42 - waxrose
I meant to have this up two nights ago, but um. I-i-it grew? (Also, warning: definitely NWS.) This takes place after Part 38.
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The storm comes up suddenly.
Sho is napping on his back under the shade of the peach trees, feeling dozy from the afternoon heat and lunch, lulled into a half-sleep by the sound of Jun's soft breaths, lying on his side on the other half of the blanket. He hadn't noticed the fluffy white clouds that had crowded the light blue afternoon sky were now long and thin and grey, almost obscuring the sun. It took a few raindrops, cold and light on his face for him to startle into wakefulness.
"Jun," Sho says, panicking slightly, because the wind is picking up and he can hear the sky starting to rumble. He shakes Jun's shoulder gently as raindrops begin to patter down more fiercely around them. "Jun, wake up, we have to go."
Jun groans, butting his head kittenishly against Sho's hand. "N'yet," he mutters. "Stop it with the sprinkler, Satoshi, it's a waste of water."
Sho sighs, and starts to quickly gather their supplies. In any case, he was bound to have a very wet and cranky Jun on his hands in no time flat. He might as well let the rain wake him up and get their stuff together so they could get out of there faster.
Predictably enough, Jun joins him just as he's struggling to fold up the big blanket by himself; the rain is now a full downpour and Sho has to slick his bangs out of his eyes to see Jun properly. "Let's hurry!" he shouts over the rumble of thunder, as Jun grabs the other end of the blanket.
There's already lightening spiking on the far horizon as they make a run for the car, already soaked thoroughly.
Jun is really kind of irresistible like this, Sho thinks, breathless and wet, with strands of hair falling in his face and his laugh unsuppressed and high-pitched, excited. He's totally lost his cool façade and is grinning widely, dorky and bright. He looks younger, somehow, more free.
"Your interior is going to get soaked," Jun says, as they jump in quickly, all of the picnic gear shoved safely into the trunk.
"It's fine," Sho says, because really, what else can they do? The rain is starting to pour even harder outside the car and he can already feel himself shivering, goosebumps rising on his arms. "We'd better wait for awhile before trying to go back on the highway. I don't think I can see a foot outside the window with all this rain."
They wait in silence for a few minutes. Sho begins to debate turning on the radio, but Jun finally speaks up.
"I still think it's kind of amazing, all of it," Jun pauses. "I mean, that you picked up Aiba, that he dragged you and Nino both here. I've never seen Satoshi like this. And I'm - well, I'm glad I got to meet you."
"I like it here," Sho says, and he means it. It isn't his home, but there's something else about this town, about the people he's met. Maybe like Nino, he can feel himself sliding into place, but not quite fitting in.
"Thank you," Jun says. He sounds sincere. "For picking him up, for taking care of him. I always worried -" He stops. "Somehow, I feel like it won't be so bad when he leaves again, if he's going to be with you."
Sho can feel his cheeks burning, and he chances a glance sideways at Jun. Jun is staring out of the passenger window. "He's home now, though. He has you guys back, so there's -" He doesn't know how to finish. He doesn't need me anymore.
"He said he'd go with you." It's hard to read Jun's tone and his expression gives away nothing. "When you leave again."
Sho says nothing, feeling a swell of something inside his chest, both sad and infinitely warm at once. He can't say that he hadn't wondered. He doesn't quite know what to feel, even less what to say.
Jun's voice catches a little, sounding uncertain. "He also asked me to come along."
Sho chooses his words carefully. "Will you really come?"
Jun finally turns to meet his gaze. His smile is gentle, but humorless. "Will you really leave?"
*
The storm is still raging when they pull up to Jun's house; Sho had tried to put the heater on, but it was just barely starting to hiss lukewarm air as they arrived. He could feel his wet shirt clinging to equally soaked skin. Jun was shivering in the seat next to him; Sho had given him the sweater he had left in the backseat earlier and Jun had it wrapped around his shoulders, hands tucked into the overlarge sleeves.
There are about five or six different cars blocking the driveway (god only knew that subtlety and Aiba mixed like oil and water, but for a surprise party, Sho thought he might have managed a little better), so there's no chance of them getting into the garage.
"Let's make a run for it," Sho suggests, but there's a tap on the window at almost that same moment, and he turns to see Nino and Ohno standing under a large, yellow, duck-patterned umbrella, waving cheerfully into the passenger window.
Jun eyes them balefully. "I think I almost preferred the highway."
"Did you really need to both come get us?" Sho asks Nino as he they both slide out of the passenger seat and under the dome of the umbrella. "We're not all going to fit under this."
Nino rolls his eyes. "That's why I brought this," he answers, handing over a smaller, rainbow-striped umbrella. "Not that I wouldn't love to save you from the big, scary rainclouds, but Satoshi and I are going puddle-jumping, so I think you can find your own way back to the house."
"Save us some cake," says Ohno, in their strange accent.
"Taka!" Nino scolds, pinching Ohno's butt. "Don't ruin the surprise."
Jun opens the umbrella, watching Ohno and Nino walk hand in hand towards a series of puddles on the roadway with a strange mix of affection and exasperation. Uncomfortably, Sho realizes that he knows exactly how he felt. "Come on, let's get inside."
Sho shakes his head. "You can use the umbrella, it's okay. I'm already soaked."
"Don't be stupid," Jun says sharply. He crowds in closer to Sho, holding the umbrella higher above their heads. Sho winds his arm instinctively around Jun's waist so that they could fit in together. Don't be stupid, Sho thinks to himself fiercely as he feels his pulse speed up a little as Jun slings his free arm around Sho's shoulders so that it isn't crushed between them.
The effect of a few dozen people shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and firing off crackers at you, Sho decides, as Jun unlocks the door, is somewhat less thrilling when you're freezing and tired and dripping on the carpet. A few of those closet in range to Matsjun seem to be suppressing the urge to jump back down into their hiding places again.
Aiba bounds up, a giant newspaper boat hat lopsidedly perched on his head. "Matssun!" He kisses him noisily on both cheeks. "Are you surprised?"
Sho can almost see Jun's inner struggle between rage and exhaustion and affection. "I'm going to take a shower," he says finally, "And so is Sho. And once I am clean and warm and dry, then maybe you can try to surprise me again."
"Okay!" Aiba chirps, unperturbed, and Sho thinks, once again, this is why they fit together. "I'll get you some new clothes. Do you think Sho-chan will fit into your pants? You wear really tight pants."
"He can try," Jun says dryly, and Sho finds himself yanked up the hand over to the hallway that he knows leads to Jun's bathroom.
Sho thinks to himself, sort of hysterically, as Jun closes the bathroom door behind them, that he has been unintentionally spending a lot of time in Jun's bathroom lately.
"Take your clothes off," Jun says, his voice an octave lower than usual. Sho nods, grimacing at the clammy, damp sensation against his skin as he peels his shirt off. His jeans cling to his legs, but he eventually struggles out of them, bundling them into a hopelessly soaked pile on Jun's classy tiled floor.
It's about then he realizes that he is now totally naked, still shivering and Jun won't stop staring at him. As if he can read Sho's mind, Jun gives his head a little shake and starts to pull his own shirt off, the wet fabric clinging to his skin as he slides it off. Sho shivers against a surge of lust as Jun's hands fall to his belt.
"Let me," Sho says, the words out of his mouth before he even knows what he's saying. "I-" He realizes that there's nothing he can possibly add to that to make it sound better, and he swallows. "Please."
Jun's eyes are dark, almost expressionless. His hands fall to his sides and he says nothing, just watching as Sho carefully undoes the clasp of Jun's belt, sliding it back to loosen the jeans. His fingers fumble on the wet roughness of Jun's jeans, slipping over the button of Jun's jeans and Jun's hands cover his.
Sho takes a deep breath, hooking his thumbs into Jun's underwear and sliding it all down over his sharp hipbones, until they're pooled around Jun's ankles, exposing long, strong legs that trace back up to slender, muscular calves and a narrow waist. Jun is half-hard, his cock dark and erect. Sho stands up again so he's at eye level. There's a charge in the air like an electric storm; and the slide of Jun's palm, hot against the clammy skin of Sho's chest is like the first strike of lightning.
They step closer into each other, it's impossible to tell who moves first. Jun's lips are warm, Sho thinks, and he's unexpectedly gentle, not messy and excited like Aiba or sharp and overwhelming like Nino, or even slow and melting like Ohno. Sho kisses back, short kisses, sweet ones. Jun's lips are full and soft and it feels like they could keep kissing forever now that they've started. The mood is so soft, suddenly, so fragile, a lightly snapping tension. The kisses are soft, almost chaste, but Jun's nails are digging into his back and he's already rocking lightly against Sho's thigh. Sho experimentally slides his tongue against Jun's lower lip, swallowing Jun's moan.
Jun breaks away, pushing Sho towards the shower. He's breathing heavily, and there's something so attractive about Jun like this, that he's so serious and intense. Sho can feel his heart pounding and he leans back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Jun steps in with him and Sho reaches out to trace his fingers down the sleek curve of Jun's spine as he turns on the taps; the look Jun gives him over his shoulder makes him shiver.
The heat of the water is a sudden shock, like drops of fire against his chilled skin. Sho gasps, reeling back into his sense as Jun presses closer, nipping at his neck, using his hands to pin Sho's hips against the tiled wall.
"Jun," Sho groans, as Jun's cock brushes against his. They thrust against each other, slowly at first, building into a hard, desperate rhythm, rubbing against each other as the kisses grow longer.
Jun slides one of his hands down over the full curve of Sho's ass, teasing at the puckered ring of skin surrounding his entrance before crooking a finger and pushing it abruptly inside him. Sho swears and bites down on Jun's shoulder, arching back into Jun's hand. He feels hot all over, and he isn't going to last much longer, he can feel Jun's rhythm start to stutter as well.
Sho hears bathroom door creaks open suddenly and they both freeze, pressed against each other.
There's a second's pause before Aiba pokes his head around the edge of the curtain, smile impossibly wide. "Busy?" he asks.
"Masaki," Jun manages to sound both relieved and murderous at the same time. "I am going to drown you."
Aiba's grin crinkles the corners of his eyes. "Sounds like fun, Jun-chan! Just let me take off my shirt first though, okay?" He disappears from around the curtain and Sho stays still under Jun, watching Aiba's silhouette through the curtain as he strips his shirt off, lean body stretching as he raises his arms over his head.
The graceful image is somehow broken as he trips a few feet while trying to take his pants off, and Jun chuckles, hiding his face in Sho's shoulder. "He is such an idiot."
"I know," Sho says, because he can hear the affection and heat behind Jun's words and he feels it too.
"Hey, are you guys starting again without me?" Aiba calls. "I had to get Nino to come back in and show Auntie Rie-chan his magic handcuffs trick so she wouldn't come to check on you, you know."
"Auntie -?" Sho begins to ask, but Jun shakes his head.
"Please don't ask. This one," Jun jabs his thumb as Aiba climbs carefully into the shower again, finally naked. "Is doing a good enough job killing the mood by himself."
"I'm not killing the mood," Aiba protests. He leans back against the opposite wall. "I'm just watching." His smile is sly and his eyes lock with Sho's over Jun's shoulder, one hand skimming over his chest, light over the dusky peaks of his nipples. "You don't mind, right?"
"I'm used to putting up with you," Jun says indifferently, but his fingers tighten on Sho's ass as Aiba's hand moves lower, toying with his balls before pulling slowly on his cock.
Sho is so close, and the sight of Aiba with his hands all over his body, touching himself, eyes dark and smiling, is almost enough to put him over the edge. He moans as Jun starts rocking against him again, sliding a hand roughly around his neck to pull him into a fierce kiss.
"Mmm, isn't Sho's mouth amazing, Matsujun?" Aiba's voice is breathless, full of laughter. "His lips are so soft and hot and when he's really wound up, he'll do that thing where he sucks on your tongue - like that," he adds, as Jun stifles a groan, his hands gripping Sho's hips almost painfully.
"Masaki," Jun growls between kisses, but Sho isn't sure if he means stop talking or get over here. Aiba just smiles again, eyes still fixed on them as he slowly jerks himself.
"Jun is so close." Aiba's voice is soft, but demanding. "You can feel it, can't you, Sho-chan? He's getting impatient." He moves closer in behind them, reaching between their bodies to thumb the head of Jun's cock. Jun exhales in a low breath and Aiba chuckles, brushing his thumb over Sho's swollen lower lip. Sho sucks on Aiba's finger obediently, tasting the not-unpleasantly salty tang of Jun on his skin.
"He's so wet and so hard - you can taste him, right, Sho-chan? Do you want to taste him again?" Aiba drags his finger slowly back over Sho's lips as he withdraws them, leaving no mistake to his meaning.
"I've never -" Sho feels a flutter of panic is his stomach.
"You don't have to -" Jun's words are cut off by a moan as Aiba slides in between them, kissing Sho deeply and grinding briefly back into Jun.
"You should practice, Sho-chan." Aiba's words are playful, dark with hidden meaning. "Matsujun gets mad if things aren't done properly."
"I don't-" Sho begins, but Aiba's hand is heavy on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees. Aiba strokes his own cock once, twice, before curling a hand around the back of Sho's head, guiding him closer.
"Just relax," Jun murmurs, as Sho instinctively digs his fingers into Aiba's hips, resting his cheek against the heat of Aiba's thigh, grounding himself. He turns his head slightly to see Jun watching him, leaning back against the wall, sliding a fist loosely up and down his own cock.
Sho can feel his cheeks burning, and he takes a deep breath, feeling his legs shake underneath him as he tentatively licks a stripe up the underside of Aiba's cock, rubbing his lips over the head.
Aiba's moan is a deep-throated rumble, and Sho can feel his fingers tighten in his hair. "That's it, Sho-chan, just like that - ah-" Aiba sucks in a breath as Sho slides his mouth around him completely, careful not to scrape him with his teeth. "Ah, Jun, he's really good."
"You're too noisy," Jun says, but his voice sounds more strained than sarcastic.
It feels weird, somehow, his mouth angled wide open, the solid heat and thin skin of Aiba's cock sliding past his lips, getting wetter and harder, his nose brushing against the dark, musky-smelling curls at the base of Aiba's cock as he tries to take him in deeper. Aiba's fingers were still stroking through his hair, his words becoming half-coherent grunts as his movements became more frantic.
Sho can feel Jun's heated gaze on him and the thought made him shiver as Aiba gave a broken cry and comes in Sho's mouth, a sudden spurt of heat against the back of Sho's throat. Sho coughs, letting Aiba's cock sliding out of his mouth.
"You're so selfish," Jun scolds Aiba, slapping him on the back of the head roughly as Sho pulls himself back into a standing position, his knees protesting. "You could have at least warned him."
"Sorry," Aiba says, looking slightly abashed. He kisses Sho's cheek in apology and Sho turns his head so that Aiba kisses his mouth instead, sweet and lingering. Sho holds onto him, anchoring himself against the warm familiarity of Aiba's kisses. Jun kisses his neck and Sho leans back into him, breaking away from Aiba enough to turn his head and kiss Jun, too, harder, more wanting.
"Do you want me to -?" Sho clears his throat, not knowing how to ask. He licks his lips and Jun's eyes follow the motion. He can feel his ears turning red, but he can also feel the heat of Jun's cock against his thigh, and for once, Sho finds that he doesn't care about words. Jun's eyes flash and he surges forward and flips Sho back against the wall he had just been leaning against, pinning him there.
Sho barely registers the dull ache in his back from impact that he knows he's going to feel tomorrow because Jun is grinding against him desperately, and oh, sucking on his collarbones and placing tiny, biting kisses on his shoulders. Sho grabs onto Jun's hips and pulls him harder against him, groaning at the friction as their cocks slide against each other.
Aiba slides in behind Jun, hands winding around Jun's waist to stroke at their cocks, wrapping his hand around them together. He kisses the back of Jun's neck tenderly, and smiles at Sho, warm and bright.
"You both look so hot like this," he whispers, lips moving against Jun's ear, but eyes fixed on Sho. "Like this. I'm so glad, Sho-chan." It doesn't exactly make sense, but it doesn't really matter.
Sho groans and Aiba leans forward to kiss him. It's messy and hard and all tongue, but Sho is so close that he doesn't care. He can feel the ripple of Aiba's body rocking against Jun, pushing him back into Sho, he can feel Aiba's large, strong fingers sliding over the oversensitized skin of his cock, dragging teasingly slow.
"Come on," Jun breathes against Sho's lips, his hips snapping up to meet Sho's thrusts, Aiba's hand. His hand fumbles between them, joining Aiba's and Sho comes helplessly, thrusting desperately into their fingers, He leans back against the wall, gathering his breath while Aiba finishes Jun off, long delicate hands brushing over his nipples and chest while he jerks him off.
"I think," Aiba murmurs a few minutes later, when they're all still leaning heavily against each other under the considerably colder shower spray. "I think you're missing your own birthday party, Jun-chan."
"Mmm." Jun's head is heavy on Sho's shoulder, and Sho stays still, enjoying the press of Jun's solid frame against him, limbs liquid, no barriers or distance. Aiba winks at Sho and lifts Jun off of him, coaxing him out of the shower while Sho turns off the taps, feeling goosebumps rising on his arms.
They all towel off silently in the small space of Jun's bathroom, and Jun sighs when a loud crash sounds from outside the door and further down the hall. "Do I have to?"
Aiba giggles. "Of course you have to. I even made you a surprise cake! It almost exploded in the oven," he adds, "But Nino saved it."
Sho scrubs the towel over his hair, feeling suddenly awkward again. The idea of leave to melt silently into a room full of strangers, another reminder of just how much he wasn't a piece of this puzzle of a town didn't really appeal to him.
"It's okay," Aiba says, unconcerned. "We always have later."
Jun doesn't say anything and Sho bites at his lip, feeling the warm edges of the moment peel back, the noises of the outside storm seeping into the silence.
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The storm comes up suddenly.
Sho is napping on his back under the shade of the peach trees, feeling dozy from the afternoon heat and lunch, lulled into a half-sleep by the sound of Jun's soft breaths, lying on his side on the other half of the blanket. He hadn't noticed the fluffy white clouds that had crowded the light blue afternoon sky were now long and thin and grey, almost obscuring the sun. It took a few raindrops, cold and light on his face for him to startle into wakefulness.
"Jun," Sho says, panicking slightly, because the wind is picking up and he can hear the sky starting to rumble. He shakes Jun's shoulder gently as raindrops begin to patter down more fiercely around them. "Jun, wake up, we have to go."
Jun groans, butting his head kittenishly against Sho's hand. "N'yet," he mutters. "Stop it with the sprinkler, Satoshi, it's a waste of water."
Sho sighs, and starts to quickly gather their supplies. In any case, he was bound to have a very wet and cranky Jun on his hands in no time flat. He might as well let the rain wake him up and get their stuff together so they could get out of there faster.
Predictably enough, Jun joins him just as he's struggling to fold up the big blanket by himself; the rain is now a full downpour and Sho has to slick his bangs out of his eyes to see Jun properly. "Let's hurry!" he shouts over the rumble of thunder, as Jun grabs the other end of the blanket.
There's already lightening spiking on the far horizon as they make a run for the car, already soaked thoroughly.
Jun is really kind of irresistible like this, Sho thinks, breathless and wet, with strands of hair falling in his face and his laugh unsuppressed and high-pitched, excited. He's totally lost his cool façade and is grinning widely, dorky and bright. He looks younger, somehow, more free.
"Your interior is going to get soaked," Jun says, as they jump in quickly, all of the picnic gear shoved safely into the trunk.
"It's fine," Sho says, because really, what else can they do? The rain is starting to pour even harder outside the car and he can already feel himself shivering, goosebumps rising on his arms. "We'd better wait for awhile before trying to go back on the highway. I don't think I can see a foot outside the window with all this rain."
They wait in silence for a few minutes. Sho begins to debate turning on the radio, but Jun finally speaks up.
"I still think it's kind of amazing, all of it," Jun pauses. "I mean, that you picked up Aiba, that he dragged you and Nino both here. I've never seen Satoshi like this. And I'm - well, I'm glad I got to meet you."
"I like it here," Sho says, and he means it. It isn't his home, but there's something else about this town, about the people he's met. Maybe like Nino, he can feel himself sliding into place, but not quite fitting in.
"Thank you," Jun says. He sounds sincere. "For picking him up, for taking care of him. I always worried -" He stops. "Somehow, I feel like it won't be so bad when he leaves again, if he's going to be with you."
Sho can feel his cheeks burning, and he chances a glance sideways at Jun. Jun is staring out of the passenger window. "He's home now, though. He has you guys back, so there's -" He doesn't know how to finish. He doesn't need me anymore.
"He said he'd go with you." It's hard to read Jun's tone and his expression gives away nothing. "When you leave again."
Sho says nothing, feeling a swell of something inside his chest, both sad and infinitely warm at once. He can't say that he hadn't wondered. He doesn't quite know what to feel, even less what to say.
Jun's voice catches a little, sounding uncertain. "He also asked me to come along."
Sho chooses his words carefully. "Will you really come?"
Jun finally turns to meet his gaze. His smile is gentle, but humorless. "Will you really leave?"
*
The storm is still raging when they pull up to Jun's house; Sho had tried to put the heater on, but it was just barely starting to hiss lukewarm air as they arrived. He could feel his wet shirt clinging to equally soaked skin. Jun was shivering in the seat next to him; Sho had given him the sweater he had left in the backseat earlier and Jun had it wrapped around his shoulders, hands tucked into the overlarge sleeves.
There are about five or six different cars blocking the driveway (god only knew that subtlety and Aiba mixed like oil and water, but for a surprise party, Sho thought he might have managed a little better), so there's no chance of them getting into the garage.
"Let's make a run for it," Sho suggests, but there's a tap on the window at almost that same moment, and he turns to see Nino and Ohno standing under a large, yellow, duck-patterned umbrella, waving cheerfully into the passenger window.
Jun eyes them balefully. "I think I almost preferred the highway."
"Did you really need to both come get us?" Sho asks Nino as he they both slide out of the passenger seat and under the dome of the umbrella. "We're not all going to fit under this."
Nino rolls his eyes. "That's why I brought this," he answers, handing over a smaller, rainbow-striped umbrella. "Not that I wouldn't love to save you from the big, scary rainclouds, but Satoshi and I are going puddle-jumping, so I think you can find your own way back to the house."
"Save us some cake," says Ohno, in their strange accent.
"Taka!" Nino scolds, pinching Ohno's butt. "Don't ruin the surprise."
Jun opens the umbrella, watching Ohno and Nino walk hand in hand towards a series of puddles on the roadway with a strange mix of affection and exasperation. Uncomfortably, Sho realizes that he knows exactly how he felt. "Come on, let's get inside."
Sho shakes his head. "You can use the umbrella, it's okay. I'm already soaked."
"Don't be stupid," Jun says sharply. He crowds in closer to Sho, holding the umbrella higher above their heads. Sho winds his arm instinctively around Jun's waist so that they could fit in together. Don't be stupid, Sho thinks to himself fiercely as he feels his pulse speed up a little as Jun slings his free arm around Sho's shoulders so that it isn't crushed between them.
The effect of a few dozen people shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and firing off crackers at you, Sho decides, as Jun unlocks the door, is somewhat less thrilling when you're freezing and tired and dripping on the carpet. A few of those closet in range to Matsjun seem to be suppressing the urge to jump back down into their hiding places again.
Aiba bounds up, a giant newspaper boat hat lopsidedly perched on his head. "Matssun!" He kisses him noisily on both cheeks. "Are you surprised?"
Sho can almost see Jun's inner struggle between rage and exhaustion and affection. "I'm going to take a shower," he says finally, "And so is Sho. And once I am clean and warm and dry, then maybe you can try to surprise me again."
"Okay!" Aiba chirps, unperturbed, and Sho thinks, once again, this is why they fit together. "I'll get you some new clothes. Do you think Sho-chan will fit into your pants? You wear really tight pants."
"He can try," Jun says dryly, and Sho finds himself yanked up the hand over to the hallway that he knows leads to Jun's bathroom.
Sho thinks to himself, sort of hysterically, as Jun closes the bathroom door behind them, that he has been unintentionally spending a lot of time in Jun's bathroom lately.
"Take your clothes off," Jun says, his voice an octave lower than usual. Sho nods, grimacing at the clammy, damp sensation against his skin as he peels his shirt off. His jeans cling to his legs, but he eventually struggles out of them, bundling them into a hopelessly soaked pile on Jun's classy tiled floor.
It's about then he realizes that he is now totally naked, still shivering and Jun won't stop staring at him. As if he can read Sho's mind, Jun gives his head a little shake and starts to pull his own shirt off, the wet fabric clinging to his skin as he slides it off. Sho shivers against a surge of lust as Jun's hands fall to his belt.
"Let me," Sho says, the words out of his mouth before he even knows what he's saying. "I-" He realizes that there's nothing he can possibly add to that to make it sound better, and he swallows. "Please."
Jun's eyes are dark, almost expressionless. His hands fall to his sides and he says nothing, just watching as Sho carefully undoes the clasp of Jun's belt, sliding it back to loosen the jeans. His fingers fumble on the wet roughness of Jun's jeans, slipping over the button of Jun's jeans and Jun's hands cover his.
Sho takes a deep breath, hooking his thumbs into Jun's underwear and sliding it all down over his sharp hipbones, until they're pooled around Jun's ankles, exposing long, strong legs that trace back up to slender, muscular calves and a narrow waist. Jun is half-hard, his cock dark and erect. Sho stands up again so he's at eye level. There's a charge in the air like an electric storm; and the slide of Jun's palm, hot against the clammy skin of Sho's chest is like the first strike of lightning.
They step closer into each other, it's impossible to tell who moves first. Jun's lips are warm, Sho thinks, and he's unexpectedly gentle, not messy and excited like Aiba or sharp and overwhelming like Nino, or even slow and melting like Ohno. Sho kisses back, short kisses, sweet ones. Jun's lips are full and soft and it feels like they could keep kissing forever now that they've started. The mood is so soft, suddenly, so fragile, a lightly snapping tension. The kisses are soft, almost chaste, but Jun's nails are digging into his back and he's already rocking lightly against Sho's thigh. Sho experimentally slides his tongue against Jun's lower lip, swallowing Jun's moan.
Jun breaks away, pushing Sho towards the shower. He's breathing heavily, and there's something so attractive about Jun like this, that he's so serious and intense. Sho can feel his heart pounding and he leans back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Jun steps in with him and Sho reaches out to trace his fingers down the sleek curve of Jun's spine as he turns on the taps; the look Jun gives him over his shoulder makes him shiver.
The heat of the water is a sudden shock, like drops of fire against his chilled skin. Sho gasps, reeling back into his sense as Jun presses closer, nipping at his neck, using his hands to pin Sho's hips against the tiled wall.
"Jun," Sho groans, as Jun's cock brushes against his. They thrust against each other, slowly at first, building into a hard, desperate rhythm, rubbing against each other as the kisses grow longer.
Jun slides one of his hands down over the full curve of Sho's ass, teasing at the puckered ring of skin surrounding his entrance before crooking a finger and pushing it abruptly inside him. Sho swears and bites down on Jun's shoulder, arching back into Jun's hand. He feels hot all over, and he isn't going to last much longer, he can feel Jun's rhythm start to stutter as well.
Sho hears bathroom door creaks open suddenly and they both freeze, pressed against each other.
There's a second's pause before Aiba pokes his head around the edge of the curtain, smile impossibly wide. "Busy?" he asks.
"Masaki," Jun manages to sound both relieved and murderous at the same time. "I am going to drown you."
Aiba's grin crinkles the corners of his eyes. "Sounds like fun, Jun-chan! Just let me take off my shirt first though, okay?" He disappears from around the curtain and Sho stays still under Jun, watching Aiba's silhouette through the curtain as he strips his shirt off, lean body stretching as he raises his arms over his head.
The graceful image is somehow broken as he trips a few feet while trying to take his pants off, and Jun chuckles, hiding his face in Sho's shoulder. "He is such an idiot."
"I know," Sho says, because he can hear the affection and heat behind Jun's words and he feels it too.
"Hey, are you guys starting again without me?" Aiba calls. "I had to get Nino to come back in and show Auntie Rie-chan his magic handcuffs trick so she wouldn't come to check on you, you know."
"Auntie -?" Sho begins to ask, but Jun shakes his head.
"Please don't ask. This one," Jun jabs his thumb as Aiba climbs carefully into the shower again, finally naked. "Is doing a good enough job killing the mood by himself."
"I'm not killing the mood," Aiba protests. He leans back against the opposite wall. "I'm just watching." His smile is sly and his eyes lock with Sho's over Jun's shoulder, one hand skimming over his chest, light over the dusky peaks of his nipples. "You don't mind, right?"
"I'm used to putting up with you," Jun says indifferently, but his fingers tighten on Sho's ass as Aiba's hand moves lower, toying with his balls before pulling slowly on his cock.
Sho is so close, and the sight of Aiba with his hands all over his body, touching himself, eyes dark and smiling, is almost enough to put him over the edge. He moans as Jun starts rocking against him again, sliding a hand roughly around his neck to pull him into a fierce kiss.
"Mmm, isn't Sho's mouth amazing, Matsujun?" Aiba's voice is breathless, full of laughter. "His lips are so soft and hot and when he's really wound up, he'll do that thing where he sucks on your tongue - like that," he adds, as Jun stifles a groan, his hands gripping Sho's hips almost painfully.
"Masaki," Jun growls between kisses, but Sho isn't sure if he means stop talking or get over here. Aiba just smiles again, eyes still fixed on them as he slowly jerks himself.
"Jun is so close." Aiba's voice is soft, but demanding. "You can feel it, can't you, Sho-chan? He's getting impatient." He moves closer in behind them, reaching between their bodies to thumb the head of Jun's cock. Jun exhales in a low breath and Aiba chuckles, brushing his thumb over Sho's swollen lower lip. Sho sucks on Aiba's finger obediently, tasting the not-unpleasantly salty tang of Jun on his skin.
"He's so wet and so hard - you can taste him, right, Sho-chan? Do you want to taste him again?" Aiba drags his finger slowly back over Sho's lips as he withdraws them, leaving no mistake to his meaning.
"I've never -" Sho feels a flutter of panic is his stomach.
"You don't have to -" Jun's words are cut off by a moan as Aiba slides in between them, kissing Sho deeply and grinding briefly back into Jun.
"You should practice, Sho-chan." Aiba's words are playful, dark with hidden meaning. "Matsujun gets mad if things aren't done properly."
"I don't-" Sho begins, but Aiba's hand is heavy on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees. Aiba strokes his own cock once, twice, before curling a hand around the back of Sho's head, guiding him closer.
"Just relax," Jun murmurs, as Sho instinctively digs his fingers into Aiba's hips, resting his cheek against the heat of Aiba's thigh, grounding himself. He turns his head slightly to see Jun watching him, leaning back against the wall, sliding a fist loosely up and down his own cock.
Sho can feel his cheeks burning, and he takes a deep breath, feeling his legs shake underneath him as he tentatively licks a stripe up the underside of Aiba's cock, rubbing his lips over the head.
Aiba's moan is a deep-throated rumble, and Sho can feel his fingers tighten in his hair. "That's it, Sho-chan, just like that - ah-" Aiba sucks in a breath as Sho slides his mouth around him completely, careful not to scrape him with his teeth. "Ah, Jun, he's really good."
"You're too noisy," Jun says, but his voice sounds more strained than sarcastic.
It feels weird, somehow, his mouth angled wide open, the solid heat and thin skin of Aiba's cock sliding past his lips, getting wetter and harder, his nose brushing against the dark, musky-smelling curls at the base of Aiba's cock as he tries to take him in deeper. Aiba's fingers were still stroking through his hair, his words becoming half-coherent grunts as his movements became more frantic.
Sho can feel Jun's heated gaze on him and the thought made him shiver as Aiba gave a broken cry and comes in Sho's mouth, a sudden spurt of heat against the back of Sho's throat. Sho coughs, letting Aiba's cock sliding out of his mouth.
"You're so selfish," Jun scolds Aiba, slapping him on the back of the head roughly as Sho pulls himself back into a standing position, his knees protesting. "You could have at least warned him."
"Sorry," Aiba says, looking slightly abashed. He kisses Sho's cheek in apology and Sho turns his head so that Aiba kisses his mouth instead, sweet and lingering. Sho holds onto him, anchoring himself against the warm familiarity of Aiba's kisses. Jun kisses his neck and Sho leans back into him, breaking away from Aiba enough to turn his head and kiss Jun, too, harder, more wanting.
"Do you want me to -?" Sho clears his throat, not knowing how to ask. He licks his lips and Jun's eyes follow the motion. He can feel his ears turning red, but he can also feel the heat of Jun's cock against his thigh, and for once, Sho finds that he doesn't care about words. Jun's eyes flash and he surges forward and flips Sho back against the wall he had just been leaning against, pinning him there.
Sho barely registers the dull ache in his back from impact that he knows he's going to feel tomorrow because Jun is grinding against him desperately, and oh, sucking on his collarbones and placing tiny, biting kisses on his shoulders. Sho grabs onto Jun's hips and pulls him harder against him, groaning at the friction as their cocks slide against each other.
Aiba slides in behind Jun, hands winding around Jun's waist to stroke at their cocks, wrapping his hand around them together. He kisses the back of Jun's neck tenderly, and smiles at Sho, warm and bright.
"You both look so hot like this," he whispers, lips moving against Jun's ear, but eyes fixed on Sho. "Like this. I'm so glad, Sho-chan." It doesn't exactly make sense, but it doesn't really matter.
Sho groans and Aiba leans forward to kiss him. It's messy and hard and all tongue, but Sho is so close that he doesn't care. He can feel the ripple of Aiba's body rocking against Jun, pushing him back into Sho, he can feel Aiba's large, strong fingers sliding over the oversensitized skin of his cock, dragging teasingly slow.
"Come on," Jun breathes against Sho's lips, his hips snapping up to meet Sho's thrusts, Aiba's hand. His hand fumbles between them, joining Aiba's and Sho comes helplessly, thrusting desperately into their fingers, He leans back against the wall, gathering his breath while Aiba finishes Jun off, long delicate hands brushing over his nipples and chest while he jerks him off.
"I think," Aiba murmurs a few minutes later, when they're all still leaning heavily against each other under the considerably colder shower spray. "I think you're missing your own birthday party, Jun-chan."
"Mmm." Jun's head is heavy on Sho's shoulder, and Sho stays still, enjoying the press of Jun's solid frame against him, limbs liquid, no barriers or distance. Aiba winks at Sho and lifts Jun off of him, coaxing him out of the shower while Sho turns off the taps, feeling goosebumps rising on his arms.
They all towel off silently in the small space of Jun's bathroom, and Jun sighs when a loud crash sounds from outside the door and further down the hall. "Do I have to?"
Aiba giggles. "Of course you have to. I even made you a surprise cake! It almost exploded in the oven," he adds, "But Nino saved it."
Sho scrubs the towel over his hair, feeling suddenly awkward again. The idea of leave to melt silently into a room full of strangers, another reminder of just how much he wasn't a piece of this puzzle of a town didn't really appeal to him.
"It's okay," Aiba says, unconcerned. "We always have later."
Jun doesn't say anything and Sho bites at his lip, feeling the warm edges of the moment peel back, the noises of the outside storm seeping into the silence.