In Search of Ink
Title: In Search of Ink
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sho/Jun (but let's be honest - Sho/Everyone)
Summary: “Let’s save that one for Sho’s number one fan.”
Notes/Warnings: An End of 2009 Request from cris_kanaschiro who requested Sho/Jun and mentioned tattoos.
Jun spit his drink out when Leader asked him if he’d seen Sho’s tattoo.
Ohno looked depressed. “He won’t show it to me either. I wonder if it’s something embarrassing?”
Since when had Sho had a tattoo? It was completely against the rules, although Jun supposed if it was something small, he wouldn’t get in trouble. He’d had to take his earring out once he started working for Zero, and the hole there had closed up. Why on earth would Sho get a tattoo?
“Nino’s been bombarding him,” Ohno continued, looking through a script. “Surprised you didn’t notice.”
So that’s why Nino had been poking at Sho’s clothes every time they sat together. Jun just assumed it was Nino being Nino, lifting up Sho’s sleeves, prodding the pockets of Sho’s jeans. Sho smacked him away as usual, so Jun hadn’t thought that Nino had actually been trying to pinpoint the tattoo’s location.
Well. Jun would do Nino one better.
“You won’t find it,” Leader assured him. “It’s not on his ass.”
Jun didn’t want to know how Ohno knew that.
--
So he took up the challenge. He met Nino’s eyes in their dressing room now, the two of them eyeing Sho up and down as he stripped out of his t-shirt and khakis, oblivious.
“Ankle?” Nino mouthed, and Jun couldn’t tell. Sho was wearing socks. He shook his head. Instead Nino lifted his arms, lowering them as if to indicate that Jun should try to pull down Sho’s boxers.
“Are you crazy?” he mouthed back.
Nino just smiled. Jun held out his fist - they’d janken for it. They went two rounds before Jun lost (or did he really win?) He turned to grab at his bandmate, only to discover that Sho had been watching the both of them.
“What the hell are you two doing?”
Jun was still standing there, hands out, fingers ready to pinch fabric. He blinked a few times, unable to speak.
“Jun-kun was going to take your shorts off,” Nino said bluntly. “He likes you.”
And before Jun could fling something across the room, Nino was gone and Sho looked embarrassed.
“I…need something to…left something in my…” he started mumbling, reddening as he fled the room to beat Ninomiya into a fine paste. Sho only sighed, pulling on his clothes for filming.
--
“Well, it’s not on his knees,” Aiba declared, putting another piece of meat on the grill between them.
“And you were looking at Sho’s knees…why?” Jun asked, waiting to sip his drink until after Aiba had answered.
But Aiba said nothing, only smiling as he plucked the grilled beef with his chopsticks and shoved it in his mouth.
Nino then stole the piece of meat Jun had added to the grill, eating it with a blissful expression. “Hey!” Jun protested.
“It’s not on his tongue. Pretty sure of that,” Nino declared, wicked glint in his eye.
Had everyone gotten a turn? Was he the only one who hadn’t? Apparently, Sho had let the whole ‘I have a tattoo’ thing slip while out drinking with Leader, and the knowledge had slowly trickled down through the group.
Aiba nodded in commiseration with Nino. “Yeah. No tongue, not on his lip either.”
“You check behind his ear?” Nino asked, and Jun shoved a ton of rice in his mouth. He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.
“Of course I did,” Aiba said. “Nothing.”
“Sneaky bastard.”
“I haven’t checked his penis yet,” Aiba mentioned, noisy enough to turn heads in the restaurant. Jun sank down in the booth, miserable, as Nino patted his shoulder.
“Let’s save that one for Sho’s number one fan.”
Aiba looked a bit disappointed, but he was supportive. “So long as he pays for dinner.”
Jun had out his wallet in seconds. Nino and Aiba just laughed.
--
Okay, so this was probably rude. It was intrusive and rude.
But Sho would never suspect him to do something like this. The shower was going, and even though there was another stall he could use, he had to know once and for all where this damn tattoo was.
He stripped down out of his encore clothes and tugged the door open.
“Masaki!” Sho squealed, obviously out of habit, as Jun slammed the stall door closed behind him. He turned, hair all soaped up, and his eyes widened. “Wait…Jun?”
The warm water that wasn’t hitting Sho’s body was hitting him, and he stepped forward. “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?”
He grabbed Sho by his water-slickened sloping shoulders. “Your tattoo! Where’s your tattoo?”
Shampoo was running down the side of Sho’s face as he smiled. “I don’t have a tattoo.”
Jun tightened his grip. “Leader says it’s not on your ass and Nino says it’s not on your tongue or in your mouth or behind your ear and Aiba was talking about your knees and…”
“Jun.”
“…and how come I was the last to know, huh?” He shook the older man roughly. “Where is it? I had to pay for a 10,000 yen dinner, so where’s the damn tattoo?”
Sho shoved him off. “You’re such a moron. There. Is. No. Tattoo.”
“Pardon?”
Sho got closer. “I just wanted to see if you’d come check.”
“But Leader…”
Sho got closer. “So?”
“Nino? And Aiba too?”
How was Sho this close? “Is that a problem?”
“Yes. No. I mean…”
“Tell them you found it,” Sho said, until Jun was pressed against the steamed up shower glass.
Jun would have thought of what Nino’s face would look like, what Aiba’s would look like, Ohno’s too. He would have, but he had better things to do.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sho/Jun (but let's be honest - Sho/Everyone)
Summary: “Let’s save that one for Sho’s number one fan.”
Notes/Warnings: An End of 2009 Request from cris_kanaschiro who requested Sho/Jun and mentioned tattoos.
Jun spit his drink out when Leader asked him if he’d seen Sho’s tattoo.
Ohno looked depressed. “He won’t show it to me either. I wonder if it’s something embarrassing?”
Since when had Sho had a tattoo? It was completely against the rules, although Jun supposed if it was something small, he wouldn’t get in trouble. He’d had to take his earring out once he started working for Zero, and the hole there had closed up. Why on earth would Sho get a tattoo?
“Nino’s been bombarding him,” Ohno continued, looking through a script. “Surprised you didn’t notice.”
So that’s why Nino had been poking at Sho’s clothes every time they sat together. Jun just assumed it was Nino being Nino, lifting up Sho’s sleeves, prodding the pockets of Sho’s jeans. Sho smacked him away as usual, so Jun hadn’t thought that Nino had actually been trying to pinpoint the tattoo’s location.
Well. Jun would do Nino one better.
“You won’t find it,” Leader assured him. “It’s not on his ass.”
Jun didn’t want to know how Ohno knew that.
--
So he took up the challenge. He met Nino’s eyes in their dressing room now, the two of them eyeing Sho up and down as he stripped out of his t-shirt and khakis, oblivious.
“Ankle?” Nino mouthed, and Jun couldn’t tell. Sho was wearing socks. He shook his head. Instead Nino lifted his arms, lowering them as if to indicate that Jun should try to pull down Sho’s boxers.
“Are you crazy?” he mouthed back.
Nino just smiled. Jun held out his fist - they’d janken for it. They went two rounds before Jun lost (or did he really win?) He turned to grab at his bandmate, only to discover that Sho had been watching the both of them.
“What the hell are you two doing?”
Jun was still standing there, hands out, fingers ready to pinch fabric. He blinked a few times, unable to speak.
“Jun-kun was going to take your shorts off,” Nino said bluntly. “He likes you.”
And before Jun could fling something across the room, Nino was gone and Sho looked embarrassed.
“I…need something to…left something in my…” he started mumbling, reddening as he fled the room to beat Ninomiya into a fine paste. Sho only sighed, pulling on his clothes for filming.
--
“Well, it’s not on his knees,” Aiba declared, putting another piece of meat on the grill between them.
“And you were looking at Sho’s knees…why?” Jun asked, waiting to sip his drink until after Aiba had answered.
But Aiba said nothing, only smiling as he plucked the grilled beef with his chopsticks and shoved it in his mouth.
Nino then stole the piece of meat Jun had added to the grill, eating it with a blissful expression. “Hey!” Jun protested.
“It’s not on his tongue. Pretty sure of that,” Nino declared, wicked glint in his eye.
Had everyone gotten a turn? Was he the only one who hadn’t? Apparently, Sho had let the whole ‘I have a tattoo’ thing slip while out drinking with Leader, and the knowledge had slowly trickled down through the group.
Aiba nodded in commiseration with Nino. “Yeah. No tongue, not on his lip either.”
“You check behind his ear?” Nino asked, and Jun shoved a ton of rice in his mouth. He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.
“Of course I did,” Aiba said. “Nothing.”
“Sneaky bastard.”
“I haven’t checked his penis yet,” Aiba mentioned, noisy enough to turn heads in the restaurant. Jun sank down in the booth, miserable, as Nino patted his shoulder.
“Let’s save that one for Sho’s number one fan.”
Aiba looked a bit disappointed, but he was supportive. “So long as he pays for dinner.”
Jun had out his wallet in seconds. Nino and Aiba just laughed.
--
Okay, so this was probably rude. It was intrusive and rude.
But Sho would never suspect him to do something like this. The shower was going, and even though there was another stall he could use, he had to know once and for all where this damn tattoo was.
He stripped down out of his encore clothes and tugged the door open.
“Masaki!” Sho squealed, obviously out of habit, as Jun slammed the stall door closed behind him. He turned, hair all soaped up, and his eyes widened. “Wait…Jun?”
The warm water that wasn’t hitting Sho’s body was hitting him, and he stepped forward. “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?”
He grabbed Sho by his water-slickened sloping shoulders. “Your tattoo! Where’s your tattoo?”
Shampoo was running down the side of Sho’s face as he smiled. “I don’t have a tattoo.”
Jun tightened his grip. “Leader says it’s not on your ass and Nino says it’s not on your tongue or in your mouth or behind your ear and Aiba was talking about your knees and…”
“Jun.”
“…and how come I was the last to know, huh?” He shook the older man roughly. “Where is it? I had to pay for a 10,000 yen dinner, so where’s the damn tattoo?”
Sho shoved him off. “You’re such a moron. There. Is. No. Tattoo.”
“Pardon?”
Sho got closer. “I just wanted to see if you’d come check.”
“But Leader…”
Sho got closer. “So?”
“Nino? And Aiba too?”
How was Sho this close? “Is that a problem?”
“Yes. No. I mean…”
“Tell them you found it,” Sho said, until Jun was pressed against the steamed up shower glass.
Jun would have thought of what Nino’s face would look like, what Aiba’s would look like, Ohno’s too. He would have, but he had better things to do.