[Step and Go] 愛しさ溢れて光キラリ願い
Title: 愛しさ溢れて光キラリ願い (A precious wish overflowing with sparkling light)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Juntoshi (side pairing Sakuraiba, Nino/Touma)
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny's technically owns Arashi, huh? Still not me.
Summary: Ohno and Jun are only getting closer.
A/N the first: This is part of an epilogue to my story Step and Go (which can be found here. I wrote the epilogue as a series of stand alones, so hopefully, even if you haven't read the story beforehand, you can still enjoy this part if it interests you. There will be three related stories in the same universe included in this epilogue. This is the final part.
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Ohno checked his phone to see the time.
It was still 6:05.
Jun was scheduled to arrive home a few minutes ago, which usually wouldn’t be so monumental, except Leader hadn’t actually seen his boyfriend in more than a week. Although they had always had tight schedules which almost never coincided with each other outside of filming, they usually found time before they went to bed at night or in the morning before work to snuggle (well, Jun called it snuggling, but Leader just thought of it as hanging out since he did it with Kazu all the time). Ohno would get at least one home cooked meal out of Jun during the week and they had even been able to sit down and watch some films together over the last few months at their apartment.
This week, though, starting from Monday, Ohno hadn’t had any time with Jun, outside of the studio and filming, anyway. When Leader had woken up and rolled over, confused because he wasn’t as warm as usual, he’d remembered that Jun had a series of morning shoots that would potentially last until the weekend and realized that his boyfriend had probably already left for work.
Ohno, on the other hand, had a few hours in the morning free, but had his own scheduled meeting with his manager and a drama proposal which they could only fit in after his Arashi filming in the afternoon. He had already come to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t see Jun until the next evening.
Even when his plans of playing with Jun’s hair while they chatted about the experiments Arashi would be performing in the upcoming week were ruined by an unexpected drinking invitation by Maruyama-kun, Ohno wasn’t worried. They had gone without seeing each other before, even since they had started dating (although the record was upwards of 3 days, even with Ohno practically living in Jun’s apartment) and, despite the fact that Leader certainly liked the affection from Jun, he could live without it when he had to.
Jun had been asleep when Ohno had arrived back at his apartment (as it was almost 3 a.m. and Jun was expected on set by at least 7, proceeded by a 2 hour commute) and Ohno had slipped in next to him as quietly as possible.
On Wednesday he almost felt guilty when he made arrangements to go fishing after his Arashi work.
It had been almost a month since he’d gone and as much as he loved Jun…
Thursday morning was spent in front of the television with Ohno trying to tell himself that it wasn’t a big deal the weekend was coming and Jun would be home.
That night Ohno once again didn’t show up until 3 a.m., as his follow up drama proposal also included a follow up drinking party.
By the time Friday rolled around, Ohno had almost reduced himself to clinging to Jun on the set, even though it was not part of his character at all.
There had been something of a silent agreement between the couple since they had started their relationship with Jun’s awkward confession. The younger star would smile at Ohno tenderly or give him the usual attention that he got from the rest of the members while they were in their work atmosphere, but never revealed any clues that there was more going on between the two stars than what their group had been so far. Although Ohno didn’t usually push these boundaries, he could tell that Jun went out of his way not to stand next to him sometimes, especially on air, and, after the rare occasion that Jun would pull him into an embrace or a kiss in the dressing room or backstage, he’d immediately dart away, as if embarrassed.
Ohno didn’t care for the most part. He was a laid back person in the first place, and had Nino to keep him company, anyway.
It was just that… sometimes he’d watch Aiba and Sho across the stage teasingly grabbing each other’s butts or pulling up the other’s shirt, or even sometimes lovingly kissing each other and he wondered why he couldn’t have that, too.
Of course he’d notice Jun’s jealous looks when Nino was lying on his lap or pretended to kiss him, so it couldn’t just be that the idol was trying to be professional, and if it was, there were certainly other ways to go about it. Actually, Ohno thought that Jun was embarrassed, not because they were both men necessarily, but because he was just a private person. If it wasn’t that, Jun was struggling with something else, internally.
Ohno couldn’t push that thought from his mind.
But Jun would tell him when he was ready. When they were ready.
It was obvious by Friday that Jun was feeling their separation, too. While they awaited the preparation of their last experiment in an empty field an hour and a half outside of Tokyo (Jun had arrived on a different train, due to his early morning work), he pulled Ohno away from the rest of the group.
They sat down behind one of the vans and Jun simply held his hand.
Ohno smiled at him and leaned his head lightly against Jun’s shoulder.
And then Jun tentatively told him that, due to an assistant’s blunder he’d be spending the weekend at the shooting sight redoing some work.
Ohno had blinked up at him and then lowered his head, trying to hide his disappointment.
Work was work, after all.
“Ah, there you are! We’re ready to start!” Aiba suddenly popped into the couple’s hiding spot and retrieved them with a sing-song voice.
And so Leader had spent the little portion of free time he’d had that weekend being dragged around Tokyo by Sho and Aiba and playing video games with Touma and Nino at the gamer’s apartment.
In order to finish what they needed to, the company had booked a hotel room for a disgruntled Matsujun and he wasn’t due back until Sunday night, since Arashi’s variety show would begin filming again on Monday.
But, Leader had his own photo shoot to attend on Sunday night and so he knew that he still wouldn’t be seeing his boyfriend until that was over.
And that left Ohno staring at his phone while one of the cameramen changed the background of the set. Jun was finally back from that God awful shoot that had taken him away from Ohno and the older idol was stuck at the studio with work of his own.
Leader vaguely wondered if he should email him on his phone.
Hmmm. That might be too much effort.
Satoshi had never been one for email or texting. Why push all those buttons when you could just call the person and talk to them? Not that he really did that much either… In fact, before he had started dating Jun, the only person he’d contact using his cell would be his mother. Many people called him, of course, but it was infinitely easier to answer a phone call than to dial one.
The photographer yelled out to him across the room and Ohno blinked at him once before putting his cell phone away in his pocket and briskly walking over to meet him. It wasn’t his fault that he was distracted because he hadn’t seen Jun in a week and was anxious for 9 o’clock to roll around.
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Leader fidgeted with his phone, checking the time again as he waiting for the elevator to take him up to Jun’s apartment. His boyfriend should definitely be home by now.
Reaching into his pocket and fishing out the spare key that Jun had given him promptly after the first night Ohno had spent over, Leader unlocked the door, his stomach twisting itself in a knot. What if Jun’s train was delayed or God forbid, he had to stay another day? Ohno felt the loss of his boyfriend more strongly now that he was looking forward to being home with him than when he was actually gone. It was easy to say maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, but it was harder on your emotions when you knew you wouldn’t be seeing that person for several days and then you came right to the last moment you would be alone.
His pulse sped up as the door fell forward and the artist realized that the overhead lights were on. It only took him a second to locate Jun, who was bending down in front of his media center, fumbling with something on the bottom shelf. The younger idol turned immediately as the door opened, and a smile spread across his face.
“Leader!” the younger star abandoned whatever he had been looking for and rushed over to the door. Ohno, of course, couldn’t help but return the smile, quickly pushing off his sneakers and removing his jacket. He hadn’t even stepped onto the carpet before Jun had pulled him close in a gentle hug. “Ah, I missed you.”
“It was only a week,” Ohno said, even as he was thinking the same thing as Jun. He let his arms rest lightly on the younger idol’s back.
“Hungry?” Jun asked quietly after a short pause, leaning down and burying his face in Leader’s warm neck.
“No,” Ohno immediately replied, and Jun backed up with a surprised look on his face.
“What?” His eyebrows were raised and he looked genuinely worried.
“They fed me at the shoot,” he offered as an excuse, and looked down distractedly, embarrassed by Jun’s reaction. Not a completely unexpected one, though, as Leader almost never turned down food offered to him. After a few seconds, Ohno pushed himself back into Jun’s chest, still ducking his head and not saying anything.
Jun chuckled, but returned the hug, rubbing his cheek in Ohno’s hair.
“Aw, you missed me, too.” There was a pause before Ohno replied.
“A little.”
The younger star laughed again and gave Leader a squeeze. Ohno’s hands were wrapped around Jun’s waist and he was breathing in the younger’s scent happily through his t-shirt.
They simply stood like that, hugging in the doorway, for several minutes, but Ohno knew that Jun was probably exhausted from work and hungry anyway, and that he should pull away soon.
He’d just wait one more minute. Leader’s eyes drifted shut, content to simply have his boyfriend back.
One minute turned quickly into two, then three. Jun’s hand had started gently massaging his head, running through his hair. Ohno gently flexed his fingers, which were gripped lightly onto the back of Jun’s shirt, and continued to rest his head against Jun’s collarbone.
Finally, when the artist thought that Jun might fall asleep at any second, he pulled his head back and looked up at his boyfriend. Jun gave him a warm smile, but blinked sleepily.
“I was going to make something, if you want to eat it anyway,” he said, obviously holding back a yawn. Ohno shrugged with a neutral expression and forced himself to release his hands from around Jun. The younger star probably hadn’t eaten most of the day and Ohno was only keeping him from his meal and then bed. He should just be a good boyfriend and just watch from the corner, preventing himself from being a distraction.
As Jun made his way back into the kitchen, Ohno took up a seat across from him on a bar stool, trying not to talk (which wasn’t hard) or look too cute (a little harder).
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After dinner the two of them shuffled into Jun’s bedroom, the younger idol looking exhausted and barely awake. Ohno watched him look around the room distractedly for a little while, obviously too tired to think of what he had been doing, before Leader ushered him into the bathroom, telling him he needed to go to bed soon.
He made sure that Jun’s nightly ritual was complete before he stripped the star to his briefs (he wanted to have sex tonight, but Jun seemed too drained; just being together was enough right now) and pushed him into bed.
Ohno brushed his own teeth and flipped off the lights, leaving the room in a blue glow from the street lamp, before shuffling across the carpet and sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to Jun. The younger star had been watching him since he had been forced into bed a few minutes ago and Leader was still trying his hardest not to be a distraction.
As Ohno pulled off his shirt and tossed it towards the dresser (if he didn’t pick it up in the morning, Jun would), the idol felt his boyfriend shift the bed underneath them. Before he could fully turn his head to give Jun a questioning look, the younger man’s lips were placing kisses on his bare shoulder blade.
Jun hovered there for a minute, his hot breath brushing over Ohno’s skin, before he pushed himself up and leaned his chest against Ohno’s back, wrapping his hands around the older man’s stomach and lacing his fingers together. Right up against his ear, Jun whispered “I missed you” again.
Ohno let his eyes drift shut and sighed “I missed you, too”, laying one of his arms on top of Jun’s and leaning back into him. He was getting sleepy himself.
When Jun began kissing his neck, Ohno realized where this was going.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?” he asked, his other arm twisting to rest on the top of Jun’s head, ruffling his hair lightly.
“I missed you,” Jun mumbled against his neck, his hands now dispersing to roam around Ohno’s stomach.
“Oh,” he replied simply, like he understood exactly what that meant, although he really didn’t.
It probably meant that Jun wanted to have sex.
The younger idol pulled Ohno back onto the bed, forcing him underneath him and immediately covered the older man’s mouth with a kiss.
Ohno parted his lips willingly as Jun ran one of his hands up and down his side. It tickled a little, but the artist was getting used to Jun’s wandering hands and didn’t mind the light touches as much as he used to. As Jun’s tongue curved around Leader’s bottom lip, licking it in one firm swoop, Ohno tangled his hand in Jun’s hair again, not particularly pulling him closer, just keeping him in place.
As Ohno’s lips began to move and a mumble escaped his mouth, Jun pulled back a little to hear what he had to say.
“Are you sure you’re not too tired?” Instead of sounding genuinely worried, Ohno had a smirk on his lips and was using a teasing tone of voice. Jun’s face immediately grew a little brighter, and his mouth opening in a smile that tried to look offended but only ended up amused.
“Hey, I have higher stamina than you think, old man!” Jun replied hotly with a low chuckle.
“I’m not an old man!” Ohno tried to sound insulted, but probably only seemed amused as well, since he knew that Jun was just teasing him. Before he could say anything else, Jun’s mouth was back on his, although their lips didn’t fit together properly because they were both smiling too widely.
After that, Ohno’s worries dissipated; if Jun said he was fine, Leader would let him prove it and, if nothing else, Jun had the morning free tomorrow and could sleep in.
Actually, Ohno wasn’t sure that he could push Jun off of him now, anyway.
It had been a week since they’d done anything and every area that Jun touched felt like an ember had been left behind, warming Ohno’s body faster than usual.
He wanted to touch Jun, not just be touched.
And that passion almost scared him.
Their regular bouts of sex were great, actually. Jun would handle him just right (almost as if he could read Ohno’s mood), doing all the work himself and being content with Ohno moaning and writhing underneath him. In fact, the artist had even begun to indulge his boyfriend by calling his name as he orgasmed.
And they would have sex regularly, too. Jun would almost always initiate it (the one time that Ohno had, he had said “Can we have sex tonight?” casually and Jun had smiled widely at him) and in the end, Leader wouldn’t really crave it. He’d rather sit on the couch snuggling.
Nino told him it was strange (“God, me and Touma do it like every night”) but Ohno had just shrugged it off. It was just the way he was.
Until he hadn’t seen Jun, anyway.
Leader had been fine, barely missing the company of his boyfriend for the first few days, since they’d seen each other on set anyway. By the time Wednesday had come around, Ohno had been analyzing his schedule for the next time they could be together, and by Friday he was checking his phone to see if his boyfriend had written him an email. It wasn’t until he realized Jun was coming home the next day that he realized I want to have sex.
Since he had thought that, his body had been out of control.
If he brushed someone in the hallway, Ohno would jump (followed quickly by an apology, of course) and he had avoided Aiba that day, since he would hang all over him when they were alone together. On top of that, his cotton shirt (that he wore all the time) was making his nipples itch.
When he told Nino all of this, the gamer had laughed so hard he’d almost cried. Ohno had only blinked at him.
This wasn’t normal. Maybe he was sick he’d said to Kazu, almost worried.
Nino shook his head, a grin still on his face. Nope, you just haven’t seen your boyfriend.
And so here they were: Jun was kissing him fervently and Ohno was desperately trying to quell the passion that had overtaken his chest. It was a new sensation, something similar to the constriction that he felt when he saw something that he just had to paint.
The whole thing was weird, though. The more he felt Jun, smelled him, tasted him, the more Ohno realized that maybe it wasn’t something worth holding back.
His other hand tangled in Jun’s hair with the first, finally pulling him just a little closer. Their mouths meshed together, Jun’s tongue running across his line of pearly teeth and Ohno’s tongue simply trying to keep up.
Jun’s hand, which had been at Leader’s waist a moment ago, slipped up and over his stomach, pinching Ohno’s nipple suddenly.
The artist let out a shaky moan against Jun’s lips, unable to hold it inside.
Ohno noted Jun’s sudden attentiveness, trying to make eye contact despite their close proximity, but Leader’s eyes squinted shut as Jun used his thumb to twist the nub firmly in a small circle.
The artist had someone managed to hold back another moan, but his breathing was coming in pants now and he couldn’t figure out why the bursts of pleasure were stronger than normal.
Jun usually played with his nipples (at first Ohno wasn’t sure why, since they only felt good for a few minutes before they just went numb) but this was the first time that it had felt so...so…intense.
The younger idol lifted himself off of Ohno a little bit, enough for him to look at the other’s face, and his fingers were only working harder. Now they were pinching him again, and pulling the erect nipple up sharply and Ohno was almost gasping and Jun was watching him with a sparking in his eyes, a sparkle that said that he had found something out he hadn’t meant to that he was going to take full advantage of it…
That he was going to take full advantage of Ohno.
Slowly and steadily, Jun pushed himself up and straddles Ohno’s waist, resting his weight on his knees and freeing up his second hand to play with Ohno’s other nipple.
Automatically Ohno’s hands rested on Jun’s thighs and it was all he could do to look up at his lover with a helpless look, gasping for air.
Damn, something was seriously wrong with him.
Although Jun’s fingers continued to tease him (the sparkle in his eyes hadn’t left yet and his tongue would occasionally dart out to wet his lips), Ohno was slowly getting a hold of himself again. His nipples were becoming a little numb (although he could still feel the electricity run though his body when they were twisted just the right way), and Leader took a moment to examine the beautiful body leaning over him.
Tentatively, he pushed his hand up Jun’s thigh, forcing the briefs up along the way, and watched in fascination as more of the pale skin was revealed.
When the hand reached Jun’s hip, the tips of his fingers under the grey material, the hands on his chest paused. Ohno shifted his gaze to look at Jun’s face (his mouth was open a fraction of an inch, the pouty lips glistening in the light from the street) before he moved his hand over a little. The briefs slipped back into place over the back of his hand, and Ohno brushed the quite obvious erection with the side of his thumb.
“L-Leader…” Jun visibly shivered upon contact, his eyes fluttering closed for just a second. His grip on Ohno’s nipples loosened and his palms rested lightly on Ohno’s ribs instead.
Not needing more encouragement than that, Ohno stretched the fabric and ran his fingers lightly (teasingly) over what he could of Jun’s cock. The younger idol shivered several more times, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the process, before he looked down, startled, when Ohno removed his hand.
Jun had opened his mouth, almost like he wanted to object, but Leader moved before he could.
Both of Ohno’s hands lifted and pulled back the band of the briefs of the man on top of him, and with a little bit of help, Jun’s erection popped out over the top. Before doing anything else, Ohno fumbled for the lube on the table next to him, where he always saw Jun pull it from, and squirted some onto his hand. Jun had only watched him, anticipation and fascination obvious on his face, with his hands resting lightly on Ohno’s waist.
First, Leader touched the erection lightly with his coated hand and Jun released a low moan. Ohno felt goose bumps prickle up on the back of his neck and shoulders and realized this had been the first time he’d been in this position--pleasuring Jun himself, not simply watching him get off as they had sex. The younger idol’s mouth was half open, his eyes closed in pleasure, and his sweaty hair was framing his face messily.
God, he was absolutely gorgeous.
Ohno stroked up and down as well as he could (he didn’t know much about getting other men off, but he knew about getting himself off), coating the whole cock in the slick substance on his hand.
As his motions sped up (he didn’t know what else to do besides pump up and down), Jun’s ass began grinding down into him in time with his strokes.
His nipples weren’t the only place that had become more sensitive over the last week. With just that little bit of pressure, heat waves flooded Ohno’s face so fast he thought he might cum.
After that distraction, Ohno lost track of what he had been doing for a mere second, but it was enough to bring Jun back to reality. The younger man leaned over him again, his eyes half shut and obviously impaired by a haze of lust, bringing their heads together.
“Leader,” he said breathily, and then paused, gasping in a lungful of air. “Leader, I’m going to fuck you, okay?”
Although it was a question, it certainly didn’t sound like it.
One of Jun’s hands rested above Ohno’s head, on a pillow, holding him up as his other hand struggled to get his briefs off in the awkward position.
A few moments later, Jun wiggling against him the whole time as he moved the underwear down his legs and making Ohno even hotter than before, Jun’s hand ended up between Leader’s thighs, pushing them apart.
Ohno tried to accommodate him, spreading his legs as far apart as he thought necessary, and after Jun had rearranged himself, Leader’s legs were straight up in the air, his own boxers coming off.
As the clothing was tossed haphazardly onto the floor, Ohno’s legs fell to either side of Jun’s hips as the younger star knelt between them.
Somehow, during the confusion, Jun had gotten the lube back and had coated his own hand, already inserting a finger inside of Ohno.
Leader was unable to keep one of his eyes from twitching shut as much as he tried. Of course it usually hurt at first, but he tried not to let Jun see. If he thought Ohno didn’t like it, he would probably slow down or stop and it would only take longer for them to be connected.
Either Jun misinterpreted the look or he was too eager to slow down (Ohno didn’t know which it was, but he was glad for it), and was immediately pushing another finger inside him with the first. Leader’s eyes squeezed shut and he tilted his head back a little, forcing himself to relax.
That task was a lot easier when Jun began stroking his cock.
At the sudden contact, Ohno sucked in his breath and let out a growl from the back of his throat. With just that simple touch he felt like he was ready to explode.
“Leader, I can’t take it. I can’t take it.”
The older man forced his eyes opened and met Jun’s, which looked desperate and almost disconnected, like the star had lost any thoughts that had been in place a few minutes ago.
Writhing under him (Jun’s fingers were still inside of him, stretching his ass and unconsciously thrusting back and forth a few inches) Ohno tried to catch his breath at his lover’s admission.
He couldn’t take it either. He had never wanted Jun’s inside of him so badly. If his lover could let go of his inhibitions, so could Ohno.
“Do it, Jun. Please.”
Something sparked in Jun’s eyes and Ohno thought, momentarily, that he might be eaten.
Jun’s fingers shot out of him and instead both hands grabbed tightly onto Ohno’s sides, just above his waist. Without any more warning, Jun was pushing inside him, his mouth open slightly in a silent cry.
“Jun…!” Ohno couldn’t hold back his voice, caught by surprise by the action. It didn’t quite hurt, he was just stretching so much and something wasn’t quite right.
Although he had entered Ohno fairly slowly and with obvious control, Jun didn’t wait for his boyfriend to adjust to his cock before he pulled out again and thrust.
Ohno called his name once more, although this time it was in an attempt to get his attention, to bring him back from whatever desperation he had fallen in to.
“Jun! Jun!” Ohno gasped, and tried to say his name a third time, but it turned immediately into a moan as his lover hit that spot inside of him he craved so much.
Ohno’s head fell back again. This was too much, too much. It seemed like eternity since Jun had been inside of him like this. Even though it was a little uncomfortable (it was getting better by the second) all Ohno could think about was how long it had been and how much he wanted Jun.
As he pumped in and out, his actions becoming wild and haphazard, Jun began mumbling under his breath. After a moment his words turned into a low chant of “Satoshi…Satoshi…”, matching each thrust that his hips made. Ohno shivered, watching Jun’s pleasured expression in fascination as heat burst across his face, before Jun’s gaze eventually rested on him as well.
He grasped for Leader’s oversensitive cock and it only took three strokes before Ohno called out Jun’s name again, feeling his ass tighten around his lover. His back arched and he immediately orgasmed, the heat from his face making his whole body flush.
Not even a second later, Jun called “Satoshi!” again, loudly and full of passion, before pushing his hips forward with all his strength. His eyes were closed in pleasure and Ohno (thank God) witnessed Jun’s body shaking as he came too, his upper arms twitching and all his chest muscles taunt.
A moment passed, both bodies frozen in their positions, before Jun finally took in a shaky breath.
Seconds after that breath, his hand full of Ohno’s cum, Jun tilted his head down and looked at Ohno through sleepy eyes. They were satisfied and pleased and still sexy, but sleepy nonetheless.
Jun fell sloppily on top of Ohno, using his clean hand as support, and rested his head against his boyfriend’s chest.
Ohno allowed the pleasure to slowly drain out of his face, closing his eyes contently after Jun had collapsed, and took a few deep breaths himself. That had felt really good.
He blinked his eyes open, although he was tired now, too, and looked at Jun as well as he could. The younger star seemed like he had passed out, and Ohno was reminded of the first time they had tried to have sex, when Jun had been drunk. He chuckled quietly to himself and Jun sluggishly opened his eyes to glance up at him, barely able to keep them open.
“What?”
Ohno smiled at him affectionately, but replied “Nothing.” Jun yawned widely, then returned his head to the previous position on Ohno’s chest. Leader unconsciously tangled his hand in Jun’s hair, smoothing it down, and ran his fingers firmly over Jun’s scalp. It was so nice to have him home and in his arms again.
But, as much as he would just like to fall asleep right now, they had forgotten to use a condom and Jun’s juices were uncomfortably becoming a part of him.
With all the motivation he had left, Ohno pushed Jun up by the shoulder (the younger idol really wasn’t helping him much) and turned him onto his back, shoving him (as gently as possible) a little closer to the window.
“Sorry…” Jun mumbled sleepily, his eyes still closed, and Ohno immediately forgave him. If he hadn’t been exhausted before, Jun certainly was now.
Leader rolled out of bed himself, finding the sensation of keeping his legs together so Jun’s cum didn’t get all over the floor a little strange, and shuffled to the bathroom to take care of it. It was a little too late for a shower, so Ohno would just have to get out what he could and wait until the morning to fully take care of it. Not that he really cared, since he was exhausted anyway, and all he really wanted was to slip into the bed next to Jun and snuggle up against him.
The star came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, letting out a large yawn. He picked up his discarded boxer shorts, which had ended up halfway across the room, and slipped them back on before approaching the bed in the corner.
Jun's breathing had evened out, his hand resting lightly on his chest, and Ohno could tell he was on the verge of sleep, if not already there. The artist stopped a few feet in front of the bed and allowed himself a smile, reveling in how beautiful Jun was.
His bangs were falling across his forehead, messy from sweat and the two of them rolling around on his bed for the last half hour. Jun’s brow was in the process of relaxing as he slowly fell into sleep, and his lips were parted, allowing a little of his breath to pass through them. His eyelashes were resting lightly against the skin above his cheeks, pitch black and contrasting drastically with his pale skin. Ohno stepped forward and leaned over his lover, careful not to jar the bed and wake him, and contented himself with examining the curve of Jun's jaw, where it met his ear. His skin was flawless tonight, and although usually Ohno thought the leftover make up only detracted from Jun's natural attractiveness, right now it gave his boyfriend a surreal air. The artist thought if he reached out and touched his face that he would leave some trace of his own dark skin there and ruin the moment.
Ohno stood back up, his gaze never leaving Jun's sleeping form.
He needed to draw.
Without thinking twice, Ohno rushed into the living room, trying to remember if he'd brought any paper with him. He hadn't- all he could think of was a receipt from dinner a few nights ago and that wasn't nearly big enough to capture the beauty set before him. Almost frantically, he checked the small living room, trying to find some sort of clean sheet of paper that Jun had lying around. He realized that it made absolutely no sense for Jun to have blank white paper ideal for drawing, but he thought this feeling inside of him would burst if he didn't get it out. He'd use the receipt if he had to.
As he walked in front of the media center, he noticed something sticking out on the bottom shelf, below where Jun kept his massive collection of videos. It looked suspiciously like a sketch pad.
Ohno reached down and pulled out the book, which was haphazardly stuffed inside a plastic bag, and examined it curiously. Yeah, it was a sketch pad. 50 pages of thick, high quality art paper brought together with a metal spiral on top.
The artist shrugged. It was weird that Jun had it, but thank God he did.
A pencil was infinitely easier to find, and Ohno was back in the bedroom with his tools in hand within a minute.
He looked around the room distractedly, trying to find a good place to set up.
After a moment of contemplation, he sat the pad and the pencil down on the dresser and walked back into the front room for one of the stools under Jun's bar counter. He carried it into the bedroom and placed it directly next to the bed, then recollected his things before sitting down. Ohno looked at Jun, blinked a few times, then stood back up and pushed his seat over a few inches. He sat back down and nodded to himself.
The pad of paper, of course, was completely empty. Ohno ran his hand slowly over the crisp page before looking back at Jun asleep on the bed, in the same position he'd been left in. Without hesitating, Ohno began pushing the pencil over the blank sheet.
He started with the curve of Jun's jaw, where the lines slowly began to form an ear, and then the shaggy hair that framed his face. Caught in a trance, Ohno's pencil eventually filled out the other half of his lover's face, and then moved to his full lips. Next came the dark eyelashes and more of the hair, and then finally Ohno began outlining a neck and the exposed collar bone.
The artist looked at his sketch, trying to decide whether it was finished yet, and then blinked up at the clock. An hour had passed, but it had only felt like minutes. He blinked a few more times, trying to force his consciousness to return, then looked at the sketch again. It wasn't perfect (it was never perfect), but the artistic urge that had taken over his body was gone, and he felt effectively exhausted again.
Letting out another yawn, the artist picked up the stool with one hand, the other holding the sketch pad and pencil, and returned all the items to their original spots. He even put the sketch book back in the plastic sack, just in case he shouldn’t have used it.
Ohno yawned once more and went back to the bedroom. Confident enough that he had captured the scene as he wanted to, he didn't hesitate to push Jun closer to the wall (the younger star let out a tired groan and turned his head towards the window, but never opened his eyes) and crawled in next to him, in his usual spot. He allowed his eyes to drift closed and groped around the bed in order to connect his hand with Jun's before allowing himself to drift into sleep.
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It was late the next morning (Ohno would have to leave for work eventually, but Jun had free time until their Arashi filming that afternoon) before Leader's eyes slowly blinked open. He could hear Jun in the kitchen through the doorway. Maybe he was making breakfast. Breakfast would be good.
Ohno smiled contently and raised his hands above his head in a stretch, yawning widely. He'd just lay here for a little while longer...
The artist managed to last ten more minutes before his bladder prodded him across the room and into the bathroom. After relieving himself and sloppily brushed his teeth, Ohno attempted to sneak back into the warm bed that he'd left.
He had lifted the blankets up and was slipping his bare legs back underneath them when he noticed Jun poke his head through the doorway.
"Oh, you're finally up!"
Ohno paused for a second, half heartedly turning to him and blinking, but continued his way back into the bed, hiding underneath the warm blankets and faced Jun from where he had been a few minutes earlier.
"Yep."
Jun only laughed in response. He crossed the room, sporting his own briefs from the night before, but not much else. After leaning over and giving Ohno a light kiss, he smiled brilliantly and asked what Leader wanted for breakfast.
Ohno's lips curved into his own lopsided smile and he shrugged from under the covers. "If you're cooking it, anything is fine."
Jun rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips, but his expression said that he was completely amused by Ohno's usual indecisiveness. The younger singer was slowly heading back towards the doorway when he suddenly turned back to face Ohno. The artist gave him a curious look.
"Oh, yesterday I forgot..." he started, a delighted look on his face. Without continuing, he turned again, just as suddenly, and rushed into the living room.
When he returned, Ohno couldn't help but let an amused expression overtake his face.
"I bought this for you while I was gone, since you really don't have anything like it here..." Jun's expression had a tinge of shyness to it, almost as if he was confident in how pleased Ohno would be, as he handed him a plastic bag.
Just as Ohno had predicted, inside the sack was the sketch pad he had used the night before. A smile spread across his face, although it probably didn't hold the meaning that Jun thought it did. Yes, of course Leader was pleased with the unexpected present, it was just ironic that he'd found it and used it before Jun had given it to him.
The younger star ducked his head, trying to hide his own satisfied expression, and left Ohno with his present as he returned to the kitchen.
Still grinning, Ohno slid the pad out of the plastic sack and flipped open to the first page.
Yep, there was the sketch of the beautiful sleeping Jun that he'd finished last night.
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Jun was upset.
Of course, he had a reason to be upset. His boyfriend was supposed to be home three hours ago, and he hadn't even gotten an email on his cell or better yet, a phone call.
That wasn't the whole story, though. Jun knew he was safe, it wasn't that he was worried about Ohno's welfare (although an email would have been nice) he was just annoyed that Ohno was putting his new precious co-star before him. As usual.
Jun admitted that he had to work tonight and that there was not enough time for the two of them to really do anything and that Ohno was busy with his new drama, Uta no Oniisan, and that it was important to Leader to create relationships with the people that he worked with, but...
Damn it, Jun would say it loud and clear to whoever would listen. He was jealous. How dare his Satoshi go out drinking with someone else?
Of course he realized he was being too over protective and that essentially, Ohno didn't care when he got this way. Right after they'd started dating, the fourth or fifth time that Ohno had been out drinking with his friends from his dramas or stage plays and Jun had been left out, they'd had a confrontation.
Jun had pouted, Leader had looked confused, and Jun had ended up storming out of the apartment to get some air. When he'd come home about an hour later, he'd expected Ohno to be anxiously waiting, asking what was wrong, why was Jun upset (like he should have in the first place).
Jun had been disappointed, though. He knew the effort he'd put into his fit had gone to waste as soon as he saw Ohno asleep in their bed. Pretty much all he'd gotten out of the 'fight' was no sex before he went to sleep.
After this sort of thing had happened three times in a row, Jun decided to go about getting his attention another way. The one that seemed to be the most effective when it came to dealing with Ohno.
"I get jealous when you go out with other people."
Leader had blinked at him a few times and then sort of shrugged half heartedly.
Jun had taken a deep breath and forced Ohno to have a conversation with him about it and work something out; otherwise this relationship was going nowhere.
Eventually they had come to this conclusion: Ohno wasn't willing to give up his friends for Jun (not that he had really expected or wanted him to, Jun had his own friends and knew he wouldn't want to give them up for Ohno either), and, that Ohno didn't particularly care that Jun was jealous.
That night he hadn't initiated anything with Ohno, thinking that he'd just withhold sex from him until he understood, but looking back on it, he realized he was probably the only one really suffering.
So he'd had to come up with a different coping method. He called it "deal with it".
On the nights that Ohno would go out with his friends, Jun would either try to distract himself until Ohno was safely back in his arms, or he'd go out with someone else (he'd also realized a while ago that it didn't matter who he'd go out with, Ohno would never give him the jealous reaction he was hoping for). When he'd get home, the younger idol would pull him tightly into his arms and kiss him firmly, despite how bad he smelled, and the two of them would smile at each other (although sometimes Jun's was forced) and all the hours of worrying and being jealous would eventually go away.
Well, tonight was the first time that Ohno hadn't been home by the time he promised he would be. Jun was ready to pull his hair out.
Over the last five hours, he'd flipped through all of the cable TV stations at least twice, looked through his movie collection for something to watch (he really wasn't in the mood to enjoy a movie, though), had played Super Mario for about twenty minute before he got frustrated with a boss (that he could beat in his sleep, usually) and then had gone into the kitchen and cooked dinner for one. Ohno had probably already eaten, and if he hadn't that was just too bad for him now, wasn't it?
After he'd finished his meal, Jun plopped down on the couch and flipped through the late night channels on the television, even though he knew there was nothing he was particularly interested in watching. He would not go to bed until Ohno got home, until he could reclaim the artist as his own.
Finally settling on a late night game show, Jun stared at the screen without really playing attention to what was going on. Where was Ohno? Maybe he should call him? He didn't want to seem too needy, though, and he especially didn't want to hear the background noise of the other actors in the bar.
Jun sleepily blinked, looking around the room distractedly. What time was it, anyway? Probably approaching 3 a.m. He had to work tomorrow, Goddamn it, where are you, Ohno?
His eyes distractedly fell to the bottom of his media center. Ohno's sketch book (the one Jun had bought for him several months ago- Ohno's eyes had lit up and he had smiled so cutely when Jun had handed it to him), which was by far the best idea that Jun had come up with for as long as Ohno had been coming over, was resting in the same place it always did.
Actually, Jun had never seen Ohno use it, and he wondered if maybe it hadn't been such a good present as he had thought it would be.
Maybe Ohno preferred a studio or at least an easel.
Maybe there was no inspiration here at his apartment. That thought made Jun's heart tighten.
He loved Ohno. And although he was always so sure that Ohno loved him, too, sometimes the whole situation just felt hopeless. Knowing how passive Ohno was, thoughts like I just talked him into this relationship or it's just because I'm the first person who jumped at him often entered Jun's mind.
Right now was probably the most insecure he'd ever been, waiting up for an Ohno, who hadn't even bothered to call.
Jun rubbed his face tiredly, trying to smooth away the lines that had formed there, and stood. He stepped forward and picked up the sketch pad off the bottom shelf of the media center. There was an easy way to obtain a hint of whether his worse fears were true or not, that Ohno found him completely uninteresting and was only dating him out of convenience.
Full of dread, Jun straightened and slowly opened the first page of the sketch book. Since he'd never seen Ohno drawing in it, he hadn’t thought about looking in it before now.
His heart stopped as his eyes darted across the drawing on the first page.
It was a picture of him, apparently sleeping. His hair was messily framing his face, and, from the lines going off the side of the page, he was naked. Most likely, from the subtle details of the scene, it had been after they had had sex one night.
The hairstyle that the sleeping sketch of him was sporting was one from several months ago, straight bangs covering his forehead and soft layers brushing his cheeks. He blinked at it, realizing that the sketch had probably been in the book since he'd given it to Ohno.
Before turning the page, he looked over the sketch again, marveling at the accuracy and talent embedded into each of the pencil lines. Ohno was really incredible.
Unable to stop himself, Jun flipped the page and found another sketch of himself, only at a different angle. He had similar hair, only this time it was pushed out of his face, one of his hands resting on his forehead with his head turned. His eyes were closed again and he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
The next one was done in pen and was messier, but the angle was similar to the first: a close up of Jun’s face.
The one after that included a background, the window next to Jun’s bed in his room, and Jun was naked again. A few pages later, his hair had suddenly turned curly (a change he’d made about a month and a half ago) and became even more unkempt than before.
Page after page was filled with sketches of himself, all of them naked and all of them while he had been sleeping. Although some of them were from strange angles (one had included his foot in the foreground) and various proximities (some of them were close ups, some of them included more of his body), each one of them was breathtaking, especially to Jun. Instead of confirming his fears, the sketch book had lightened his heart and proved to him that, in his own way, Ohno still loved him.
A blush spread across his face as he arrived at the last sketch in the book. It was another one of him, of course. Naked, of course. This one, though, depicted him with his hand resting on his stomach and head turned to one side, resting again a pillow. Yes, it was a fully body shot. Penis and all.
Jun’s heart began racing so fast that he thought he might pass out.
This had been from last night.
Jun vividly remembered the scene: Ohno had been particularly vocal, which was rare, and Jun had forced him to go for another round while he had had the chance. By the time they were finished, Jun could barely keep his eyes open and had ended up in a strange position on the bed, even forgetting to cover himself with a blanket. If that wasn’t enough for him to remember, his neck had been stiff this morning when he’d woken up and it had taken half the day and a good massage from his manager before he could forget about that part of the night before.
After turning another page and realizing that there was only one sheet left in the book, which was blank, Jun began thinking to himself. He wanted to keep this. As heartwarming and sexy the thought of Ohno looking back through the sketches and remembering their time together was, Jun wanted to keep the book for himself. It was solid proof of Ohno’s feelings, and besides, he was damn handsome, especially through Ohno’s eyes.
But he’d let his lover fill the last page first.
A warm smile spreading across his face, Jun returned the pad back to its original position, making sure it didn’t look like it had been touched. He once again faced the couch and dreamily took the few steps back to it, then plopped down and snuggled into the arm rest. How incredible that he could feel so good and confident after agonizing over the absence of his boyfriend for so many hours. He’d wait for him to come home and give him a genuine hug and kiss and hold Leader tight. He was looking forward to it now.
Feeling stupid for having a smile plastered to his face with no one there to see it, Jun rested his head lightly on the couch’s arm rest and distractedly watched the variety show that was on now.
Although he tried really hard to keep his eyes open, in his content state it was inevitable that he fell asleep.
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Jun drifted in and out of consciousness. He knew there was something he was waiting for and that he shouldn’t fall asleep, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Every sound that he heard caused him to jolt awake, blinking his eyes, but before even a second had passed and he’d realized that nothing had happened and would be asleep against the couch again immediately.
Finally, during one of his waking moments, he noticed Satoshi standing in the doorway, mechanically pulling the door closed behind him and staring at Jun’s immobile body.
He forced himself to sit up, dazed, as he suddenly remember what he’d been waiting for.
Ohno removed his shoes without a word and had started across the room while Jun blinked several times, trying to regain consciousness.
“Were you waiting up for me?” Ohno asked in a low voice. His expression looked a little anxious, but more than that, Leader seemed startled that Jun hadn’t said anything to him yet.
Any bitter thoughts of don’t I usually wait up or where the hell have you been left Jun’s mind as he caught the sketch book out of the corner of his eye, back in its original place on the media center’s shelf.
“Sorry, it’s my fault, I told Maruyama-kun that I’d-“
Jun smiled sleepily and Ohno didn’t continue his explanation.
“You’re hooome.” He almost fell off the couch in his sleepy stupor as he leaned forward and reached out his arms to wrap around Ohno’s shoulders.
They stood like that for a moment, before Jun remembered that he was supposed to give Leader a kiss, too. Ohno blinked at him several times, looking mildly confused, but allowed Jun to gently press their lips together, even holding the unsteady taller man by the waist.
“I’m tired, should we go to bed?” Jun asked pleasantly, suppressing a yawn, and Ohno blinked at him again, but helped him back towards the bedroom.
Jun collapsed onto the bed, barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to look at Leader, who was rubbing his head, still trying to figure out why Jun wasn’t mad at him.
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THE END
A/N: That's right, there is no more.
Shout out to the lovely yarukizero for this chapter, since I had to fix some of the stuff with the original timeline. She's so nice for putting up with me~
Well, I hope you all enjoyed Step and Go and the Epilogue. It turned out to be longer than I expected, especially the last three parts. As for this chapter, it was nice to write Juntoshi again. Sakuraiba is cute, but I think it's harder for me to do something creative with them. I really liked the Nino/Touma part, though. It turned out more involved than I meant it to be, and I think between me and yarukizero we have the start of a fanbase for the pairing (ne? ne?). By the way, I live for artist!Ohno, just in case that wasn't obvious in this chapter. I simply had to do something with that part of him.
Of course any comments are welcome, be it criticism or squeeing.
For those of you interested, I'll probably be posting a few one shots or short stories hereafter, but I'm working on another chaptered fic, too. It's AU, though, so hopefully it'll still be good. Please look for it! <3
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Juntoshi (side pairing Sakuraiba, Nino/Touma)
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny's technically owns Arashi, huh? Still not me.
Summary: Ohno and Jun are only getting closer.
A/N the first: This is part of an epilogue to my story Step and Go (which can be found here. I wrote the epilogue as a series of stand alones, so hopefully, even if you haven't read the story beforehand, you can still enjoy this part if it interests you. There will be three related stories in the same universe included in this epilogue. This is the final part.
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Ohno checked his phone to see the time.
It was still 6:05.
Jun was scheduled to arrive home a few minutes ago, which usually wouldn’t be so monumental, except Leader hadn’t actually seen his boyfriend in more than a week. Although they had always had tight schedules which almost never coincided with each other outside of filming, they usually found time before they went to bed at night or in the morning before work to snuggle (well, Jun called it snuggling, but Leader just thought of it as hanging out since he did it with Kazu all the time). Ohno would get at least one home cooked meal out of Jun during the week and they had even been able to sit down and watch some films together over the last few months at their apartment.
This week, though, starting from Monday, Ohno hadn’t had any time with Jun, outside of the studio and filming, anyway. When Leader had woken up and rolled over, confused because he wasn’t as warm as usual, he’d remembered that Jun had a series of morning shoots that would potentially last until the weekend and realized that his boyfriend had probably already left for work.
Ohno, on the other hand, had a few hours in the morning free, but had his own scheduled meeting with his manager and a drama proposal which they could only fit in after his Arashi filming in the afternoon. He had already come to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t see Jun until the next evening.
Even when his plans of playing with Jun’s hair while they chatted about the experiments Arashi would be performing in the upcoming week were ruined by an unexpected drinking invitation by Maruyama-kun, Ohno wasn’t worried. They had gone without seeing each other before, even since they had started dating (although the record was upwards of 3 days, even with Ohno practically living in Jun’s apartment) and, despite the fact that Leader certainly liked the affection from Jun, he could live without it when he had to.
Jun had been asleep when Ohno had arrived back at his apartment (as it was almost 3 a.m. and Jun was expected on set by at least 7, proceeded by a 2 hour commute) and Ohno had slipped in next to him as quietly as possible.
On Wednesday he almost felt guilty when he made arrangements to go fishing after his Arashi work.
It had been almost a month since he’d gone and as much as he loved Jun…
Thursday morning was spent in front of the television with Ohno trying to tell himself that it wasn’t a big deal the weekend was coming and Jun would be home.
That night Ohno once again didn’t show up until 3 a.m., as his follow up drama proposal also included a follow up drinking party.
By the time Friday rolled around, Ohno had almost reduced himself to clinging to Jun on the set, even though it was not part of his character at all.
There had been something of a silent agreement between the couple since they had started their relationship with Jun’s awkward confession. The younger star would smile at Ohno tenderly or give him the usual attention that he got from the rest of the members while they were in their work atmosphere, but never revealed any clues that there was more going on between the two stars than what their group had been so far. Although Ohno didn’t usually push these boundaries, he could tell that Jun went out of his way not to stand next to him sometimes, especially on air, and, after the rare occasion that Jun would pull him into an embrace or a kiss in the dressing room or backstage, he’d immediately dart away, as if embarrassed.
Ohno didn’t care for the most part. He was a laid back person in the first place, and had Nino to keep him company, anyway.
It was just that… sometimes he’d watch Aiba and Sho across the stage teasingly grabbing each other’s butts or pulling up the other’s shirt, or even sometimes lovingly kissing each other and he wondered why he couldn’t have that, too.
Of course he’d notice Jun’s jealous looks when Nino was lying on his lap or pretended to kiss him, so it couldn’t just be that the idol was trying to be professional, and if it was, there were certainly other ways to go about it. Actually, Ohno thought that Jun was embarrassed, not because they were both men necessarily, but because he was just a private person. If it wasn’t that, Jun was struggling with something else, internally.
Ohno couldn’t push that thought from his mind.
But Jun would tell him when he was ready. When they were ready.
It was obvious by Friday that Jun was feeling their separation, too. While they awaited the preparation of their last experiment in an empty field an hour and a half outside of Tokyo (Jun had arrived on a different train, due to his early morning work), he pulled Ohno away from the rest of the group.
They sat down behind one of the vans and Jun simply held his hand.
Ohno smiled at him and leaned his head lightly against Jun’s shoulder.
And then Jun tentatively told him that, due to an assistant’s blunder he’d be spending the weekend at the shooting sight redoing some work.
Ohno had blinked up at him and then lowered his head, trying to hide his disappointment.
Work was work, after all.
“Ah, there you are! We’re ready to start!” Aiba suddenly popped into the couple’s hiding spot and retrieved them with a sing-song voice.
And so Leader had spent the little portion of free time he’d had that weekend being dragged around Tokyo by Sho and Aiba and playing video games with Touma and Nino at the gamer’s apartment.
In order to finish what they needed to, the company had booked a hotel room for a disgruntled Matsujun and he wasn’t due back until Sunday night, since Arashi’s variety show would begin filming again on Monday.
But, Leader had his own photo shoot to attend on Sunday night and so he knew that he still wouldn’t be seeing his boyfriend until that was over.
And that left Ohno staring at his phone while one of the cameramen changed the background of the set. Jun was finally back from that God awful shoot that had taken him away from Ohno and the older idol was stuck at the studio with work of his own.
Leader vaguely wondered if he should email him on his phone.
Hmmm. That might be too much effort.
Satoshi had never been one for email or texting. Why push all those buttons when you could just call the person and talk to them? Not that he really did that much either… In fact, before he had started dating Jun, the only person he’d contact using his cell would be his mother. Many people called him, of course, but it was infinitely easier to answer a phone call than to dial one.
The photographer yelled out to him across the room and Ohno blinked at him once before putting his cell phone away in his pocket and briskly walking over to meet him. It wasn’t his fault that he was distracted because he hadn’t seen Jun in a week and was anxious for 9 o’clock to roll around.
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Leader fidgeted with his phone, checking the time again as he waiting for the elevator to take him up to Jun’s apartment. His boyfriend should definitely be home by now.
Reaching into his pocket and fishing out the spare key that Jun had given him promptly after the first night Ohno had spent over, Leader unlocked the door, his stomach twisting itself in a knot. What if Jun’s train was delayed or God forbid, he had to stay another day? Ohno felt the loss of his boyfriend more strongly now that he was looking forward to being home with him than when he was actually gone. It was easy to say maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, but it was harder on your emotions when you knew you wouldn’t be seeing that person for several days and then you came right to the last moment you would be alone.
His pulse sped up as the door fell forward and the artist realized that the overhead lights were on. It only took him a second to locate Jun, who was bending down in front of his media center, fumbling with something on the bottom shelf. The younger idol turned immediately as the door opened, and a smile spread across his face.
“Leader!” the younger star abandoned whatever he had been looking for and rushed over to the door. Ohno, of course, couldn’t help but return the smile, quickly pushing off his sneakers and removing his jacket. He hadn’t even stepped onto the carpet before Jun had pulled him close in a gentle hug. “Ah, I missed you.”
“It was only a week,” Ohno said, even as he was thinking the same thing as Jun. He let his arms rest lightly on the younger idol’s back.
“Hungry?” Jun asked quietly after a short pause, leaning down and burying his face in Leader’s warm neck.
“No,” Ohno immediately replied, and Jun backed up with a surprised look on his face.
“What?” His eyebrows were raised and he looked genuinely worried.
“They fed me at the shoot,” he offered as an excuse, and looked down distractedly, embarrassed by Jun’s reaction. Not a completely unexpected one, though, as Leader almost never turned down food offered to him. After a few seconds, Ohno pushed himself back into Jun’s chest, still ducking his head and not saying anything.
Jun chuckled, but returned the hug, rubbing his cheek in Ohno’s hair.
“Aw, you missed me, too.” There was a pause before Ohno replied.
“A little.”
The younger star laughed again and gave Leader a squeeze. Ohno’s hands were wrapped around Jun’s waist and he was breathing in the younger’s scent happily through his t-shirt.
They simply stood like that, hugging in the doorway, for several minutes, but Ohno knew that Jun was probably exhausted from work and hungry anyway, and that he should pull away soon.
He’d just wait one more minute. Leader’s eyes drifted shut, content to simply have his boyfriend back.
One minute turned quickly into two, then three. Jun’s hand had started gently massaging his head, running through his hair. Ohno gently flexed his fingers, which were gripped lightly onto the back of Jun’s shirt, and continued to rest his head against Jun’s collarbone.
Finally, when the artist thought that Jun might fall asleep at any second, he pulled his head back and looked up at his boyfriend. Jun gave him a warm smile, but blinked sleepily.
“I was going to make something, if you want to eat it anyway,” he said, obviously holding back a yawn. Ohno shrugged with a neutral expression and forced himself to release his hands from around Jun. The younger star probably hadn’t eaten most of the day and Ohno was only keeping him from his meal and then bed. He should just be a good boyfriend and just watch from the corner, preventing himself from being a distraction.
As Jun made his way back into the kitchen, Ohno took up a seat across from him on a bar stool, trying not to talk (which wasn’t hard) or look too cute (a little harder).
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After dinner the two of them shuffled into Jun’s bedroom, the younger idol looking exhausted and barely awake. Ohno watched him look around the room distractedly for a little while, obviously too tired to think of what he had been doing, before Leader ushered him into the bathroom, telling him he needed to go to bed soon.
He made sure that Jun’s nightly ritual was complete before he stripped the star to his briefs (he wanted to have sex tonight, but Jun seemed too drained; just being together was enough right now) and pushed him into bed.
Ohno brushed his own teeth and flipped off the lights, leaving the room in a blue glow from the street lamp, before shuffling across the carpet and sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to Jun. The younger star had been watching him since he had been forced into bed a few minutes ago and Leader was still trying his hardest not to be a distraction.
As Ohno pulled off his shirt and tossed it towards the dresser (if he didn’t pick it up in the morning, Jun would), the idol felt his boyfriend shift the bed underneath them. Before he could fully turn his head to give Jun a questioning look, the younger man’s lips were placing kisses on his bare shoulder blade.
Jun hovered there for a minute, his hot breath brushing over Ohno’s skin, before he pushed himself up and leaned his chest against Ohno’s back, wrapping his hands around the older man’s stomach and lacing his fingers together. Right up against his ear, Jun whispered “I missed you” again.
Ohno let his eyes drift shut and sighed “I missed you, too”, laying one of his arms on top of Jun’s and leaning back into him. He was getting sleepy himself.
When Jun began kissing his neck, Ohno realized where this was going.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?” he asked, his other arm twisting to rest on the top of Jun’s head, ruffling his hair lightly.
“I missed you,” Jun mumbled against his neck, his hands now dispersing to roam around Ohno’s stomach.
“Oh,” he replied simply, like he understood exactly what that meant, although he really didn’t.
It probably meant that Jun wanted to have sex.
The younger idol pulled Ohno back onto the bed, forcing him underneath him and immediately covered the older man’s mouth with a kiss.
Ohno parted his lips willingly as Jun ran one of his hands up and down his side. It tickled a little, but the artist was getting used to Jun’s wandering hands and didn’t mind the light touches as much as he used to. As Jun’s tongue curved around Leader’s bottom lip, licking it in one firm swoop, Ohno tangled his hand in Jun’s hair again, not particularly pulling him closer, just keeping him in place.
As Ohno’s lips began to move and a mumble escaped his mouth, Jun pulled back a little to hear what he had to say.
“Are you sure you’re not too tired?” Instead of sounding genuinely worried, Ohno had a smirk on his lips and was using a teasing tone of voice. Jun’s face immediately grew a little brighter, and his mouth opening in a smile that tried to look offended but only ended up amused.
“Hey, I have higher stamina than you think, old man!” Jun replied hotly with a low chuckle.
“I’m not an old man!” Ohno tried to sound insulted, but probably only seemed amused as well, since he knew that Jun was just teasing him. Before he could say anything else, Jun’s mouth was back on his, although their lips didn’t fit together properly because they were both smiling too widely.
After that, Ohno’s worries dissipated; if Jun said he was fine, Leader would let him prove it and, if nothing else, Jun had the morning free tomorrow and could sleep in.
Actually, Ohno wasn’t sure that he could push Jun off of him now, anyway.
It had been a week since they’d done anything and every area that Jun touched felt like an ember had been left behind, warming Ohno’s body faster than usual.
He wanted to touch Jun, not just be touched.
And that passion almost scared him.
Their regular bouts of sex were great, actually. Jun would handle him just right (almost as if he could read Ohno’s mood), doing all the work himself and being content with Ohno moaning and writhing underneath him. In fact, the artist had even begun to indulge his boyfriend by calling his name as he orgasmed.
And they would have sex regularly, too. Jun would almost always initiate it (the one time that Ohno had, he had said “Can we have sex tonight?” casually and Jun had smiled widely at him) and in the end, Leader wouldn’t really crave it. He’d rather sit on the couch snuggling.
Nino told him it was strange (“God, me and Touma do it like every night”) but Ohno had just shrugged it off. It was just the way he was.
Until he hadn’t seen Jun, anyway.
Leader had been fine, barely missing the company of his boyfriend for the first few days, since they’d seen each other on set anyway. By the time Wednesday had come around, Ohno had been analyzing his schedule for the next time they could be together, and by Friday he was checking his phone to see if his boyfriend had written him an email. It wasn’t until he realized Jun was coming home the next day that he realized I want to have sex.
Since he had thought that, his body had been out of control.
If he brushed someone in the hallway, Ohno would jump (followed quickly by an apology, of course) and he had avoided Aiba that day, since he would hang all over him when they were alone together. On top of that, his cotton shirt (that he wore all the time) was making his nipples itch.
When he told Nino all of this, the gamer had laughed so hard he’d almost cried. Ohno had only blinked at him.
This wasn’t normal. Maybe he was sick he’d said to Kazu, almost worried.
Nino shook his head, a grin still on his face. Nope, you just haven’t seen your boyfriend.
And so here they were: Jun was kissing him fervently and Ohno was desperately trying to quell the passion that had overtaken his chest. It was a new sensation, something similar to the constriction that he felt when he saw something that he just had to paint.
The whole thing was weird, though. The more he felt Jun, smelled him, tasted him, the more Ohno realized that maybe it wasn’t something worth holding back.
His other hand tangled in Jun’s hair with the first, finally pulling him just a little closer. Their mouths meshed together, Jun’s tongue running across his line of pearly teeth and Ohno’s tongue simply trying to keep up.
Jun’s hand, which had been at Leader’s waist a moment ago, slipped up and over his stomach, pinching Ohno’s nipple suddenly.
The artist let out a shaky moan against Jun’s lips, unable to hold it inside.
Ohno noted Jun’s sudden attentiveness, trying to make eye contact despite their close proximity, but Leader’s eyes squinted shut as Jun used his thumb to twist the nub firmly in a small circle.
The artist had someone managed to hold back another moan, but his breathing was coming in pants now and he couldn’t figure out why the bursts of pleasure were stronger than normal.
Jun usually played with his nipples (at first Ohno wasn’t sure why, since they only felt good for a few minutes before they just went numb) but this was the first time that it had felt so...so…intense.
The younger idol lifted himself off of Ohno a little bit, enough for him to look at the other’s face, and his fingers were only working harder. Now they were pinching him again, and pulling the erect nipple up sharply and Ohno was almost gasping and Jun was watching him with a sparking in his eyes, a sparkle that said that he had found something out he hadn’t meant to that he was going to take full advantage of it…
That he was going to take full advantage of Ohno.
Slowly and steadily, Jun pushed himself up and straddles Ohno’s waist, resting his weight on his knees and freeing up his second hand to play with Ohno’s other nipple.
Automatically Ohno’s hands rested on Jun’s thighs and it was all he could do to look up at his lover with a helpless look, gasping for air.
Damn, something was seriously wrong with him.
Although Jun’s fingers continued to tease him (the sparkle in his eyes hadn’t left yet and his tongue would occasionally dart out to wet his lips), Ohno was slowly getting a hold of himself again. His nipples were becoming a little numb (although he could still feel the electricity run though his body when they were twisted just the right way), and Leader took a moment to examine the beautiful body leaning over him.
Tentatively, he pushed his hand up Jun’s thigh, forcing the briefs up along the way, and watched in fascination as more of the pale skin was revealed.
When the hand reached Jun’s hip, the tips of his fingers under the grey material, the hands on his chest paused. Ohno shifted his gaze to look at Jun’s face (his mouth was open a fraction of an inch, the pouty lips glistening in the light from the street) before he moved his hand over a little. The briefs slipped back into place over the back of his hand, and Ohno brushed the quite obvious erection with the side of his thumb.
“L-Leader…” Jun visibly shivered upon contact, his eyes fluttering closed for just a second. His grip on Ohno’s nipples loosened and his palms rested lightly on Ohno’s ribs instead.
Not needing more encouragement than that, Ohno stretched the fabric and ran his fingers lightly (teasingly) over what he could of Jun’s cock. The younger idol shivered several more times, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the process, before he looked down, startled, when Ohno removed his hand.
Jun had opened his mouth, almost like he wanted to object, but Leader moved before he could.
Both of Ohno’s hands lifted and pulled back the band of the briefs of the man on top of him, and with a little bit of help, Jun’s erection popped out over the top. Before doing anything else, Ohno fumbled for the lube on the table next to him, where he always saw Jun pull it from, and squirted some onto his hand. Jun had only watched him, anticipation and fascination obvious on his face, with his hands resting lightly on Ohno’s waist.
First, Leader touched the erection lightly with his coated hand and Jun released a low moan. Ohno felt goose bumps prickle up on the back of his neck and shoulders and realized this had been the first time he’d been in this position--pleasuring Jun himself, not simply watching him get off as they had sex. The younger idol’s mouth was half open, his eyes closed in pleasure, and his sweaty hair was framing his face messily.
God, he was absolutely gorgeous.
Ohno stroked up and down as well as he could (he didn’t know much about getting other men off, but he knew about getting himself off), coating the whole cock in the slick substance on his hand.
As his motions sped up (he didn’t know what else to do besides pump up and down), Jun’s ass began grinding down into him in time with his strokes.
His nipples weren’t the only place that had become more sensitive over the last week. With just that little bit of pressure, heat waves flooded Ohno’s face so fast he thought he might cum.
After that distraction, Ohno lost track of what he had been doing for a mere second, but it was enough to bring Jun back to reality. The younger man leaned over him again, his eyes half shut and obviously impaired by a haze of lust, bringing their heads together.
“Leader,” he said breathily, and then paused, gasping in a lungful of air. “Leader, I’m going to fuck you, okay?”
Although it was a question, it certainly didn’t sound like it.
One of Jun’s hands rested above Ohno’s head, on a pillow, holding him up as his other hand struggled to get his briefs off in the awkward position.
A few moments later, Jun wiggling against him the whole time as he moved the underwear down his legs and making Ohno even hotter than before, Jun’s hand ended up between Leader’s thighs, pushing them apart.
Ohno tried to accommodate him, spreading his legs as far apart as he thought necessary, and after Jun had rearranged himself, Leader’s legs were straight up in the air, his own boxers coming off.
As the clothing was tossed haphazardly onto the floor, Ohno’s legs fell to either side of Jun’s hips as the younger star knelt between them.
Somehow, during the confusion, Jun had gotten the lube back and had coated his own hand, already inserting a finger inside of Ohno.
Leader was unable to keep one of his eyes from twitching shut as much as he tried. Of course it usually hurt at first, but he tried not to let Jun see. If he thought Ohno didn’t like it, he would probably slow down or stop and it would only take longer for them to be connected.
Either Jun misinterpreted the look or he was too eager to slow down (Ohno didn’t know which it was, but he was glad for it), and was immediately pushing another finger inside him with the first. Leader’s eyes squeezed shut and he tilted his head back a little, forcing himself to relax.
That task was a lot easier when Jun began stroking his cock.
At the sudden contact, Ohno sucked in his breath and let out a growl from the back of his throat. With just that simple touch he felt like he was ready to explode.
“Leader, I can’t take it. I can’t take it.”
The older man forced his eyes opened and met Jun’s, which looked desperate and almost disconnected, like the star had lost any thoughts that had been in place a few minutes ago.
Writhing under him (Jun’s fingers were still inside of him, stretching his ass and unconsciously thrusting back and forth a few inches) Ohno tried to catch his breath at his lover’s admission.
He couldn’t take it either. He had never wanted Jun’s inside of him so badly. If his lover could let go of his inhibitions, so could Ohno.
“Do it, Jun. Please.”
Something sparked in Jun’s eyes and Ohno thought, momentarily, that he might be eaten.
Jun’s fingers shot out of him and instead both hands grabbed tightly onto Ohno’s sides, just above his waist. Without any more warning, Jun was pushing inside him, his mouth open slightly in a silent cry.
“Jun…!” Ohno couldn’t hold back his voice, caught by surprise by the action. It didn’t quite hurt, he was just stretching so much and something wasn’t quite right.
Although he had entered Ohno fairly slowly and with obvious control, Jun didn’t wait for his boyfriend to adjust to his cock before he pulled out again and thrust.
Ohno called his name once more, although this time it was in an attempt to get his attention, to bring him back from whatever desperation he had fallen in to.
“Jun! Jun!” Ohno gasped, and tried to say his name a third time, but it turned immediately into a moan as his lover hit that spot inside of him he craved so much.
Ohno’s head fell back again. This was too much, too much. It seemed like eternity since Jun had been inside of him like this. Even though it was a little uncomfortable (it was getting better by the second) all Ohno could think about was how long it had been and how much he wanted Jun.
As he pumped in and out, his actions becoming wild and haphazard, Jun began mumbling under his breath. After a moment his words turned into a low chant of “Satoshi…Satoshi…”, matching each thrust that his hips made. Ohno shivered, watching Jun’s pleasured expression in fascination as heat burst across his face, before Jun’s gaze eventually rested on him as well.
He grasped for Leader’s oversensitive cock and it only took three strokes before Ohno called out Jun’s name again, feeling his ass tighten around his lover. His back arched and he immediately orgasmed, the heat from his face making his whole body flush.
Not even a second later, Jun called “Satoshi!” again, loudly and full of passion, before pushing his hips forward with all his strength. His eyes were closed in pleasure and Ohno (thank God) witnessed Jun’s body shaking as he came too, his upper arms twitching and all his chest muscles taunt.
A moment passed, both bodies frozen in their positions, before Jun finally took in a shaky breath.
Seconds after that breath, his hand full of Ohno’s cum, Jun tilted his head down and looked at Ohno through sleepy eyes. They were satisfied and pleased and still sexy, but sleepy nonetheless.
Jun fell sloppily on top of Ohno, using his clean hand as support, and rested his head against his boyfriend’s chest.
Ohno allowed the pleasure to slowly drain out of his face, closing his eyes contently after Jun had collapsed, and took a few deep breaths himself. That had felt really good.
He blinked his eyes open, although he was tired now, too, and looked at Jun as well as he could. The younger star seemed like he had passed out, and Ohno was reminded of the first time they had tried to have sex, when Jun had been drunk. He chuckled quietly to himself and Jun sluggishly opened his eyes to glance up at him, barely able to keep them open.
“What?”
Ohno smiled at him affectionately, but replied “Nothing.” Jun yawned widely, then returned his head to the previous position on Ohno’s chest. Leader unconsciously tangled his hand in Jun’s hair, smoothing it down, and ran his fingers firmly over Jun’s scalp. It was so nice to have him home and in his arms again.
But, as much as he would just like to fall asleep right now, they had forgotten to use a condom and Jun’s juices were uncomfortably becoming a part of him.
With all the motivation he had left, Ohno pushed Jun up by the shoulder (the younger idol really wasn’t helping him much) and turned him onto his back, shoving him (as gently as possible) a little closer to the window.
“Sorry…” Jun mumbled sleepily, his eyes still closed, and Ohno immediately forgave him. If he hadn’t been exhausted before, Jun certainly was now.
Leader rolled out of bed himself, finding the sensation of keeping his legs together so Jun’s cum didn’t get all over the floor a little strange, and shuffled to the bathroom to take care of it. It was a little too late for a shower, so Ohno would just have to get out what he could and wait until the morning to fully take care of it. Not that he really cared, since he was exhausted anyway, and all he really wanted was to slip into the bed next to Jun and snuggle up against him.
The star came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, letting out a large yawn. He picked up his discarded boxer shorts, which had ended up halfway across the room, and slipped them back on before approaching the bed in the corner.
Jun's breathing had evened out, his hand resting lightly on his chest, and Ohno could tell he was on the verge of sleep, if not already there. The artist stopped a few feet in front of the bed and allowed himself a smile, reveling in how beautiful Jun was.
His bangs were falling across his forehead, messy from sweat and the two of them rolling around on his bed for the last half hour. Jun’s brow was in the process of relaxing as he slowly fell into sleep, and his lips were parted, allowing a little of his breath to pass through them. His eyelashes were resting lightly against the skin above his cheeks, pitch black and contrasting drastically with his pale skin. Ohno stepped forward and leaned over his lover, careful not to jar the bed and wake him, and contented himself with examining the curve of Jun's jaw, where it met his ear. His skin was flawless tonight, and although usually Ohno thought the leftover make up only detracted from Jun's natural attractiveness, right now it gave his boyfriend a surreal air. The artist thought if he reached out and touched his face that he would leave some trace of his own dark skin there and ruin the moment.
Ohno stood back up, his gaze never leaving Jun's sleeping form.
He needed to draw.
Without thinking twice, Ohno rushed into the living room, trying to remember if he'd brought any paper with him. He hadn't- all he could think of was a receipt from dinner a few nights ago and that wasn't nearly big enough to capture the beauty set before him. Almost frantically, he checked the small living room, trying to find some sort of clean sheet of paper that Jun had lying around. He realized that it made absolutely no sense for Jun to have blank white paper ideal for drawing, but he thought this feeling inside of him would burst if he didn't get it out. He'd use the receipt if he had to.
As he walked in front of the media center, he noticed something sticking out on the bottom shelf, below where Jun kept his massive collection of videos. It looked suspiciously like a sketch pad.
Ohno reached down and pulled out the book, which was haphazardly stuffed inside a plastic bag, and examined it curiously. Yeah, it was a sketch pad. 50 pages of thick, high quality art paper brought together with a metal spiral on top.
The artist shrugged. It was weird that Jun had it, but thank God he did.
A pencil was infinitely easier to find, and Ohno was back in the bedroom with his tools in hand within a minute.
He looked around the room distractedly, trying to find a good place to set up.
After a moment of contemplation, he sat the pad and the pencil down on the dresser and walked back into the front room for one of the stools under Jun's bar counter. He carried it into the bedroom and placed it directly next to the bed, then recollected his things before sitting down. Ohno looked at Jun, blinked a few times, then stood back up and pushed his seat over a few inches. He sat back down and nodded to himself.
The pad of paper, of course, was completely empty. Ohno ran his hand slowly over the crisp page before looking back at Jun asleep on the bed, in the same position he'd been left in. Without hesitating, Ohno began pushing the pencil over the blank sheet.
He started with the curve of Jun's jaw, where the lines slowly began to form an ear, and then the shaggy hair that framed his face. Caught in a trance, Ohno's pencil eventually filled out the other half of his lover's face, and then moved to his full lips. Next came the dark eyelashes and more of the hair, and then finally Ohno began outlining a neck and the exposed collar bone.
The artist looked at his sketch, trying to decide whether it was finished yet, and then blinked up at the clock. An hour had passed, but it had only felt like minutes. He blinked a few more times, trying to force his consciousness to return, then looked at the sketch again. It wasn't perfect (it was never perfect), but the artistic urge that had taken over his body was gone, and he felt effectively exhausted again.
Letting out another yawn, the artist picked up the stool with one hand, the other holding the sketch pad and pencil, and returned all the items to their original spots. He even put the sketch book back in the plastic sack, just in case he shouldn’t have used it.
Ohno yawned once more and went back to the bedroom. Confident enough that he had captured the scene as he wanted to, he didn't hesitate to push Jun closer to the wall (the younger star let out a tired groan and turned his head towards the window, but never opened his eyes) and crawled in next to him, in his usual spot. He allowed his eyes to drift closed and groped around the bed in order to connect his hand with Jun's before allowing himself to drift into sleep.
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It was late the next morning (Ohno would have to leave for work eventually, but Jun had free time until their Arashi filming that afternoon) before Leader's eyes slowly blinked open. He could hear Jun in the kitchen through the doorway. Maybe he was making breakfast. Breakfast would be good.
Ohno smiled contently and raised his hands above his head in a stretch, yawning widely. He'd just lay here for a little while longer...
The artist managed to last ten more minutes before his bladder prodded him across the room and into the bathroom. After relieving himself and sloppily brushed his teeth, Ohno attempted to sneak back into the warm bed that he'd left.
He had lifted the blankets up and was slipping his bare legs back underneath them when he noticed Jun poke his head through the doorway.
"Oh, you're finally up!"
Ohno paused for a second, half heartedly turning to him and blinking, but continued his way back into the bed, hiding underneath the warm blankets and faced Jun from where he had been a few minutes earlier.
"Yep."
Jun only laughed in response. He crossed the room, sporting his own briefs from the night before, but not much else. After leaning over and giving Ohno a light kiss, he smiled brilliantly and asked what Leader wanted for breakfast.
Ohno's lips curved into his own lopsided smile and he shrugged from under the covers. "If you're cooking it, anything is fine."
Jun rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips, but his expression said that he was completely amused by Ohno's usual indecisiveness. The younger singer was slowly heading back towards the doorway when he suddenly turned back to face Ohno. The artist gave him a curious look.
"Oh, yesterday I forgot..." he started, a delighted look on his face. Without continuing, he turned again, just as suddenly, and rushed into the living room.
When he returned, Ohno couldn't help but let an amused expression overtake his face.
"I bought this for you while I was gone, since you really don't have anything like it here..." Jun's expression had a tinge of shyness to it, almost as if he was confident in how pleased Ohno would be, as he handed him a plastic bag.
Just as Ohno had predicted, inside the sack was the sketch pad he had used the night before. A smile spread across his face, although it probably didn't hold the meaning that Jun thought it did. Yes, of course Leader was pleased with the unexpected present, it was just ironic that he'd found it and used it before Jun had given it to him.
The younger star ducked his head, trying to hide his own satisfied expression, and left Ohno with his present as he returned to the kitchen.
Still grinning, Ohno slid the pad out of the plastic sack and flipped open to the first page.
Yep, there was the sketch of the beautiful sleeping Jun that he'd finished last night.
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Jun was upset.
Of course, he had a reason to be upset. His boyfriend was supposed to be home three hours ago, and he hadn't even gotten an email on his cell or better yet, a phone call.
That wasn't the whole story, though. Jun knew he was safe, it wasn't that he was worried about Ohno's welfare (although an email would have been nice) he was just annoyed that Ohno was putting his new precious co-star before him. As usual.
Jun admitted that he had to work tonight and that there was not enough time for the two of them to really do anything and that Ohno was busy with his new drama, Uta no Oniisan, and that it was important to Leader to create relationships with the people that he worked with, but...
Damn it, Jun would say it loud and clear to whoever would listen. He was jealous. How dare his Satoshi go out drinking with someone else?
Of course he realized he was being too over protective and that essentially, Ohno didn't care when he got this way. Right after they'd started dating, the fourth or fifth time that Ohno had been out drinking with his friends from his dramas or stage plays and Jun had been left out, they'd had a confrontation.
Jun had pouted, Leader had looked confused, and Jun had ended up storming out of the apartment to get some air. When he'd come home about an hour later, he'd expected Ohno to be anxiously waiting, asking what was wrong, why was Jun upset (like he should have in the first place).
Jun had been disappointed, though. He knew the effort he'd put into his fit had gone to waste as soon as he saw Ohno asleep in their bed. Pretty much all he'd gotten out of the 'fight' was no sex before he went to sleep.
After this sort of thing had happened three times in a row, Jun decided to go about getting his attention another way. The one that seemed to be the most effective when it came to dealing with Ohno.
"I get jealous when you go out with other people."
Leader had blinked at him a few times and then sort of shrugged half heartedly.
Jun had taken a deep breath and forced Ohno to have a conversation with him about it and work something out; otherwise this relationship was going nowhere.
Eventually they had come to this conclusion: Ohno wasn't willing to give up his friends for Jun (not that he had really expected or wanted him to, Jun had his own friends and knew he wouldn't want to give them up for Ohno either), and, that Ohno didn't particularly care that Jun was jealous.
That night he hadn't initiated anything with Ohno, thinking that he'd just withhold sex from him until he understood, but looking back on it, he realized he was probably the only one really suffering.
So he'd had to come up with a different coping method. He called it "deal with it".
On the nights that Ohno would go out with his friends, Jun would either try to distract himself until Ohno was safely back in his arms, or he'd go out with someone else (he'd also realized a while ago that it didn't matter who he'd go out with, Ohno would never give him the jealous reaction he was hoping for). When he'd get home, the younger idol would pull him tightly into his arms and kiss him firmly, despite how bad he smelled, and the two of them would smile at each other (although sometimes Jun's was forced) and all the hours of worrying and being jealous would eventually go away.
Well, tonight was the first time that Ohno hadn't been home by the time he promised he would be. Jun was ready to pull his hair out.
Over the last five hours, he'd flipped through all of the cable TV stations at least twice, looked through his movie collection for something to watch (he really wasn't in the mood to enjoy a movie, though), had played Super Mario for about twenty minute before he got frustrated with a boss (that he could beat in his sleep, usually) and then had gone into the kitchen and cooked dinner for one. Ohno had probably already eaten, and if he hadn't that was just too bad for him now, wasn't it?
After he'd finished his meal, Jun plopped down on the couch and flipped through the late night channels on the television, even though he knew there was nothing he was particularly interested in watching. He would not go to bed until Ohno got home, until he could reclaim the artist as his own.
Finally settling on a late night game show, Jun stared at the screen without really playing attention to what was going on. Where was Ohno? Maybe he should call him? He didn't want to seem too needy, though, and he especially didn't want to hear the background noise of the other actors in the bar.
Jun sleepily blinked, looking around the room distractedly. What time was it, anyway? Probably approaching 3 a.m. He had to work tomorrow, Goddamn it, where are you, Ohno?
His eyes distractedly fell to the bottom of his media center. Ohno's sketch book (the one Jun had bought for him several months ago- Ohno's eyes had lit up and he had smiled so cutely when Jun had handed it to him), which was by far the best idea that Jun had come up with for as long as Ohno had been coming over, was resting in the same place it always did.
Actually, Jun had never seen Ohno use it, and he wondered if maybe it hadn't been such a good present as he had thought it would be.
Maybe Ohno preferred a studio or at least an easel.
Maybe there was no inspiration here at his apartment. That thought made Jun's heart tighten.
He loved Ohno. And although he was always so sure that Ohno loved him, too, sometimes the whole situation just felt hopeless. Knowing how passive Ohno was, thoughts like I just talked him into this relationship or it's just because I'm the first person who jumped at him often entered Jun's mind.
Right now was probably the most insecure he'd ever been, waiting up for an Ohno, who hadn't even bothered to call.
Jun rubbed his face tiredly, trying to smooth away the lines that had formed there, and stood. He stepped forward and picked up the sketch pad off the bottom shelf of the media center. There was an easy way to obtain a hint of whether his worse fears were true or not, that Ohno found him completely uninteresting and was only dating him out of convenience.
Full of dread, Jun straightened and slowly opened the first page of the sketch book. Since he'd never seen Ohno drawing in it, he hadn’t thought about looking in it before now.
His heart stopped as his eyes darted across the drawing on the first page.
It was a picture of him, apparently sleeping. His hair was messily framing his face, and, from the lines going off the side of the page, he was naked. Most likely, from the subtle details of the scene, it had been after they had had sex one night.
The hairstyle that the sleeping sketch of him was sporting was one from several months ago, straight bangs covering his forehead and soft layers brushing his cheeks. He blinked at it, realizing that the sketch had probably been in the book since he'd given it to Ohno.
Before turning the page, he looked over the sketch again, marveling at the accuracy and talent embedded into each of the pencil lines. Ohno was really incredible.
Unable to stop himself, Jun flipped the page and found another sketch of himself, only at a different angle. He had similar hair, only this time it was pushed out of his face, one of his hands resting on his forehead with his head turned. His eyes were closed again and he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
The next one was done in pen and was messier, but the angle was similar to the first: a close up of Jun’s face.
The one after that included a background, the window next to Jun’s bed in his room, and Jun was naked again. A few pages later, his hair had suddenly turned curly (a change he’d made about a month and a half ago) and became even more unkempt than before.
Page after page was filled with sketches of himself, all of them naked and all of them while he had been sleeping. Although some of them were from strange angles (one had included his foot in the foreground) and various proximities (some of them were close ups, some of them included more of his body), each one of them was breathtaking, especially to Jun. Instead of confirming his fears, the sketch book had lightened his heart and proved to him that, in his own way, Ohno still loved him.
A blush spread across his face as he arrived at the last sketch in the book. It was another one of him, of course. Naked, of course. This one, though, depicted him with his hand resting on his stomach and head turned to one side, resting again a pillow. Yes, it was a fully body shot. Penis and all.
Jun’s heart began racing so fast that he thought he might pass out.
This had been from last night.
Jun vividly remembered the scene: Ohno had been particularly vocal, which was rare, and Jun had forced him to go for another round while he had had the chance. By the time they were finished, Jun could barely keep his eyes open and had ended up in a strange position on the bed, even forgetting to cover himself with a blanket. If that wasn’t enough for him to remember, his neck had been stiff this morning when he’d woken up and it had taken half the day and a good massage from his manager before he could forget about that part of the night before.
After turning another page and realizing that there was only one sheet left in the book, which was blank, Jun began thinking to himself. He wanted to keep this. As heartwarming and sexy the thought of Ohno looking back through the sketches and remembering their time together was, Jun wanted to keep the book for himself. It was solid proof of Ohno’s feelings, and besides, he was damn handsome, especially through Ohno’s eyes.
But he’d let his lover fill the last page first.
A warm smile spreading across his face, Jun returned the pad back to its original position, making sure it didn’t look like it had been touched. He once again faced the couch and dreamily took the few steps back to it, then plopped down and snuggled into the arm rest. How incredible that he could feel so good and confident after agonizing over the absence of his boyfriend for so many hours. He’d wait for him to come home and give him a genuine hug and kiss and hold Leader tight. He was looking forward to it now.
Feeling stupid for having a smile plastered to his face with no one there to see it, Jun rested his head lightly on the couch’s arm rest and distractedly watched the variety show that was on now.
Although he tried really hard to keep his eyes open, in his content state it was inevitable that he fell asleep.
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Jun drifted in and out of consciousness. He knew there was something he was waiting for and that he shouldn’t fall asleep, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Every sound that he heard caused him to jolt awake, blinking his eyes, but before even a second had passed and he’d realized that nothing had happened and would be asleep against the couch again immediately.
Finally, during one of his waking moments, he noticed Satoshi standing in the doorway, mechanically pulling the door closed behind him and staring at Jun’s immobile body.
He forced himself to sit up, dazed, as he suddenly remember what he’d been waiting for.
Ohno removed his shoes without a word and had started across the room while Jun blinked several times, trying to regain consciousness.
“Were you waiting up for me?” Ohno asked in a low voice. His expression looked a little anxious, but more than that, Leader seemed startled that Jun hadn’t said anything to him yet.
Any bitter thoughts of don’t I usually wait up or where the hell have you been left Jun’s mind as he caught the sketch book out of the corner of his eye, back in its original place on the media center’s shelf.
“Sorry, it’s my fault, I told Maruyama-kun that I’d-“
Jun smiled sleepily and Ohno didn’t continue his explanation.
“You’re hooome.” He almost fell off the couch in his sleepy stupor as he leaned forward and reached out his arms to wrap around Ohno’s shoulders.
They stood like that for a moment, before Jun remembered that he was supposed to give Leader a kiss, too. Ohno blinked at him several times, looking mildly confused, but allowed Jun to gently press their lips together, even holding the unsteady taller man by the waist.
“I’m tired, should we go to bed?” Jun asked pleasantly, suppressing a yawn, and Ohno blinked at him again, but helped him back towards the bedroom.
Jun collapsed onto the bed, barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to look at Leader, who was rubbing his head, still trying to figure out why Jun wasn’t mad at him.
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THE END
A/N: That's right, there is no more.
Shout out to the lovely yarukizero for this chapter, since I had to fix some of the stuff with the original timeline. She's so nice for putting up with me~
Well, I hope you all enjoyed Step and Go and the Epilogue. It turned out to be longer than I expected, especially the last three parts. As for this chapter, it was nice to write Juntoshi again. Sakuraiba is cute, but I think it's harder for me to do something creative with them. I really liked the Nino/Touma part, though. It turned out more involved than I meant it to be, and I think between me and yarukizero we have the start of a fanbase for the pairing (ne? ne?). By the way, I live for artist!Ohno, just in case that wasn't obvious in this chapter. I simply had to do something with that part of him.
Of course any comments are welcome, be it criticism or squeeing.
For those of you interested, I'll probably be posting a few one shots or short stories hereafter, but I'm working on another chaptered fic, too. It's AU, though, so hopefully it'll still be good. Please look for it! <3