Precision-Patience-Passion (6/6)
Title: Precision-Patience-Passion
Pairing: Sakurai Sho/Matsumoto Jun
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,013 words for this chapter (27,917 words for the whole fic)
Summary: “As I was saying, cooking is one of the most elaborate forms of art and requires what I’d like to call the three Ps: precision, patience and passion. It’s… What NOW?” - Jun knows he is one of the best cooking instructors you can get, but his new class confronts him with unexpected challenges...
Disclaimer: No money was made with this work of fiction. The only thing belonging to us is the plot bunny. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: And there it is, the final chapter. :)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
So he gestured for his guest to lead the way into the kitchen where the ingredients for the chocolate mousse were still out on the counter space. Busying himself with the dolce, because it would need its time in the fridge anyway and so maybe would be ready in time for dessert, Jun’s movements became fluid and precise. Out of the corner of his eye, he would catch Sho watching him from time to time.
Neither of them talked much, which was highly uncomfortable, if you asked Jun. At the same time, Sho’s gaze on him while he was working made whole battalions of butterflies take off in his belly. He had fallen for Sho, of course he had. And even though there still was the question of how to proceed as boss and employee as well as teacher and student, he wanted to make it work. He would work hard to make it work, to juggle business and private life. Sho was here, that had to mean that he, too, wanted to make this - them - work, didn’t it?
Slowly folding the stiff peaks of cream into the chocolate mixture, resolve grew inside Jun.
“You wanna try?” A cautious smile on his lips, he held a spoon up for Sho to taste the mousse before it would need to go in the fridge.
Without a word, Sho took it and dipped it into the sweet mixture. When his whole face suddenly lit up.
That was the moment Jun finally found the courage to say what he needed to say. “Listen, I’m truly sorry for overreacting. I was afraid you were too good to be true.”
“Well, let’s face it, I just am. Ace in the kitchen, no misunderstandings, always even-tempered - but I do accept your apology.”
Sho’s lips around the spoon curled into a smile and Jun couldn’t help but return it. It hadn’t been a given that Sho would forgive him like that and he knew that his heartfelt apology had something to do with it. Maybe he wasn’t the only one crushing...
“Great fashion sense, now that we’re at it, listing you most commending attributes,” he added sheepishly, hoping that he wasn’t going too far already.
“What’s wrong with my fashion sense?” Jun had to laugh at Sho’s puzzled expression.
“So how’s the chocolate mousse?” he asked instead, taking the spoon back from Sho and putting it in the dishwasher with all the other dirty utensils.
“Leave the spoon. I want more of that,” his guest complained.
Mission accomplished! Jun grinned broadly as he put the bowl with their tasty dessert in the fridge and got out everything he would need for their first course. “It’s for dessert. It needs to cool first.”
“Tease,” Sho harrumphed. “But seriously, what’s wrong with my fashion sense?”
The obvious thing would be to tell Sho that he had none - half of the time, at least. But that would be rude. True but rude nonetheless, and he really didn’t feel like provoking yet another argument. So he probably had to try a somewhat more diplomatic approach.
“Sho, you know you’re a good-looking guy, right?” Jun started, rearranging the ingredients on the counter and contemplating if he should allow Sho to chop something. He did attend cooking class, after all, but Jun really wanted to cook for him.
“A compliment is worth less when you already hear the BUT.” Luckily, Sho didn’t look upset, rather curious.
“HOWEVER, it’s sometimes a bit like… like Russian Fashion Roulette. You either look stunning or you blow it.” There, he had said it. Even weaseled in a compliment - but Sho definitely DID look stunning, though only half of the time, when he wasn’t suffering from temporary blindness.
“I’m sorry, everything after stunning was white noise. Now, how can I help?”
Jun rolled his eyes theatrically, but the broad grin probably was giving him away. “Let me take you shopping, how about that?”
“It’s a date.”
The word ‘date’ alone was doing things to Jun’s heart he would have laughed at in others.
“But I’m a diligent student, I can help you here, in the kitchen, you know? Anything to get to that chocolate mousse faster.” Had Sho just winked at him?
The knife Jun was pointing at Sho to stress his point was, incidentally, the sharpest he had: “I won’t have any digits or limbs cut off, so what you can do is stay around and watch the artist at work.” He gave him a wink back. “And tell me... well, whatever you feel like.”
Sho sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Jun chopping the vegetables. “You know, just the other day, I was told I had no fashion sense. Funnily from a guy running around in PJs and wearing both glasses and braces, but that’s a different story. I agreed to go shopping with him, not because I agree but it was a great excuse to see him again.”
Jun managed to blush for several reasons at once - one, he WAS wearing his pyjamas, his glasses and had his braces in. God, he really wanted to change into something more… stylish. But part of the blood coloring his cheeks was due to the fact that Sho wanted to see him again.
“But I didn’t tell that guy I actually had a thing for glasses. And braces…”
Sho was pulling his leg. He had to be. Who in their right mind had a thing for stupid braces that made you sound like you had some speech impediment? Still, Jun’s pulse shot up and he could feel his blush deepen. After a split-second, though, he said wryly, “Better not tell the guy, then. He might not believe your sweet-talk.” He didn’t look up from his cutting; if he did, he would probably be the one cutting into a finger. That was the last thing he wanted or needed. The meal was going to be perfect!
“You think?” Jun could hear Sho stand from where he was leaning leisurely against the counters to look over his shoulder, humming quietly.
“I know,” he nodded insistently. God, how was he to concentrate with Sho so close by?!
“Mhmmmm, he would be wrong not to trust me. I might lack in fashion sense, allegedly, but I know when I see someone sexy. Isn’t nerdy the new hip?” Not only was Sho looking over Jun’s shoulder, he was leaning on it.
Jun slowed down the chopping, just to be on the safe side, but he would be damned if he told Sho to move now.
“What are you cooking anyway?” Sho’s voice was low and very close to his ear, making the small hairs on his neck stand in the best way possible.
He leaned into the man behind him, just a little, enjoying the warmth and physical contact. For just a second his hands stilled and he closed his eyes to savour the moment.
Then he continued cutting with renewed focus. This was going to be the best meal Sho had ever had, Jun vowed to himself. He was out to impress - at least with his cooking, if not with his style. Even though he did feel more comfortable after their little banter. “Some bruschetta as hors d’oeuvre, since I’ve been told it’s one of my specialties. Avocado and prawns. As a main course, scallops. And, finally, chocolate mousse,” he answered.
“Well, colour me hungry.” Sho’s smile was audible from his voice. “How long do I have to wait? This is torture…”
“Impatient much?” Jun chuckled - then sucked in his breath audibly, as he felt Sho lick his ear.
“Maybe? That a bad thing?”
Jun was all for a sequel to what they had begun at school, hands down, no question. But he also really wanted Sho to taste his cooking, for him to see what he was capable of and to see that ecstatic expression illuminating his face when he ate something he really liked.
Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to just make him watch as he cooked, not if he wanted to see this menu finished.
“I promise it is worth the wait.”
Had things gone like he had planned them to before their meeting at the Rainbow Imperial, there wouldn’t have been much of a wait at all. Jun would have been done with cooking and ready when Sho arrived. This way… well, it was hard concentrating, not that he wanted to complain as Sho’s lips were leaving a wet trail down his neck.
Okay, find the guy some work around the kitchen! Jun took a deep breath to focus. “You could cut and roast some bread, how about that?”
It took Sho several more moments of sweet torture before it was only his warm breath any more tickling Jun’s neck. “I can do that…”
“How about you start then? Weren’t you the one who said he was hungry?” Jun snorted and gestured Sho to the breadbox before handing him a knife.
“It isn’t my fault, I was invited to dinner so of course I’m hungry. And you can’t hold it against me that there are certain temptations in the kitchen keeping me from…”
“Less sweet talking, more bread cutting,” Jun tried his best to keep his voice firm, decisive but he was smiling internally.
“Hai, sensei. Got it…”
There were several more interruptions; at some point he even managed to quickly sneak to the bathroom to get his braces out again.
Anyway, Jun was somehow relieved that Sho still sucked in the kitchen, even though not as badly as he had on day one - but at least not everything was a pretense and show. He already knew Sho had OTHER talents, but these would have to wait.
When everything was as ready as could be at that point, Jun decided to not make Sho wait any longer and serve the bruschetta. He had decorated both their plates with reduced balsamic vinaigrette and fresh basil. Sho’s expression spoke of pure bliss as he ate - Jun loved the small sounds he made enjoying their dinner. Avocado and lightly sautéed prawns, a hint of garlic and chili and a dash of lemon. The main course, whole scallops au gratin with fresh vegetables and risotto on the side, had worked just perfectly. Jun was relieved Sho seemed to be over the moon with his menu choices.
Their conversation over dinner gravitated to things like common hobbies and general small talk. They both seemed to want to keep it light and noncommittal to be able to fully concentrate on the good food and great company.
Eventually, Jun got up from the table - they had dimmed the lights a bit and decided on lighting some candles - to put away the dirty dishes. “You want some espresso or something with dessert?”
“I’ll go with something.” Sho smirked in response but then waved it off as Jun gave him a questioning look. “No espresso for me, thank you.”
Jun just shrugged, turning to the fridge to get the mousse out. He could hardly wait - If Sho’s reaction to the first spoon had been any indication he would love it and Jun could already feel his chest swell with pride at his accomplishment.
...and his heart beat with anticipation. They both knew how this night would end and no friendly banter and chitchat could change that. Not that they really wanted it to.
“Good news, the mousse is ready,” Jun said over his shoulder and placed the bowl filled with chocolate on the counter to spoon out some of it onto small dishes and decorate them.
He could hear Sho’s chair squeak and moments later he was looking over Jun’s shoulder once again. “Mhmmmmm, looks good. Can’t we just take the bowl, just like that?”
“Don’t be so greedy.” Despite his words, Jun smiled and leaned into Sho’s warmth.
“Hey, I’ve been perfectly patient and well behaved all evening long, in case you haven’t noticed!”
Jun had to chuckle at that. “Believe me, I noticed. I may be short-sighted, and a bit skeptical at times, but I’m not blind.” He had been on his best behaviour himself, after all.
They both knew it had only taken as long as it had to get to this point because Jun had made it an important point for Sho to try his cooking.
Sho put his arms around Jun, slowly turning him until they were face to face. Jun let it happen, decorated dessert in his hands. “I wasn’t lying about the glasses thing,” he felt more than heard Sho’s warm breath against his face.
“You better not.”
“Nor about the braces,” his opposite whispered, leaning forward to gently nestle against Jun’s jaw. “You did look cute, but I’m glad you took them out; they really might have got in the way…”
“In the way of dessert, you mean?” Jun knew Sho couldn’t see his raised eyebrow as he was busy kissing his trail from jaw to earlobe and down his neck.
“Oh, I’m sure you know exactly what I mean… ‘sensei’.”
Sho’s breath tickled the sensitive skin where his neck met his shoulder… about time to get rid of dessert before he let it drop, accidentally. Jun maneuvered them over to the small table and set down the two small glass bowls. His hands finally free, his fingers hooked in Sho’s belt loops to pull him closer.
“You’re just afraid I’d have left ugly bite marks,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as Sho’s tongue was teasing the sensitive pulse point right underneath his ear.
“Mmm-hmmm,” came the equally mumbled answer. Sho’s hands sneaking underneath the pyjama top were warm and teasing. “Can’t risk that with my hideous clothes and all...”
“You’re not really angry, are you?” Jun forced Sho to look up so he could look him right into the eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, it wasn’t like-
Sho didn’t answer his questions but stopped his thoughts as he leaned forward to initiate the first kiss in what felt like ages. Usually, Jun would have sent ANYONE to the bathroom to first brush their teeth after the meal, but the thought of pushing Sho away NOW was beyond ridiculous.
The touch of Sho’s fingers against his skin left goose bumps on their way up, slowly pushing the fabric of his shirt out of the way. It didn’t look like Sho intended to waste any time today and Jun sure as hell wouldn’t complain. They had had a four-course dinner as foreplay; this really should do.
The top had to go and Jun knew the bottoms would follow soon enough. He couldn’t honestly say he felt sorry. He felt a lot more self-confident without than with them… Dessert forgotten, he was a bit surprised when he was pushed backwards against the counter space again and his back met the cool bowl of the remaining mousse. He let himself fall back a little, the solidity behind him steadying Jun so that he could finally concentrate fully on Sho and only Sho. His fingers nimbly started opening the crisp white dress shirt.
If anything, his guest became even more teasing. He had probably heard the low scratching noise of the bowl on the counter and Jun watched, curious, as one hand went behind him and returned with a finger full of chocolaty goodness. “Itadakimasu,” he heard a low chuckle, imbued with lust.
“You shouldn’t play with your food,” Jun grinned and quickly leaned forward to suck Sho’s finger in before his guest could taste the mousse.
“Hey!” the other complained but any protest quickly ebbed away as Jun teasingly mirrored his movements from the other day.
Sho withdrew his finger, his hand moving to Jun’s jaw - the other hand still against the small of Jun’s back - holding him in place and then forcing Jun to look up. “You and these talents of yours...” The expression in Sho’s eyes said everything but the growing bulge Jun felt against his thighs through unwanted fabric was also a good indication that Sho wasn’t regretting his visit.
Jun was a bit sad at the loss of his playthings like that, even though the thought of what was still to come made him shudder in sweet anticipation. He met and held Sho’s intense gaze, drank from those eyes. “You haven’t even seen half of it,” he whispered, a bit breathless. His own hands were busying themselves even more on the button front of Sho’s shirt before he tugged it from those dress pants insistently. Better get the thing out of the way before they got chocolate or something on it. Or something...
That was when Sho’s hand pulled Jun’s face toward him, their lips crashing hungrily.
He could hear himself whimper and felt the other man’s lips curl upwards when Sho slowly started moving against Jun, his pants and Jun’s pyjama bottoms still between them, which led to some oh so sweet friction. At the same time, he just wanted them gone gone gone.
Suddenly, Sho was closer - god, he really loved the way that man smelled - his chest pressing against Jun’s own, skin against skin. He registered in the back of his mind the sound of the bowl behind him being moved - then Sho let go of him and stepped back.
Jun was about to protest when he saw Sho smear a little of the mousse on his own collar bone, then licking the last remains from his finger. “The thing you’ve said about not playing with food - what was it again?”
“Exactly that,” Jun murmured, eyes going from Sho’s lips to his collarbone and already moving to lick up every last bit of chocolate on that gorgeous man’s skin. “Don’t play with your food.”
Underneath the sweet, there was a musky and slightly bitter taste of… Sho - of adrenaline, testosterone, a hint of his shower gel, his aftershave, the trials and tribulations of everyday challenges. It was so typically Sho and so intoxicating...
Jun didn’t need the chocolate with it, he wasn’t all that big on sweets - but it was the perfect excuse to keep licking and nibbling. So when he took off his glasses, because they increasingly got in the way, he also got a finger full of mousse to spread it generously on and around Sho’s navel, the piercing sitting just above his belted dress pants.
However, Sho pulled him back up before Jun could undo the other's pants. He was a little confused, and although he didn't articulate his question other than by puzzled looks he still got his answer.
“Not today... but I’ll definitively come back to it some other time,” Sho smirked, moving his hands around Jun to slip them under the fabric until they rested on his ass.
“Who said I wanted to...?” Jun wanted to protest but got distracted as Sho gently squeezed his buttocks.
“Tell me I am wrong.”
Jun paused, then shook his head as he couldn’t come up with a good lie in time. And then, it no longer mattered as he was freed from his PJ bottoms.
For just a split-second, there was self-consciousness blossoming, now that he was standing in front of his crush stark naked. But as a matter of fact, Jun worked hard on his body; he was proud of it and the fact that he hadn’t turned flabby like so many other cooks yet. Call it vanity, but he was a firm believer in the healthy body as the temple for a healthy soul.
He would also worship at Sho’s temple, though, from now on. Stepping out of the pyjamas at his feet, he pressed against his... guest? boss? lover? Sho! He didn’t care anymore if the fancy dress pants got stained. All he cared about any more was to worship every inch of the handsome man in his kitchen.
This time, it was him who smeared some more mousse on Sho’s shoulder, gently licking the sweet dolce from soft skin over hard muscles. He knew he was a hypocrite for scolding Shun days ago but this was HIS kitchen and he could do whatever he wanted! And it so happened to be savouring every inch of Sho’s body he could reach.
He enjoyed the feeling of Sho’s hands traveling up and down his sides, fingernails scratching without leaving marks and caressing just the right spots. As if Sho was drawing a map with Jun’s moans as a guideline...
“You’ve got protection?” Sho was back at his ear, his breath hot against Jun’s shell, so it took him a few seconds to make some sense out of it.
Eventually, he settled on a slow nod. “In the bathroom... I’ll... Just give me a couple minutes,” he said, already a bit breathless from the feel of Sho against him.
But all of a sudden, there was a feeling of restlessness spreading inside him. Jun still felt a little unprepared and... gross. He was in his own home. This wasn’t some quick fuck at a club. He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted it to be nice and clean and just the thing Sho would want to repeat. It was hard pausing what they were doing to get cleaned up, but any later and he wouldn’t do it.
With a look that told the other man how embarrassing this felt, Jun peeled himself off of Sho and made a bee-line for the bathroom to quickly get cleaned up.
He would have to hurry. For one, he didn’t want Sho to wait too long and lose interest in the end - although he had felt pretty interested to Jun. And it had simply been too long. Last time in the classroom had been amazing, no question (and a waste of perfectly good mussels) - but there was a difference in a hand job and blow job, and SEX. So yeah, he really had to hurry.
Jun quickly stepped into the shower and immediately grabbed the soap. It felt good to clean up, with the occasional jack to keep the hard-on, but he needed to focus on the critical parts...
All in all, he was still a little damp but clean and perfectly hard when he returned with lube and condoms.
He found Sho still in the kitchen, leaning against the counters and seemingly leafing through one of Jun’s cookbooks. When he noticed Jun coming back, though, he immediately put it aside; suddenly Jun could feel Sho’s undivided attention resting solely focused on him, Jun. And he saw the lust in those dark eyes traveling slowly up his body.
It wasn’t like the sight of Sho didn’t make Jun want to just jump him, either. While he had showered, Sho had taken off his fancy-ass dress pants and was now leaning there nonchalantly in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs. Jun licked his lips unconsciously.
He gave himself a push walking over to him as he remained still leaning against the counter - a picture he would commit to his memories for lonely nights. But he wasn’t alone now, not with Sho warm and solid against him when their lips met for another kiss.
Oh how he wanted this. THIS. He hadn't taken long but Jun was relieved to feel Sho's interest hadn't subsided while he had been in the shower.
One piece of fabric. One item of clothing was all that was still left between them. And as much as Jun liked touching and teasing, he couldn’t wait any longer to rid Sho of his underwear. So the first order of business was his hands ripping off the boxer briefs impatiently.
There was a heated gasp at his ear when his fingertips brushed Sho’s hard-on. “Do it...” Sho’s voice was low but insistent. “Touch me...”
He didn’t need any further encouragement but closed his hand around Sho, slowly moving it up and down. He liked the solid weight against his palm, felt a rush of power when he made Sho’s cock stiffen further in synch with the moans he coaxed from that delicate mouth.
Jun heard something click followed by a wet noise but couldn’t quite place the sounds until he felt slick fingers spreading his buttocks.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned slightly. He had known - had wanted this. It had been so long and he knew he wanted Sho, to feel Sho inside him, so very up close and personal.
Jun tried to relax a bit, to close his eyes and channel all the sweet pain into working on the perfect love bite. Something so Sho would think of him tomorrow, too. The guy would have to wear his good dress shirt all buttoned up.
His hand’s movement slowed and he carefully guided Sho with him, over to the chairs and table.
The wood felt cool against his bare skin and Jun let himself be shoved against it. His hands on Sho’s back and in his hair, he was pressed flush up to the other man, their erections brushing against each other.
Jun could hear a drawn-out moan that was giving him goosebumps down his spine in the best way possible. When he looked up, there was Sho, hair mussed, lips slightly parted and eyes wild.
“I want you.” It was awfully clichéd, Jun knew, and so Sho’s answering chuckle felt more of a positive answer than anything else.
Better not talk, not now not-“oh fuck!” Jun’s head fell back when Sho rolled his hips, thus rubbing their erections against each other. Judging from the sound escaping Sho’s mouth, he wasn’t the only one wanting.
“Oh FUCK!” Another roll increasing the friction - Jun didn’t know if he could do this but it felt too damn good to stop, sounded too damn good to hear Sho moan like that...
His mind went literally blank when he felt Sho’s fingers again, sliding between his cheeks and gently tracing his entrance. It had to be an odd angle for him, reaching around Jun with the table as a further obstacle - but he couldn’t help but just ENJOY at this very moment. It felt too damn good to do anything else... and there were still things to come. If this was any indication then...
“OH!”
He barely heard Sho’s chuckle as he was paying full attention to that daring finger gently probing...
“Relax…”
Jun deliberately tightened his muscles around the finger, then relaxed it again. “Like I could ever do that with you ready to fuck me hard,” he attempted a smirk at Sho.
And to follow up his words with action, he withdrew his hands from Sho, also the other man’s hand from his backside, though not without regret. Then he slid backward, onto the table, knees bent and feet on the edge.
No words were necessary to resume what they had just been doing, Sho’s fingers back at his entrance, circling, then probing again.
Jun bit his lip, watched Sho. The concentration, dedication... he looked sexy as hell and Jun couldn’t help congratulating himself once again. It would be a delight to see all these expressions drown in lust and need, to hear the sounds he had heard in the classroom, but this time with Sho filling him up, both of them losing it...
He couldn’t hold back the hiss, didn’t want to, as Sho pushed and pulled his finger in and out in slow, teasing movements. It didn’t take long until he found Jun’s weak spot, making him groan both in lust and frustration as the sweet pressure vanished a second later.
“God, you look so sexy...” Sho’s voice was low and dark and a little husky.
It felt better than he cared to admit, hearing those words. They were giving him the most pleasant of goosebumps. Jun could only guess at the pure lust in his eyes. But if the guy wanted to keep sweet-talking NOW…
His feet went up to Sho’s neck, trapping him at least symbolically between them and pulling him just a bit closer. Enough with the preparation, for heaven’s sake! Jun was aching for more, aching to feel, hear, touch, taste, smell Sho.
“No rush,” he could hear Sho chuckle.
Jun wasn’t proud to hear himself whine as Sho was - deliberately - taking his time and keeping him waiting. Yet, another ‘click’ kept his spirits up.
“Say it...”
Jun was confused, unsure what Sho wanted to hear from him. “What?”
“Say how much you want it,” Jun could rather feel than see Sho’s grin as he pressed a kiss against Jun’s ankle.
Fuck you, he wanted to say. Tease. Player. Like you don’t want it just as badly… The fact of the matter was, though, that Sho’s ministrations had felt way too good. So Jun concentrated on the fuzzy warmth still spreading from where he had been touched, and took a deep breath.
“I want you badly. I want-no, I need to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard. Now.” He met Sho’s heated gaze with his very own.
“Patience.”
Jun was about to complain, but dropped it when he felt two slick fingers entering, probing, stretching. Not quite what he had asked for but it felt too damn good to really give a shit. Not when Sho had memorized that delicate spot within him that made him forget. The third finger was uncomfortable but just for the first instance. This wasn’t his first time and he got used to it way quicker than he had all those years back.
Although his eyes rolled back with every other brush of teasing fingers, he always tried to find Sho’s gaze, these dark eyes, clouded with lust - It was good to know he wasn’t the only one who wanted this so badly.
So he sighed with relief when Sho’s left hand started searching the table for something - only to return with a condom wrapper he opened with his teeth while his other hand was still fucking Jun. Thank god for multitasking!
“I’ll do it,” he offered, taking his feet off Sho’s shoulders and sitting up to take the condom from his lover’s hand. Sho let him. Jun shuddered with pleasure when their dicks almost bumped into each other. “God,” he gasped.
With a deep breath, Jun answered Sho’s smile, lust barely contained any more, with one of his own. He knew this was his chance to push the other man just that little bit closer to the edge, yet when he made to roll the latex onto Sho’s cock, his fingers were trembling more than he meant them to.
Together, they finally succeeded and Jun let out a relieved little sigh that soon became a strangled cry of pure lust when he fell back onto the table, Sho penetrating him.
There would always be a little pain at first but it was worth it, hell yes. If the fingers had felt good... there was no comparison to the feeling of being full, the feeling of Sho within him as the other steadily pressed forward. He heard Sho mumble something along the lines of “so tight” - a cliché, but Jun couldn’t care less - that drowned in a satisfied moan when Jun felt Sho’s body flush against his own.
“Oh god...”
They were done talking as Sho set up a rhythm, moving in and out, less gentle than expected but very much welcomed. Between them there were only moans and sighs. Jun tried to keep eye contact, wanted to study all the new expressions on Sho’s face, but he lost it when his lover bent his legs further so he could reach deeper.
This. Just... this! Jun’s nails dug into Sho’s skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks and long scratches along the expanse of his back, sides and arms. He had to concentrate not to just let go of every last ounce of control and come right there and then, but it was worth that little bit of effort.
The sounds escaping Sho’s lips and the sight of the other man’s composure unraveling in the very best way possible was worth it a thousand times.
Not that Jun wasn’t panting and gasping and moaning in utter delight in time with every single thrust of Sho’s hips.
“Fuck, oh fuck...”
Jun almost smiled - almost, as it was impossible to control his features any longer - when Sho’s thrusts grew sloppier, faster, while he started swearing. He couldn’t make out half of it... especially since Sho slightly changed the angle and thus didn’t just brush but perfectly hit the sensitive spot within. Again and again and again.
“Oh god, Shhhhh...” Jun tried to hold on just a little longer but it was hopeless. Pure bliss exploded from that little confined spot, spreading all over his body as he came with Sho’s name on his lips. He could hear something slide off the table, break and shatter, but couldn’t care less, riding out the waves of this blissful orgasm.
When Sho came just a bit later, Jun’s name drawn out to almost infinity, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Despite the second bowl of chocolate mousse dropping and shattering.
A few more sloppy thrusts, then Sho landed panting on top of him, apparently unable to stand up straight any longer. The additional contact of sweaty skin on skin was more than welcome and, after a brief moment of hesitation, Jun decidedly put his arms around the other.
Yes, they had basically given life to cliché-soaked gay porn, alas, even in his holy kitchen - but this somehow didn’t feel like something short-lived, nor did it feel dirty.
“You’re quite something...” Sho’s laughter was warm and comforting against Jun’s cheek.
He sighed instead of answering, quietly lamenting the loss as Sho slid out. Still, he was keeping Sho close, didn’t yet want to completely let go of him. It wasn’t all that comfortable, but that didn’t really matter at this very moment. It would be over way too soon anyway. “You know…” Jun felt himself blush, struggling for the right words. “I… this… it’s…”
Sho shut up his babbling with a tender kiss - which was probably better anyway. Jun retaliated only too eagerly.
When they finally let go of each other, Jun stifled a groan as he got up from the hard surface of the table. His gaze took in the state of his kitchen, then met Sho’s. “Did we really do that?”
“Sorry, you don’t expect an eloquent answer, do you? I hardly concentrated on the kitchen...” Sho shrugged his shoulders and hardly looked apologetic. Oh, how Jun loved that disheveled look, face still flushed, hair sticking in every direction!
“Sweet talking won’t undo your crashing my bowls, you know?” He gestured to the mess right next to the table.
“Then how about... we get cleaned up first, then clean up and finally get to taste the mousse. I got deprived of my dessert, after all.”
Luckily, the large bowl was still intact. “Greedy much?”
“Too much temptation.” Sho’s grin was mischievous.
Jun couldn’t help doing the same. “Let’s get you into the shower, then.”
~*~
A couple of hours later, Jun was grateful for the dim light in his bedroom, the street lamp from outside the only source of illumination, as the happy smile was way too broad for his own liking. He was lying on his side, head propped up on one elbow, and watching the shadows play across Sho’s peaceful face. There hadn’t been any question Sho would stay the night - that gorgeous man was now sleeping beside Jun, in his bed and wearing a pair of borrowed pyjamas.
His guest was snoring happily, face half hidden in the fluffy pillow. But instead of being irritated, Jun enjoyed watching and listening to Sho. How long had it been since he had allowed someone to stay for the night?... Probably an eternity, but now he hoped for the moment to last forever.
He still felt a little sore, would feel it tomorrow with every step but he didn’t mind. He was happy, really happy and hopeful. This, THIS could really be something. THEM could be something.
They would figure out how to deal with the whole employer-employee thing. Jun was sure they could - and somehow would - make it, even if he didn’t know how yet. For as long as it needed to work, they would make it work. Until Jun could afford a restaurant of his own; that was still his big goal, his dream.
Maybe he would even try to be nice to Ninomiya. The snotty little know-it-all had had a hand in his meeting Sho, after all.
Not tonight though. Tonight they would just enjoy each other’s company and that was enough.
Pairing: Sakurai Sho/Matsumoto Jun
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,013 words for this chapter (27,917 words for the whole fic)
Summary: “As I was saying, cooking is one of the most elaborate forms of art and requires what I’d like to call the three Ps: precision, patience and passion. It’s… What NOW?” - Jun knows he is one of the best cooking instructors you can get, but his new class confronts him with unexpected challenges...
Disclaimer: No money was made with this work of fiction. The only thing belonging to us is the plot bunny. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: And there it is, the final chapter. :)
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So he gestured for his guest to lead the way into the kitchen where the ingredients for the chocolate mousse were still out on the counter space. Busying himself with the dolce, because it would need its time in the fridge anyway and so maybe would be ready in time for dessert, Jun’s movements became fluid and precise. Out of the corner of his eye, he would catch Sho watching him from time to time.
Neither of them talked much, which was highly uncomfortable, if you asked Jun. At the same time, Sho’s gaze on him while he was working made whole battalions of butterflies take off in his belly. He had fallen for Sho, of course he had. And even though there still was the question of how to proceed as boss and employee as well as teacher and student, he wanted to make it work. He would work hard to make it work, to juggle business and private life. Sho was here, that had to mean that he, too, wanted to make this - them - work, didn’t it?
Slowly folding the stiff peaks of cream into the chocolate mixture, resolve grew inside Jun.
“You wanna try?” A cautious smile on his lips, he held a spoon up for Sho to taste the mousse before it would need to go in the fridge.
Without a word, Sho took it and dipped it into the sweet mixture. When his whole face suddenly lit up.
That was the moment Jun finally found the courage to say what he needed to say. “Listen, I’m truly sorry for overreacting. I was afraid you were too good to be true.”
“Well, let’s face it, I just am. Ace in the kitchen, no misunderstandings, always even-tempered - but I do accept your apology.”
Sho’s lips around the spoon curled into a smile and Jun couldn’t help but return it. It hadn’t been a given that Sho would forgive him like that and he knew that his heartfelt apology had something to do with it. Maybe he wasn’t the only one crushing...
“Great fashion sense, now that we’re at it, listing you most commending attributes,” he added sheepishly, hoping that he wasn’t going too far already.
“What’s wrong with my fashion sense?” Jun had to laugh at Sho’s puzzled expression.
“So how’s the chocolate mousse?” he asked instead, taking the spoon back from Sho and putting it in the dishwasher with all the other dirty utensils.
“Leave the spoon. I want more of that,” his guest complained.
Mission accomplished! Jun grinned broadly as he put the bowl with their tasty dessert in the fridge and got out everything he would need for their first course. “It’s for dessert. It needs to cool first.”
“Tease,” Sho harrumphed. “But seriously, what’s wrong with my fashion sense?”
The obvious thing would be to tell Sho that he had none - half of the time, at least. But that would be rude. True but rude nonetheless, and he really didn’t feel like provoking yet another argument. So he probably had to try a somewhat more diplomatic approach.
“Sho, you know you’re a good-looking guy, right?” Jun started, rearranging the ingredients on the counter and contemplating if he should allow Sho to chop something. He did attend cooking class, after all, but Jun really wanted to cook for him.
“A compliment is worth less when you already hear the BUT.” Luckily, Sho didn’t look upset, rather curious.
“HOWEVER, it’s sometimes a bit like… like Russian Fashion Roulette. You either look stunning or you blow it.” There, he had said it. Even weaseled in a compliment - but Sho definitely DID look stunning, though only half of the time, when he wasn’t suffering from temporary blindness.
“I’m sorry, everything after stunning was white noise. Now, how can I help?”
Jun rolled his eyes theatrically, but the broad grin probably was giving him away. “Let me take you shopping, how about that?”
“It’s a date.”
The word ‘date’ alone was doing things to Jun’s heart he would have laughed at in others.
“But I’m a diligent student, I can help you here, in the kitchen, you know? Anything to get to that chocolate mousse faster.” Had Sho just winked at him?
The knife Jun was pointing at Sho to stress his point was, incidentally, the sharpest he had: “I won’t have any digits or limbs cut off, so what you can do is stay around and watch the artist at work.” He gave him a wink back. “And tell me... well, whatever you feel like.”
Sho sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Jun chopping the vegetables. “You know, just the other day, I was told I had no fashion sense. Funnily from a guy running around in PJs and wearing both glasses and braces, but that’s a different story. I agreed to go shopping with him, not because I agree but it was a great excuse to see him again.”
Jun managed to blush for several reasons at once - one, he WAS wearing his pyjamas, his glasses and had his braces in. God, he really wanted to change into something more… stylish. But part of the blood coloring his cheeks was due to the fact that Sho wanted to see him again.
“But I didn’t tell that guy I actually had a thing for glasses. And braces…”
Sho was pulling his leg. He had to be. Who in their right mind had a thing for stupid braces that made you sound like you had some speech impediment? Still, Jun’s pulse shot up and he could feel his blush deepen. After a split-second, though, he said wryly, “Better not tell the guy, then. He might not believe your sweet-talk.” He didn’t look up from his cutting; if he did, he would probably be the one cutting into a finger. That was the last thing he wanted or needed. The meal was going to be perfect!
“You think?” Jun could hear Sho stand from where he was leaning leisurely against the counters to look over his shoulder, humming quietly.
“I know,” he nodded insistently. God, how was he to concentrate with Sho so close by?!
“Mhmmmm, he would be wrong not to trust me. I might lack in fashion sense, allegedly, but I know when I see someone sexy. Isn’t nerdy the new hip?” Not only was Sho looking over Jun’s shoulder, he was leaning on it.
Jun slowed down the chopping, just to be on the safe side, but he would be damned if he told Sho to move now.
“What are you cooking anyway?” Sho’s voice was low and very close to his ear, making the small hairs on his neck stand in the best way possible.
He leaned into the man behind him, just a little, enjoying the warmth and physical contact. For just a second his hands stilled and he closed his eyes to savour the moment.
Then he continued cutting with renewed focus. This was going to be the best meal Sho had ever had, Jun vowed to himself. He was out to impress - at least with his cooking, if not with his style. Even though he did feel more comfortable after their little banter. “Some bruschetta as hors d’oeuvre, since I’ve been told it’s one of my specialties. Avocado and prawns. As a main course, scallops. And, finally, chocolate mousse,” he answered.
“Well, colour me hungry.” Sho’s smile was audible from his voice. “How long do I have to wait? This is torture…”
“Impatient much?” Jun chuckled - then sucked in his breath audibly, as he felt Sho lick his ear.
“Maybe? That a bad thing?”
Jun was all for a sequel to what they had begun at school, hands down, no question. But he also really wanted Sho to taste his cooking, for him to see what he was capable of and to see that ecstatic expression illuminating his face when he ate something he really liked.
Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to just make him watch as he cooked, not if he wanted to see this menu finished.
“I promise it is worth the wait.”
Had things gone like he had planned them to before their meeting at the Rainbow Imperial, there wouldn’t have been much of a wait at all. Jun would have been done with cooking and ready when Sho arrived. This way… well, it was hard concentrating, not that he wanted to complain as Sho’s lips were leaving a wet trail down his neck.
Okay, find the guy some work around the kitchen! Jun took a deep breath to focus. “You could cut and roast some bread, how about that?”
It took Sho several more moments of sweet torture before it was only his warm breath any more tickling Jun’s neck. “I can do that…”
“How about you start then? Weren’t you the one who said he was hungry?” Jun snorted and gestured Sho to the breadbox before handing him a knife.
“It isn’t my fault, I was invited to dinner so of course I’m hungry. And you can’t hold it against me that there are certain temptations in the kitchen keeping me from…”
“Less sweet talking, more bread cutting,” Jun tried his best to keep his voice firm, decisive but he was smiling internally.
“Hai, sensei. Got it…”
There were several more interruptions; at some point he even managed to quickly sneak to the bathroom to get his braces out again.
Anyway, Jun was somehow relieved that Sho still sucked in the kitchen, even though not as badly as he had on day one - but at least not everything was a pretense and show. He already knew Sho had OTHER talents, but these would have to wait.
When everything was as ready as could be at that point, Jun decided to not make Sho wait any longer and serve the bruschetta. He had decorated both their plates with reduced balsamic vinaigrette and fresh basil. Sho’s expression spoke of pure bliss as he ate - Jun loved the small sounds he made enjoying their dinner. Avocado and lightly sautéed prawns, a hint of garlic and chili and a dash of lemon. The main course, whole scallops au gratin with fresh vegetables and risotto on the side, had worked just perfectly. Jun was relieved Sho seemed to be over the moon with his menu choices.
Their conversation over dinner gravitated to things like common hobbies and general small talk. They both seemed to want to keep it light and noncommittal to be able to fully concentrate on the good food and great company.
Eventually, Jun got up from the table - they had dimmed the lights a bit and decided on lighting some candles - to put away the dirty dishes. “You want some espresso or something with dessert?”
“I’ll go with something.” Sho smirked in response but then waved it off as Jun gave him a questioning look. “No espresso for me, thank you.”
Jun just shrugged, turning to the fridge to get the mousse out. He could hardly wait - If Sho’s reaction to the first spoon had been any indication he would love it and Jun could already feel his chest swell with pride at his accomplishment.
...and his heart beat with anticipation. They both knew how this night would end and no friendly banter and chitchat could change that. Not that they really wanted it to.
“Good news, the mousse is ready,” Jun said over his shoulder and placed the bowl filled with chocolate on the counter to spoon out some of it onto small dishes and decorate them.
He could hear Sho’s chair squeak and moments later he was looking over Jun’s shoulder once again. “Mhmmmmm, looks good. Can’t we just take the bowl, just like that?”
“Don’t be so greedy.” Despite his words, Jun smiled and leaned into Sho’s warmth.
“Hey, I’ve been perfectly patient and well behaved all evening long, in case you haven’t noticed!”
Jun had to chuckle at that. “Believe me, I noticed. I may be short-sighted, and a bit skeptical at times, but I’m not blind.” He had been on his best behaviour himself, after all.
They both knew it had only taken as long as it had to get to this point because Jun had made it an important point for Sho to try his cooking.
Sho put his arms around Jun, slowly turning him until they were face to face. Jun let it happen, decorated dessert in his hands. “I wasn’t lying about the glasses thing,” he felt more than heard Sho’s warm breath against his face.
“You better not.”
“Nor about the braces,” his opposite whispered, leaning forward to gently nestle against Jun’s jaw. “You did look cute, but I’m glad you took them out; they really might have got in the way…”
“In the way of dessert, you mean?” Jun knew Sho couldn’t see his raised eyebrow as he was busy kissing his trail from jaw to earlobe and down his neck.
“Oh, I’m sure you know exactly what I mean… ‘sensei’.”
Sho’s breath tickled the sensitive skin where his neck met his shoulder… about time to get rid of dessert before he let it drop, accidentally. Jun maneuvered them over to the small table and set down the two small glass bowls. His hands finally free, his fingers hooked in Sho’s belt loops to pull him closer.
“You’re just afraid I’d have left ugly bite marks,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as Sho’s tongue was teasing the sensitive pulse point right underneath his ear.
“Mmm-hmmm,” came the equally mumbled answer. Sho’s hands sneaking underneath the pyjama top were warm and teasing. “Can’t risk that with my hideous clothes and all...”
“You’re not really angry, are you?” Jun forced Sho to look up so he could look him right into the eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, it wasn’t like-
Sho didn’t answer his questions but stopped his thoughts as he leaned forward to initiate the first kiss in what felt like ages. Usually, Jun would have sent ANYONE to the bathroom to first brush their teeth after the meal, but the thought of pushing Sho away NOW was beyond ridiculous.
The touch of Sho’s fingers against his skin left goose bumps on their way up, slowly pushing the fabric of his shirt out of the way. It didn’t look like Sho intended to waste any time today and Jun sure as hell wouldn’t complain. They had had a four-course dinner as foreplay; this really should do.
The top had to go and Jun knew the bottoms would follow soon enough. He couldn’t honestly say he felt sorry. He felt a lot more self-confident without than with them… Dessert forgotten, he was a bit surprised when he was pushed backwards against the counter space again and his back met the cool bowl of the remaining mousse. He let himself fall back a little, the solidity behind him steadying Jun so that he could finally concentrate fully on Sho and only Sho. His fingers nimbly started opening the crisp white dress shirt.
If anything, his guest became even more teasing. He had probably heard the low scratching noise of the bowl on the counter and Jun watched, curious, as one hand went behind him and returned with a finger full of chocolaty goodness. “Itadakimasu,” he heard a low chuckle, imbued with lust.
“You shouldn’t play with your food,” Jun grinned and quickly leaned forward to suck Sho’s finger in before his guest could taste the mousse.
“Hey!” the other complained but any protest quickly ebbed away as Jun teasingly mirrored his movements from the other day.
Sho withdrew his finger, his hand moving to Jun’s jaw - the other hand still against the small of Jun’s back - holding him in place and then forcing Jun to look up. “You and these talents of yours...” The expression in Sho’s eyes said everything but the growing bulge Jun felt against his thighs through unwanted fabric was also a good indication that Sho wasn’t regretting his visit.
Jun was a bit sad at the loss of his playthings like that, even though the thought of what was still to come made him shudder in sweet anticipation. He met and held Sho’s intense gaze, drank from those eyes. “You haven’t even seen half of it,” he whispered, a bit breathless. His own hands were busying themselves even more on the button front of Sho’s shirt before he tugged it from those dress pants insistently. Better get the thing out of the way before they got chocolate or something on it. Or something...
That was when Sho’s hand pulled Jun’s face toward him, their lips crashing hungrily.
He could hear himself whimper and felt the other man’s lips curl upwards when Sho slowly started moving against Jun, his pants and Jun’s pyjama bottoms still between them, which led to some oh so sweet friction. At the same time, he just wanted them gone gone gone.
Suddenly, Sho was closer - god, he really loved the way that man smelled - his chest pressing against Jun’s own, skin against skin. He registered in the back of his mind the sound of the bowl behind him being moved - then Sho let go of him and stepped back.
Jun was about to protest when he saw Sho smear a little of the mousse on his own collar bone, then licking the last remains from his finger. “The thing you’ve said about not playing with food - what was it again?”
“Exactly that,” Jun murmured, eyes going from Sho’s lips to his collarbone and already moving to lick up every last bit of chocolate on that gorgeous man’s skin. “Don’t play with your food.”
Underneath the sweet, there was a musky and slightly bitter taste of… Sho - of adrenaline, testosterone, a hint of his shower gel, his aftershave, the trials and tribulations of everyday challenges. It was so typically Sho and so intoxicating...
Jun didn’t need the chocolate with it, he wasn’t all that big on sweets - but it was the perfect excuse to keep licking and nibbling. So when he took off his glasses, because they increasingly got in the way, he also got a finger full of mousse to spread it generously on and around Sho’s navel, the piercing sitting just above his belted dress pants.
However, Sho pulled him back up before Jun could undo the other's pants. He was a little confused, and although he didn't articulate his question other than by puzzled looks he still got his answer.
“Not today... but I’ll definitively come back to it some other time,” Sho smirked, moving his hands around Jun to slip them under the fabric until they rested on his ass.
“Who said I wanted to...?” Jun wanted to protest but got distracted as Sho gently squeezed his buttocks.
“Tell me I am wrong.”
Jun paused, then shook his head as he couldn’t come up with a good lie in time. And then, it no longer mattered as he was freed from his PJ bottoms.
For just a split-second, there was self-consciousness blossoming, now that he was standing in front of his crush stark naked. But as a matter of fact, Jun worked hard on his body; he was proud of it and the fact that he hadn’t turned flabby like so many other cooks yet. Call it vanity, but he was a firm believer in the healthy body as the temple for a healthy soul.
He would also worship at Sho’s temple, though, from now on. Stepping out of the pyjamas at his feet, he pressed against his... guest? boss? lover? Sho! He didn’t care anymore if the fancy dress pants got stained. All he cared about any more was to worship every inch of the handsome man in his kitchen.
This time, it was him who smeared some more mousse on Sho’s shoulder, gently licking the sweet dolce from soft skin over hard muscles. He knew he was a hypocrite for scolding Shun days ago but this was HIS kitchen and he could do whatever he wanted! And it so happened to be savouring every inch of Sho’s body he could reach.
He enjoyed the feeling of Sho’s hands traveling up and down his sides, fingernails scratching without leaving marks and caressing just the right spots. As if Sho was drawing a map with Jun’s moans as a guideline...
“You’ve got protection?” Sho was back at his ear, his breath hot against Jun’s shell, so it took him a few seconds to make some sense out of it.
Eventually, he settled on a slow nod. “In the bathroom... I’ll... Just give me a couple minutes,” he said, already a bit breathless from the feel of Sho against him.
But all of a sudden, there was a feeling of restlessness spreading inside him. Jun still felt a little unprepared and... gross. He was in his own home. This wasn’t some quick fuck at a club. He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted it to be nice and clean and just the thing Sho would want to repeat. It was hard pausing what they were doing to get cleaned up, but any later and he wouldn’t do it.
With a look that told the other man how embarrassing this felt, Jun peeled himself off of Sho and made a bee-line for the bathroom to quickly get cleaned up.
He would have to hurry. For one, he didn’t want Sho to wait too long and lose interest in the end - although he had felt pretty interested to Jun. And it had simply been too long. Last time in the classroom had been amazing, no question (and a waste of perfectly good mussels) - but there was a difference in a hand job and blow job, and SEX. So yeah, he really had to hurry.
Jun quickly stepped into the shower and immediately grabbed the soap. It felt good to clean up, with the occasional jack to keep the hard-on, but he needed to focus on the critical parts...
All in all, he was still a little damp but clean and perfectly hard when he returned with lube and condoms.
He found Sho still in the kitchen, leaning against the counters and seemingly leafing through one of Jun’s cookbooks. When he noticed Jun coming back, though, he immediately put it aside; suddenly Jun could feel Sho’s undivided attention resting solely focused on him, Jun. And he saw the lust in those dark eyes traveling slowly up his body.
It wasn’t like the sight of Sho didn’t make Jun want to just jump him, either. While he had showered, Sho had taken off his fancy-ass dress pants and was now leaning there nonchalantly in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs. Jun licked his lips unconsciously.
He gave himself a push walking over to him as he remained still leaning against the counter - a picture he would commit to his memories for lonely nights. But he wasn’t alone now, not with Sho warm and solid against him when their lips met for another kiss.
Oh how he wanted this. THIS. He hadn't taken long but Jun was relieved to feel Sho's interest hadn't subsided while he had been in the shower.
One piece of fabric. One item of clothing was all that was still left between them. And as much as Jun liked touching and teasing, he couldn’t wait any longer to rid Sho of his underwear. So the first order of business was his hands ripping off the boxer briefs impatiently.
There was a heated gasp at his ear when his fingertips brushed Sho’s hard-on. “Do it...” Sho’s voice was low but insistent. “Touch me...”
He didn’t need any further encouragement but closed his hand around Sho, slowly moving it up and down. He liked the solid weight against his palm, felt a rush of power when he made Sho’s cock stiffen further in synch with the moans he coaxed from that delicate mouth.
Jun heard something click followed by a wet noise but couldn’t quite place the sounds until he felt slick fingers spreading his buttocks.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned slightly. He had known - had wanted this. It had been so long and he knew he wanted Sho, to feel Sho inside him, so very up close and personal.
Jun tried to relax a bit, to close his eyes and channel all the sweet pain into working on the perfect love bite. Something so Sho would think of him tomorrow, too. The guy would have to wear his good dress shirt all buttoned up.
His hand’s movement slowed and he carefully guided Sho with him, over to the chairs and table.
The wood felt cool against his bare skin and Jun let himself be shoved against it. His hands on Sho’s back and in his hair, he was pressed flush up to the other man, their erections brushing against each other.
Jun could hear a drawn-out moan that was giving him goosebumps down his spine in the best way possible. When he looked up, there was Sho, hair mussed, lips slightly parted and eyes wild.
“I want you.” It was awfully clichéd, Jun knew, and so Sho’s answering chuckle felt more of a positive answer than anything else.
Better not talk, not now not-“oh fuck!” Jun’s head fell back when Sho rolled his hips, thus rubbing their erections against each other. Judging from the sound escaping Sho’s mouth, he wasn’t the only one wanting.
“Oh FUCK!” Another roll increasing the friction - Jun didn’t know if he could do this but it felt too damn good to stop, sounded too damn good to hear Sho moan like that...
His mind went literally blank when he felt Sho’s fingers again, sliding between his cheeks and gently tracing his entrance. It had to be an odd angle for him, reaching around Jun with the table as a further obstacle - but he couldn’t help but just ENJOY at this very moment. It felt too damn good to do anything else... and there were still things to come. If this was any indication then...
“OH!”
He barely heard Sho’s chuckle as he was paying full attention to that daring finger gently probing...
“Relax…”
Jun deliberately tightened his muscles around the finger, then relaxed it again. “Like I could ever do that with you ready to fuck me hard,” he attempted a smirk at Sho.
And to follow up his words with action, he withdrew his hands from Sho, also the other man’s hand from his backside, though not without regret. Then he slid backward, onto the table, knees bent and feet on the edge.
No words were necessary to resume what they had just been doing, Sho’s fingers back at his entrance, circling, then probing again.
Jun bit his lip, watched Sho. The concentration, dedication... he looked sexy as hell and Jun couldn’t help congratulating himself once again. It would be a delight to see all these expressions drown in lust and need, to hear the sounds he had heard in the classroom, but this time with Sho filling him up, both of them losing it...
He couldn’t hold back the hiss, didn’t want to, as Sho pushed and pulled his finger in and out in slow, teasing movements. It didn’t take long until he found Jun’s weak spot, making him groan both in lust and frustration as the sweet pressure vanished a second later.
“God, you look so sexy...” Sho’s voice was low and dark and a little husky.
It felt better than he cared to admit, hearing those words. They were giving him the most pleasant of goosebumps. Jun could only guess at the pure lust in his eyes. But if the guy wanted to keep sweet-talking NOW…
His feet went up to Sho’s neck, trapping him at least symbolically between them and pulling him just a bit closer. Enough with the preparation, for heaven’s sake! Jun was aching for more, aching to feel, hear, touch, taste, smell Sho.
“No rush,” he could hear Sho chuckle.
Jun wasn’t proud to hear himself whine as Sho was - deliberately - taking his time and keeping him waiting. Yet, another ‘click’ kept his spirits up.
“Say it...”
Jun was confused, unsure what Sho wanted to hear from him. “What?”
“Say how much you want it,” Jun could rather feel than see Sho’s grin as he pressed a kiss against Jun’s ankle.
Fuck you, he wanted to say. Tease. Player. Like you don’t want it just as badly… The fact of the matter was, though, that Sho’s ministrations had felt way too good. So Jun concentrated on the fuzzy warmth still spreading from where he had been touched, and took a deep breath.
“I want you badly. I want-no, I need to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard. Now.” He met Sho’s heated gaze with his very own.
“Patience.”
Jun was about to complain, but dropped it when he felt two slick fingers entering, probing, stretching. Not quite what he had asked for but it felt too damn good to really give a shit. Not when Sho had memorized that delicate spot within him that made him forget. The third finger was uncomfortable but just for the first instance. This wasn’t his first time and he got used to it way quicker than he had all those years back.
Although his eyes rolled back with every other brush of teasing fingers, he always tried to find Sho’s gaze, these dark eyes, clouded with lust - It was good to know he wasn’t the only one who wanted this so badly.
So he sighed with relief when Sho’s left hand started searching the table for something - only to return with a condom wrapper he opened with his teeth while his other hand was still fucking Jun. Thank god for multitasking!
“I’ll do it,” he offered, taking his feet off Sho’s shoulders and sitting up to take the condom from his lover’s hand. Sho let him. Jun shuddered with pleasure when their dicks almost bumped into each other. “God,” he gasped.
With a deep breath, Jun answered Sho’s smile, lust barely contained any more, with one of his own. He knew this was his chance to push the other man just that little bit closer to the edge, yet when he made to roll the latex onto Sho’s cock, his fingers were trembling more than he meant them to.
Together, they finally succeeded and Jun let out a relieved little sigh that soon became a strangled cry of pure lust when he fell back onto the table, Sho penetrating him.
There would always be a little pain at first but it was worth it, hell yes. If the fingers had felt good... there was no comparison to the feeling of being full, the feeling of Sho within him as the other steadily pressed forward. He heard Sho mumble something along the lines of “so tight” - a cliché, but Jun couldn’t care less - that drowned in a satisfied moan when Jun felt Sho’s body flush against his own.
“Oh god...”
They were done talking as Sho set up a rhythm, moving in and out, less gentle than expected but very much welcomed. Between them there were only moans and sighs. Jun tried to keep eye contact, wanted to study all the new expressions on Sho’s face, but he lost it when his lover bent his legs further so he could reach deeper.
This. Just... this! Jun’s nails dug into Sho’s skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks and long scratches along the expanse of his back, sides and arms. He had to concentrate not to just let go of every last ounce of control and come right there and then, but it was worth that little bit of effort.
The sounds escaping Sho’s lips and the sight of the other man’s composure unraveling in the very best way possible was worth it a thousand times.
Not that Jun wasn’t panting and gasping and moaning in utter delight in time with every single thrust of Sho’s hips.
“Fuck, oh fuck...”
Jun almost smiled - almost, as it was impossible to control his features any longer - when Sho’s thrusts grew sloppier, faster, while he started swearing. He couldn’t make out half of it... especially since Sho slightly changed the angle and thus didn’t just brush but perfectly hit the sensitive spot within. Again and again and again.
“Oh god, Shhhhh...” Jun tried to hold on just a little longer but it was hopeless. Pure bliss exploded from that little confined spot, spreading all over his body as he came with Sho’s name on his lips. He could hear something slide off the table, break and shatter, but couldn’t care less, riding out the waves of this blissful orgasm.
When Sho came just a bit later, Jun’s name drawn out to almost infinity, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Despite the second bowl of chocolate mousse dropping and shattering.
A few more sloppy thrusts, then Sho landed panting on top of him, apparently unable to stand up straight any longer. The additional contact of sweaty skin on skin was more than welcome and, after a brief moment of hesitation, Jun decidedly put his arms around the other.
Yes, they had basically given life to cliché-soaked gay porn, alas, even in his holy kitchen - but this somehow didn’t feel like something short-lived, nor did it feel dirty.
“You’re quite something...” Sho’s laughter was warm and comforting against Jun’s cheek.
He sighed instead of answering, quietly lamenting the loss as Sho slid out. Still, he was keeping Sho close, didn’t yet want to completely let go of him. It wasn’t all that comfortable, but that didn’t really matter at this very moment. It would be over way too soon anyway. “You know…” Jun felt himself blush, struggling for the right words. “I… this… it’s…”
Sho shut up his babbling with a tender kiss - which was probably better anyway. Jun retaliated only too eagerly.
When they finally let go of each other, Jun stifled a groan as he got up from the hard surface of the table. His gaze took in the state of his kitchen, then met Sho’s. “Did we really do that?”
“Sorry, you don’t expect an eloquent answer, do you? I hardly concentrated on the kitchen...” Sho shrugged his shoulders and hardly looked apologetic. Oh, how Jun loved that disheveled look, face still flushed, hair sticking in every direction!
“Sweet talking won’t undo your crashing my bowls, you know?” He gestured to the mess right next to the table.
“Then how about... we get cleaned up first, then clean up and finally get to taste the mousse. I got deprived of my dessert, after all.”
Luckily, the large bowl was still intact. “Greedy much?”
“Too much temptation.” Sho’s grin was mischievous.
Jun couldn’t help doing the same. “Let’s get you into the shower, then.”
~*~
A couple of hours later, Jun was grateful for the dim light in his bedroom, the street lamp from outside the only source of illumination, as the happy smile was way too broad for his own liking. He was lying on his side, head propped up on one elbow, and watching the shadows play across Sho’s peaceful face. There hadn’t been any question Sho would stay the night - that gorgeous man was now sleeping beside Jun, in his bed and wearing a pair of borrowed pyjamas.
His guest was snoring happily, face half hidden in the fluffy pillow. But instead of being irritated, Jun enjoyed watching and listening to Sho. How long had it been since he had allowed someone to stay for the night?... Probably an eternity, but now he hoped for the moment to last forever.
He still felt a little sore, would feel it tomorrow with every step but he didn’t mind. He was happy, really happy and hopeful. This, THIS could really be something. THEM could be something.
They would figure out how to deal with the whole employer-employee thing. Jun was sure they could - and somehow would - make it, even if he didn’t know how yet. For as long as it needed to work, they would make it work. Until Jun could afford a restaurant of his own; that was still his big goal, his dream.
Maybe he would even try to be nice to Ninomiya. The snotty little know-it-all had had a hand in his meeting Sho, after all.
Not tonight though. Tonight they would just enjoy each other’s company and that was enough.