Characters: Jun/Aiba, Sho
Word Count: 2,450
Chapter: One shot
Warnings: Voyeurism, masturbation, bum sex, and sickening cuteness because even in porn Arashi makes me vomit rainbows. >.>;
Disclaimer: Arashi is not mine. But oh, how I wish they were. I would keep them in my pocket and bring them out to play and dance and make me happy anytime I got sad. Instead I have fanfiction, and I guess that is almost just as good. XD
Authors notes: I wrote this in a day. Granted, this was the only thing I did that day. But, you know. Hope everyone enjoys. And thanks so much to opaquebubble for taking the time out of her crazy life to beta this last minute for me. Much love <3
Matsumoto Jun exhaled a contented sigh of accomplishment as he laid down his completed song lyrics. He had been working on them for a few weeks tweaking, correcting, and perfecting his words. Now all he had to do was type them up and print them.
Suddenly, the previously quite room erupted in noise. Noise that could only be the product of one Aiba Masaki.
“Ne, Jun look at what I made! You have to try it. I think you’ll like it.”
Aiba ran toward the youngest member, carrying a glass of some kind of dark, suspiciously lumpy liquid. Not entirely watching where he was going, Aiba tripped over Jun’s bag and spilled said concoction all over Jun’s recently completed lyrics.
“Awww, I spent all morning making it, too.”
Jun attempted to rein in his impending anger. Inhale. Exhale. Aiba started hastily wiping up the offending spill with Jun’s used workout towel which had been closest to hand, doing little more then affectively smearing it further into his papers.
Dark liquid dripped onto Jun’s sock clad foot. Inhale. Exhale. Aiba tried to pick up the papers while continuing his cleaning. Only half of the pages came up, leaving the other half torn on the table.
“AIBA YOU IDIOT!” Jun screamed instead of exhaling calmly as he had planned to.
Pouting, Aiba turned to face him with big eyes. “I..I’m sorry. I-”
“Sorry does not change the fact that you screwed up. I’ve been working on that… It doesn’t matter. You are completely useless,” Jun spat, his were eyes cold and glaring. Anger radiated from him as he gathered his things and stormed out of the break room.
As he left, he passed Sho who had been about to enter the room. Sho peered in to see Aiba still cleaning up his mess. If he hadn’t been looking for it, he wouldn’t have noticed the tears silently sliding down Aiba’s cheeks.
Matsujun was lounging in his hotel room’s recliner, nose buried firmly in his latest script. The concert that night had gone as well as they usually go, but the band was a bit strained to say the least. Aiba’s cheerfulness was only slightly dampened and Jun was only a bit less energized then normal, but the two boys took pains to avoid one another and that did not go unnoticed.
If he set aside a moment to think about it, Jun did feel bad about snapping at Aiba. Though he didn’t really want to think about it because he would then have to acknowledge why it bothered him so much that Aiba had been the one to ruin his hard work. That he had written the lyrics with him and the others in mind. That he was looking most forward to seeing Aiba’s reaction to them.
A knock at his door tore him away from the thoughts he was refusing to have.
“Yes?” Jun heard a muffled voice belonging to Sho reply.
With a sigh indicating his indignation at being interrupted, the slender man opened the hotel door. Leaning uninterestedly on the door frame he spoke, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Sho merely quirked an eyebrow. “May I come in?”
“But of course.” With that he turned on his heel, plopped back down into his recently vacated seat, and resumed his script studying.
Apparently having none of that, Sho snagged the script from his hands and sat down on the bed directly across from him.
Without preamble Sho started, “Aiba isn’t answering his phone.”
Jun looked up at him with a blank face. “Then knock on his door. You know what room he’s in.”
“I already did that. He isn’t answering that either.”
“Maybe he’s already sleeping. What does it matter?”
Sho sighed. “You know as well as I do that he never sleeps after a concert. I think you should talk to him.”
“You just said yourself he’s not answering. Why would he for me?”
Sho smirked and held up a little plastic card which Jun recognized as a room key. He would ask how Sho managed to get it but he knew the staff could get them a key for any of their band mates’ rooms for the purposes of practical jokes and the like.
“I don’t understand. If you already have his key why don’t you just go in and talk to him yourself?” Jun asked with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“I could. I also know that it wouldn’t help. You are the reason he’s upset. You are the one who needs to fix it.”
Jun laughed humorlessly. “I don’t need to do anything. And I think you should go back to your room and read a newspaper or whatever it is you do.”
Without looking at the other man, knowing full well and yet having trouble caring that he was being a complete jackass, Jun picked up his script once more, indicating the conversation was over.
A few moments went by before he heard the door open and close again. Jun dropped his script into his lap, and let his face fall into his hands.
When he finally looked up he saw the room key lying forebodingly on his bed.
Standing outside Aiba’s room Jun couldn’t help but be reminded of that night in Hawaii, it seemed like just yesterday.
He smiled a little remembering that it had been his brilliant idea to wake up his unsuspecting band mates at the crack of dawn. He’d forgotten that he too used to do strange, dorky things that gave the others headaches. Aiba wasn’t the only one.
Jun stuck his ear to the door and listened, but heard nothing. He contemplated knocking first, but deemed that useless. Aiba wouldn’t answer to Sho; he certainly wouldn’t open the door for him.
As quietly as he could Jun slid the key card into the lock. The little green light blinked at him and he tentatively opened the door only wide enough to allow himself access.
Once he was in and the door closed safely behind him, Jun stood and listened intently while his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hotel room.
He heard heavy breathing and whimpering, which stopped him in his tracks. What would he do if Aiba was crying? Jun was in no way capable of handling a crying person. Maybe this was a bad idea and he should just turn around and leave things the way they were.
No. He had to deal with this. Arashi was worth more then that and they had been through much worse together. Steeling himself for what was to come, Matsujun took the remaining steps forward into the rest of the room.
What he saw was certainly not what he had anticipated.
With only the scarce light which filtered through the window, Aiba seemed to glow. He was lying in the middle of an all-white bed with his back propped up on the pillows. Soft tendrils of hair fell across his face and shaded closed eyes.
The whimpering Jun heard was coming from Aiba’s parted lips. At that moment his tongue shot out to lick a bead of sweat from his upper lip.
Trying to control his own breathing Jun moved his gaze lower. Aiba’s thin t-shirt had been pulled up high on the slim man’s rapidly rising and falling chest. A long slender hand moved its way under the shirt to presumably tweak a nipple, which drew a low moan from its owner.
Jun’s eyes continued their descent seemingly without his control. Tight jeans were open, and hitched just low enough on Aiba’s indecent hips to allow access for his hand, which to Jun’s sight was nothing but a blur.
Matsumoto Jun knew he needed to leave, that he was invading Aiba’s personal space. This was not for him to watch. He knew all of these things. He was working up the strength to pull his eyes from the sight before him when he heard it.
For a long moment Jun thought he’d been spotted. He was trying to think of an appropriate response for the situation when he heard it again.
“Ooooh… Matsu-ah-jun.” This was followed by heavy panting and another moan.
Aiba’s hand slowed its frantic pace, and his thumb slid over the head of his erection on every upward stroke. Jun had so far been too shocked to be affected, but that didn’t last long. His pants had become tight and quite uncomfortable.
He put a hand on the bulge there and pressed hard while biting his lip, hoping to deter the feeling. It didn’t work, but his imagination sure did.
In his mind’s eye Jun strode over to the bed and smacked Aiba’s hand away. Then before the other man could object he pressed his hands onto Aiba’s beautiful hipbones and lowered his mouth onto his swollen cock.
In this waking fantasy, Jun’s tongue licked the beads of precome that collected on Aiba’s head and then swallowed him completely, gagging a little before he became accustomed to the girth. This drew a loud moan from fantasy Aiba that echoed the real Aiba.
This only encouraged Jun more. He didn’t even realize that his hand, which was meant to be stilling his erection, was now moving almost in time with Aiba’s ministrations. He used his other hand to steady himself against the wall.
Without thinking he sighed, “Ma..saki.”
Aiba’s eyes flew open and met Jun’s, and in that instant an array of emotions passed through them. Then they were gone as Aiba’s eyes closed and he screamed Jun’s name. His back arched elegantly off of the bed and his cock pulsed out a stream of come onto his hand and chest.
When his vision finally cleared and his breathing slowed, Aiba looked up to where Jun had been standing, but saw nothing more then an empty room.
He could almost convince himself that he was seeing things, except that the sound of the door shutting still echoed in his ears.
Hastily wiping his hand on the bed sheet, pulling his shirt down and pants up, Aiba dashed out of the room, down the hall, and into the main lobby. He skidded to a halt and tried to catch his breath as he panted out, “Matsumoto Jun. I need his room key.”
The receptionist narrowed her eyes but did not question him as she handed him the key. Aiba smiled brightly and gave his thanks as he ran straight to Jun’s room. Aiba didn’t know what he was going to do or say, he just knew he needed to see Jun. The look in his eyes when Aiba caught him meant something and Aiba was determined to find out what.
With none of the same care that Jun took, Aiba popped the key in lock and rushed into the room.
He found Jun naked and kneeing on his bed. One hand wrapped around his cock and the other behind him, stretching his entrance. Jun looked up at him but did not stop his ministrations, his expression one of defeat and pleading.
As if he couldn’t help himself, Jun moaned.
Aiba was instantly hard again, and could think of nothing to say except for maybe ‘I’m so sorry for ruining your work. I didn’t mean to, you know I’m a klutz’ or ‘You look so beautiful like that. I could watch you for the rest of my life and be content’. Not that any of it would have come out intelligible anyway.
So he did the only thing he could think to do.
He crawled onto the bed and took Jun’s face into his hands and kissed him. When their lips met Jun whimpered. Aiba’s tongue took that as an invitation to sneak past those lips which had the ability to make him so happy by just smiling, yet could hurt him so much with cruel words.
Their tongues met and danced and explored each others mouths leisurely. Aiba couldn’t keep at such a pace for long. He pulled both of Jun’s hands from their work and pushed Jun onto his back, then pinned his hands above his head with one of his own. Aiba used his other hand to unbutton his jeans and started to push them off his hips when Jun protested. “Leave them…like that.”
Aiba looked into Jun’s eyes at the strange request, but did not question it. With his shirt sticking to him and his pants down just far enough, Aiba pulled Jun’s legs up and over his shoulders and positioned himself in front of Jun’s entrance.
Never taking his eyes from the younger man Aiba pressed slowly in, watching closely for signs of discomfort. He thought he’d done something wrong and was about to pull out when Jun glared up at him.
“If you’re going to be on top, act like a top.” With that Jun pushed up forcefully until Aiba was completely sheathed in his tightness.
“Aaaruuogh,” Aiba panted intelligibly. “So…hot.”
That’s all it took to get him started. He began pounding into Jun with quick thrusts, which Jun matched enthusiastically. Aiba wrapped his slender fingers around Jun’s already sensitive prick and tugged in time with their thrusts.
Aiba leaned down to kiss him and his hair tickled Jun’s face. Matsujun wrinkled his nose in a very undignified manner, which caused Aiba to giggle. Their foreheads touched and Aiba closed his eyes. “Say it again,” he whispered.
Jun brought his hand up, his fingers traced Aiba’s cheekbone, then tucked the loose strands of hair behind his ears. He lifted his mouth to Aiba’s ear and his breath hitched in his throat before sighing, “Masaki.”
One, two more thrusts were all that Aiba could manage before he came, and just as loudly as he had before. Jun, feeling as Aiba pulsed inside of him, came shortly after.
They laid there satiated and curled together in a jumble of limbs as they caught their breath.
Aiba turned to face Jun, his eyes open wide. “I’m sorry for earlier. After you left I dried off the pages and put them back together best I could manage. I couldn’t make it all out because some of the words were missing or too smudged to read, but I thought it was a touching song. I hope you can forgive me.”
Jun smacked him on the head, then ruffled his already messy hair. “Baka. Haven’t you realized I already have?”
And then he kissed him, slowly, before falling into the most peaceful sleep Jun could ever remember having.
Sho decided to check in on Jun to see how things had worked out with Aiba. As he was about to knock on the door, he heard Aiba’s unmistakable voice cry out Jun’s name from within the room. Aiba was so loud in fact that a couple standing down the hall turned and looked in their direction. Sho gave an awkward little wave, and then scratched his head.
Sho knew Jun would find a way to fix things, he just didn’t realize it would be quite like that. He smiled sheepishly as he made his way back to his room.
On a sidenote I wrote the last paragraph slightly drunk and my beta already went to bed. In all honesty I think I frightened her away with an inbox full of naughty, incomprehensible, drunken babble, but I suppose that was to be expected. Hope everyone enjoyed it otherwise. >.<