[12 Days 6/12] [arashi] [aibajun] The first five times 2/?

Dec 30, 2007 18:41

TITLE: The First Five Times
PAIRING: Arashi, AibaJun, Ohmiya secondary
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Oh god, not mine.
RATING: R because I freaking made Matsujun a freaking hooker you guys. Please note that the rating is mostly because of the language so far, and will probably continue that way. It's actually more of a screwball comedy .... about hookers.
SUMMARY: Jun meets a client who needs a professional escort for a few weeks.
NOTES: I guess I don't have any dignity left after all! Thanks to acchikocchi, beckerbell, honooko, lady_gemma, nyonyo and wintersjuly for putting up with my whining, iluguys ;___;♥

Chateau Lorane is a real winery in, uh, Lorane OR, and their wine is actually pretty good!

| PART ONE | PART TWO |

GUYS ALL I NEED IS AN ANNOYING BANNER AND IT WILL BE LIKE A REAL FIC FROM jent_fanfics! *BEAMS*

(by the way, the title song is on the AibaJun soundtrack I did in September, if you want to look through the aibajun tag.)



Jun hesitated for a moment, looking in his closet, but finally pulled out a pair of narrow black slacks and a dark purple shirt with thin, shining lavender pinstripes. He brushed his hair smoothly away from his face, and added a silver chain and a heavy skull ring. He stepped back and studied himself in the mirror. He added a silver belt with a long chain that fell just so against the curve of his hip and down his leg. It echoed the silver of his nails. Jun looked, and was mostly satisfied. He added some lip gloss, and went out to the living room.

Nino whistled at him from Ohno's lap. "Shut up," said Jun, but he did a half turn and posed.

"Nice," said Ohno, fluffing up Nino's hair with one hand. He looked at Jun quickly and then went back to rubbing Nino's hair between his fingers, thoughtfully as if he could memorize the texture. Jun preened a little, but tried to pretend he expected it.

"Bye," said Nino, wedging himself more comfortably into Ohno's lap. "Have a good time. Go away. Be back by curfew. Don't expect us to let you in. Because we'll be busy."

"Oh God, no," said Jun involuntarily. "I'll call around midnight."

"You'd better," said Nino, taking his attention away from his game and looking at him for a second. "If you're a minute late, I'm telling Sakurai."

Jun winced. "Yes, Mommy." He grabbed his coat and slid into black leather loafers, and went out the door. He went lightly down the stairs of the apartment building -- Jun never took the elevator unless he was loaded with packages -- and out the lobby doors. He swung his coat around his shoulders as he stepped into the chilly city night air. The street around him was nearly as light with day, all neon signs and car headlights. Jun looked around automatically, making sure everything was normal, and then slipped into the mass of people. He was good at avoiding contact with people, sliding in between the spaces that they left.

The bar that Nino worked at was called Johnny's. It had, besides the bar itself and several anonymous and dimly lit corners, a stage and a rather decent restaurant -- if you ignored their tendency to hire for 'young and nubile' instead of 'brains'. As Jun walked in, his jacket half-sliding off his shoulders, one of the younger and more nubile waiters looked at him with an expression of bovine terror.

"Hello, Akanishi," said Jun, smiling with all of his teeth. Jun did not exactly hate Akanishi, but Akanishi annoyed him terribly. It was something like he thought a cat might feel toward a mouse that kept weakly attempting escape, instead of dying in inches between its paws.

Akanishi made more bovine faces at him. "Akanishi, stop it," said one of the dancers, who was apparently working as a waiter tonight. (Jun had a professional respect for Kamenashi's skill on a pole, but the rumors about him and Akanishi made him wonder about his sense. He'd be frightened to nail Akanishi. What if the stupid was contagious?) Akanishi stopped it and said, "Do you need anything?"

Jun looked at him.

"'Matsumoto-san'," prompted Kamenashi, with the patience that anybody who worked with Akanishi eventually developed.

"Matsumoto-san," parroted Akanishi.

"I'm meeting a friend," said Jun.

Dim thoughts surged and swelled in the thick mass of Akanishi's hair. Jun could almost see the neurons sluggishly firing. "A friend?" said Akanishi, and then grinned.

"Akanishi, shut up," said Kamenashi, and then, more respectfully, "Your party arrived about five minutes ago. If you'd like--"

"I'll take him," said another voice. Jun turned around.

"Ryo-chan," cooed Jun. He and the head waiter were pretty good friends, and Ryo tried to take care of Jun when he was in the restaurant. He was one of the few people that didn't mind Jun's sharp tongue and usually returned the favor, with interest. For some inexplicable reason, he appeared to like Akanishi, but Jun had always supposed that the entertainment of watching Akanishi do something stupid outweighed the nuisance of rescuing him from it. "I didn't know you were working tonight. You look so ..... professional."

The gleam in Ryo's eyes suggested he appreciated the hit. "Jun-san," he cooed back. "I love your ring, it just adds that special touch of, I don't know, sacrilege, to the entire outfit."

Jun grinned at him and flashed his ring rosary, bought at a Catholic shop and guaranteed to be blessed by the pope, or at least to have been in a room he walked by once. "Isn't it great?" he said, paused a beat, and added, "It makes such pretty marks."

"You're going to go to hell," said Ryo respectfully. He looked at the two waiters. "Go away and be nubile clearing tables off," he ordered, shooing them away. Akanishi and Kamenashi fled. Ryo scowled at their backs. "Idiot," he said. "Akanishi's lucky he's pretty."

"He is?" said Jun.

"Well, okay, he's lucky he's easy," said Ryo. He led Jun to a dimly lit corner, well away from the activity in the restaurant. The table was spread with white linen, and there was a flickering candle set in the middle, in a rose color shade, and also an elegantly restrained arrangement of orchids and grasses. It was strong enough so you could see to eat, but left the area still dim. It had a pretty good view of the stage, which was still empty. The booth had high walls, and there was a general but subtle impression that as long as you were careful, nobody would notice a thing.

Ryo said, "Your party, sir," all smooth professionalism, and bowed. The man at the table stood up, bumped his hip against the side, and said "Ow." He looked at Jun, and said, "Ah."

It was the stranger from the night before. He was wearing black and lime green, a color that should have looked terrible but instead looked energetic and becoming.

"Hello," Jun said, his voice wary.

Beside him, Ryo vibrated with the suppressed urge to say something. Jun looked at him, one eyebrow lifting, and Ryo nobly said, "I'll leave you gentlemen to your menus and wine list, shall I?" and retreated. He was probably going to go spread the word that Matsumoto was entertaining a 'friend' that he might actually have previously met. Jun promised himself a nice, quiet crushing of all of Nishikido's hopes and dreams soon. He knew both of Ryo's boyfriends and the one he dicked sometimes. He could definitely arrange something.

"Wow," said the stranger. "I didn't know that you were the -- um." He stopped, looked awkward, and tried again. "Sho-chan really likes you!" he said. "And so do Nino and Ohno!"

"Do you know them well?" asked Jun, laying his jacket aside and sliding into the booth. The stranger sat down too, in a half-tumble of long limbs.

"Well, Sho-chan and I hang out," said the stranger. "But I just met Ohno and Nino. They're awesome."

Jun was aware of a vein beginning to throb gently in his forehead. He didn't deal well with energetic people like this, and the stranger speaking so familiarly of his friends made something hot twist in his chest. "I'm sorry," he said, "What did you say your name was? I'm afraid I didn't catch it."

"Oh, sorry," said the stranger. "Aiba. Aiba Masaki." He paused. "Nino didn't really tell me your name, though."

Nino had probably just called him 'my hooker roommate'. He said, as politely as he could manage, "I'm Matsumoto Jun," and waited as Kamenashi slid up, set water in front of them and faded away. "I understand you're looking for a professional escort?"

"Well, more like a fake boyfriend," said Aiba seriously.

Ryo, coming to ask if Jun had made up his mind about the wine, froze. His face transformed, like a child who sees a box labeled NINTENDO WII under the Christmas tree. Jun turned his best freezing look at him, and Ryo said, "Have you selected your wine yet, sirs?"

Jun shot him a look that he hoped expressed 'Run, Nishikido. Run screaming, and jump off a cliff before I catch you', and said, "We'll have the 1999 Chateau Lorane merlot." Ryo fled, and was kind enough to not start cackling until he was almost out of earshot. "Why don't we save the business until after supper," said Jun, not quite between his teeth.

"That's a good idea," said Aiba, looking relieved. He twisted his napkin in a nervous knot. "What winery is that? I'm afraid I'm not very familiar with wines."

"It's from Oregon," said Jun. "They grow more Pinot Noir, but their merlot is quite good." He thought that Aiba probably just drank beer. Kirin beer, probably, out of cans, and then had the sense to be ashamed of the thought. Micro-brews, maybe, out of artisan bottles with stamped labels. He could see Aiba picking off the arty labels and rolling them into little snakes.

Jun kept the conversation on light subjects all through the wait for the meal, testing out Aiba's responses. He was agreeably surprised to realize that Aiba was not as silly as he first appeared; he was just, as Nino had said, bubbly, his mind hopping from one subject to another with a speed that made Jun a little dizzy, but in a nice way, as if he had drunk a good bottle of wine. After they ate (salad, ravioli with chunks of tomato in a red wine and tomato sauce for Jun, and spaghetti with round meatballs and a subtle but haunting suggestion of basil and oregano over everything for Aiba, and a slender, perfect slice of tiramisu afterward), Jun rose. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I have to make a call."

"Eh?" said Aiba. "All right." He looked at his watch. "You're not going to run away? I'm a little worried, since it's midnight." He smiled at Jun, sweet and open.

Jun, who had spent the last three years listening to people try to chat him up, found himself flushing and looked away. Ryo, coming up to check on them, made a small, gleeful noise. "Nishikido," said Jun, between his teeth, and Ryo looked at him with limpid, innocent eyes. He went out to the lobby and pulled out his cell phone.

"Yeah?" said Nino.

"Not dead yet," said Jun.

"Awesome," said Nino. "What do you think?"

"I guess I'll take the job," said Jun. "By the way, please make Nishikido suffer in any way you feel like."

"Ryo can't help being an ass," said Nino soothingly, "just like you can't help being a bitch."

"And like you can't help being a dick," said Jun, and hung up.

When he returned to the table, Aiba was fiddling with the empty wineglass, running his fingers gently up and down the stem and cupping the full curve of the bell. As Jun walked up, he stroked around the rim with one finger, very lightly, so the crystal sang out a high pure note. Jun stopped for a moment and watched. He was struck all at once with Aiba's presence; how absolutely he filled his own skin. The fall of his hair over his face was as ordered and elegant as the leaves in the vase on the table.

Jun sat down at the table. Aiba looked up and Jun was suddenly intensely aware of everything around him. Aiba's dark eyes were steady, looking at him calmly.

"I'm really expensive," said Jun, watching Aiba.

Aiba looked at him sideways, in a way that made his eyelashes look even longer and blacker. He was still smiling but there was something knowing and rather sweet about the corner of his mouth. "I can afford you," he said.

What if I can't afford you? thought Jun, something twisting a warning in his chest.

horrible things i've done to matsujun, aibajun, the first five times, arashi, 12 days 2007

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