[014] Regret
Title: Regret
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Sho/Jun; angst, light pr0n
Rating: R
Word Count: ~640
Summary: Sho puts on a good face for the group, but there are still things he regrets.
Notes: Written for the sakumoto Christmas drabble meme. XD; Unbeta'd and a bit rough.
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Sho glanced down at the glass of brandy in his hand, wondering vaguely how many he'd had so far tonight. Four, five maybe? Something like that. And yet the image wouldn't go away. Aiba leaning close to Jun, whispering something in his ear that was likely naughty. Only the naughtiest suggestions made Jun smile like that.
And Sho hated it. He hated that stupid smile and the stupid laugh and the stupid eyes and the stupid hair and this stupid holiday and the stupid tree... He sighed and took another drink, acknowledging quietly to himself how utterly pathetic he really was.
Sho leaned back in his comfy lounge chair and gazed at the Christmas tree. The twinkly multi-colored lights were the room's only illumination, happy blinking betraying Sho's bad mood. He knew he shouldn't feel this way. He should be happy that two of his friends, two of his best friends were happy this Christmas. Or ever. Hell, four of his best friends at that. Times like this, he couldn't help but feel like the fifth wheel.
He knew he could easily go out and pick up some pretty, eager girl with decent tits and inexhaustible energy, but none of them would have that smile, those eyes, that perfectly coiffed hair that haunted Sho's dreams and fantasies.
Sho's head fell back against the chair as he sighed deeply. He should be happy. But he just...couldn't.
What would they be doing right now? It was just past midnight, he thought. Sharing presents? Sharing kisses? Sharing...other things? Sho squeezed his eyes shut at the thought. He didn't need to think of Jun and Aiba naked and panting, legs wrapped around each other, Jun crying out his lover's name in ecstasy. That was just self-imposed torture.
But he couldn't keep the images from coming. One after another in quick succession - Jun's chest gleaming and heaving with effort, eyelashes brushing his cheeks oh-so-lightly, growling out Sho's name in that deep timbre Sho knew Jun had when he was horny. Sho's hand was at the front of his pants, rubbing his steadily growing erection through them. He couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted with himself. But he needed this. He needed Jun, even if it was just in his head.
"Sho," fake!Jun whispered in his ear, nipping at the lobe and swirling lightly around the shell. "I want you to do unspeakable things to me." Fake!Jun popped out of existence as Sho sat up straight, sure he'd heard the voice in reality. He shook his head, dispelling that thought. Jun was off somewhere loving someone else. It was the way it was.
But it wouldn't keep Sho from thinking about him. Sho's hand dipped into his pants, grasping his erection tightly. He thought of Jun's hands - the long fingers and the cold rings dragging slowly along Sho's length. He let out a small moan and loosened the zipper to give himself more room. Sho removed his hand just long enough to coat his fingers with lube, rubbing them against his palm and warm them slightly. He imagined Jun's mouth closing around him this time - his lips smacking lightly as he pulled back, tongue trailing across the tip. Sho groaned and rocked his hips upward lightly. His hand moved faster as he thought of Jun's hair, his breathy voice when he was close, the way he'd gripped Sho's hips the one time they'd been together.
Sho came with a sigh of regret. It wasn't nearly what he'd wanted, but for now it would be what he needed. Taking another sip of his drink, he wiped his hand off on the leg of his pants. They'd have to be cleaned anyway.
"Merry Christmas, Jun," he said before draining the glass and heading to his cold, lonely bed.
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Sho/Jun; angst, light pr0n
Rating: R
Word Count: ~640
Summary: Sho puts on a good face for the group, but there are still things he regrets.
Notes: Written for the sakumoto Christmas drabble meme. XD; Unbeta'd and a bit rough.
•••••
Sho glanced down at the glass of brandy in his hand, wondering vaguely how many he'd had so far tonight. Four, five maybe? Something like that. And yet the image wouldn't go away. Aiba leaning close to Jun, whispering something in his ear that was likely naughty. Only the naughtiest suggestions made Jun smile like that.
And Sho hated it. He hated that stupid smile and the stupid laugh and the stupid eyes and the stupid hair and this stupid holiday and the stupid tree... He sighed and took another drink, acknowledging quietly to himself how utterly pathetic he really was.
Sho leaned back in his comfy lounge chair and gazed at the Christmas tree. The twinkly multi-colored lights were the room's only illumination, happy blinking betraying Sho's bad mood. He knew he shouldn't feel this way. He should be happy that two of his friends, two of his best friends were happy this Christmas. Or ever. Hell, four of his best friends at that. Times like this, he couldn't help but feel like the fifth wheel.
He knew he could easily go out and pick up some pretty, eager girl with decent tits and inexhaustible energy, but none of them would have that smile, those eyes, that perfectly coiffed hair that haunted Sho's dreams and fantasies.
Sho's head fell back against the chair as he sighed deeply. He should be happy. But he just...couldn't.
What would they be doing right now? It was just past midnight, he thought. Sharing presents? Sharing kisses? Sharing...other things? Sho squeezed his eyes shut at the thought. He didn't need to think of Jun and Aiba naked and panting, legs wrapped around each other, Jun crying out his lover's name in ecstasy. That was just self-imposed torture.
But he couldn't keep the images from coming. One after another in quick succession - Jun's chest gleaming and heaving with effort, eyelashes brushing his cheeks oh-so-lightly, growling out Sho's name in that deep timbre Sho knew Jun had when he was horny. Sho's hand was at the front of his pants, rubbing his steadily growing erection through them. He couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted with himself. But he needed this. He needed Jun, even if it was just in his head.
"Sho," fake!Jun whispered in his ear, nipping at the lobe and swirling lightly around the shell. "I want you to do unspeakable things to me." Fake!Jun popped out of existence as Sho sat up straight, sure he'd heard the voice in reality. He shook his head, dispelling that thought. Jun was off somewhere loving someone else. It was the way it was.
But it wouldn't keep Sho from thinking about him. Sho's hand dipped into his pants, grasping his erection tightly. He thought of Jun's hands - the long fingers and the cold rings dragging slowly along Sho's length. He let out a small moan and loosened the zipper to give himself more room. Sho removed his hand just long enough to coat his fingers with lube, rubbing them against his palm and warm them slightly. He imagined Jun's mouth closing around him this time - his lips smacking lightly as he pulled back, tongue trailing across the tip. Sho groaned and rocked his hips upward lightly. His hand moved faster as he thought of Jun's hair, his breathy voice when he was close, the way he'd gripped Sho's hips the one time they'd been together.
Sho came with a sigh of regret. It wasn't nearly what he'd wanted, but for now it would be what he needed. Taking another sip of his drink, he wiped his hand off on the leg of his pants. They'd have to be cleaned anyway.
"Merry Christmas, Jun," he said before draining the glass and heading to his cold, lonely bed.