About Last Night
Title: About Last Night
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Sakurai Sho
Summary: “It's dangerous when you say things like that, Sho-san. I may have to take you at your word.”
Notes/Warnings: For the JE Spring Smut Meme, March 2010. Request for Sakumoto, dirty talking in the green room. I swear, this is the last post from me today (apologies).
“I'm sorry,” is the first thing Sho says when he has the paper open and doesn't have to look at Jun's irritated face at the other end of the couch.
“Don't sound sorry.” Jun's clicking through his phone, each little button press seeming loud in the empty green room. The others are being interviewed together for this month's issue.
“We went to high school together. I felt bad only staying for an hour.”
“I made dinner,” Jun tells him. Click click click.
Sho frowns. They never get time to spend together, and Jun had gone to the trouble of fixing a meal. But Takada had been so happy to see him, so excited that Sho had found time. It was too bad he'd already been drunk and crying about his girlfriend cheating when Sho had arrived. It would have been rude to leave, couldn't Jun understand that?
“I'm sorry,” he repeats, eyes scanning a news story about the World Cup.
“How are you going to make it up to me?” Jun asks, and something in his voice has changed. It's not anger, not now. Sho recognizes this tone of voice, and he shakily turns the page to read some baseball scores.
“Up to you,” Sho replies, his heart starting to beat faster.
“It's dangerous when you say things like that, Sho-san. I may have to take you at your word.”
The couch cushion shifts to his left. Jun's moved, but not much.
“Are you going to punish me, Macchan? For missing a date to help a friend in need?”
Jun seems to start at the casual use of his nickname. Sho won't lose to him that easily. Jun's voice is quieter, lower when he next speaks. “Well, you didn't call. I wouldn't be so disappointed if you'd called.”
Sho realizes that he's read the same box score four times already. “What would you have wanted me to say if I called you?”
“You'd say that you're sorry, but your friend's feeling down. So maybe you'd tell me to go ahead without you.”
“Go ahead with what?”
Jun silences an incoming call. “Oh, go ahead with dinner, go ahead with a movie or whatever I'd taped for us to watch together.”
“Anything else?” Sho asks, feeling like the temperature in the small room's gone up several degrees.
“I'd pretend you'd come by anyhow. I'd tell you what I wanted.”
Sho gives up reading entirely, and his hands are shaking as he keeps up the act. “Would we be on your couch? It's not too different from this one, right?”
“Yeah. We'd be sitting and talking on my couch.”
“And what would you want from me?”
Any of the other members, any of the staff could walk in on this strange conversation, and it's only exciting him the more. It's like there's some kind of electric current between his end of the couch and Jun's.
“You could touch me.”
Jun's phone snaps closed. He's giving up the distraction too.
“How would you want me to touch you, Macchan?”
“Nice and slow. I'd let you kiss me. I'd let you undo my belt.”
“You'd let me, huh?”
The leather cushion squeaks a bit as Sho scoots a little closer, his leg inching onto the middle cushion that separates them still.
“Yeah, I'd let you. You'd unzip me. You'd take me in your hand.”
Sho's having trouble breathing now when he hears Jun's zipper for real. “Would that make you hard, Macchan?” he manages to say. “Me touching you?”
“Yeah.”
He closes his eyes and sets the paper aside on the arm rest, knowing that if he watches Jun it's all over. He knows Jun's a few feet away, touching himself already.
“How would you want me to touch you?”
Jun's hand closes around his wrist, and Sho exhales shakily. Jun starts moving his hand up and down Sho's wrist, squeezing. “Like this. Up and down,” Jun says, and he's somehow closer. “Just up and down, Sho-kun.”
“That's how you like it?” Sho asks, moving his other arm across his chest to rest his hand on top of Jun's. He moves his thumb in small circles over the back of Jun's hand, hearing Jun's breathing get heavier too.
“Yeah.”
Sho scoots closer, and Jun pulls Sho's hand to his cock. They both gasp quietly at the sudden contact. He can't open his eyes. He can't see the way Jun's looking at him. Jun's arm wraps around his shoulder, pulling him to his side as Sho starts to stroke him up and down.
“So I'd be with you on your couch, touching you like this?”
Jun's grip tightens, Sho's t-shirt bunching in his fingers. “Just like this.”
He tries to focus on working Jun's cock, hearing Jun start to whimper beside him. Sho bites his lip to keep from crying out himself. He's hard too, wishing Jun could touch him - then again, Sho's the one being punished this time.
“Touch me, Sho-kun,” Jun demands, breath hot against the side of Sho's face. Their noses bump before they can kiss properly on account of Sho still keeping his eyes closed. Their lips join briefly in between breaths and gasps.
“Jun...” he shudders.
“More.” Sho jerks his hand faster. “More.”
Jun starts to arch up a bit into Sho's palm, and his hand rubs against Jun's jeans with every downward motion. He feels Jun's hand in his hair - he's getting close. “Sho...Sho...”
“...do you want me to...”
“Yeah,” Jun whispers, grip tightening on his hair. “Yeah.”
Sho adjusts and gets onto his knees, letting Jun guide his mouth down. This isn't really a punishment, Sho understands. Hearing Jun moan, hearing Jun say his name the way he'd never dare to on TV or during a live...it's more a reward.
It doesn't take long before Jun warns him, exhaling Sho's name. He comes hard, warmth hitting the back of Sho's throat as he continues to suck, letting Jun ride out his orgasm as he wishes.
He finally meets Jun's eyes when he sits back up, knowing the grin on Jun's face is reflected in his own.
“So that's how it would have gone, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jun says, zipping his pants and redoing his belt buckle. “Too bad you couldn't make it.”
He hears voices in the hall and quickly scoots back to his end of the couch, holding up his paper again to block his face as Nino comes in. The timing was ridiculously perfect, but Jun seems to have a sixth sense about these things.
“Your turn,” Nino says, plopping down heavily on the couch cushion between them. Ohno and Aiba follow, laughing about something as they head for their belongings. “Interviewer's got cabbage between her teeth. I didn't have the heart to tell her.”
Jun gets up first, not even glancing back at Sho as he leaves. Nino gives him a nudge.
“Go on, you're up, too,” he says. “Unless you're waiting for your hard-on to go away.”
Sho glances down hurriedly, reddening, only to discover that there's no evidence of his earlier interest.
“I don't wanna know,” Nino says, taking Sho's paper away.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Sakurai Sho
Summary: “It's dangerous when you say things like that, Sho-san. I may have to take you at your word.”
Notes/Warnings: For the JE Spring Smut Meme, March 2010. Request for Sakumoto, dirty talking in the green room. I swear, this is the last post from me today (apologies).
“I'm sorry,” is the first thing Sho says when he has the paper open and doesn't have to look at Jun's irritated face at the other end of the couch.
“Don't sound sorry.” Jun's clicking through his phone, each little button press seeming loud in the empty green room. The others are being interviewed together for this month's issue.
“We went to high school together. I felt bad only staying for an hour.”
“I made dinner,” Jun tells him. Click click click.
Sho frowns. They never get time to spend together, and Jun had gone to the trouble of fixing a meal. But Takada had been so happy to see him, so excited that Sho had found time. It was too bad he'd already been drunk and crying about his girlfriend cheating when Sho had arrived. It would have been rude to leave, couldn't Jun understand that?
“I'm sorry,” he repeats, eyes scanning a news story about the World Cup.
“How are you going to make it up to me?” Jun asks, and something in his voice has changed. It's not anger, not now. Sho recognizes this tone of voice, and he shakily turns the page to read some baseball scores.
“Up to you,” Sho replies, his heart starting to beat faster.
“It's dangerous when you say things like that, Sho-san. I may have to take you at your word.”
The couch cushion shifts to his left. Jun's moved, but not much.
“Are you going to punish me, Macchan? For missing a date to help a friend in need?”
Jun seems to start at the casual use of his nickname. Sho won't lose to him that easily. Jun's voice is quieter, lower when he next speaks. “Well, you didn't call. I wouldn't be so disappointed if you'd called.”
Sho realizes that he's read the same box score four times already. “What would you have wanted me to say if I called you?”
“You'd say that you're sorry, but your friend's feeling down. So maybe you'd tell me to go ahead without you.”
“Go ahead with what?”
Jun silences an incoming call. “Oh, go ahead with dinner, go ahead with a movie or whatever I'd taped for us to watch together.”
“Anything else?” Sho asks, feeling like the temperature in the small room's gone up several degrees.
“I'd pretend you'd come by anyhow. I'd tell you what I wanted.”
Sho gives up reading entirely, and his hands are shaking as he keeps up the act. “Would we be on your couch? It's not too different from this one, right?”
“Yeah. We'd be sitting and talking on my couch.”
“And what would you want from me?”
Any of the other members, any of the staff could walk in on this strange conversation, and it's only exciting him the more. It's like there's some kind of electric current between his end of the couch and Jun's.
“You could touch me.”
Jun's phone snaps closed. He's giving up the distraction too.
“How would you want me to touch you, Macchan?”
“Nice and slow. I'd let you kiss me. I'd let you undo my belt.”
“You'd let me, huh?”
The leather cushion squeaks a bit as Sho scoots a little closer, his leg inching onto the middle cushion that separates them still.
“Yeah, I'd let you. You'd unzip me. You'd take me in your hand.”
Sho's having trouble breathing now when he hears Jun's zipper for real. “Would that make you hard, Macchan?” he manages to say. “Me touching you?”
“Yeah.”
He closes his eyes and sets the paper aside on the arm rest, knowing that if he watches Jun it's all over. He knows Jun's a few feet away, touching himself already.
“How would you want me to touch you?”
Jun's hand closes around his wrist, and Sho exhales shakily. Jun starts moving his hand up and down Sho's wrist, squeezing. “Like this. Up and down,” Jun says, and he's somehow closer. “Just up and down, Sho-kun.”
“That's how you like it?” Sho asks, moving his other arm across his chest to rest his hand on top of Jun's. He moves his thumb in small circles over the back of Jun's hand, hearing Jun's breathing get heavier too.
“Yeah.”
Sho scoots closer, and Jun pulls Sho's hand to his cock. They both gasp quietly at the sudden contact. He can't open his eyes. He can't see the way Jun's looking at him. Jun's arm wraps around his shoulder, pulling him to his side as Sho starts to stroke him up and down.
“So I'd be with you on your couch, touching you like this?”
Jun's grip tightens, Sho's t-shirt bunching in his fingers. “Just like this.”
He tries to focus on working Jun's cock, hearing Jun start to whimper beside him. Sho bites his lip to keep from crying out himself. He's hard too, wishing Jun could touch him - then again, Sho's the one being punished this time.
“Touch me, Sho-kun,” Jun demands, breath hot against the side of Sho's face. Their noses bump before they can kiss properly on account of Sho still keeping his eyes closed. Their lips join briefly in between breaths and gasps.
“Jun...” he shudders.
“More.” Sho jerks his hand faster. “More.”
Jun starts to arch up a bit into Sho's palm, and his hand rubs against Jun's jeans with every downward motion. He feels Jun's hand in his hair - he's getting close. “Sho...Sho...”
“...do you want me to...”
“Yeah,” Jun whispers, grip tightening on his hair. “Yeah.”
Sho adjusts and gets onto his knees, letting Jun guide his mouth down. This isn't really a punishment, Sho understands. Hearing Jun moan, hearing Jun say his name the way he'd never dare to on TV or during a live...it's more a reward.
It doesn't take long before Jun warns him, exhaling Sho's name. He comes hard, warmth hitting the back of Sho's throat as he continues to suck, letting Jun ride out his orgasm as he wishes.
He finally meets Jun's eyes when he sits back up, knowing the grin on Jun's face is reflected in his own.
“So that's how it would have gone, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jun says, zipping his pants and redoing his belt buckle. “Too bad you couldn't make it.”
He hears voices in the hall and quickly scoots back to his end of the couch, holding up his paper again to block his face as Nino comes in. The timing was ridiculously perfect, but Jun seems to have a sixth sense about these things.
“Your turn,” Nino says, plopping down heavily on the couch cushion between them. Ohno and Aiba follow, laughing about something as they head for their belongings. “Interviewer's got cabbage between her teeth. I didn't have the heart to tell her.”
Jun gets up first, not even glancing back at Sho as he leaves. Nino gives him a nudge.
“Go on, you're up, too,” he says. “Unless you're waiting for your hard-on to go away.”
Sho glances down hurriedly, reddening, only to discover that there's no evidence of his earlier interest.
“I don't wanna know,” Nino says, taking Sho's paper away.