The Greatest Matsujun/Zac Movie Premiere Encounter Story of All Time
Title: The Greatest Matsujun/Zac Movie Premiere Encounter Story of All Time
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Zac Efron, Sakurai Sho
Summary: He hadn't been this nervous and giddy and just plain excited since he'd met Janet Jackson.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE Summer Smut Meme, July 09. It's just what it sounds like.
Roppongi Hills was bustling with people, and Jun hoped that his glasses and hat would keep him incognito enough. This had been a pretty stupid plan from the get-go, but this was really his only chance to meet him.
Sho had just sighed over the phone. “I thought you liked good movies, Matsujun.”
“And the Tokyo Film Festival showcases the best.”
“But I'm not covering specific movies. The Zero segment is the festival as a whole.”
“I don't care what you have to do,” he'd begged. “Just get me in for Me and Orson Welles. I'll never ask you for anything again.”
Sho had caved. Jun had his ticket. And somewhere in the movie theater, waiting to introduce the film was the young American actor Jun had his eye on.
-
The movie...well, Jun had understood maybe a few sentences here and there. They hadn't subtitled it. Didn't matter - Jun had been transfixed for the duration. The other members tended to make fun of him for his movie watching hobby, especially now that he'd gotten hung up on kids' movies.
This hadn't been a kids' movie. The American actor was trying to prove himself, to pick more mature roles and evolve. As an actor himself, Jun understood that. He was trying to break away from Domyouji, the same as the American was trying to prove he could do more than sing and dance and dribble a basketball.
Somewhere outside, the News Zero team and Sho were interviewing various festival-goers, and with a bit more needling and an “oh please, won't you...” and the kicker - “Sho-kun, I'll buy you five dinners and a bottle of anything you want,” Jun had been able to discover the American actor's schedule for the rest of the night.
So now he was nervously finishing up a cigarette outside the theater, scanning the line of cars outside. The third from the front would take the American from the festival and back to his hotel in Shibuya. From his own research, Jun knew Zac's girlfriend was home in L.A. He wasn't really one to meddle in the relationships of others, but this was his dirty little secret crush, here in Japan. He wanted to at least shake his hand.
He saw the rear theater door open, and Zac, his manager and a Japanese guide emerged. Jun tossed the cigarette down, stomping it with his shoe and made his move. “Excuse me? I'm so sorry, excuse me?”
The manager and Zac kept moving, but the Japanese guide was agape. “You...you're?”
He hadn't been this nervous and giddy and just plain excited since he'd met Janet Jackson, and he'd nearly fainted on sight then. “Could I speak with Zac-san?”
-
It turned out that the Japanese guide was a huge SMAP fan. And since Jun was in Johnny's too, she'd called for Zac and his manager to wait. And somehow, in between mumbled hellos (Jun's) and confused but accepting smiles (Zac's), they were at the American's hotel with the blushing guide translating back and forth while the manager was in the adjoining room making tons of phone calls.
“Efron-san doesn't know Arashi. But he would love a CD to take home.”
Like Jun had their CDs in his jacket pocket? Or merchandise from the Johnny's store stashed in his trousers? He instead smiled politely. “I would be honored if he'd listen and enjoy our music.”
Zac waited for the translation, far more polite and patient than other American stars Jun had encountered on shows like Music Station or at other events. Then again, his bias was probably showing.
“There is a music store across from the hotel,” the guide mumbled, still blushing. Jun may have gone a little far in promising the poor girl an autograph from Kimura-san, but well...he was a desperate man. “Perhaps I could pick up Arashi's latest CD for Efron-san?”
She went ahead and translated for Zac, who went for his wallet. But Jun stopped him, flashing him what he hoped was a friendly rather than creepy smile. Jun was often the recipient of creepy smiles - it would be embarrassing for the shoe to be on the other foot now. “Tell Efron-san I will pay.”
Zac seemed to understand the universal take-out-the-wallet gesture and started thanking him, even tossing in an “Arigato gozaimasu” with an adorable pronunciation. According to the guide, Zac was very much into anime and manga. This boded well. Jun liked surfing and American movies. It was obviously a perfect match.
The guide accepted Jun's money with another blush and departed. And now Jun realized this hadn't been the best thought out plan. The manager was still noisy in the other room, and he and Zac just stared at each other.
Sho and his English knowledge was only a phone call away, but Jun would probably have to owe the other man his first-born child or a kidney at the rate he was asking for favors now. Well, he knew a few words here and there, didn't he?
“You...you and me, Efron-san, we are compatible, no?”
Zac looked confused. Oh shit. What had he told him?!
“I...I like your movie. I like movies very lot.” He was failing. He was totally failing. Even Aiba could communicate with people, but Jun and the English language had only been acquaintances, never friends.
He had to save face before Zac excused himself and went anywhere else in Japan but that room. Or asked him to leave. This was going to be his only chance. He had to tell the man with the nice smile, the American arrogance and charm, and the muscles that he looked forward to seeing him grow and evolve as an actor. That as a fellow actor, Jun understood the difficulties of being taken seriously, of wanting to improve and mature. So he went through his mind, begging for the English words he still remembered to come back.
Zac was waiting, looking a little weirded out. It was now or never.
Jun cocked his head and pointed at Zac like he was at one of Arashi's concerts. “You and me, we are good bed fellows!”
-
The girl would be back with the CD soon, and the doorknob was in his back. He could still hear the rapid fire English in the adjoining room, but he didn't care.
Americans were very demonstrative people. Maybe it was Hollywood, maybe it was just something about their culture. Or maybe Zac had jet lag and wasn't fully aware of what he was doing. But that was fine by Jun because the man was a great kisser. Just enough tongue and his hands were in all the right places. Jun was on cloud nine - sure, he hadn't gotten to make out with Janet Jackson but this was just fine by him.
Whatever Jun had said had intrigued or amused Zac so much that he'd found himself against the door with High School Musical boy pawing at him.
Zac was whispering something in his ear about Japanese boys being...pretty? Well, the toned and firm Efron-san could have been reading the KFC menu for all Jun cared so long as he kept his hand down Jun's jeans.
“I like...basketball movie,” Jun whispered huskily, hopefully appealing to Zac's ears with his limited English skills.
“Talk in Japanese,” Jun managed to understand. “Talk dirty.”
He gasped, arching his back as Zac's hand worked at an almost impossible pace. Jun was going to make a mess, and that poor guide girl couldn't exactly be sent to buy him a new pair of jeans, could she?
Concentrating was rather difficult with the American's firm hold working him into a frenzy. Jun could barely breathe, much less effectively talk dirty in Japanese. Words in his native tongue weren't really making it past the tip of said tongue. But Zac wouldn't know, would he?”
Jun worked his hand under Zac's t-shirt, feeling the firm, tanned skin of the other man's back as he whispered in his ear. All that was coming to mind were Arashi lyrics, so he just spoke slowly, hoping that Zac would find it to be enough. Sure enough, the other man was breathing hard and nipping at his jaw.
“Yeah,” Jun understood. Zac's next words were jumbled, but he managed to figure out “keep going.” He was just going to start singing if he kept up lyrics, so he thought about the hotel room. Zac would never know.
“Soap. Shower. Sink,” he whispered in Japanese, sliding his hand in Zac's jeans and cupping his ass in his palm. “Mmm...carpet. Window.”
He was going to come. “Efron-san...”
Jun heard the keycard in the lock, and Zac was on the bed watching TV before Jun could catch his breath. The guide didn't seem to notice Jun's sudden, extreme distress.
She bowed, holding out the HMV bag. “I bought the greatest hits album. And a few singles.” Jun pulled his t-shirt down, hoping to conceal his...lack of completion. She hadn't even brought him change?!
Zac's ears were tinged red, and his lips were pink, but otherwise, he didn't look like he'd just been giving a Japanese idol he didn't know a hand job. Jun would never really understand Americans.
“I should probably be going then,” Jun mumbled.
The guide translated, her voice rather sad. Maybe she was realizing that the Kimura autograph wasn't happening. Zac took the bag of CDs and grinned.
“Arigato.”
“Uh huh,” Jun muttered, stumbling to the door in embarrassment.
-
He waited for the elevator, and his erection was finally disappearing. Stupid guide, stupid CD, stupid everything. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he answered on the second ring.
“So how was the movie?”
Jun scowled. “Horrible.”
Sho sounded equally irritated. “What? Do you know how what I had to do to get you a pass? One of the staff had a daughter who really wanted to go and see that Zac guy, and what did I do? I took it off of her desk. I stole it off of the staff member's desk, Matsujun...”
Jun felt a hand on his shoulder as the elevator door pinged open. His eyes widened when he turned to see who was behind him.
“...then you make me get you this guy's schedule, and I had to sneak around like I was motherfucking Lupin. But I got it. I got the damn thing. And then you tell me the movie was horrible?! And when can I cash in those five dinners, huh? I bet you were lying.”
Zac pulled him into the elevator, hit the stop button, and Jun hung up.
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Zac Efron, Sakurai Sho
Summary: He hadn't been this nervous and giddy and just plain excited since he'd met Janet Jackson.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE Summer Smut Meme, July 09. It's just what it sounds like.
Roppongi Hills was bustling with people, and Jun hoped that his glasses and hat would keep him incognito enough. This had been a pretty stupid plan from the get-go, but this was really his only chance to meet him.
Sho had just sighed over the phone. “I thought you liked good movies, Matsujun.”
“And the Tokyo Film Festival showcases the best.”
“But I'm not covering specific movies. The Zero segment is the festival as a whole.”
“I don't care what you have to do,” he'd begged. “Just get me in for Me and Orson Welles. I'll never ask you for anything again.”
Sho had caved. Jun had his ticket. And somewhere in the movie theater, waiting to introduce the film was the young American actor Jun had his eye on.
-
The movie...well, Jun had understood maybe a few sentences here and there. They hadn't subtitled it. Didn't matter - Jun had been transfixed for the duration. The other members tended to make fun of him for his movie watching hobby, especially now that he'd gotten hung up on kids' movies.
This hadn't been a kids' movie. The American actor was trying to prove himself, to pick more mature roles and evolve. As an actor himself, Jun understood that. He was trying to break away from Domyouji, the same as the American was trying to prove he could do more than sing and dance and dribble a basketball.
Somewhere outside, the News Zero team and Sho were interviewing various festival-goers, and with a bit more needling and an “oh please, won't you...” and the kicker - “Sho-kun, I'll buy you five dinners and a bottle of anything you want,” Jun had been able to discover the American actor's schedule for the rest of the night.
So now he was nervously finishing up a cigarette outside the theater, scanning the line of cars outside. The third from the front would take the American from the festival and back to his hotel in Shibuya. From his own research, Jun knew Zac's girlfriend was home in L.A. He wasn't really one to meddle in the relationships of others, but this was his dirty little secret crush, here in Japan. He wanted to at least shake his hand.
He saw the rear theater door open, and Zac, his manager and a Japanese guide emerged. Jun tossed the cigarette down, stomping it with his shoe and made his move. “Excuse me? I'm so sorry, excuse me?”
The manager and Zac kept moving, but the Japanese guide was agape. “You...you're?”
He hadn't been this nervous and giddy and just plain excited since he'd met Janet Jackson, and he'd nearly fainted on sight then. “Could I speak with Zac-san?”
-
It turned out that the Japanese guide was a huge SMAP fan. And since Jun was in Johnny's too, she'd called for Zac and his manager to wait. And somehow, in between mumbled hellos (Jun's) and confused but accepting smiles (Zac's), they were at the American's hotel with the blushing guide translating back and forth while the manager was in the adjoining room making tons of phone calls.
“Efron-san doesn't know Arashi. But he would love a CD to take home.”
Like Jun had their CDs in his jacket pocket? Or merchandise from the Johnny's store stashed in his trousers? He instead smiled politely. “I would be honored if he'd listen and enjoy our music.”
Zac waited for the translation, far more polite and patient than other American stars Jun had encountered on shows like Music Station or at other events. Then again, his bias was probably showing.
“There is a music store across from the hotel,” the guide mumbled, still blushing. Jun may have gone a little far in promising the poor girl an autograph from Kimura-san, but well...he was a desperate man. “Perhaps I could pick up Arashi's latest CD for Efron-san?”
She went ahead and translated for Zac, who went for his wallet. But Jun stopped him, flashing him what he hoped was a friendly rather than creepy smile. Jun was often the recipient of creepy smiles - it would be embarrassing for the shoe to be on the other foot now. “Tell Efron-san I will pay.”
Zac seemed to understand the universal take-out-the-wallet gesture and started thanking him, even tossing in an “Arigato gozaimasu” with an adorable pronunciation. According to the guide, Zac was very much into anime and manga. This boded well. Jun liked surfing and American movies. It was obviously a perfect match.
The guide accepted Jun's money with another blush and departed. And now Jun realized this hadn't been the best thought out plan. The manager was still noisy in the other room, and he and Zac just stared at each other.
Sho and his English knowledge was only a phone call away, but Jun would probably have to owe the other man his first-born child or a kidney at the rate he was asking for favors now. Well, he knew a few words here and there, didn't he?
“You...you and me, Efron-san, we are compatible, no?”
Zac looked confused. Oh shit. What had he told him?!
“I...I like your movie. I like movies very lot.” He was failing. He was totally failing. Even Aiba could communicate with people, but Jun and the English language had only been acquaintances, never friends.
He had to save face before Zac excused himself and went anywhere else in Japan but that room. Or asked him to leave. This was going to be his only chance. He had to tell the man with the nice smile, the American arrogance and charm, and the muscles that he looked forward to seeing him grow and evolve as an actor. That as a fellow actor, Jun understood the difficulties of being taken seriously, of wanting to improve and mature. So he went through his mind, begging for the English words he still remembered to come back.
Zac was waiting, looking a little weirded out. It was now or never.
Jun cocked his head and pointed at Zac like he was at one of Arashi's concerts. “You and me, we are good bed fellows!”
-
The girl would be back with the CD soon, and the doorknob was in his back. He could still hear the rapid fire English in the adjoining room, but he didn't care.
Americans were very demonstrative people. Maybe it was Hollywood, maybe it was just something about their culture. Or maybe Zac had jet lag and wasn't fully aware of what he was doing. But that was fine by Jun because the man was a great kisser. Just enough tongue and his hands were in all the right places. Jun was on cloud nine - sure, he hadn't gotten to make out with Janet Jackson but this was just fine by him.
Whatever Jun had said had intrigued or amused Zac so much that he'd found himself against the door with High School Musical boy pawing at him.
Zac was whispering something in his ear about Japanese boys being...pretty? Well, the toned and firm Efron-san could have been reading the KFC menu for all Jun cared so long as he kept his hand down Jun's jeans.
“I like...basketball movie,” Jun whispered huskily, hopefully appealing to Zac's ears with his limited English skills.
“Talk in Japanese,” Jun managed to understand. “Talk dirty.”
He gasped, arching his back as Zac's hand worked at an almost impossible pace. Jun was going to make a mess, and that poor guide girl couldn't exactly be sent to buy him a new pair of jeans, could she?
Concentrating was rather difficult with the American's firm hold working him into a frenzy. Jun could barely breathe, much less effectively talk dirty in Japanese. Words in his native tongue weren't really making it past the tip of said tongue. But Zac wouldn't know, would he?”
Jun worked his hand under Zac's t-shirt, feeling the firm, tanned skin of the other man's back as he whispered in his ear. All that was coming to mind were Arashi lyrics, so he just spoke slowly, hoping that Zac would find it to be enough. Sure enough, the other man was breathing hard and nipping at his jaw.
“Yeah,” Jun understood. Zac's next words were jumbled, but he managed to figure out “keep going.” He was just going to start singing if he kept up lyrics, so he thought about the hotel room. Zac would never know.
“Soap. Shower. Sink,” he whispered in Japanese, sliding his hand in Zac's jeans and cupping his ass in his palm. “Mmm...carpet. Window.”
He was going to come. “Efron-san...”
Jun heard the keycard in the lock, and Zac was on the bed watching TV before Jun could catch his breath. The guide didn't seem to notice Jun's sudden, extreme distress.
She bowed, holding out the HMV bag. “I bought the greatest hits album. And a few singles.” Jun pulled his t-shirt down, hoping to conceal his...lack of completion. She hadn't even brought him change?!
Zac's ears were tinged red, and his lips were pink, but otherwise, he didn't look like he'd just been giving a Japanese idol he didn't know a hand job. Jun would never really understand Americans.
“I should probably be going then,” Jun mumbled.
The guide translated, her voice rather sad. Maybe she was realizing that the Kimura autograph wasn't happening. Zac took the bag of CDs and grinned.
“Arigato.”
“Uh huh,” Jun muttered, stumbling to the door in embarrassment.
-
He waited for the elevator, and his erection was finally disappearing. Stupid guide, stupid CD, stupid everything. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he answered on the second ring.
“So how was the movie?”
Jun scowled. “Horrible.”
Sho sounded equally irritated. “What? Do you know how what I had to do to get you a pass? One of the staff had a daughter who really wanted to go and see that Zac guy, and what did I do? I took it off of her desk. I stole it off of the staff member's desk, Matsujun...”
Jun felt a hand on his shoulder as the elevator door pinged open. His eyes widened when he turned to see who was behind him.
“...then you make me get you this guy's schedule, and I had to sneak around like I was motherfucking Lupin. But I got it. I got the damn thing. And then you tell me the movie was horrible?! And when can I cash in those five dinners, huh? I bet you were lying.”
Zac pulled him into the elevator, hit the stop button, and Jun hung up.