(arashi) it takes two; aiba/jun
Rating: G
Genre: ....Fluff :|
Notes: I don't even have much to say about this except, YAY, IT'S LONGER AGAIN :O!! And hey, I'm in winter okay, and I love winter, so I like people being cold. Okay. I'm done with this notes section.
Jun wakes up to Aiba’s head resting on his chest, fingers cold against his neck, and to say that it scares the crap out of him would be an understatement. Jun stares at him for a moment until Aiba jumps up, “Oh you’re awake!” and then calls to Nino, “His pulse is slower than yours, does that mean you’re fat?” He skips over, putting his fingers to Nino’s neck again, nodding as Nino tries to swat his cold hands away and argue that hey, I’m not fat, maybe you are.
So Jun sits up somewhat groggily; doesn’t remember what time he went to bed apart from the fact that it was Very Late. He groans and rubs at his head as he goes to find some painkillers, and when he comes back Aiba is sitting on top of Nino attempting to paint his eyebrows with bright red nail polish and Jun sighs, wonders if he would have ever had friends like this if it weren’t for Arashi (not that he’s complaining).
He spins around and Ohno is sitting up, blankets pulled around his shoulders, eyes still half closed and then a hand stretches out, makes a grabbing motion and Jun smirks, passes him the medicine and the rest of his glass of water, receiving a thank you muffled through the blankets. He spends another minute going through his plans for the day in his head (which don’t consist of much, considering) and then picks up a jacket slung over a nearby chair, puts it on and stuffs his hands in the pockets.
“Hey, that’s mine!” Aiba pipes up, jumping over and tugging lightly at the sleeves, giving Nino a chance to grab the nail polish and toss it across the room (much to Jun’s dismay) and Aiba squeaks; shuffles across the floor quickly and begins his search through the blankets. Nino claps happily and Jun groans, wonders on the side where Sho’s gotten to, and leaves them to be noisy and obnoxious (and hangover un-aiding) without his presence.
It’s not until later that night that Jun realises he’s still wearing Aiba’s jacket from earlier and that maybe giving it back would be a nice thing to do. He glances at the clock, scrunches his face a little and slumps down in the couch, pulling the sleeves down over his hands. It’s cold and late, the jacket can wait until tomorrow. (Plus, it’s comfortable, and although it belongs to Aiba; maybe because it belongs to Aiba - though maybe he doesn’t want to admit exactly why - Jun wants to keep it on for the time being).
But then the phone rings, and even though god dammit, it’s two in the morning, what are you doing?, Aiba still sounds perky and excited and everything that a person shouldn't be at two AM, and has apparently decided that no, that jacket cannot wait any longer, he wants it now. “Can’t I just wash it and bring it into work tomorrow?” Jun suggests, rolls over in bed and switches the phone to his other hand.
“No need! I’ll just come over and get it now,” Aiba says happily and hangs up.
Yawning, Jun gets up and pulls the jacket off, left sleeve first, then right. He shakes it a little and then tosses it on the bed before walking into the kitchen to make some coffee.
It takes Aiba some time to get there; probably got distracted on the way, Jun muses, but he still feels somewhat giddy when he answers the door and Aiba is there, smiling as always (and Jun wonders if the sheepish look on his face is obvious, not that Aiba would know why it’s there anyway), so he offers him a coffee - he’s just finished his own - and runs off to grab the jacket. Aiba declines the offer for coffee, but jumps excitedly when Jun comes back a minute later, jacket in hand, and takes it, hugging it tightly to his chest.
“Did you miss it that much?” Jun asks, bemused; wonders about his word choice but doesn’t change it.
Aiba laughs and shakes his head, tells him that he didn’t really care but just felt like coming over, and it takes Jun a great deal of energy not to physically slap a palm to his own face (or alternatively strangle Aiba, but that might be a bit harsh).
He sighs and tells Aiba he’s going to bed and when he hears a door close minutes later he thinks maybe Aiba’s gone, but then the bed dips beside him and hands wrap around his waist, touching the skin of his stomach where his shirt has risen up ever so slightly (though it’s glaringly obviously, because damn, Aiba’s hands are still freezing). Jun doesn’t shift, doesn’t speak, just leaves him, because even though his ego might get in the way of admitting it out loud, he’s incredibly comfortable and maybe kind of likes it. Even just a little (or possibly more).
Genre: ....Fluff :|
Notes: I don't even have much to say about this except, YAY, IT'S LONGER AGAIN :O!! And hey, I'm in winter okay, and I love winter, so I like people being cold. Okay. I'm done with this notes section.
Jun wakes up to Aiba’s head resting on his chest, fingers cold against his neck, and to say that it scares the crap out of him would be an understatement. Jun stares at him for a moment until Aiba jumps up, “Oh you’re awake!” and then calls to Nino, “His pulse is slower than yours, does that mean you’re fat?” He skips over, putting his fingers to Nino’s neck again, nodding as Nino tries to swat his cold hands away and argue that hey, I’m not fat, maybe you are.
So Jun sits up somewhat groggily; doesn’t remember what time he went to bed apart from the fact that it was Very Late. He groans and rubs at his head as he goes to find some painkillers, and when he comes back Aiba is sitting on top of Nino attempting to paint his eyebrows with bright red nail polish and Jun sighs, wonders if he would have ever had friends like this if it weren’t for Arashi (not that he’s complaining).
He spins around and Ohno is sitting up, blankets pulled around his shoulders, eyes still half closed and then a hand stretches out, makes a grabbing motion and Jun smirks, passes him the medicine and the rest of his glass of water, receiving a thank you muffled through the blankets. He spends another minute going through his plans for the day in his head (which don’t consist of much, considering) and then picks up a jacket slung over a nearby chair, puts it on and stuffs his hands in the pockets.
“Hey, that’s mine!” Aiba pipes up, jumping over and tugging lightly at the sleeves, giving Nino a chance to grab the nail polish and toss it across the room (much to Jun’s dismay) and Aiba squeaks; shuffles across the floor quickly and begins his search through the blankets. Nino claps happily and Jun groans, wonders on the side where Sho’s gotten to, and leaves them to be noisy and obnoxious (and hangover un-aiding) without his presence.
It’s not until later that night that Jun realises he’s still wearing Aiba’s jacket from earlier and that maybe giving it back would be a nice thing to do. He glances at the clock, scrunches his face a little and slumps down in the couch, pulling the sleeves down over his hands. It’s cold and late, the jacket can wait until tomorrow. (Plus, it’s comfortable, and although it belongs to Aiba; maybe because it belongs to Aiba - though maybe he doesn’t want to admit exactly why - Jun wants to keep it on for the time being).
But then the phone rings, and even though god dammit, it’s two in the morning, what are you doing?, Aiba still sounds perky and excited and everything that a person shouldn't be at two AM, and has apparently decided that no, that jacket cannot wait any longer, he wants it now. “Can’t I just wash it and bring it into work tomorrow?” Jun suggests, rolls over in bed and switches the phone to his other hand.
“No need! I’ll just come over and get it now,” Aiba says happily and hangs up.
Yawning, Jun gets up and pulls the jacket off, left sleeve first, then right. He shakes it a little and then tosses it on the bed before walking into the kitchen to make some coffee.
It takes Aiba some time to get there; probably got distracted on the way, Jun muses, but he still feels somewhat giddy when he answers the door and Aiba is there, smiling as always (and Jun wonders if the sheepish look on his face is obvious, not that Aiba would know why it’s there anyway), so he offers him a coffee - he’s just finished his own - and runs off to grab the jacket. Aiba declines the offer for coffee, but jumps excitedly when Jun comes back a minute later, jacket in hand, and takes it, hugging it tightly to his chest.
“Did you miss it that much?” Jun asks, bemused; wonders about his word choice but doesn’t change it.
Aiba laughs and shakes his head, tells him that he didn’t really care but just felt like coming over, and it takes Jun a great deal of energy not to physically slap a palm to his own face (or alternatively strangle Aiba, but that might be a bit harsh).
He sighs and tells Aiba he’s going to bed and when he hears a door close minutes later he thinks maybe Aiba’s gone, but then the bed dips beside him and hands wrap around his waist, touching the skin of his stomach where his shirt has risen up ever so slightly (though it’s glaringly obviously, because damn, Aiba’s hands are still freezing). Jun doesn’t shift, doesn’t speak, just leaves him, because even though his ego might get in the way of admitting it out loud, he’s incredibly comfortable and maybe kind of likes it. Even just a little (or possibly more).