Booty Call
Title: Booty Call
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Ikuta Toma
Summary: He wonders briefly who else Jun would have called if Toma was busy or sleeping.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE New Year 2010 Anonmeme. It's sad that the only stuff I've written for this pairing is porn. Sigh.
They're both used to not sleeping. Even on nights like tonight when he has no filming until the afternoon tomorrow and thus plenty of time to catch some much needed rest, he answers on the third ring.
Jun always tells him that picking up on the first makes him look like a slut.
“Still taste like that energy drink shit,” Jun says as he pulls him into the apartment, hands already tugging at clothes and skin.
Toma bites Jun's lip. “We can't all drink that weird organic stuff.”
“S'good for you.”
“Let me get my shoes off.” He doesn't dare scuff up Jun's hardwood floors. Toma knows Jun has a magazine interview in the morning, one of those 'describe your ideal woman' ones, and he wonders if he'll be thinking about how Toma tastes then.
They don't bother to go to the bed. Jun's too meticulous about his linens to fuck Toma on them, which is fine by him. Instead, Jun sits in a chair like he owns the place (he does after all) and spreads his legs apart for Toma to kneel between them. It's as much an act as the interview will be in the morning, Toma knows as he pulls Jun's cock free and brings it to his lips.
Jun moans and his hands find Toma's head. Since Toma's been doing so many film shoots, his hair's at a length that seems just perfect for Jun's fingers, strands clenched as he takes Jun as far as he can stand. Since Jun's the host, he gets his first, and Toma's always a very accommodating guest. He takes short breaks, jerking Jun slowly with his hand while he brushes his mouth over Jun's thigh, his stomach, his navel.
He's aching, needing more than just Jun's cock in his mouth, so he speeds up. Jun seems appreciative, mumbling his name and gasping as he comes. Jun leans back in the chair, that glow on his face Toma always likes to see. Not the stress of a hard day under lights and in front of cameras, but the genuine smile Jun gets when he's happy. But Toma's not done, not yet.
Jun probably had the lube and condom box on the coffee table before he even gave Toma a ring - he wonders briefly who else Jun would have called if Toma was busy or sleeping. But only briefly as he tugs Jun's wrist, gets him positioned on his knees and leaning against the chair. “It's going to scrape my floor,” Jun teases. “Won't you be gentle with me?”
Toma laughs, prepping Jun's entrance. Jun's nails are scraping over the chair upholstery, scratching as Toma stretches him with his fingers. He finds the ticklish dip in Jun's side, teasing it briefly until Jun makes a displeased grunt and Toma relents. He fucks Jun against the chair, and yeah, it scrapes the floor, but it's nearly three in the morning, and Jun will fret about it when he's up again and grouchy. For now, he's holding on and begging Toma for more.
Toma's a good guest. He obliges.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Ikuta Toma
Summary: He wonders briefly who else Jun would have called if Toma was busy or sleeping.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE New Year 2010 Anonmeme. It's sad that the only stuff I've written for this pairing is porn. Sigh.
They're both used to not sleeping. Even on nights like tonight when he has no filming until the afternoon tomorrow and thus plenty of time to catch some much needed rest, he answers on the third ring.
Jun always tells him that picking up on the first makes him look like a slut.
“Still taste like that energy drink shit,” Jun says as he pulls him into the apartment, hands already tugging at clothes and skin.
Toma bites Jun's lip. “We can't all drink that weird organic stuff.”
“S'good for you.”
“Let me get my shoes off.” He doesn't dare scuff up Jun's hardwood floors. Toma knows Jun has a magazine interview in the morning, one of those 'describe your ideal woman' ones, and he wonders if he'll be thinking about how Toma tastes then.
They don't bother to go to the bed. Jun's too meticulous about his linens to fuck Toma on them, which is fine by him. Instead, Jun sits in a chair like he owns the place (he does after all) and spreads his legs apart for Toma to kneel between them. It's as much an act as the interview will be in the morning, Toma knows as he pulls Jun's cock free and brings it to his lips.
Jun moans and his hands find Toma's head. Since Toma's been doing so many film shoots, his hair's at a length that seems just perfect for Jun's fingers, strands clenched as he takes Jun as far as he can stand. Since Jun's the host, he gets his first, and Toma's always a very accommodating guest. He takes short breaks, jerking Jun slowly with his hand while he brushes his mouth over Jun's thigh, his stomach, his navel.
He's aching, needing more than just Jun's cock in his mouth, so he speeds up. Jun seems appreciative, mumbling his name and gasping as he comes. Jun leans back in the chair, that glow on his face Toma always likes to see. Not the stress of a hard day under lights and in front of cameras, but the genuine smile Jun gets when he's happy. But Toma's not done, not yet.
Jun probably had the lube and condom box on the coffee table before he even gave Toma a ring - he wonders briefly who else Jun would have called if Toma was busy or sleeping. But only briefly as he tugs Jun's wrist, gets him positioned on his knees and leaning against the chair. “It's going to scrape my floor,” Jun teases. “Won't you be gentle with me?”
Toma laughs, prepping Jun's entrance. Jun's nails are scraping over the chair upholstery, scratching as Toma stretches him with his fingers. He finds the ticklish dip in Jun's side, teasing it briefly until Jun makes a displeased grunt and Toma relents. He fucks Jun against the chair, and yeah, it scrapes the floor, but it's nearly three in the morning, and Jun will fret about it when he's up again and grouchy. For now, he's holding on and begging Toma for more.
Toma's a good guest. He obliges.