every trick in his repertoire to get Jun to agree to let him have guests over again.
Jun just sighed, and Aiba leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Jun-chan is the best to me. It's why I love him." Aiba's smile widened as Jun leaned over, cuffing him slightly on his head, his hand resting against his cheek for a moment, thumb running along the bones there.
"Next time, everyone leaves with all the clothing they came in." Jun grumbled, dropping his hand and Aiba nodded.
That was something that he could attempt to enforce. Really it was. If they could train Arashi into leaving fully dressed, the Tensai staff shouldn't be that difficult.
Pairing: Enomoto Kei / Tokita Shuntaro
Setting: any you see fit
Phrase: when the door locked, you know who to call.
Authors note. I have a HUGE HUGE HUGE thing for this pairing. So this was a lot of fun to play around with. :)
“So, if I have the facts straight, you were seducing a woman for a job?” A calm voice, almost monotone spoke, and a young man nodded vigorously, staring up with intense eyes. “And the husband came home. And your coworkers got worried when you did not report in.” Another furious nod. “But now, Shuntaro-san, you are chained here...” The voice paused hesitated for a brief moment “... naked, and there are no keys or locks visible and I am needed to rescue you since no one who know can?”
“Not rescue, untie.” The voice was petulant, his lips drawn back in a pout. “I don’t even know how I got in this mess, but all that damned monkey did was snicker and take pictures before leaving.” The bound man sighed. “We had to call around the station for recommendations, and when they finished laughing and it was mentioned that Enomoto-san is the best at what he does.”
“This is not a locked room case.” His voice was flat, almost sharp, and he could feel Shuntaro’s eyes on his, his gaze intense. Enomoto fidgeted just for a moment with his glasses, brushing the string away from his neck.
The movement caused Shuntaro’s eyes to flick up and down Enomoto’s body, before glancing back up to catch his eye. “It could be a locked room.”
Enomoto flicked his gaze downwards, actually taking in the man that was bound and kneeling before him. His body was toned, he held himself with confidence even though he was the one that was chained, but most interestingly, when he stared down at him, trying to read him, Shuntaro did not look away.
Enomoto turned and after a moment the lock to the door was flicked closed.
Pairing: Ohmatsumiya, well more Matsumiya+Ohno
Setting: coffee shop AU
Prompt: getting sexy
Jun leaned back in his chair, his eyes intent on the worker behind the counter. Nino settled into the chair beside him, sliding a hot cup of coffee in front of the taller man. Jun did not look at it, watching the man behind the counter digging at his nose instead of working.
“I have to admit that you are right.” Jun’s eyes flicked to Nino, and as the man behind the coffee shop counter turned to clean something, he was certain that Nino was oogling the barista’s assets. “His hands are the best, though if he is going to serve us coffee, i would prefer he not dig at his nose.”
Nino hmmed in response non committaly, before leaning onto the table as the barista turned around, making sure to suck loudly at his iced coffee, his cheeks hollowing around the straw. He even made sure to moan, and Jun had to fight to keep watching the barista and not his lover. After a moment, when Nino let go of the straw Jun shifted, finally taking a drink of his coffee.
“He was looking.” Jun confirmed, speaking from behind the cup and Nino nodded. “Appreciatively. As I wish i was”
Nino smirked. “His break is is five. What do you say to letting him catch you fucking me in the men’s room?”
Jun arched an eyebrow. “You think he will join in?”
NIno nodded.
“Oh-chan was staring at your bangs the entire time you were ordering. And you are very persuasive when you want to be, Jun-pon.”
Jun watched the barista, who flashed them a sleepy smile before digging into his nose again. He set his coffee down. “Challenge accepted.”
Pairing: Juntoshi
Setting: Collar Series
Prompt: Love in Paris! (because of their recent trip)
Jun was surprised that they managed to find enough time to just relax, as busy as their trip to Paris has been, but when Satoshi said that he wanted some time to just sit and paint by the river, Jun made it happen. They had bought paints and a canvas for Satoshi, and now Jun was trying not to fidget as he modeled for his lover, the city at sunset as the backdrop.
Jun was getting restless, the hours of idle time not something that he was used too, though Satoshi had made sure to bring Jun’s book along, and the meat, bread, cheese and wine they had picked up from a shop had been enough to make sure that he wasnt starving while he modeled for Satoshi.
“I don’t see why you need to paint another picture of me.” Jun grumbled yawning, and Satoshi’s eyes wrinkled with his chuckle.
“I want to capture all my best memories with Jun in the way that only I can.” Satoshi didn’t speak loudly, but at that moment, it was all Jun could hear, and he could not stop the smile that spread over his face.
In that case, Ohno could paint him as many times as he wanted.
Pair: Matsumiya
Setting: the Jimusho when they were teenagers.
Prompt: this pic I found in tumblr. These guys were fighting in school, as punishment they had two options: suspension or holding hands for an hour.
I'd like that at least one of them had secret feelings for the other.
“MatsuJun has been mean to Nino recently. So you two have to sit there and hold hands until you can be friends again.” Aiba glared between the two, his arms crossed over his chest, and from beside him Toma was nodding his agreement.
“But if MatsuJun is being the jerk, why do I have to suffer?” Nino whined, but made no move to pull his hand away.
“Because Nino is always making fun of MatsuJun’s mistakes, and it upsets him, and then you guys fight.” Toma answered the question, and did not shrink away when Nino glared at him.
“You guys suck.” Nino grumbled, glancing around.
Jun was sitting stiffly beside him, allowing Nino to hold his hand. His hand was limp in Nino’s hold, damp with sweat, and he would not look at Nino or their friends, instead stared at the door. If looks could kill, the door would have long since been kindling
“Lets just get this over with.” Jun’s voice cracked as he spoke, and Nino shifted to share at Jun, who shifted away, trying to keep as much space between himself and Nino as possible. “I don’t want to be here any more than I have to.”
As he spoke Nino watched the flush on Jun’s cheeks, the slight trembling in his hand, and this time as Nino scooted closer he hooked a foot around the bottom of Jun’s chair, to keep the other from sliding away. “Does MatsuJun find me unpleasant to be around?” Nino asked, his voice singsonging, and he leaned closer still, pushing his frame into Jun’s. At the action Jun jerked, scooting to the edge of his chair and burying his head in his free arm. It did not stop Nino from seeing the blush that consumed his face.
So that was what the issue was.
Nino shifted their hands so he could lace their fingers together, though he did not make a move to scoot even closer to Jun. After a moment, Jun’s grip tightened on his.
“Aiba, I will find a way to pay you back for this.” Nino called out conversationally, and from across the room he could hear Aiba eep!
pairing: aiba/jun
setting: jrs era
prompt: jun helps aiba out when he keeps stumbling with the dance steps. based on this post: http://thoroughlynerdy.tumblr.com/post/51814706994/aibaxjun-jun-has-been-watching-out-for-aiba
Jun cringed as he watched Aiba quietly from the back of the room. The taller boy was harder to miss, lanky and flaily and trying oh so very hard. The problem was trying hard wasn't good enough, and wouldn't get him to learn the steps. Watching him dance though, Jun could not help but feel that the other was a lot like him. He wanted this, wanted to do well enough to debut, to be a success. Why else would he be here, practicing without his friends, trying to hard even though he was not getting it right?
Pushing off the wall that he was leaning again, Jun took a deep breath, walking over to where the other was taking a break, his breathing heave, a bottle of water in his hand. What struck the most was that Aiba didnt look discouraged, just determined, watching some of the others practicing in small groups in the room.
Jun steeled his determination, pausing a ways away from Aiba, though there was no one near them. "You don't get it? I'll show you."
And the smile that Aiba gave him was blinding, and Jun was glad that he had finished speaking before Aiba had given him that smile. He was certain that now, his voice would shake. Maybe, just maybe, Jun had found a friend, and they could do this together.
pairing: Fujikita
setting: artist AU
prompt: but i cannot make you love me
"I am thinking of going home." Fujigaya's words broke the silence of the apartment he shared with Kitayama, the other finishing the cloud that he was painting before putting down his brush and turning to look at his housemate.
"Oh?" He shook his head, trying unsuccessfully to shake his bangs from his eyes, trying to read Fujigaya, but the other wasnt looking at him, instead staring at the wall.
"Yeah." Fujigaya played with the tassels of the throw pillow he was leaning against on the couch, his eyes tracing something on the wall. "I--I am not accomplishing what I want here, and maybe going back to Ja--"
"Home, home?" Kitayama broke in his voice sharp, and Fujigaya nodded.
Kitayama shifted, so he was kneeling on the couch beside Fijigaya, searching his face.
"What's wrong, Taipi? Why are you leaving? You love it here."
"I told you," the other huffed. "I am not accomplishing what I want to."
"But you have written. You have published. What else did you want to accomplish?" Kitayama's voice was harsh, and Fujigaya finally looked at the other man, his eyes hard. Kitayama was startled but he did not look away, moving closer to the other still.
"The one thing that my heart desires. I cannot make you love me." He finally growled, and Kitayama stared at him for a moment, before shifting, grabbing the front of the others shirt tightly enough to make his fingers go white.
"Idiot, you cannot make something that already exists." When Kitayama pulled him close, Fujigaya did not resist.
He also didn't move home.
Pairing: Juba
Setting OT5 Universe
Prompt: this night I need you
Aiba glanced around the table, his eyes skimming across the faces of each of his band mates. Ohno was dozing off, his head on Sho's shoulder, and Aiba knew that beneath the table Nino was holding Ohno's hand, even though he was chatting animatedly with Jun and Toma. They had been celebrating, a little early yet, the 30th birthdays of their two youngest members while they had the time.
Between Sho, Aiba and Nino's new shows, and Sho's drama filming, and their regular shows, and prep for their summer concerts things had been busy, far busier than he would like. So it was nice to just have a moment to themselves, where they could relax.
Aiba's eyes narrowed slightly when he noticed that while Nino's eyes were bright with drink, his smile wide, Jun was still mostly sober, his beer warm on the table in front of him, a ring of condensation pooling around the base of the glass.
Aiba shifted, scooting slowly across the bench until he was sitting beside Jun, arm pushing against his arm.
Jun did not push him away.
Aiba scooted a little bit closer, pressing up against Jun's side, his left hand moving to play with Jun's, one arm sliding around Jun's waist, pulling him closer against him.
"Hey, Jun?" Aiba leaned closer to Jun, whispering his words against the others ear, enjoying how Jun shivered against him, but leaned into the embrace, hmmming in response to the others words. "Tonight, I want Jun, so come home with me, OK?" Aiba could not stop the smile from spreading across his lips and Jun just nodded and the movement brought Nino's gaze, sharp eve in drunkness, to them.
"It is my birthday so I claim Oh-chan, and Sho-kun and Toma then." His grin was sharp his claim issued as a challenge, and Aiba just laughed, pulling Jun closer still. That was fine, since tonight he wasnt going to share.
Pair: Aiba/Jun
Setting: Domestic
Prompt: Cleaning up
"You are never hosting a party here again." Jun's voice was sharp as he surveyed their apartment. Last night he was pleasantly drunk and distracted enough not to take survey of the apartment, but that had probably been Aiba's point.
Food was stuck to the ceiling. The cabinets were open and their now dirty dishes everywhere except in the sink or drying rack. Aiba was surrounded by a pile of dirty towels, their throw pillow covers, as a stack of clothing that didn't belong to any of them, looking slightly sheepish at Jun's words.
"But all the Tensai staff were SUPER impressed with your hosting skills. Becky-chan and Shimura-san said it was the best party they had ever been too."
"Becky is just pleased since she likes to think I am Domyoji." Jun grumbled, settling on the floor beside Aiba to help him start cleaning up.
"She is hosting next weeks party, but the rotation will get back to me. I cannot NOT have them over, Jun-chan. Not after we did such a great job this time" Aiba looked at Jun with wide eyes, his bottom lip trembling, using every trick in his repertoire to get Jun to agree to let him have guests over again.
Jun just sighed, and Aiba leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Jun-chan is the best to me. It's why I love him." Aiba's smile widened as Jun leaned over, cuffing him slightly on his head, his hand resting against his cheek for a moment, thumb running along the bones there.
"Next time, everyone leaves with all the clothing they came in." Jun grumbled, dropping his hand and Aiba nodded.
That was something that he could attempt to enforce. Really it was. If they could train Arashi into leaving fully dressed, the Tensai staff shouldn't be that difficult.
Pairing: Enomoto Kei / Tokita Shuntaro
Setting: any you see fit
Phrase: when the door locked, you know who to call.
Authors note. I have a HUGE HUGE HUGE thing for this pairing. So this was a lot of fun to play around with. :)
“So, if I have the facts straight, you were seducing a woman for a job?” A calm voice, almost monotone spoke, and a young man nodded vigorously, staring up with intense eyes. “And the husband came home. And your coworkers got worried when you did not report in.” Another furious nod. “But now, Shuntaro-san, you are chained here...” The voice paused hesitated for a brief moment “... naked, and there are no keys or locks visible and I am needed to rescue you since no one who know can?”
“Not rescue, untie.” The voice was petulant, his lips drawn back in a pout. “I don’t even know how I got in this mess, but all that damned monkey did was snicker and take pictures before leaving.” The bound man sighed. “We had to call around the station for recommendations, and when they finished laughing and it was mentioned that Enomoto-san is the best at what he does.”
“This is not a locked room case.” His voice was flat, almost sharp, and he could feel Shuntaro’s eyes on his, his gaze intense. Enomoto fidgeted just for a moment with his glasses, brushing the string away from his neck.
The movement caused Shuntaro’s eyes to flick up and down Enomoto’s body, before glancing back up to catch his eye. “It could be a locked room.”
Enomoto flicked his gaze downwards, actually taking in the man that was bound and kneeling before him. His body was toned, he held himself with confidence even though he was the one that was chained, but most interestingly, when he stared down at him, trying to read him, Shuntaro did not look away.
Enomoto turned and after a moment the lock to the door was flicked closed.
Pairing: Ohmatsumiya, well more Matsumiya+Ohno
Setting: coffee shop AU
Prompt: getting sexy
Jun leaned back in his chair, his eyes intent on the worker behind the counter. Nino settled into the chair beside him, sliding a hot cup of coffee in front of the taller man. Jun did not look at it, watching the man behind the counter digging at his nose instead of working.
“I have to admit that you are right.” Jun’s eyes flicked to Nino, and as the man behind the coffee shop counter turned to clean something, he was certain that Nino was oogling the barista’s assets. “His hands are the best, though if he is going to serve us coffee, i would prefer he not dig at his nose.”
Nino hmmed in response non committaly, before leaning onto the table as the barista turned around, making sure to suck loudly at his iced coffee, his cheeks hollowing around the straw. He even made sure to moan, and Jun had to fight to keep watching the barista and not his lover. After a moment, when Nino let go of the straw Jun shifted, finally taking a drink of his coffee.
“He was looking.” Jun confirmed, speaking from behind the cup and Nino nodded. “Appreciatively. As I wish i was”
Nino smirked. “His break is is five. What do you say to letting him catch you fucking me in the men’s room?”
Jun arched an eyebrow. “You think he will join in?”
NIno nodded.
“Oh-chan was staring at your bangs the entire time you were ordering. And you are very persuasive when you want to be, Jun-pon.”
Jun watched the barista, who flashed them a sleepy smile before digging into his nose again. He set his coffee down. “Challenge accepted.”
Pairing: Juntoshi
Setting: Collar Series
Prompt: Love in Paris! (because of their recent trip)
Jun was surprised that they managed to find enough time to just relax, as busy as their trip to Paris has been, but when Satoshi said that he wanted some time to just sit and paint by the river, Jun made it happen. They had bought paints and a canvas for Satoshi, and now Jun was trying not to fidget as he modeled for his lover, the city at sunset as the backdrop.
Jun was getting restless, the hours of idle time not something that he was used too, though Satoshi had made sure to bring Jun’s book along, and the meat, bread, cheese and wine they had picked up from a shop had been enough to make sure that he wasnt starving while he modeled for Satoshi.
“I don’t see why you need to paint another picture of me.” Jun grumbled yawning, and Satoshi’s eyes wrinkled with his chuckle.
“I want to capture all my best memories with Jun in the way that only I can.” Satoshi didn’t speak loudly, but at that moment, it was all Jun could hear, and he could not stop the smile that spread over his face.
In that case, Ohno could paint him as many times as he wanted.
Pair: Matsumiya
Setting: the Jimusho when they were teenagers.
Prompt: this pic I found in tumblr. These guys were fighting in school, as punishment they had two options: suspension or holding hands for an hour.
I'd like that at least one of them had secret feelings for the other.
“MatsuJun has been mean to Nino recently. So you two have to sit there and hold hands until you can be friends again.” Aiba glared between the two, his arms crossed over his chest, and from beside him Toma was nodding his agreement.
“But if MatsuJun is being the jerk, why do I have to suffer?” Nino whined, but made no move to pull his hand away.
“Because Nino is always making fun of MatsuJun’s mistakes, and it upsets him, and then you guys fight.” Toma answered the question, and did not shrink away when Nino glared at him.
“You guys suck.” Nino grumbled, glancing around.
Jun was sitting stiffly beside him, allowing Nino to hold his hand. His hand was limp in Nino’s hold, damp with sweat, and he would not look at Nino or their friends, instead stared at the door. If looks could kill, the door would have long since been kindling
“Lets just get this over with.” Jun’s voice cracked as he spoke, and Nino shifted to share at Jun, who shifted away, trying to keep as much space between himself and Nino as possible. “I don’t want to be here any more than I have to.”
As he spoke Nino watched the flush on Jun’s cheeks, the slight trembling in his hand, and this time as Nino scooted closer he hooked a foot around the bottom of Jun’s chair, to keep the other from sliding away. “Does MatsuJun find me unpleasant to be around?” Nino asked, his voice singsonging, and he leaned closer still, pushing his frame into Jun’s. At the action Jun jerked, scooting to the edge of his chair and burying his head in his free arm. It did not stop Nino from seeing the blush that consumed his face.
So that was what the issue was.
Nino shifted their hands so he could lace their fingers together, though he did not make a move to scoot even closer to Jun. After a moment, Jun’s grip tightened on his.
“Aiba, I will find a way to pay you back for this.” Nino called out conversationally, and from across the room he could hear Aiba eep!
pairing: aiba/jun
setting: jrs era
prompt: jun helps aiba out when he keeps stumbling with the dance steps. based on this post: http://thoroughlynerdy.tumblr.com/post/51814706994/aibaxjun-jun-has-been-watching-out-for-aiba
Jun cringed as he watched Aiba quietly from the back of the room. The taller boy was harder to miss, lanky and flaily and trying oh so very hard. The problem was trying hard wasn't good enough, and wouldn't get him to learn the steps. Watching him dance though, Jun could not help but feel that the other was a lot like him. He wanted this, wanted to do well enough to debut, to be a success. Why else would he be here, practicing without his friends, trying to hard even though he was not getting it right?
Pushing off the wall that he was leaning again, Jun took a deep breath, walking over to where the other was taking a break, his breathing heave, a bottle of water in his hand. What struck the most was that Aiba didnt look discouraged, just determined, watching some of the others practicing in small groups in the room.
Jun steeled his determination, pausing a ways away from Aiba, though there was no one near them. "You don't get it? I'll show you."
And the smile that Aiba gave him was blinding, and Jun was glad that he had finished speaking before Aiba had given him that smile. He was certain that now, his voice would shake. Maybe, just maybe, Jun had found a friend, and they could do this together.
pairing: Fujikita
setting: artist AU
prompt: but i cannot make you love me
"I am thinking of going home." Fujigaya's words broke the silence of the apartment he shared with Kitayama, the other finishing the cloud that he was painting before putting down his brush and turning to look at his housemate.
"Oh?" He shook his head, trying unsuccessfully to shake his bangs from his eyes, trying to read Fujigaya, but the other wasnt looking at him, instead staring at the wall.
"Yeah." Fujigaya played with the tassels of the throw pillow he was leaning against on the couch, his eyes tracing something on the wall. "I--I am not accomplishing what I want here, and maybe going back to Ja--"
"Home, home?" Kitayama broke in his voice sharp, and Fujigaya nodded.
Kitayama shifted, so he was kneeling on the couch beside Fijigaya, searching his face.
"What's wrong, Taipi? Why are you leaving? You love it here."
"I told you," the other huffed. "I am not accomplishing what I want to."
"But you have written. You have published. What else did you want to accomplish?" Kitayama's voice was harsh, and Fujigaya finally looked at the other man, his eyes hard. Kitayama was startled but he did not look away, moving closer to the other still.
"The one thing that my heart desires. I cannot make you love me." He finally growled, and Kitayama stared at him for a moment, before shifting, grabbing the front of the others shirt tightly enough to make his fingers go white.
"Idiot, you cannot make something that already exists." When Kitayama pulled him close, Fujigaya did not resist.
He also didn't move home.