Now and Forever...Itsumademo... - Chapter 01
Title: Now and Forever…いつまでも…
Author: Mayonaka no Taiyou/Unare Haineko
Pairing: [Juntoshi] Matsumoto Jun x Ohno Satoshi
Rating: PG-13-ish overall, but NC-17 this chapter.
Summary: This story follows Ayumu, a more or less normal child born in 2012, three years after the ending of ‘Kodoku kara Umareta Ai’ (which you can read here). His parents, Jun and Ohno, are everything but ‘normal’ in their often unconventional attempts to deal with some of the challenges of parenthood as they try to ‘blend in’ with ‘normal people’.
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Now and Forever…Itsumademo - Chapter 01
March 20, 2012…
The day that the social worker brought home their son was the happiest day of their lives. Jun and Ohno excitedly awaited his arrival in the lobby of their apartment.
“Matsumoto-san, Ohno-san,” smiled a jolly lady in a suit carrying a bundle in her arms. “Here he is…Ayumu-kun…”
Jun and Ohno stood up and ran up to her to greet their son.
“Thank you very much,” bowed Jun. “Oi, Leader, say thank you.”
Ohno was peering over at the baby when he felt Jun nudge him.
“Oh, yes. Thank you very much for bringing him here,” bowed Ohno.
“How is the mother?” asked Jun.
“Oh, she’s fine. She received the flowers and wishes you well. I know you two made it clear that you wouldn’t be able to see her in person due to the media; however, she did leave me her address. If you wouldn’t mind sending her a picture from time to time…”
“Of course,” Jun said amicably.
“Great. Alright, which one of you wants to hold Ayumu-kun first?” she asked.
“You hold him first, Jun,” said Ohno.
“Okay,” Jun said holding out his arms so that she could hand him her parcel.
Jun brought him down so that Ohno could take a closer look.
“Look at his fingers,” Ohno said, pointing to the wrinkled fingers gripping the powder blue baby blanket. “They’re so small….!”
Ohno touched Ayumu’s fingers and made his way up to Ayumu’s face. He leaned in closer to get a better look and immediately burst out laughing.
“What?” Jun said, glaring at Ohno.
“This…this…this is definitely…your kid!” Ohno laughed, holding his sides.
Jun looked down to see what Ohno meant.
“I don’t get it,” said Jun.
“Just look at his eyebrows,” pointed Ohno. “Those are definitely your eyebrows!”
“Really?” the social worker said, taking a closer look herself. “You’re right…this baby has really dark eyebrows…”
She looked up at Jun.
“Most definitely your son,” she nodded.
“Right!” Ohno said excitedly.
“Oi!”
“Oh, would you mind taking a picture of us?” asked Ohno, pulling the digital camera from Jun’s back pocket.
“Certainly,” she smiled.
Jun and Ohno stood together with Ayumu sleeping soundly in his little bundle.
“One…two…three…! And one more…!”
“Thank you,” Ohno said, taking the camera back from her and putting it in his own pocket.
“It is my pleasure. Now I’ll leave the three of you to get acquainted.”
The social worker bowed and took her leave.
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They returned to the apartment where they lay Ayumu in his bassinet in the living room. It was not the traditional frilly thing for girls. Ayumu’s bassinet was simple and practical with wheels to allow mobility around the apartment, but still lifted up to allow the basket to rock. Jun’s apartment was Western in design, so he and Ohno had decided on Western furniture for Ayumu. Despite the renovation, the apartment had retained most of its original design. However, one of the guest rooms had been converted into a nursery that would one day become Ayumu’s room. They had the walls painted a light blue and the overall décor changed to match and include a changing table that fit nicely over the twin sized bed Ayumu would eventually need, a simple white crib, shelving and drawers. At Ohno’s insistence, they also had his playpen, his high chair, and his stroller stored in his room as well.
“Shall we celebrate?” Jun asked, taking a chilled bottle of champagne and two flutes and placing them next to the muskmelon he had pulled out from the refrigerator.
“Hmm? Okay,” Ohno said, leaving Ayumu to continue sleeping.
Jun sliced the melon in half and scooped out the seeds from one half before covering the other half with plastic wrap and returning it to the refrigerator. He sliced the juicy green flesh into boats and then into 3 cm chunks as he removed it from the tough skin. Jun placed the fruit in a large bowl and washed his hands.
“Oh, melon!”
“Yeah, your mom sent it the other day,” Jun replied, opening the champagne and pouring it gracefully into the glasses. “Here.”
Jun handed Ohno a glass and raised it to him.
“To Ayumu,” said Jun. “May he live a long, healthy, happy life…”
“To Ayumu,” Ohno smiled, tapping his against Jun’s.
After the first sip, Ohno proposed a second toast.
“And to us…”
Jun lifted the corners of his mouth and took part in the second toast.
“Have a piece of melon…” Jun offered, picking up the succulent fruit between in thumb and index finger and holding it out to Ohno.
Ohno let his tongue hang out as he stretched his neck out, taking the sweet fruit in his mouth and licking the dripping juice from Jun’s fingers.
“So sweet…like you…” Ohno said licking his lips and offering a piece to Jun, who took it in between a sip of champagne.
As they polished off the bottle of champagne and the rest of the melon, Ohno, flushed red and in his happy place started to get frisky as he rubbed his pelvis against Jun’s while swaying about with his half filled glass.
“You’re such a tease…” breathed Ohno, licking the melon juice dripping down Jun’s knuckle as Jun bit into the melon as erotically as he could, fluttering his half-lidded eyes while he licked his lips.
“I know…but what are you gonna do about it?” Jun smirked, pulling his hand away and finishing the last piece of fruit.
“I dunno…this…?”
Ohno set his glass down and undid the button to Jun’s pants, licking the head of his cock aggressively.
“Leader…” Jun moaned as he pinched his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Ohno held Jun’s shaft midway while sucking the head, the tip of his tongue stroking at the slit.
“Enough foreplay, Satoshi-papa,” Jun gasped. “I wanna fuck your ass now…”
Jun reached into the cabinet and pulled out the ‘emergency lube’ that Ohno had placed in strategic areas of the house (e.g. the kitchen, the bathroom, between the cushions of the living room couch, in the hanging basket on the washing machine next to the fabric softener, etc.) while Ohno removed his pants. Jun prepped Ohno’s entrance with his fingers while Ohno was bent over the kitchen table.
“Put your cock in me already, Jun-papa,” begged Ohno, spreading his legs slightly to appear more inviting.
Jun pushed past the tensing muscle ring and began to pound into Ohno, who bit his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Ohno clung to the table, which shook as Jun moved.
“Hurry, I don’t wanna wake Ayumu,” panted Ohno, squeezing his cheeks together to increase the pressure on Jun’s cock.
“Lea…der…” Jun grunted, as he stabilizing himself with one hand on Ohno’s hips while pumping Ohno’s cock with the other.
Ohno just held onto the table to keep himself from sliding onto the floor.
“Are you close? Cum in my ass, Jun,” Ohno said turning his neck for some tongue action while Jun continued to bang his prostate.
“Yes…uh, nnnnn-!”
As soon as Jun’s cock stopped pulsing as it released his load of hot sperm, Jun withdrew from Ohno and flipped him onto his front. Sitting on the kitchen table, leaning back on his arms for support, Ohno panted in anticipation as Jun started with his lips and trailed his lips down his chest, licking his belly button, and down to his cock before finally sucking him off to his completion.
Jun stood up and walked to the counter as Ohno continued to pant with his eyes closed, basking in his post orgasmic high.
“Thirsty?” Jun asked, holding the two half filled abandoned glasses that had lost some of their carbonation, but Jun figured it was a waste to throw away.
“Yeah…” Ohno said, kissing Jun’s lips, the salty taste of himself combined with the sweet taste of the champagne lingering on his lips.
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A few days later…
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” said Jun, walking over to the door.
As soon as Jun opened the door, he was greeted by a bunch of balloons.
“Hello!!!! Jun!! Satoshi!! Where’s the baby??!!”
Ohno’s mother thrust a bouquet into Jun’s arms and bulldozed her way past Jun into the apartment. Ohno’s father followed with the balloons and many packages.
“Excuse us,” he bowed.
“Satoshi!!!” she bounced, running into the living room.
“How did you guys get up here?” asked Jun.
“You know her. She told the landlord that she wanted to surprise the two of you and they gave in,” replied Ohno’s father. “Oh, we have a few things for you….”
“Oh, thank you,” Jun said, taking the flowers into the kitchen and placing them in a vase he pulled out from the bottom cabinet.
“Are you two doing alright?”
“Yes, we’re fine. Ayumu, he’s great. Hardly cries and always smiling,” said Jun, tying the balloons to the chair and placing the packages onto the counter. “Why don’t you go and see them? I think Leader should just be about done feeding him.”
“Okay…”
Jun watched as Ohno’s father shuffled into the living room.
“Look at this baby’s eyebrows!” exclaimed Ohno’s mother. “They’re so DARK!!”
“I know! Aren’t they just like Jun’s!” said Ohno.
“What about my eyebrows?” Jun said bringing four cups of tea and a plate of cookies on a tray into the living room.
“Wanna hold him, touchan?” asked Ohno, holding Ayumu out to his father.
“Go on, dear,” urged Ohno’s mother.
“Okay…hey there, little guy…I’m your grandpa…you can call me ‘jiichan’…”
Ayumu gave him a gummy smile.
“Look, mama! He smiled at me!”
Ohno slid his arm under Jun’s and pulled him in for an embrace while his parents fawned over Ayumu.
“I wish we could share Ayumu with the world…” sighed Ohno.
“I know…” Jun said, patting him on the head.
“I bet Aiba and Sho would have loved to meet him…”
“Leader, you know we can’t do that…”
“Yeah…I know…”
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The first two months were hectic. While Ayumu was a rather quiet baby during the day, he often got up several times at night crying loudly and begging to be taken care of. This began to take its toll on the two parents and one night, Jun sat up and shook Ohno awake.
“Leader…”
“Yes…?” Ohno said sleepily, sitting up groggily and turning to face Jun.
“I think we should have a schedule. Since neither of us has a real job, I think one of us should care for him during the day while the other sleeps. And the other should care for him at night, letting the person who took care of him during the day sleep. I think both of us doing it is running us ragged…”
“I agree…which shift do you want?” yawned Ohno.
“Well, since I proposed it, I’ll take the night shift this week. We can switch next week.”
“Okay…sounds good…”
This seemed to work better. Whoever had the day shift also did a majority of the household tasks since Ayumu was happy to keep the person who hung the laundry or was cleaning the floors company in his bassinet or playpen. Sometimes Ohno’s parents would take Ayumu for a day or two to give Ohno and Jun some time alone together.
Ayumu slept in their bed in a protective sleeper between Ohno and Jun that was anchored by a security flap that tucked under the mattress. When he started to roll over at three months, they moved him to the crib and the person who had night duty usually slept on the twin bed in Ayumu’s room. At seven months, he was able to sleep through the night on most nights, so Ohno and Jun began sleeping together again.
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November…
“Ayumu,” called Ohno.
Ayumu, who was sitting on his favorite blanket lining up his blocks, turned his head.
“Come, Ayumu,” Ohno called once more.
Ayumu saw Ohno but did not move.
“What’s wrong, Ayumu?” said Jun walking into the living room.
As soon as he heard Jun’s voice, Ayumu crawled over to Jun excitedly.
“Why does he always go to you?” complained Ohno as Jun picked him up.
“Because I always bring him food,” laughed Jun, handing Ayumu a small purple cup with a few donut shaped cereal pieces and a few pieces of diced apple. “Come, Ayumu, come sit with Satoshi-papa.”
Jun placed Ayumu on Ohno’s lap.
“I’m going grocery shopping,” Jun said, patting Ayumu’s head and kissing Ohno on the cheek. “I’ll be back in about an hour or so.”
“Okay,” replied Ohno.
Jun pulled out his keys and walked to the door. However, as soon as Ayumu heard the jingling of the keys, he dropped his cup and started crawling for the door.
“Oi, Ayumu!” Ohno said, grabbing him and picking him up.
Ayumu began kicking and screaming.
“What happened?” Jun said, running back into the living room.
“I dunno. He was fine eating his snack and then as soon as you left, he started crawling towards the door. When I picked him up, he started screaming.”
“Does he need to be changed?”
“No, I just changed him…”
“He must not be hungry because I just gave him a snack…”
Ayumu held his arms out towards Jun.
“Papa, papa,” he said, trying to reach for Jun’s shirt.
“Weird,” Jun shrugged and started to walk away, the sound of his keys jingling in his pocket.
Ayumu started crying again.
“Jun, I think it’s your keys,” said Ohno, bouncing Ayumu up and down while trying to keep Ayumu from escaping.
“My keys?”
“I think he knows your leaving…”
Jun took his keys out of his pocket and placed them on the counter.
“Ayumu, be a good boy,” Jun said taking Ayumu from Ohno. “Turn the TV on or something, Leader.”
Ohno nodded and put in one of the educational singing animal DVDs his mother had brought over.
“Oh, look, Ayumu,” Jun said, walking over to the TV. “It’s the singing kuma-san and usagi-san…Leader, sing with them!”
“I don’t wanna be no ‘uta no oniisan’ again,” whined Ohno.
“Just do it!” ordered Jun over Ayumu’s cries. “And do the motions too!”
“But-“
“NOW!!”
“Let’s sing a song with a smile on our face,” sang Ohno, waving his hands like the giant rabbit in the overalls. “Let’s call out everyone to gather at our place…”
Once he had Ayumu’s attention captivated, Jun set Ayumu on his blanket and nodded to Ohno.
“Be back,” he mouthed.
Ohno nodded while he spun around dancing and Jun quietly picked up his keys and tiptoed out of the apartment.
He is so cute as an ‘uta no oniisan’…
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January…
“What’s my name?” asked Ohno to Ayumu one cool afternoon.
“Uta-papa!” said Ayumu, clapping his hands.
“Not, ‘Uta-papa’! ‘Satoshi-papa!’” he said, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand.
“Uta-papa!” Ayumu said, mimicking Ohno by slapping his forehead.
Ohno banged his head on the table in frustration. Ayumu was doing the same as Jun came out after having taken a bath.
“Ayumu, stop that right now!” Jun said, picking him up. “Leader, what the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m trying to teach him to call me ‘Satoshi-papa, but he keeps calling me ‘Uta-papa’,” complained Ohno, banging his head on the table.
Jun looked at Ayumu.
“Ayumu, what’s his name?” Jun asked, pointing to Ohno.
Ayumu slapped his forehead and replied, “Uta-papa!”
“Why does he slap his forehead when he says ‘Uta-papa’?” asked Jun.
“Because I was doing that and he now associates that with ‘Uta-papa’.”
“Ayumu, what’s my name?” asked Jun.
“Jun-papa,” replied Ayumu.
“That’s right, Ayumu-“
“What?! Why does he remember YOUR name and not mine?”
“Maybe because mine is easier to say,” shrugged Jun.
“Well, teach him to say my name,” pouted Ohno.
“He’s not a parrot, you know,” sighed Jun.
“Pleeeeeaaase?” begged Ohno. “I don’t wanna be ‘Uta-papa’!!!”
Jun rolled his eyes.
“Ayumu,” Jun said, sitting him down on the couch. “My name is ‘Jun-papa’. I want you to call him ‘Satoshi-papa’.”
Jun pointed to himself.
“Jun-papa.”
Then he pointed to Ohno.
“Satoshi-papa.”
Jun pointed to himself again.
“What’s my name?”
“Jun-papa.”
Jun pointed to Ohno.
“What’s his name?”
“Uta-papa.”
“No, Ayumu. His name is not ‘Uta-papa’. ‘Sa-to-shi-papa.’ ‘Sa-to-shi-papa’…”
Ayumu clapped his hands.
“Toshi-papa!”
“Good!” Jun praised.
“That’s Satoshi-papa. What’s my name?”
“Jun-papa!”
“What’s his name?”
“Toshi-papa!”
“Good boy,” Jun said, kissing Ayumu on the forehead.
“I guess that’s close enough,” Ohno sulked.
“Better than ‘Satopa’ right?” Jun joked.
“Don’t even go there,” grumbled Ohno.
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By the time he reached one year, Ayumu was quite an active toddler. He was a quick learner like Jun and liked to do things by himself. He knew a few words and was good at repeating what was said. Fortunately for Ohno, by this point, he had gotten the whole ‘Jun-papa’ and ‘Satoshi-papa’ down.
“Satoshi-papa!!” Ayumu called one morning, his diaper making squishy sounds as he ran from the bedroom to the living room.
“Yes, Ayumu?” replied Ohno, looking up from his fishing magazine.
Ayumu ran into the living room with a pack of cigarettes in his hand and climbed up onto the couch.
“Jun-papa, bad,” he said, handing the pack to Ohno.
“Oh, good boy, Ayumu,” smiled Ohno. “Come, let’s go into the bathroom.”
Ohno led the way and placed the cigarettes on the sink counter. He then lifted Ayumu up, who grabbed the large plastic red cup on the counter and filled it with water.
“Put it over there,” Ohno instructed.
Ayumu placed the half filled cup on the counter.
“Okay, let’s count together,” Ohno said. “Ayumu, pick up the box.”
“Box!” he said, opening the pack.
“Okay, repeat after me,” Ohno said. “One…”
Ayumu pulled a cigarette out and dropped it into the glass of water.
“Oneeee…” he repeated.
“Okay, two….”
“Twoooo…”
Ohno supervised as Ayumu dropped the remaining eight cigarettes into the water cup, counting up to ten.
“Okay! Good job! Throw the box away!” Ohno called, lowering Ayumu onto the floor.
“Throw away!” Ayumu repeated, running into the kitchen to throw it into the rubbish bin.
Jun awoke about an hour later. Ohno knew he was up when he heard his name.
“LEADER!!!!!!” Jun roared, stomping into the living room with the red cup in his hands.
“Yes?” Ohno said innocently.
“You did it again!” Jun accused.
“Smoking is bad for you,” Ohno said nonchalantly as he flipped the page and took a sip of his soda.
“Jun-papa! Ten! Bad! Ayumu, throw way! Yay!” Ayumu said, hugging Jun.
Jun closed his eyes and sighed.
“Will you continue to ruin my cigarettes like this?” asked Jun.
“Until you give them up,” Ohno replied.
“Ten! Bad! Ayumu, throw away!” Ayumu was running around excitedly repeating his chant. “Throw away! Yay!
“Besides, I’m using them to teach Ayumu to count,” smiled Ohno.
“I hate you,” Jun said, stomping back into the bathroom crankily.
“I love you,” called Ohno.
“Love Jun-papa!” repeated Ayumu.
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To be continued…
So this is my new series, “Now and Forever…Itsumademo…” the sequel to “Kodoku kara Umareta Ai.” The plot is going to move a little differently than in KodoAi. KodoAi was hot, fast, and smexy. It was also my first multi-chap contribution to the Arashi fandom. N&F is going to focus on Juntoshi parenting. I dunno how well I’ll be able to pull it off, but I’m looking at more of a heartfelt fic. There is actually a plot brewing behind all of this sweet and cuteness but it’s not for awhile. I’d say the pace of N&F is decidedly…rendora (renzoku dorama) like.
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