[Multi-chapter] How can I love (10/14)
Title: How can I love
Author: tsuchi8562
Beta: geminib <-- Thank you so very much!
Pairing: SakurAiba (main), Aimiya, JunBa (friendship), Juntoshi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama
A/N: It was my first time writinge THAT pairing in THAT rating. Don’t be harsh, ne? Yoroshiku~!
*MASTERPOST*
The doorbell rang surprisingly quietly and calmly, like if it knew that he can’t spoil the moment with its sharpness. Sakurai was standing in front of the door like a highschooler in front of principle’s office and after a slight hesitation he silently came inside. Of course it was an awkward situation for all three of them, but it seemed that nobody wanted to withdraw now. Everything was settled and the faith that it will solve the biggest problem was really strong. No, there was no reason to change their minds. Sho went in with a rush, mumbling a quick “hello” and took off his shoes in genkan. Matsumoto was already shirtless, dressed only on sweatpants, slightly sweaty and it was obvious that they started their small show already.
“Come on in. Wanna something to drink?” Jun sounded different than usual, no wonder - not everyday you will make love to your beloved one in front of your friend. Even if it supposed to help him, it did sound sick.
“Water please…” The rapper coughed and went to the room to find Ohno, lying on the couch, with hair in a mess and a bit shiny eyes, wearing nothing but the boxer shorts. Yes, definitely something was going on before Sakurai came. Maybe it was better that way? The second oldest Arashi member drank a gulp of the cold water and sat comfortably on the armchair. He looked like he is ready; he was focused and concentrated, trying to hide his red cheeks and his embarrassment. All three of them knew that words weren’t needed now; the sooner they’ll start, the sooner it’ll end. Sho’s eyes met Jun’s and the younger man started to suck Satoshi’s neck, moaning softly and pulling the older man closer. Ohno closed his eyes, trying to feel the caress as much as possible and laid back, forgetting about Sakurai’s presence when Matsumoto’s flickering tongue were exploring tanned skin, tasting it and kissing the collarbones, heading lower. The gentle wriggling on the armchair located near the couch was left unnoticed; at this time all that mattered was the touch, the kisses and the sensation. Jun’s hand found its way to the edge of Ohno’s shorts, rubbing the skin just above it when lover’s lips finally joined in sweet and unrushed kiss. The youngest Arashi member crawled on top of the leader and without breaking the kiss he rolled his hips against the latter’s, brushing their still clothed members against each other. Soft moan left Satoshi’s throat and he opened his eyes, wanting to look at his lover, but his gaze automatically went to the armchair, where Sakurai was sitting, blushing and biting his lips. The eldest one could see that the rapper tries to become invisible and this thought made Ohno stop moving against the taller man. Jun’s hand touched Satoshi’s cheek, making the latter look at him.
“Your eyes on me.” This was the first sentence that sounded in the room after the whole action had started. Matsumoto’s soft but firm tone brought the leader back to reality and when Jun’s fingers scuffed his lips, he fully focused on his beloved man again. The more passionate, more possessive and heated kiss they shared in next second was followed by gentle journey of Jun’s hands on the older’s torso. Ohno stroked lightly the younger’s nape, tangling fingers in his raven hair while pulling him even closer.
“M-more…” Hushful whisper hit Matsumoto’s ear when he pulled Satoshi’s black shorts down, exposing semi hard flesh. Jun smiled and soon his fingers were followed by his silky tongue, leaving wet traces from neck, through collarbones, stopping for a while on left nipple, sucking it and teasing, heading lower and lower, finally reaching the soft groin skin. The way Ohno moaned his lover’s name was obviously hot, but also it was so intimate that is should be remain a secret. From the corner of his eye Matsumoto saw Sho, standing up and grabbing his jacket. The youngest among them stopped and sat up, looking straight in Sakurai’s eyes. He was slightly mad, because this whole show cost him and Satoshi a lot and he was also aware that the rapper knows it very well too, so Jun just couldn’t allow his band mate to leave. Not now. The second oldest Arashi member understood it well and this silent exchange of glances made him sit back down. Jun bowed gently in appreciation and got back to sweet caressing his lover. All this time Ohno didn’t move, closing his eyes and waiting. The tallest man sprinkled the leader’s thighs with kisses, nibbling the tanned skin and finally reached the older man’s now fully hard member without a rush. Satoshi repeated Matsumoto’s name with every slow lick and interleaved it with loud groans. Ohno’s hips went slightly up, showing this way his impatience, since Jun seemed to have no intension in speeding things up. The leader’s misty eyes wandered toward their guest from time to time, spotting Sho’s shiny eyes, watching them with unhidden curiosity. Of course it was just an evidence that Sakurai was slowly losing his confusion, understanding a lot more than before. However, the glance lasted for a split of a second; he was almost immediately distracted with his lover’s touch before he could manage to see more. Damn, this is easier than I thought… came across his mind, but soon every thought were blurred by Matsumoto’s lips, surrounding the member's head and when the younger one started to suck, nothing else mattered.
“J-jun…” He whispered the name, tangling his fingers in the younger singer’s hair, stroking the scalp as he pushed his hips up, wanting so badly to thrust in Matsumoto’s mouth. Jun seemed to understand that unspoken plead and parted his lips, letting Ohno to go in deeper and licking around. A thought that the dark object sitting on the right side of the couch is somehow natural hit him and it was a sign that he got rid of every barrier that was still holding him from relaxing to the fullest. The last wall fell down when he reached the lube and poured it on his fingers. When he pushed one inside Satoshi and moved it around, he didn’t forget Sakurai’s presence, but he wasn’t bothered by it anymore. Soon he pushed the second finger in, looking at Ohno’s face and stopping every move when he saw a wince on beloved face, trying to distract Satoshi by sucking his member. When the younger one felt that the walls are loosening up and tasted the salty precum on his tongue, he moved away and replaced his fingers with his aching member, diving inside slowly.
“I love you.” Silent till now Jun stated when he was completely buried in his lover and without any warning, began to thrust in unhurried rhythm, enjoying every move to the fullest. Ohno wanted to say it back, but the words drowned in Matsumoto’s lips. Shortly the tallest man speeded up, tangling their fingers and pushing Satoshi’s hand back, to the siderest of the couch, right in front of Sakurai. Their free hands joined on leader’s member and stroked it, giving the same rhythm as their hips, hastening the movement with passing seconds. Jun knew that his lover is close to the climax, because he felt that the walls are clenching around him, so he increased the tempo even more. Feeling that he is close himself, he claimed Satoshi’s lips and came, moaning in the kiss. It didn’t take long when Ohno followed his lover, arching his back and breaking the kiss, moaning his lover’s name and opening his eyes that landed on Sho, but even distracted by the ecstasy he noticed that the rapper's eyes darkened and some sparkles of lust could be seen in them, but next second those eyes widened together with paling face, like realization hit Sakurai the same second with desire. Matsumoto breathed fast and reached for the pack of tissues that was laying in the siderest, close to Sho. Their eyes met and Jun knew that all the effort they put in this was worth it. Smiling, he carefully and lovingly cleaned his lover’s stomach and soon Satoshi went to the bathroom. After a short while some splashing sounds could be heard - a sign that leader is taking a bath.
“This will take long; Satoshi likes to take a hot bath after…” The youngest singer didn’t finish the sentence. He pulled up his pants, put on a T-shirt and looked at his band mate. “Sorry…” Jun mumbled and sighed.
“No. I should say sorry. I should find out what my true self is alone, without forcing you to…”
“It was our idea. I just hope it helped you, even a bit.”
“Jun, it helped me a lot… When I saw all your feelings you shared a while ago… I understood that I am lying to myself. God, I was so blind… So damn fucking blind…” Sakurai hid his face and leaned back. He looked like he is close to crying, but all in all no tear fell down his cheek.
“Sho-kun, if you want…”
“For all that time I was trying to convince myself that I am ‘normal’… You know what I mean by it… But then… Once I called one girl ‘Masaki’… She kicked me out of her bed; I don’t blame her, but the fact that I fantasized about Aiba-chan hit me harder than her fist. Jun, is there something wrong with me?”
“No, there is nothing wrong. You just need to think about it and find the answer by yourself. Just don’t think too much, sometimes listening to your heart is the best solution.” Matsumoto’s gaze wandered to the bathroom’s door where Ohno was standing wrapped in bathrobe. The rapper stood up and took his jacket.
“Time for me to go, I need to figure out who I am… Jun… Thank you for everything… See you at work.” Sakurai left the apartment and when the door closed behind him, Ohno sat on the couch, drying his hair with his hand.
“Do you think he understood?” Satoshi asked, looking at his beloved man.
“I think he did, he just has to settle everything in his head.” Jun sighed and then he frowned, looking at Ohno. “And you! I should be jealous, you know?”
“Eeh? Why?”
“You were looking at Sho-chan almost all the time…”
“No wonder, Sho-kun is an ikemen.” Leader stated firmly and giggled when Matsumoto opened wide his mouth. “Well, he is, you can’t deny that! But I love you and I wouldn’t trade you for no one else.”
“Good answer…” The younger man smiled and kissed his lover possessively. Untying the white fluffy belt, the last thing he thought was Aiba’s reaction on Sakurai’s confession. There were no doubts that this will happen sooner or later. And everybody thought one and the same thing: preferably sooner.