Minted
Title: Minted
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Sakurai Sho
Summary: Jun takes the first mint in all its green-speckled glory and taps it against his own lips. “I don’t know if I want to let you have it.”
Notes/Warnings: Um, this might be closer to R, but I'll just be careful. IDK. Um, this was obviously a prompt submitted by my pants. It helps if you have seen the Shukudai episode mentioned within, the recent one where Sho had to eat all the stinky food. If that's not a lead-in to porn, gosh, what is?
Even brushing his tongue isn’t helping. Taping’s been done for half an hour, and Sho won’t leave the changing room. He’s been planted in front of the sink since getting back into his street clothes. Janken never works out in his favor unless there’s a catch - today’s catch was stinky cheese, stinky cat poo fish something or other, and stinky…hell, he doesn’t even remember that last one.
He’d had to complete the filming, still tasting the various combinations of nastiness the whole time as he read his cue cards. Even breathing right in Nino’s face when he’d been “hypnotized” hadn’t made Sho feel better.
“Do you have more toothpaste?” he asks Aiba, who still looks a little too satisfied with himself. He got to host stinky food and a humiliating Aibaland, so he’s riding on a sadistic cloud.
“Not on me, Sho-chan,” he says with that not-as-innocent-as-he-thinks-he-looks smile.
“Come on!”
Aiba leaves, and only Jun is left, keeping his distance while he clicks through mails on his phone. He probably has a meet-up with friends planned in the area for later - otherwise he’d be gone by now.
He turns, toothbrush in hand and mouth full of goopy paste. Spitting up the food during filming had probably made it all worse since he’d had to taste it twice. “Do you have anything?”
Jun pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiles. “I have breath mints.”
“Okay.” Sho spits and then spits once more for good measure into the sink. Brushing for 20 minutes straight is starting to make his gums scream. He walks over to his bandmate and holds out a needy hand. “Please?”
Jun shuts his phone, his bag at his side curled up next to him like a cat. “I don’t know.” He drums his fingers over the zipper holding the bag closed. “You put your hands on that cheese too.”
“I scrubbed my hands!” Sho protests, holding up his hands for inspection. Was everyone going to be mean to him today? Jun considers Sho’s desperate request and unzips the bag. Sho is already dying for the cool mint as Jun fumbles around in the bag and unearths a roll of them, holding it up triumphantly. Sho holds out his hand again. “Please?”
Sho watches Jun get to his feet, unwrapping the end of the package painfully slowly, the paper rustling louder than necessary. Jun takes the first mint in all its green-speckled glory and taps it against his own lips. “I don’t know if I want to let you have it.”
“You’re worse than Aiba, you know that?” Sho complains, but he’s increasingly drawn in by the torturous way Jun is running the mint along the corners of his mouth, pondering whether to share it or not.
Jun takes a step forward, a slight flush on his features as he positions the mint between his upper and lower teeth, biting down to hold it in place.
Sho swallows, tasting toothpaste. “Jun, this isn’t funny. Let me have a mint.” He reaches a hand forward, fingertips brushing against Jun’s wrist, but Jun just moves back a step and holds the roll of mints over his head.
It’s been a while since Jun’s dared to tease him like this - it’s been a busy few months. Sho licks his lips, wondering if he ought to accept the challenge. Their room’s empty, but the halls are still full of people who are prone to poke around and make sure places are clear for other filming activities for that day.
Jun’s lips close around the mint, and it disappears. He adjusts his glasses again as Sho backs off to throw the lock on the door. When he turns, Jun’s already moved his precious bag onto the floor beside the couch and is seated. The mints have disappeared, and Jun’s waiting for him.
“You saw the stuff I ate. Come on, let me have one.”
Jun stays silent, but his eyes are playful as Sho can hear him move the mint around in his mouth, the tiny candy clicking against his teeth every few seconds. Sho steps forward tentatively, and the months in between these bouts with Jun have made him nervous and unsure.
He moves until he’s standing in front of Jun, the toes of his shoes just touching the end of Jun’s boots. “Where’d you put the rest of them?”
There’s a crunch as Jun’s molars finally crush the mint. “Back in my bag.” He slides his boots until he’s got Sho’s feet trapped between them. “You’ve been brushing a while, I’m sure you’re fine.”
He pivots his ankle so his sneaker comes down on the toe of Jun’s boot. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Done what?” Jun asks, not even feigning innocence.
He presses his foot down harder, leaning his weight onto it. Jun doesn’t seem disturbed. “You know I don’t have the patience for it.”
Jun’s not patient either, not for petty shit, but he seems to drop the adult act often enough to tease him. Jun pulls on Sho’s cable during very not fun wire work at concerts. Jun enjoys resting a hand on Sho’s leg under the table during a planning session, just to see if Sho will react and embarrass himself. Jun likes to find all the little things that make Sho fidget and squirm and exploit them when no one else is around.
Sho moves with an exhaled breath and jittery nerves, resting a knee on either side of Jun’s thighs as he gets onto the couch. He keeps steady by digging his fingers into Jun’s shoulders. He wonders which of them is more vulnerable right now - him astride Jun or Jun beneath him.
Jun can’t hide his interest, and Sho leans forward until he’s a few inches from Jun’s face. “How’s my breath?” he says heavily, hoping just the slightest bit that there’s still some nasty food smell left behind just to irk him.
“Smells fine to me,” Jun exhales back, and Sho can almost taste the spearmint.
“You’re a bastard to me sometimes, you know that?”
Jun’s fingers find his belt buckle. “But you like it,” Jun says defiantly as his fingers start to undo the buckle and then the top button of Sho’s jeans. “You like it when I’m mean to you.”
Sho can’t really deny the truth of Jun’s words, and the day’s unpleasant filming recedes to the back of his mind as he brushes his mouth against Jun’s, demanding attention. Jun obliges, tilting his head slightly as his hands continue to work. Sho’s already hard when Jun pulls his cock free from his boxers, and he groans against Jun’s lips.
Jun tastes like spearmint, and Sho probably tastes like peppermint toothpaste. “Not here not here not here,” Sho moans, but he bucks against Jun’s hand anyhow. He reaches for Jun’s glasses, pulling them from his face and setting them down on the cushion beside them. Jun teases, darting his tongue along Sho’s lip, in and out of Sho’s mouth in rhythm with his hand.
Jun’s hair is kind of frizzy and curled today, and Sho’s fingers grasp hold of it, nails scratching against scalp as the slow burn between his legs starts to build in intensity. Jun’s hand strokes him faster, his other one reaching around Sho’s back and under his t-shirt, scratching along his spine.
“Jun, I can’t,” he complains, knowing he’ll come all over Jun’s t-shirt or his pants and Jun’s not stupid enough to let him do that, is he?
“Then get off of me,” Jun hisses back, slowing down and running his thumb teasingly over the head of Sho’s cock, another kind of torture.
“Where?” Sho asks and Jun mumbles “glasses.” He fumbles around for the frames, picking them up just in time to feel Jun move under him, hands against his chest as he turns and pushes Sho down against the cushions.
The wind’s nearly knocked out of him, and he recalls that Jun’s been going to the gym lately. He just holds onto Jun’s designer frames and gasps when Jun’s mouth settles around his cock. Less mess this way, apparently.
“Oh god,” he says now that Jun’s between his legs, making up for his earlier cruelty, head bobbing.
Sho can’t help fighting back a bit, arching his hips to feel as much of Jun’s mouth around him as he can handle. He tries to distract himself and counts ceiling tiles, desperate to prolong the sensation of Jun between his thighs, to not come immediately when Jun touches his tongue to the base of his shaft and brings it all the way to the head with agonizing slowness.
“Jun,” he murmurs, shutting his eyes tight and gripping a cushion. He can’t break Jun’s glasses, he tries to tell himself as his concentration rapidly depletes and his breath is coming out in gasps.
Someone in the hall jiggles the doorknob, knocking, and Sho’s whole body tenses. But Jun answers calmly. “Occupied!” he calls while Sho wonders if this is what a heart attack feels like. There’s an apology offered from the hall, and Jun just chuckles.
“You should probably come soon.”
Jun’s barely brought his lips back to his cock before Sho jerks. The thought of the NTV staff catching them together is enough to put him over, and he bites his hand to stifle his groans in case there’s still some curiosity in the hall.
He opens his eyes and looks back at the ceiling, feeling the sudden absence of Jun’s body. Soon enough, Jun’s thoughtfully cleaning him up with tissue, getting his jeans zipped and his belt back in place while Sho can barely remember his name.
“Don’t you have filming late tonight?” Jun’s asking him, prying Sho’s fingers away from his glasses. “Ugh, you smudged them.”
“Sorry,” Sho says, struggling to sit back up again.
Jun cleans them off on his t-shirt before bending forward to press a kiss to Sho’s sweat-dampened forehead. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
There’s nobody outside hovering when they exit the room, bags in tow and each with earbuds in. Nobody would know they were even friends, let alone something else that Sho can’t exactly define.
A rather tinny samba beat is playing in the elevator when they get in, and Sho groans. Jun looks over as Sho pulls out a full pack of breath mints from his own bag.
Sho blushes. “Oops.”
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Sakurai Sho
Summary: Jun takes the first mint in all its green-speckled glory and taps it against his own lips. “I don’t know if I want to let you have it.”
Notes/Warnings: Um, this might be closer to R, but I'll just be careful. IDK. Um, this was obviously a prompt submitted by my pants. It helps if you have seen the Shukudai episode mentioned within, the recent one where Sho had to eat all the stinky food. If that's not a lead-in to porn, gosh, what is?
Even brushing his tongue isn’t helping. Taping’s been done for half an hour, and Sho won’t leave the changing room. He’s been planted in front of the sink since getting back into his street clothes. Janken never works out in his favor unless there’s a catch - today’s catch was stinky cheese, stinky cat poo fish something or other, and stinky…hell, he doesn’t even remember that last one.
He’d had to complete the filming, still tasting the various combinations of nastiness the whole time as he read his cue cards. Even breathing right in Nino’s face when he’d been “hypnotized” hadn’t made Sho feel better.
“Do you have more toothpaste?” he asks Aiba, who still looks a little too satisfied with himself. He got to host stinky food and a humiliating Aibaland, so he’s riding on a sadistic cloud.
“Not on me, Sho-chan,” he says with that not-as-innocent-as-he-thinks-he-looks smile.
“Come on!”
Aiba leaves, and only Jun is left, keeping his distance while he clicks through mails on his phone. He probably has a meet-up with friends planned in the area for later - otherwise he’d be gone by now.
He turns, toothbrush in hand and mouth full of goopy paste. Spitting up the food during filming had probably made it all worse since he’d had to taste it twice. “Do you have anything?”
Jun pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiles. “I have breath mints.”
“Okay.” Sho spits and then spits once more for good measure into the sink. Brushing for 20 minutes straight is starting to make his gums scream. He walks over to his bandmate and holds out a needy hand. “Please?”
Jun shuts his phone, his bag at his side curled up next to him like a cat. “I don’t know.” He drums his fingers over the zipper holding the bag closed. “You put your hands on that cheese too.”
“I scrubbed my hands!” Sho protests, holding up his hands for inspection. Was everyone going to be mean to him today? Jun considers Sho’s desperate request and unzips the bag. Sho is already dying for the cool mint as Jun fumbles around in the bag and unearths a roll of them, holding it up triumphantly. Sho holds out his hand again. “Please?”
Sho watches Jun get to his feet, unwrapping the end of the package painfully slowly, the paper rustling louder than necessary. Jun takes the first mint in all its green-speckled glory and taps it against his own lips. “I don’t know if I want to let you have it.”
“You’re worse than Aiba, you know that?” Sho complains, but he’s increasingly drawn in by the torturous way Jun is running the mint along the corners of his mouth, pondering whether to share it or not.
Jun takes a step forward, a slight flush on his features as he positions the mint between his upper and lower teeth, biting down to hold it in place.
Sho swallows, tasting toothpaste. “Jun, this isn’t funny. Let me have a mint.” He reaches a hand forward, fingertips brushing against Jun’s wrist, but Jun just moves back a step and holds the roll of mints over his head.
It’s been a while since Jun’s dared to tease him like this - it’s been a busy few months. Sho licks his lips, wondering if he ought to accept the challenge. Their room’s empty, but the halls are still full of people who are prone to poke around and make sure places are clear for other filming activities for that day.
Jun’s lips close around the mint, and it disappears. He adjusts his glasses again as Sho backs off to throw the lock on the door. When he turns, Jun’s already moved his precious bag onto the floor beside the couch and is seated. The mints have disappeared, and Jun’s waiting for him.
“You saw the stuff I ate. Come on, let me have one.”
Jun stays silent, but his eyes are playful as Sho can hear him move the mint around in his mouth, the tiny candy clicking against his teeth every few seconds. Sho steps forward tentatively, and the months in between these bouts with Jun have made him nervous and unsure.
He moves until he’s standing in front of Jun, the toes of his shoes just touching the end of Jun’s boots. “Where’d you put the rest of them?”
There’s a crunch as Jun’s molars finally crush the mint. “Back in my bag.” He slides his boots until he’s got Sho’s feet trapped between them. “You’ve been brushing a while, I’m sure you’re fine.”
He pivots his ankle so his sneaker comes down on the toe of Jun’s boot. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Done what?” Jun asks, not even feigning innocence.
He presses his foot down harder, leaning his weight onto it. Jun doesn’t seem disturbed. “You know I don’t have the patience for it.”
Jun’s not patient either, not for petty shit, but he seems to drop the adult act often enough to tease him. Jun pulls on Sho’s cable during very not fun wire work at concerts. Jun enjoys resting a hand on Sho’s leg under the table during a planning session, just to see if Sho will react and embarrass himself. Jun likes to find all the little things that make Sho fidget and squirm and exploit them when no one else is around.
Sho moves with an exhaled breath and jittery nerves, resting a knee on either side of Jun’s thighs as he gets onto the couch. He keeps steady by digging his fingers into Jun’s shoulders. He wonders which of them is more vulnerable right now - him astride Jun or Jun beneath him.
Jun can’t hide his interest, and Sho leans forward until he’s a few inches from Jun’s face. “How’s my breath?” he says heavily, hoping just the slightest bit that there’s still some nasty food smell left behind just to irk him.
“Smells fine to me,” Jun exhales back, and Sho can almost taste the spearmint.
“You’re a bastard to me sometimes, you know that?”
Jun’s fingers find his belt buckle. “But you like it,” Jun says defiantly as his fingers start to undo the buckle and then the top button of Sho’s jeans. “You like it when I’m mean to you.”
Sho can’t really deny the truth of Jun’s words, and the day’s unpleasant filming recedes to the back of his mind as he brushes his mouth against Jun’s, demanding attention. Jun obliges, tilting his head slightly as his hands continue to work. Sho’s already hard when Jun pulls his cock free from his boxers, and he groans against Jun’s lips.
Jun tastes like spearmint, and Sho probably tastes like peppermint toothpaste. “Not here not here not here,” Sho moans, but he bucks against Jun’s hand anyhow. He reaches for Jun’s glasses, pulling them from his face and setting them down on the cushion beside them. Jun teases, darting his tongue along Sho’s lip, in and out of Sho’s mouth in rhythm with his hand.
Jun’s hair is kind of frizzy and curled today, and Sho’s fingers grasp hold of it, nails scratching against scalp as the slow burn between his legs starts to build in intensity. Jun’s hand strokes him faster, his other one reaching around Sho’s back and under his t-shirt, scratching along his spine.
“Jun, I can’t,” he complains, knowing he’ll come all over Jun’s t-shirt or his pants and Jun’s not stupid enough to let him do that, is he?
“Then get off of me,” Jun hisses back, slowing down and running his thumb teasingly over the head of Sho’s cock, another kind of torture.
“Where?” Sho asks and Jun mumbles “glasses.” He fumbles around for the frames, picking them up just in time to feel Jun move under him, hands against his chest as he turns and pushes Sho down against the cushions.
The wind’s nearly knocked out of him, and he recalls that Jun’s been going to the gym lately. He just holds onto Jun’s designer frames and gasps when Jun’s mouth settles around his cock. Less mess this way, apparently.
“Oh god,” he says now that Jun’s between his legs, making up for his earlier cruelty, head bobbing.
Sho can’t help fighting back a bit, arching his hips to feel as much of Jun’s mouth around him as he can handle. He tries to distract himself and counts ceiling tiles, desperate to prolong the sensation of Jun between his thighs, to not come immediately when Jun touches his tongue to the base of his shaft and brings it all the way to the head with agonizing slowness.
“Jun,” he murmurs, shutting his eyes tight and gripping a cushion. He can’t break Jun’s glasses, he tries to tell himself as his concentration rapidly depletes and his breath is coming out in gasps.
Someone in the hall jiggles the doorknob, knocking, and Sho’s whole body tenses. But Jun answers calmly. “Occupied!” he calls while Sho wonders if this is what a heart attack feels like. There’s an apology offered from the hall, and Jun just chuckles.
“You should probably come soon.”
Jun’s barely brought his lips back to his cock before Sho jerks. The thought of the NTV staff catching them together is enough to put him over, and he bites his hand to stifle his groans in case there’s still some curiosity in the hall.
He opens his eyes and looks back at the ceiling, feeling the sudden absence of Jun’s body. Soon enough, Jun’s thoughtfully cleaning him up with tissue, getting his jeans zipped and his belt back in place while Sho can barely remember his name.
“Don’t you have filming late tonight?” Jun’s asking him, prying Sho’s fingers away from his glasses. “Ugh, you smudged them.”
“Sorry,” Sho says, struggling to sit back up again.
Jun cleans them off on his t-shirt before bending forward to press a kiss to Sho’s sweat-dampened forehead. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
There’s nobody outside hovering when they exit the room, bags in tow and each with earbuds in. Nobody would know they were even friends, let alone something else that Sho can’t exactly define.
A rather tinny samba beat is playing in the elevator when they get in, and Sho groans. Jun looks over as Sho pulls out a full pack of breath mints from his own bag.
Sho blushes. “Oops.”