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Title: On Auction Day
Disclaimer: (n) A statement disclaiming something, especially responsibility.
Pairing: Matsumiya (Matsumoto Jun/Ninomiya Kazunari)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2340
Notes: Another piece written for the anon summer smut meme: Nino wins Jun in an auction. Jun is livid. Nino’s mostly just amused.
"Sold!" announced the auctioneer, bringing down his gavel twice and motioning grandly. "To the gentleman in the top hat and the sparkling shirt," he continued placidly, ignoring the look of death currently bestowed by the very piece which had just been bought.
Jun yanked the plastic mallet away from Aiba and clocked him over the head with it. "I am not being sold to anyone, I told you that!"
"But Nino-chan already won you," the taller man said, pouting and rubbing the top of his head.
"Nino bribed you with video games and corn chips - I saw you two in the dressing room this morning."
Nino sidled close and wrapped an arm around Jun's waist, laughing. "Now, now, Junpon. Don't be such a spoil sport. I mean, think of poor Ohno and Sho-chan. They tried so valiantly to win you."
Said members, Jun wanted to point out, didn't look particularly distressed that they'd lost. Sho looked more relieved than anything else and Ohno appeared to be practicing his casting technique if the motions were anything to go by. But Nino's nails were surprisingly sharp as they dug into Jun's side, and that was probably because Aiba was starting to look sad. Sad Aiba was the worst punishment ever. Jun swallowed back his words and glared darkly at Nino.
"I will kill you."
"No you won't, you have to do what I say," Nino said cheerfully.
Jun glowered.
He hadn't stopped glowering by the time they got back to Jun's apartment. ("Why the hell are we going to my apartment?!" "Because I feel like going to your apartment. Besides, mom's home.")
Nino lounged in the passenger's seat of Jun's car, barely twitching as Jun slammed the car into park. "Open my door."
"Open it yourself!"
"Who won whom?"
Jun actually growled. He stepped out of the car, slammed his door, stomped around to the other side, and swung the door open hard enough that it nearly bounced back to smack him in the side. It only worsened his mood when Nino hopped out and started off for the building entrance.
"Come on, Mattsun. Who's going to open doors for me?"
"Try opening them for yourself, runt," Jun muttered, stalking along behind the slighter man.
Nino drew himself to a very obvious stop in front of the doors, standing to the side and looking at Jun expectantly. Jun wanted to slam the door in Nino's face, but as it was public property he held it grudgingly open. It became a game of rinse and repeat - Nino stopped at every obstacle in their way, waiting for Jun to push the elevator button, hold the doors open for him, push the button to Jun's floor, open the apartment door.
Jun kicked his shoes off viciously and stalked into the apartment. He went immediately for the kitchen, snatching up a bottle of tea from the refrigerator. It was only after a long gulp that he realized Nino wasn't there. Jun poked his head into the living room. Not there, either. Jun groaned and went back to the entrance. Sure enough, Nino stood in the genkan and leaned against the wall, arms crossed casually.
"Why are you still here?"
"I can't come in with my shoes still on."
"Good. Take your shoes and go away," Jun snapped.
"Now, Jun," Nino said, clicking his tongue. "You're not being a very good sport about this. And after all the trouble Aiba went to to arrange it for Shukudai-kun."
Jun clenched his fist and debated tossing the bottle at Nino's head. But it was still open and the tea would just get all over his floor and walls. He shoved the bottle into Nino's hand and bent down, yanking his shoe laces undone, hoisting up a foot so fast that the slighter man nearly lost his balance and spilled the tea anyway. The shoes off, Jun grabbed his bottle back and stormed into the living room, throwing himself on the couch. Nino came in, smiling cheerfully, and perched on the arm of it - and he knew Jun hated it when he did that.
"Oh my God, get down from there right now."
"You're not a very good host, Mattsun," Nino said, sliding down from the arm and curling his legs under himself. "You haven't even offered me a drink."
"And I'm not going to. That would prolong your stay."
"I own you for the rest of the day. What makes you think I'm not going to stay anyway?"
"Me killing you with a spoon?"
"You wouldn't. You'd dirty your carpets," Nino yawned. "Seriously, Junpon, you're no fun."
Jun took a long, sullen swallow of his drink and stared darkly at the TV in front of him. Nino stayed silent, chin propped on his hand, watching Jun with amusement until the younger man finally looked at him.
"What?!" Jun snapped.
"You're so funny," Nino giggled. "You get bent out of shape over the most hilarious things."
"You think this is funny?" the younger man sneered, "Go get yourself bought at some retarded TV show auction and see how funny it is then."
There was a short silence. Then Nino sighed softly. He brought his knees to his chest and hugged them, and Jun looked away quickly. Nino knew exactly how to make himself look small and pathetic, and he knew that Jun was a pushover when it came to small and pathetic things. Jun wasn't going to give in this time.
"Jun..." Nino started quietly. His voice was hurt. "It's just me. What do you really think I'm going to make you do?"
The taller man bit down on the inside of his cheek. Nino had a point. It was Nino. Sure he'd pranked them all at various stages of life, but the pranks had all been in good fun and nobody had gotten hurt. Nino picked and prodded and poked, but he always knew when to back off. Jun rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Dress me in drag?" he suggested at last.
"Too Aiba," Nino said immediately. Jun felt a rush of relief hearing the good humor restored and took a sip of his tea. "I'd make you go in lingerie."
The younger man choked. Nino laughed. He stood and took the bottle away from Jun, grabbing his wrist and pulling him off the couch with an amused, "You'll get everything dirty." Then they were somehow in Jun's bedroom, and Nino's hands were on his pants and pulling them down. Jun started in surprise, but the pants were at his ankles before he could bat Nino's hands away.
"What are you doing?!"
"Claiming my prize," Nino said.
He winked and shoved Jun's boxers down, following them to his knees. Then his mouth was there, hot and wet on the head of Jun's cock, his tongue soft as he probed at the slit. Jun grabbed Nino's head to keep himself from lurching forward. Nino laughed around him and Jun moaned, his eyes closing tightly as he hardened in Nino's mouth. The older man held onto his knees and pulled away, licking up the underside of Jun's cock, blowing cool air over the warm trail of saliva. Jun jerked.
"F-fuck... Nino..."
"That was the plan," Nino said cheerily. He stood and pushed Jun back, and back, until Jun's knees knocked into the foot of his bed and he sat down heavily. "Scoot up," the slight man commanded.
Jun obeyed without thinking, pulling off his shirt for good measure. At the foot of the bed, Nino watched him with dark eyes. Slowly, very slowly, he started to undress, taking his time with each piece of clothing as he removed it. Jun swallowed thickly.
"Touch yourself," Nino said quietly.
The younger man's hand moved of its own accord, wrapping around his cock and stroking. Nino went to the bedside table and removed the lube and condoms that Jun kept behind his glasses case in the small drawer. Jun followed Nino's movements with his eyes, stroking himself the whole time, but Nino didn't look at him, setting the tube and small foil package carefully down. Jun narrowed his eyes. He drew his nails lightly down his skin the next time he stroked, hips bucking at the sensation, moaning loudly.
Nino looked at him and smirked, climbing onto the bed. "Much better."
He leaned over and fused their mouths together, straddling Jun's lap, taking Jun's wrists in hand and pushing them away from his cock. They didn't touch anywhere else. The younger man groaned at the lack of contact. He wrenched his head away from Nino's lips, breathing heavily.
"N-nino..."
"Prep me," the slender man muttered against Jun's mouth. He sucked on the skin just behind Jun's earlobe, biting down. "And make it good."
"W-wh- ?"
"You've been bad, Junpon. I'm not doing that much work after you've been so mean."
Jun retained enough presence of mind to snort - Nino wouldn't do that much work even if Jun had spent a day waiting on him hand and foot. And Nino knew that, because he couldn't even get his expression into the palest mockery of offense.
"Are you doubting the great extent of my goodness?" he asked, laughing. "Now you're really in for it."
Jun would have snorted again, but he was cut off by Nino lowering his hips and pressing their cocks together. The younger man moaned loudly instead, gripping Nino's hips hard enough to bruise. Nino wiggled against him, rolling his hips slowly, languid, like a long and luxurious stretch, and Jun had to bite his lips hard before he made a noise any more embarrassing. People liked to say that Nino couldn't dance, but people had never had Nino in bed.
The slender man leaned down and touched his lips to Jun's, licking at his bitten bottom lip. "Gotta let me go so I can slick your fingers," he murmured.
Jun unclawed a hand with great difficulty; the other held Nino firmly in place. Nino took Jun's hand in his, first sliding two fingers into his mouth and trailing his tongue from the base of each to the tip. A thrill ran down Jun's spine as Nino began to mimic the blow job this had started with, sucking on his fingers wetly, head bobbing, tongue laving. When he let the fingers go, it was only to add a generous coating of lubricant and guide the hand to his entrance.
Jun watched Nino's face intently as he pressed both of them in at once. The slim man arched his back and moaned, eyes fluttering closed. He rocked down, pressing their erections together once more, trying to take Jun's fingers in deeper all at once. Jun moved them back, sliding back out of the older man.
"No, no, no. You told me to make it good."
"How about if I tell you to make it fast?" Nino asked breathlessly. He slid his hands up Jun's torso and curled them around the younger man's shoulders. Lust darkened eyes met Jun's.
Jun swallowed and all but shoved his fingers back into Nino, rocking up against the thick cock pulsing against his, mashing their lips together. He drank down Nino's whining cry, felt Nino shudder in pleasure, felt the slim chest heaving against his and blunt nails digging into his skin. Nino had said he wanted it fast. Jun stretched his fingers out, scissoring them again and again, pressing the lubricant all over Nino's inner walls. Nino grabbed the condom with one hand and ripped the packet open with his teeth. Steady, small fingers were rolling it down onto Jun's length a moment later, squeezing him gently, stroking up as they left him. Jun's breath came in uneven, shuddering gasps. Nino lifted his hips and let the younger man's fingers fall out of him.
"Come on, come on, Jun, fuck me, fuck me now..."
Even if he'd been inclined to, there was no way to say no to that. Jun grabbed himself and positioned Nino over him, sitting the older man down as he pushed up. Nino took him in to the balls, tight and hot around him, panting, leaning forward to hide his face in the crook of Jun's neck. And then he didn't move. Jun grunted in frustration.
"Well what're you still doing down there?" Nino asked, sounding entirely too relaxed. "I told you I wasn't doing all the work."
It took Jun mere seconds to have their positions reversed - Nino's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, Jun pressing him down into the mattress as he kissed and nipped his way along the older man's jaw.
"I could wring your neck sometimes," he muttered, and started to move.
"K-kinky," Nino moaned, lifting himself up higher, reaching between them and grabbing hold of his own erection. He stroked as roughly as Jun moved, twisting his wrist sharply, thumbing the head lightly, making his body shudder and tense.
Jun moaned, jerking unsteadily from the clenching around his cock. He wasn't going to last very long and Nino wasn't going to do any better. Jun kissed Nino hungrily, thrusting his tongue into the hot mouth in time with his thrusts. He scraped his nails down Nino's chest and cried out when Nino practically squeezed his cock within his body in retaliation. Jun tore his lips away from Nino's and pressed them to the older man's ear.
"Fuck, come, come now Nino- come for me- "
Nino cried out a long, drawn and garbled version of Jun's name, and his come splattered between them, warm and sticky. His body spasmed and Jun tried to ride through it, forcing his hips to keep moving through Nino's orgasm, until he finally came buried deep in the slender body.
He collapsed on top of Nino and held the older man close, face pressed into soft hair. "Jesus... "
"I'm going to start bribing Aiba more often," Nino said thoughtfully.
It took him a while, and Jun just barely managed to summon the energy to smack the older man's ass - but it was a worthy cause.
Disclaimer: (n) A statement disclaiming something, especially responsibility.
Pairing: Matsumiya (Matsumoto Jun/Ninomiya Kazunari)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2340
Notes: Another piece written for the anon summer smut meme: Nino wins Jun in an auction. Jun is livid. Nino’s mostly just amused.
"Sold!" announced the auctioneer, bringing down his gavel twice and motioning grandly. "To the gentleman in the top hat and the sparkling shirt," he continued placidly, ignoring the look of death currently bestowed by the very piece which had just been bought.
Jun yanked the plastic mallet away from Aiba and clocked him over the head with it. "I am not being sold to anyone, I told you that!"
"But Nino-chan already won you," the taller man said, pouting and rubbing the top of his head.
"Nino bribed you with video games and corn chips - I saw you two in the dressing room this morning."
Nino sidled close and wrapped an arm around Jun's waist, laughing. "Now, now, Junpon. Don't be such a spoil sport. I mean, think of poor Ohno and Sho-chan. They tried so valiantly to win you."
Said members, Jun wanted to point out, didn't look particularly distressed that they'd lost. Sho looked more relieved than anything else and Ohno appeared to be practicing his casting technique if the motions were anything to go by. But Nino's nails were surprisingly sharp as they dug into Jun's side, and that was probably because Aiba was starting to look sad. Sad Aiba was the worst punishment ever. Jun swallowed back his words and glared darkly at Nino.
"I will kill you."
"No you won't, you have to do what I say," Nino said cheerfully.
Jun glowered.
He hadn't stopped glowering by the time they got back to Jun's apartment. ("Why the hell are we going to my apartment?!" "Because I feel like going to your apartment. Besides, mom's home.")
Nino lounged in the passenger's seat of Jun's car, barely twitching as Jun slammed the car into park. "Open my door."
"Open it yourself!"
"Who won whom?"
Jun actually growled. He stepped out of the car, slammed his door, stomped around to the other side, and swung the door open hard enough that it nearly bounced back to smack him in the side. It only worsened his mood when Nino hopped out and started off for the building entrance.
"Come on, Mattsun. Who's going to open doors for me?"
"Try opening them for yourself, runt," Jun muttered, stalking along behind the slighter man.
Nino drew himself to a very obvious stop in front of the doors, standing to the side and looking at Jun expectantly. Jun wanted to slam the door in Nino's face, but as it was public property he held it grudgingly open. It became a game of rinse and repeat - Nino stopped at every obstacle in their way, waiting for Jun to push the elevator button, hold the doors open for him, push the button to Jun's floor, open the apartment door.
Jun kicked his shoes off viciously and stalked into the apartment. He went immediately for the kitchen, snatching up a bottle of tea from the refrigerator. It was only after a long gulp that he realized Nino wasn't there. Jun poked his head into the living room. Not there, either. Jun groaned and went back to the entrance. Sure enough, Nino stood in the genkan and leaned against the wall, arms crossed casually.
"Why are you still here?"
"I can't come in with my shoes still on."
"Good. Take your shoes and go away," Jun snapped.
"Now, Jun," Nino said, clicking his tongue. "You're not being a very good sport about this. And after all the trouble Aiba went to to arrange it for Shukudai-kun."
Jun clenched his fist and debated tossing the bottle at Nino's head. But it was still open and the tea would just get all over his floor and walls. He shoved the bottle into Nino's hand and bent down, yanking his shoe laces undone, hoisting up a foot so fast that the slighter man nearly lost his balance and spilled the tea anyway. The shoes off, Jun grabbed his bottle back and stormed into the living room, throwing himself on the couch. Nino came in, smiling cheerfully, and perched on the arm of it - and he knew Jun hated it when he did that.
"Oh my God, get down from there right now."
"You're not a very good host, Mattsun," Nino said, sliding down from the arm and curling his legs under himself. "You haven't even offered me a drink."
"And I'm not going to. That would prolong your stay."
"I own you for the rest of the day. What makes you think I'm not going to stay anyway?"
"Me killing you with a spoon?"
"You wouldn't. You'd dirty your carpets," Nino yawned. "Seriously, Junpon, you're no fun."
Jun took a long, sullen swallow of his drink and stared darkly at the TV in front of him. Nino stayed silent, chin propped on his hand, watching Jun with amusement until the younger man finally looked at him.
"What?!" Jun snapped.
"You're so funny," Nino giggled. "You get bent out of shape over the most hilarious things."
"You think this is funny?" the younger man sneered, "Go get yourself bought at some retarded TV show auction and see how funny it is then."
There was a short silence. Then Nino sighed softly. He brought his knees to his chest and hugged them, and Jun looked away quickly. Nino knew exactly how to make himself look small and pathetic, and he knew that Jun was a pushover when it came to small and pathetic things. Jun wasn't going to give in this time.
"Jun..." Nino started quietly. His voice was hurt. "It's just me. What do you really think I'm going to make you do?"
The taller man bit down on the inside of his cheek. Nino had a point. It was Nino. Sure he'd pranked them all at various stages of life, but the pranks had all been in good fun and nobody had gotten hurt. Nino picked and prodded and poked, but he always knew when to back off. Jun rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Dress me in drag?" he suggested at last.
"Too Aiba," Nino said immediately. Jun felt a rush of relief hearing the good humor restored and took a sip of his tea. "I'd make you go in lingerie."
The younger man choked. Nino laughed. He stood and took the bottle away from Jun, grabbing his wrist and pulling him off the couch with an amused, "You'll get everything dirty." Then they were somehow in Jun's bedroom, and Nino's hands were on his pants and pulling them down. Jun started in surprise, but the pants were at his ankles before he could bat Nino's hands away.
"What are you doing?!"
"Claiming my prize," Nino said.
He winked and shoved Jun's boxers down, following them to his knees. Then his mouth was there, hot and wet on the head of Jun's cock, his tongue soft as he probed at the slit. Jun grabbed Nino's head to keep himself from lurching forward. Nino laughed around him and Jun moaned, his eyes closing tightly as he hardened in Nino's mouth. The older man held onto his knees and pulled away, licking up the underside of Jun's cock, blowing cool air over the warm trail of saliva. Jun jerked.
"F-fuck... Nino..."
"That was the plan," Nino said cheerily. He stood and pushed Jun back, and back, until Jun's knees knocked into the foot of his bed and he sat down heavily. "Scoot up," the slight man commanded.
Jun obeyed without thinking, pulling off his shirt for good measure. At the foot of the bed, Nino watched him with dark eyes. Slowly, very slowly, he started to undress, taking his time with each piece of clothing as he removed it. Jun swallowed thickly.
"Touch yourself," Nino said quietly.
The younger man's hand moved of its own accord, wrapping around his cock and stroking. Nino went to the bedside table and removed the lube and condoms that Jun kept behind his glasses case in the small drawer. Jun followed Nino's movements with his eyes, stroking himself the whole time, but Nino didn't look at him, setting the tube and small foil package carefully down. Jun narrowed his eyes. He drew his nails lightly down his skin the next time he stroked, hips bucking at the sensation, moaning loudly.
Nino looked at him and smirked, climbing onto the bed. "Much better."
He leaned over and fused their mouths together, straddling Jun's lap, taking Jun's wrists in hand and pushing them away from his cock. They didn't touch anywhere else. The younger man groaned at the lack of contact. He wrenched his head away from Nino's lips, breathing heavily.
"N-nino..."
"Prep me," the slender man muttered against Jun's mouth. He sucked on the skin just behind Jun's earlobe, biting down. "And make it good."
"W-wh- ?"
"You've been bad, Junpon. I'm not doing that much work after you've been so mean."
Jun retained enough presence of mind to snort - Nino wouldn't do that much work even if Jun had spent a day waiting on him hand and foot. And Nino knew that, because he couldn't even get his expression into the palest mockery of offense.
"Are you doubting the great extent of my goodness?" he asked, laughing. "Now you're really in for it."
Jun would have snorted again, but he was cut off by Nino lowering his hips and pressing their cocks together. The younger man moaned loudly instead, gripping Nino's hips hard enough to bruise. Nino wiggled against him, rolling his hips slowly, languid, like a long and luxurious stretch, and Jun had to bite his lips hard before he made a noise any more embarrassing. People liked to say that Nino couldn't dance, but people had never had Nino in bed.
The slender man leaned down and touched his lips to Jun's, licking at his bitten bottom lip. "Gotta let me go so I can slick your fingers," he murmured.
Jun unclawed a hand with great difficulty; the other held Nino firmly in place. Nino took Jun's hand in his, first sliding two fingers into his mouth and trailing his tongue from the base of each to the tip. A thrill ran down Jun's spine as Nino began to mimic the blow job this had started with, sucking on his fingers wetly, head bobbing, tongue laving. When he let the fingers go, it was only to add a generous coating of lubricant and guide the hand to his entrance.
Jun watched Nino's face intently as he pressed both of them in at once. The slim man arched his back and moaned, eyes fluttering closed. He rocked down, pressing their erections together once more, trying to take Jun's fingers in deeper all at once. Jun moved them back, sliding back out of the older man.
"No, no, no. You told me to make it good."
"How about if I tell you to make it fast?" Nino asked breathlessly. He slid his hands up Jun's torso and curled them around the younger man's shoulders. Lust darkened eyes met Jun's.
Jun swallowed and all but shoved his fingers back into Nino, rocking up against the thick cock pulsing against his, mashing their lips together. He drank down Nino's whining cry, felt Nino shudder in pleasure, felt the slim chest heaving against his and blunt nails digging into his skin. Nino had said he wanted it fast. Jun stretched his fingers out, scissoring them again and again, pressing the lubricant all over Nino's inner walls. Nino grabbed the condom with one hand and ripped the packet open with his teeth. Steady, small fingers were rolling it down onto Jun's length a moment later, squeezing him gently, stroking up as they left him. Jun's breath came in uneven, shuddering gasps. Nino lifted his hips and let the younger man's fingers fall out of him.
"Come on, come on, Jun, fuck me, fuck me now..."
Even if he'd been inclined to, there was no way to say no to that. Jun grabbed himself and positioned Nino over him, sitting the older man down as he pushed up. Nino took him in to the balls, tight and hot around him, panting, leaning forward to hide his face in the crook of Jun's neck. And then he didn't move. Jun grunted in frustration.
"Well what're you still doing down there?" Nino asked, sounding entirely too relaxed. "I told you I wasn't doing all the work."
It took Jun mere seconds to have their positions reversed - Nino's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, Jun pressing him down into the mattress as he kissed and nipped his way along the older man's jaw.
"I could wring your neck sometimes," he muttered, and started to move.
"K-kinky," Nino moaned, lifting himself up higher, reaching between them and grabbing hold of his own erection. He stroked as roughly as Jun moved, twisting his wrist sharply, thumbing the head lightly, making his body shudder and tense.
Jun moaned, jerking unsteadily from the clenching around his cock. He wasn't going to last very long and Nino wasn't going to do any better. Jun kissed Nino hungrily, thrusting his tongue into the hot mouth in time with his thrusts. He scraped his nails down Nino's chest and cried out when Nino practically squeezed his cock within his body in retaliation. Jun tore his lips away from Nino's and pressed them to the older man's ear.
"Fuck, come, come now Nino- come for me- "
Nino cried out a long, drawn and garbled version of Jun's name, and his come splattered between them, warm and sticky. His body spasmed and Jun tried to ride through it, forcing his hips to keep moving through Nino's orgasm, until he finally came buried deep in the slender body.
He collapsed on top of Nino and held the older man close, face pressed into soft hair. "Jesus... "
"I'm going to start bribing Aiba more often," Nino said thoughtfully.
It took him a while, and Jun just barely managed to summon the energy to smack the older man's ass - but it was a worthy cause.