Swingr, 1/5
Title: Swingr
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: In order, Aiba/Jun, Sho/Jun, Nino/Jun/Mizuhara Kiko, Ohno/Nino, Sho/Nino, Jun/Sho/Nino, and last but not least, !!! OT5 !!! (along with the mention of several other pairings and hook-ups along the way)
Summary: Roommates Nino and Jun aren’t having much luck renting out their apartment’s third bedroom on Airbnb. When they discover a strange new app that combines the rent-a-room-on-the-cheap business model of Airbnb with the hook-up mentality of Tinder, their lives will never be the same.
Notes/Warnings: I’m not joking with that NC-17 rating - I always go HAM when it comes to the KSP exchange! This story includes: sex (oral, anal, vaginal), handjobs, masturbation, one scene with a vibrator, one scene where condoms aren’t used, handcuff use, dirty language, characters that love pornography, threesomes, facials, and group sex. Still with me? Hope you’ll enjoy!!
It wasn’t until the sixth cancellation that month before Nino admitted the Airbnb thing wasn’t going to work out.
Well, Jun had been right when he’d said their listing was misleading. “Close to the SkyTree” was not exactly true. You could get there within an hour or so by taking the bus or a few trains, but Nino had initially argued that “closeness” was relative, and that some desperate room-seeking foreigners weren’t going to stare too long at a Google Map and realize their apartment was almost in Saitama. After all, they were closer to the SkyTree than someone in, say, Yokohama.
But foreign guests had not exactly come running to stay with them either way. The fact that neither he nor Jun spoke a language other than their native Japanese might have been another contributing factor in their Airbnb failure. That left only other Japanese people to stay with them - business travelers in Tokyo for the night, a random guy who once stayed over a couple nights while his building was fumigated for bugs.
The room simply wasn’t bringing in enough money. The nearest train station was ten minutes away on foot, though Nino could make it in seven if he timed it perfectly with the traffic lights. They’d spent more than they should have updating the room, putting in a new double bed, new sheets and blankets, a dresser, and (on Jun’s insistence) curtains. They’d bought extra bath towels, really nice ones that they bragged about on Airbnb. Very few takers, which really pissed Jun off because the guest towels were nicer than his own.
It had been almost six months now since their three-bedroom apartment had shrunk from three occupants to two. Nishikido’s relationship was still going strong, apparently because he’d found the one woman in Tokyo willing to put up with his lazy, whining ass. Much as Nino had found Ryo to be better than most roommates, Jun had been thrilled to see him go. Jun was kind of uptight when it came to using coasters and starting the washing machine after midnight.
But now that Ryo was gone, they were losing money. It would have been logical to simply advertise for a new roommate, but Jun wanted a break. With Ryo gone, it was quieter. Their schedules were more compatible with two rather than three. Jun worked days and occasionally weekends while Nino was on the late shift at the storage facility. They got their beauty sleep mainly while the other person was off at work.
The Airbnb thing had been a compromise, a way to bring in cash without having to add a stranger to the apartment more permanently. There were plenty of complaints Jun had about Nino, but he was at the very least a known quantity. Jun knew how Nino behaved, but you never knew with a third party. With Airbnb the stranger was only temporary, and the money went straight to their shared account which they used to pay the rent for the third bedroom.
It wasn’t like they got bad reviews. They weren’t on some Airbnb blacklist. From comments on their profile page, the only negative ones were about location and then one stray rant about Nino’s one-time microwave popcorn debacle. Location was what had sold them on the apartment in the first place-the banquet hall Jun worked for was a few stops away on the train while the 24/7 Super Store It facility was only four blocks off on foot. There was no way they could bear to move away themselves. It just wasn’t what most overnight travelers would call convenient, fancy towels or no.
The solution came to Nino one afternoon three Airbnb cancellations later. He was on one of his favorite porn sites, ready to ignore his financial problems for at least fifteen minutes (ten minutes if the moaning was halfway believable). He had everything he needed - a bottle of lube on the nightstand, a tissue box beside him, and the knowledge that Jun was working a wedding that afternoon and wouldn’t be back until late.
He was just clicking on his oddly-specific but undeniably intriguing chosen selection (Uncut Stud Holds Cherry Tomatoes In His Mouth While His Ass Is Claimed!) when an ad popped up before he could get to the culinary-themed erotica. He groaned in complaint, shaking his head as he opened the cap on his lube bottle. As a way to save some money, he’d recently downgraded to the ad-supported version of the site and he was really suffering lately.
“Where are my cherry tomatoes?” he grumbled at his laptop screen, squirting a bead of lube into his palm.
But the cherry tomatoes and the ass claiming were immediately forgotten as Nino sat through a forty-five second online ad that held all the answers. And then the actual video he’d planned to watch started. Nino knew he’d forget if he didn’t write it down, so he leaned forward to click the back button, thinking the ad would start again. It didn’t.
“Wait!”
He scrambled over to his nightstand, yanking open the drawer, desperately hunting for a pen. “Wait!” he shouted again uselessly as the camera panned over to a plastic container full of bright, dewy produce and the usual tacky music started to play. “Wait, wait, wait!”
He nearly got a paper cut digging under a stack of dirty magazines, managing to unearth a mechanical pencil. He hurriedly wiped the lube off his hand and onto some tissue, clutching the pencil in his other hand and nearly tumbling out of bed. “Wait, wait, wait!” he shouted, hurrying to his desk, not terribly concerned about being butt naked.
“Mmm,” came a voice from the video on his laptop, “let’s count and see how many of these yummy tomatoes Kentaro can take!”
“Shut up!” he shouted at the laptop, scrambling for a pad of post-it notes in the veritable disaster area that was his desk.
Finally he gave up on the post-its, scribbling what he needed onto the back of a Shukan Famitsu magazine. Kentaro was only on four tomatoes by the time Nino had written it down, twelve tomatoes by the time he had found his phone under a pile of dirty clothes and navigated successfully to the App Store and started his download.
“This is it!” he declared, pointing his phone at his computer. “This is it, Kentaro!”
Kentaro was too busy trying not to bite down on his mouthful of tomatoes as an enormous dildo was rammed into his ass. Nino shook his head, hearing the little ping when his download finished. He hoped Kentaro was paid well for his hard work.
“Ninomiya Kazunari,” he told himself, clicking on the new icon that appeared on his phone screen. “You are a genius!”
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“You are an idiot,” Matsumoto Jun declared several hours later, scrolling through the app with a disgusted look on his handsome face. “You can’t actually be serious about this. Where’d you find out about something like this?”
“On FuckPalace dot com.”
Jun sneered at him again. He’d always been a snob about his porn. A classy gentleman like Matsumoto Jun wouldn’t dare sink so low as to get his rocks off with a website like FuckPalace dot com. He was a member of some porno version of Pinterest with “curated” playlists and high production values.
Nino ignored Jun’s reaction, sitting closer to him on the sofa until he was practically in his lap. Jun had been Nino’s roommate for the last five years despite Nino’s many intrusions into what Jun liked to call his “me bubble,” and this was just one more bubble-popping argument.
“But Jun-kun, think about this logically,” Nino explained. “I spent half the day reading reviews, the frequently asked questions, all that good stuff. It’s totally safe. People are really using this.”
“It’s prostitution.”
“It’s not,” Nino complained, although the money aspect was admittedly a bit nebulous. “They’re paying for the room, not for the sex.”
Jun handed his phone back, getting to his feet. He smelled like wedding cake and booze, and Nino was still a little miffed that he hadn’t brought any leftovers this time. Jun had even bragged the other day about the twelve-tiered cupcake display that he and his co-workers were building to showcase all the sugary goodness. The one actual perk of his job, and he couldn’t be bothered to bring anything home because he was trying to “cut back on unnecessary calories” like sweets. It wasn’t like Nino was cutting back on anything, he thought bitterly.
“It’s shady as hell,” Jun said.
“It’s really not. The Swing Pad has the final swipe privilege.”
“The Swing Pad?” Jun shot back, narrowing his eyes.
“Hey, it’s their terminology,” Nino said, scrolling through the app again. “Come on, at least think about it. Why are we failing on Airbnb? Because we live in a shit location. But if we go with this service, location isn’t as important. And we can charge more because of the sex.”
“You know the people using this have to be slimy.”
Nino gaped at him. “Rude! You’re always so judgmental! And I know for a fact that you haven’t…”
Jun held up a hand to interrupt. “No. No, you can’t use that against me for…”
“…haven’t had sex in ages! Come on, Jun-kun, this is the answer to multiple prayers. The ‘we don’t have a roommate’ prayer as well as your sex drought.”
Jun scowled. “It’s not a sex drought. Don’t call it a sex drought!”
Nino knew for a fact that Jun’s standards were incredibly lofty. He didn’t like lazy people. He didn’t like clingy people. He didn’t like people he couldn’t talk about wine and books with, even one-night stands that he’d never see again. “I can just tell if they don’t read,” Jun always said with a shudder. His “About Me” section on Grindr was eight paragraphs long.
“Will you sleep on it and then check it out again in the morning?” Nino asked. “Please? If we try it once and don’t like it, we can delete the app, okay?”
Jun crossed his arms, still making a stink face. For all that Jun was stuck up and downright weird, Nino loved him in his own way. Even if Nino was a less than stellar roommate, Jun was the best possible one to have. First, he was incredibly attractive - broad-shouldered, athletic, a pretty face when he wasn’t scowling like he was right now. And second, he was just really nice (all of his various complexes and complaints notwithstanding) - he always cooked extra to make sure Nino didn’t subsist entirely on ramen, he kept the apartment to a certain tidiness standard, and he always paid his fair share. If Jun wasn’t on board, Nino would just have to accept it.
But Nino also knew that the money situation was starting to bite into Jun’s finances. Jun liked clothes…Jun liked really nice clothes, and the empty third bedroom problem was going to have him stuck in the Summer 2016 collections of his favorite designers for the next several seasons if they didn’t find a solution soon. Heaven forbid, thought Nino in his threadbare sweatpants and sriracha-stained Doraemon tee.
And of course, Nino knew about Jun’s incredible sex drive and how horribly the drought was affecting him. Sooner or later, Jun would probably be desperate enough to crawl into Nino’s bed again, even if the only wines Nino knew about were “red” and “white.” It had been a while since Jun had come that close to rock bottom, Nino remembered fondly.
Perhaps Jun was realizing the same thing. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as though this whole concept was still creeping him out. “Alright, what’s the name of it again?”
“S-W-I-N-G-R. Swingr.”
“So stupid.”
Nino smiled. “Yeah, I know.”
-
By the time Nino returned from work two days later, entering the apartment just before 8:00 AM, Jun had come around.
He’d read through all the fine print on the Swingr website, which apparently was more detailed than what was available in the app. Swingr was a combination of Airbnb and Tinder, at least according to the promotional materials on the website. Singles or couples looking to rent out a room of their house or apartment for a period of time, the Airbnb part, combined with the hook-up mentality of Tinder.
Sex wasn’t necessarily a requirement…you really could just stay somewhere for an agreed-upon price, but all of the confessions and video testimonials on the site had implied that no strings attached sex with the host was pretty much the reason for its existence. Profiles were extremely customizable. They could list their own sexual preferences and interests, and hosts had the final say on approving an overnight guest. On the guest’s end, they were guaranteed a safe space to do whatever floated their boat without judgment and without the tacky environs or potential prying eyes of a low-budget love hotel.
Being at a disadvantage, their apartment not what anyone would describe as centrally-located, he and Jun decided to be more open and flexible than usual. They were both bisexual, and though most of their recent partners had been men, they decided it might be worth advertising their place as friendly to both men and women and to any other gender identities. A bigger guest pool meant they had more people to choose from.
He sat with Jun on the couch that morning, foregoing his usual morning sleep schedule in favor of setting up their Swingr profile, letting Jun type and be as overly detailed as he liked. They spent half an hour alone deciding on a screen name because Jun was Jun.
“Give Us Your Money 69,” Nino suggested, resting against the cushions comfortably. “All one word.”
“Nope.”
“Give Us Your Money Please,” Nino offered, waiting for Jun to look over before finishing. “69.”
“What about location?” Jun asked, ignoring his perfectly suitable idea. “Adachi83, since we’re both born in 1983? Then people will be clued in about our ages too.”
“Boring! Would you click on Adachi83?”
“How about something related to the third bedroom?”
“How about no.”
Jun sighed. “We can add our initials. JKAdachi83 is not taken. Ah, KJAdachi83 is also available.”
“Oh wow, I wonder why.” He prodded Jun’s thigh with his foot. “AnyHoleAnyTime69, final offer.”
“I’m putting us down for KJAdachi83.”
“Awwww!”
Their boring screen name chosen, Jun imported photos they’d put in their Airbnb profile. All tame, harmless shots of the third bedroom, the bed and the fancy blankets, Jun’s precious curtains. Photos of their living room and bathroom and kitchen. From there Jun continued with his irritating hunt and peck typing to fill in that “Roommate K” and “Roommate J” were interested in both men and women, that smoking was allowed so long as it was done on the balcony outside, and that free condoms would be provided.
“Who’s paying for that?” Nino complained.
“We’re splitting that,” Jun decided.
Jun checked the boxes that stated Roommate K and Roommate J were both available for sex, although Swingr wrote it a bit more obnoxiously, asking them to check the “Extracurricular Activities OKAY!” box.
“Hmm,” Jun mumbled, scrolling further down their profile page.
“Hmm what? Is it asking for us to upload dick pics? Because all of mine live in the cloud for quick accessibility.”
Jun rolled his eyes. Nino was fairly certain Jun had never sent a dick pic in his entire life. He was the kind of person who used proper punctuation in all his texts, too. “No, it’s asking if we’re open to ‘Extra-Extra Curriculars.’”
“And what the hell is that? If that’s super kinky stuff, please do not check the Roommate K box. I don’t have the emotional fortitude to shit on someone.”
“It’s not that,” Jun said. “It means that we’re open to threesomes and other multi-partner arrangements. As in you and me and the guest.”
Nino smiled. “Well, you obviously know what my answer is.”
Jun shook his head, chuckling. Nino very much enjoyed having sex with Jun. He was outstanding in terms of stamina and despite his me-bubble, he didn’t mind a post-coital cuddle. Jun was the one who preferred sleeping with people he didn’t already live with. Nino liked convenience. Jun did not like to be anyone’s convenience option. But an Extra-Extra Curriculars option meant that Nino could get Jun and a sexy stranger as a package deal.
“Come on, Jun-kun, you got to pick the screen name. And saying we’re open to threesomes doesn’t mean we’re committing to it.”
“Fine, fine.”
By lunch time KJAdachi83 was an active account with a shared email address he and Jun could both check for potential guests. Nino got off the couch, heading to the empty third bedroom and opening the door. He breathed in and out, satisfied.
“Let the games begin,” he murmured.
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User: KJAdachi83
Join Date: Today!
Arrangement: Swing Pad
Location: Adachi, Tokyo, JAPAN
SWINGRs: K (male) and J (male)
Seeking: Men, Women
Open to SWING?: Yes
Open to Long-Term SWINGs?: No
LGBTQA Friendly?: Yes
Pet Friendly?: No
About This Listing
Quiet residential neighborhood a few minutes’ walk from a park. Just steps away you’ll find local restaurants (ramen, soba) and bakeries. Public transportation links within 10 minute walk: from Yazaike Station, easily take the Nippori-Toneri Liner to Nippori and from there connect with the Yamanote Line or use the Keisei Main Line to Narita Airport.
Our Property
Three-bedroom apartment with one bathroom (you share with hosts). Apartment on fourth floor of five-story apartment tower (elevator available). External/outside entry.
Guest Accommodations
Type: Private room
Accommodates: 1
Bathroom: 1 (shared)
Bed Type: Double (mattress)
Smoking Policy: Outside on balcony ok
Amenities
Bedroom private. Shared kitchen, living room, bathroom. Washing machine available. Air conditioning.
About Your Host(s)
Two employed professionals, single, early 30s.
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Their Swingr account was full of spam email. That day Jun had already sent 47 emails with subject line variations about “get a bigger dick” pills into the trash. He still couldn’t quite believe that he’d agreed to this stupid plan.
Although he was a lazy guy who preferred to stay in the house, eating microwave meals and playing multiplayer games online that required him to wear a geeky headset and microphone, his roommate Nino was actually the more adventurous of the two of them, eager to try new things.
Nino practically lived online, whether he was home or at work. He worked a few blocks away at a 24-hour storage facility, serving as the night manager. When he wasn’t walking around ensuring that stuff was locked, he was in the manager’s office with his array of security cam screens, usually playing games on his phone.
When they’d first met, Jun knew that most of Nino’s hookups came through those games of his. He’d get up during the night to pee or get a drink of water only to overhear Nino in the living room dirty talking into his stupid headset, jacking off under a blanket and telling whoever the hell he was talking to that he was about to save the world by “coming all over your tits.” Nino was equal opportunity in case someone didn’t have breasts, switching up his noble speech and claiming he would instead ejaculate all over someone’s face.
At long last, Jun had grown sick of seeing Nino unashamedly masturbating in their living room, blanket or no. He’d told Nino about Tinder and Grindr and Scruff, and Nino stopped cyber-fucking his fellow party members while simultaneously grinding for gold. Nino actually left the apartment sometimes, meeting someone face to face.
Jun felt that Swingr was a bit of a regression, since Nino would now be able to fall back into his old stay-at-home habits. Why go out to a bar and play the field when someone could literally come to their apartment for a commitment-free hookup? And of course the best part was that said someone would be paying for the privilege.
But in the two weeks that they’d had a profile together on Swingr, they’d received only a handful of requests to “Crash” at their “Swing Pad.” Nino had been the one to say no to a middle-aged woman from Kanazawa. The middle-aged part hadn’t been the dealbreaker. They weren’t that closed-minded, and women that age could be amazing in bed. The picture she’d chosen to send them, however, had been the problem - a nude photo of herself masturbating with a cucumber had sealed the rejection.
Nino had given a tentative okay to a few, but Jun had been the one to decline them. One guy’s profile said he was 21, but a quick scan of Facebook (since he’d been dumb enough to reveal his full name in his request) proved that he was a first-year university student and had just turned 19. Being in his thirties, he just wasn’t too interested in the younger crowd. The last thing he wanted was for someone to show up and complain about having to write a term paper while they were getting intimate. Another guy wanted to just stay over with them and do ecstasy together. And another guy was into feet. Really into feet.
Jun was at the point where he felt that Swingr was a complete and total bust. Maybe they really ought to look for a third and permanent roommate, even if Jun didn’t like the idea much. With Nino away at work most nights, Jun slept well and with few interruptions these days. When Ryo had lived with them before moving out, he’d brought his girlfriend over almost every night. She’d made these really bizarre sex noises, and half the time it sounded like Ryo had been fucking a squeaky dog toy. Even the white noise machine in Jun’s bedroom hadn’t been enough to drown it out.
He was at a loss, knowing that if they really wanted to keep the apartment that he’d have to give up the freedom he’d only finally been able to enjoy. He’d have to get used to a new person in the kitchen getting in his way when he tried to make dinner. Another person’s stuff in their bathroom, another person’s hair in the shower. Another person’s quirks to adjust to.
And all of that, Jun admitted, would suck.
So perhaps it was a sign of something when he logged on again that evening and found a new message waiting for KJAdachi83. A sign that perhaps all hope wasn’t lost. He clicked on the request from LuvLotteMarines, pleased with what he found. The guy was from Chiba, not that far away really, which Jun thought was a bit odd, but his profile photo was excellent.
Lanky but athletic with a perfect suntan, a baseball cap a bit crooked on his head. He was outside, barefoot in the grass holding a bottle of beer. Shirtless and possessing a pair of abs that had Jun’s mouth watering. One shoulder was covered with a darker patch of skin, a birthmark Jun kind of wanted to lick as soon as he saw it. “Hi, I’m Masaki!” the guy’s message read, “You guys seem cool. Wanna hang out?”
Not allowing himself to be entirely lured in by the guy’s body and friendly smile, Jun did his due diligence, clicking through to LuvLotteMarines’ profile. Masaki, 33, Chiba. Interested in Men. Occupation: Restaurant Industry. No nude pictures, but he had plenty of others. At the beach with other faces blurred, Masaki holding a surfboard. Holding a basketball in another. A peace sign and a grin in front of the Glico Man neon sign in Osaka. A few pictures of food…perhaps the guy was a chef.
I’m a laid-back guy looking for a fun time!!!!!! Message me for other pictures lol lol
Scrolling through the rest of his profile, LuvLotteMarines had checked almost every single box relating to “extracurricular activities.” He was interested in just about everything, which made Jun raise a suspicious eyebrow.
He knew that he should wait for Nino to come home before he sent any replies. He knew that, and they’d agreed to that. Nino was off work tonight, out for beers with a former co-worker. He’d be back in an hour. But Jun thought about his credit card bill and the cable bill that had just arrived. And he thought about the 40% off Hugo Boss promotion that was expiring at midnight sitting in his personal email inbox.
He hit “Reply” and asked LuvLotteMarines to send more details, asking what night he wanted to stop by.
Jun received a response in five minutes.
Hey, thanks 4 reply!!!! Tonight okay??? I can leave right now!!!! I have cash and Paypal!!!!!
Jun’s eye twitched at the excessive punctuation, looking away from the message and back at the guy’s picture. The smile, the abs…the abs.
He let his dick decide.
-
Nino was pissed off as Jun had expected.
“You can do your mining another time.”
“It’s Minecraft. It’s called Minecraft, Jun-kun, and you very well know it is!”
Jun rolled his eyes, setting his laptop down. “Will you just look at his pictures? He’s hot.”
“And since when is that all Matsumoto Jun requires? That’s usually what Ninomiya Kazunari requires,” Nino seethed. “We promised that we’d decide together. I could have let the feet guy come and clean the fuzz out between my toes with his tongue, but no, you had to fucking veto it.”
Jun shut his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I know…”
“And we could have taken that young, precious college student and made a man out of him, but you said no to that too!”
“Nino, would you just look?”
Nino, still standing in the genkan scowling at him, finally stomped over to check out the screen. The angry look on his face slowly faded.
“He might be an axe murderer,” Nino mumbled, his heart not in it.
“He already paid. The PayPal confirmation already went through.”
“Axe murderers can sign up for PayPal,” Nino reminded him, his words trailing off as Jun clicked again on LuvLotteMarines’ profile picture, making it take up the laptop’s entire screen.
He could have sworn that Nino was about to start drooling. Jun hid a smile at Nino’s little huff of surrender.
“You invited him. So you have to clean up after him.”
With that, Nino disappeared into his bedroom to change out of his beer-smelling bar clothes, slamming the door behind him.
Within twenty minutes there was a buzz at the door. Jun’s stomach did a little flip-flop. All this time he’d been put off by Swingr. All this time he’d been the one convinced that there was something creepy and illegal about it, what with money changing hands. What with this guy being a complete stranger who was definitely coming over expecting to have sex with one or both of them.
But when the PayPal confirmation from one “Aiba Masaki” had come to their inbox earlier that evening, all of Jun’s fears had subsided. Money had arrived. Money that they needed…for the apartment and for the several thousand yen Jun had just spent at Hugo Boss.
Jun headed for the door, Nino standing up awkwardly to lean against the couch. He unlocked it, pushing it open to discover that LuvLotteMarines was just as attractive in person.
“KJAdachi83?” the guy asked, his voice a little scratchy. He’d arrived in a baseball cap, a green t-shirt, and some loose-fitting jeans, a cheap-looking pair of flip-flops on his feet. A backpack slung over one shoulder proved that he had every intention of staying overnight.
“Um, I’m the J. K is my roommate.”
“Cool.” The guy held out his hand. “Masaki.”
“Jun.”
“Cool, cool.” He smiled, big and bright. Perhaps he liked what he saw as much as Jun liked him.
“We’ve got some slippers for guests on the right there,” Jun said nervously, shutting and locking the door once LuvLotteMarines was inside. Jun followed him into the living room where Nino took a step forward.
“Hey, nice to meet you!” Masaki said, holding out a hand for Nino to shake. “What’s up?”
“The K is for Kazunari, but Nino is fine.”
Masaki seemed puzzled, but accepted it for now. Jun had simply given the guy their apartment number, so he wouldn’t have thought to check the mailbox and find the names “Matsumoto” and “Ninomiya” on them.
“Nino then. Cool.”
“Is this your first time using Swingr?” Jun asked, hovering a little in the hall where it split between their kitchen and living room.
“No, no, I’ve used it a few other times. How about you guys?” Masaki’s smile got bigger. “Ah, I don’t know why I asked, you’re both jumpier than a pair of frogs. I’m the first one, huh?”
“Yeah,” he and Nino admitted.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Masaki assured them. “No pressure, alright? I’m not a weirdo. Although I guess that’s what a weirdo would say, huh?” He let out a strange, breathy laugh. “Just…it’ll be alright, guys.”
Jun led the way, showing their guest around. Masaki seemed to like the bedroom, sitting on the mattress and bouncing a few times, letting out a perverted little cackle that put Jun off a bit. But he was still so attractive that Jun kind of hoped the guy would pick him instead of Nino for the so-called extracurricular activities. He hadn’t said anything in their messages about being interested in a threesome.
Showing him the bathroom and the kitchen and their small balcony, they ended up back in the living room. It was almost midnight already, and Jun saw that Nino’s eyes were drooping. He got tired when he drank sometimes.
“You’ll have to forgive us, but um, what are your expectations?” Jun asked gently, watching as Masaki took off his baseball cap and tossed it on the table, running a hand through his dyed-brown hair.
“Oh! Oh right!” And then the guy turned on his heel and ran back to the bedroom, leaving Nino and Jun in the living room.
Nino simply shrugged when Jun looked over at him. There wasn’t much to go on yet, was there?
But then Masaki returned with a DVD case. Maybe he wanted to watch porn together? The hairs on the back of Jun’s neck rose in nervousness. What if they weren’t into the same kinds of things? Then again, he wanted to get laid so bad that he’d probably sit through tentacle porn if it meant he’d get to touch what was hidden under their new guest’s t-shirt.
“Have you guys seen Free Willy?”
Jun and Nino paused, squinting at the DVD case. It was a rental, bearing only the name of ‘Chiba City Video’ and offering no other clues.
“Um, is that the one where the woman has that fetish for peeing in the ocean?” Nino asked nervously. “Or the one where the guy’s in that merman outfit but he still has a huge dick?”
Masaki blinked. The apartment became as silent as a tomb before Masaki turned the case over in his hand, looking at the cover. Seemingly convinced of something, he held it out again.
“No, it’s about a killer whale. It’s a kids movie.”
“Oh,” Nino said.
“Oh,” Jun said.
Masaki opened the case. “You guys have microwave popcorn? I can pay if you don’t think my fee for the room would cover shared snacks.” He took the DVD out, heading to their TV area. “Do you have a regular DVD player or should I put this in the Playstation here?”
“Hold on,” Jun said, holding up a hand. “Just…um, Masaki-san?”
“Yes?”
He took a breath, seeing that Nino was desperately trying to maintain his composure a few feet away. “Masaki-san, Nino and I were under the impression that you wanted to come over for…um, for something else.”
“Oh!” Masaki replied, chuckling. “Well, right! But I thought we could watch the movie first.”
“The kids movie?” Jun asked.
“I haven’t seen it yet, so if you have, I hope you won’t spoil it,” Masaki said, and Jun was astonished by what seemed to be his complete and utter sincerity.
“You want us to watch a kids movie together, the three of us,” Nino said. “You paid money to stay here overnight so we could watch a children’s film and then we would…you know…”
Masaki was still standing in front of Nino’s Playstation expectantly. “Are you saying you don’t want to watch a movie? I mean, I thought it would be fun, you know. That we could chill a while first before there was any sex.”
“Ummmm….” Jun trailed off, severely regretting his decision to take this man’s money, simply because he was hot. He felt like he was living in a bizarro world. “That’s…that’s very nice of you, but…”
“You know what, let’s put the movie on. I’ll go make popcorn.” Nino took charge, handing Masaki the remote. “Go ahead and use the Playstation to play it. Jun-kun, come help me find the microwave.”
Nino’s small, cold fingers clamped down around Jun’s wrist and then he was being yanked forcibly into the kitchen. Nino was shorter than him, backing Jun up against the refrigerator until his angry brown eyes were looking up, staring daggers at him.
“Let me know if you need any help!” Masaki called from the living room. “My microwave at home has a popcorn button, but it’s always like, thirty seconds too long! I’m good at timing that stuff!”
Nino’s angry look grew all the more intense. “Send him home,” Nino hissed quietly.
Jun rolled his eyes, whispering. “So he’s a little strange.”
“He wants to watch a movie for children before he fucks me.”
Jun shoved Nino away from him. “Who said he’s fucking you and not me?”
Nino shoved back. “You got up my ass about the feet guy, and this is what you allow into our home! This is what you allow when normally you won’t fuck someone unless they provide a current CV and three references!”
“You know what’s really good sometimes? If you’ve got seasoning salt!” Masaki shouted over the sound of the TV. “If you’ve got it, it should be good on popcorn. Or butter. Butter’s always fine!”
Jun and Nino were locked in battle, staring each other down, daring the other to make another move.
“He’s hot,” Jun finally grumbled.
“He is,” Nino admitted.
“If it’s a kids movie, it’s not that long. Because they have short attention spans and stuff. Scientific fact.”
“I get to choose the next guest,” Nino bargained. “And you are on recycling duty for the next week to make up for Free Willy. How the fuck am I going to get hard watching Free Willy?”
“You’ve gotten hard watching infomercials,” Jun whispered.
“Sometimes it’s a really good deal!” Nino whispered back.
“Hey guys!”
They turned around, nearly jumping out of their skins. Masaki had the remote in his hand, waving to them.
“If you don’t have any popcorn, it’s cool. I saw a Family Mart when I was walking from the train. I can go get something else?”
Nino moved first, opening one of the cabinets under the sink and knocking Jun in the leg with it. Hard. “Got a big bowl for the popcorn in here,” Nino said, Jun limping out of the way and ready to commit murder. Was there a word for it specifically? Murdering your roommate? Roommate-icide?
“Great!” Masaki said while Nino unearthed the bowl, opening another cabinet to find a box of popcorn.
“Let me get you a beer,” Jun said, trying to keep himself together.
He’d just have to sit through the movie. He’d just have to sit through the movie and then it could happen. He could get out of his funk. It wasn’t a drought, Jun knew. A drought implied that he didn’t have any offers at all. A funk, he thought, a funk just meant he hadn’t found the right offer. His funk would end. He would get laid. He just had to sit through Free Willy and he could get laid.
He had Mr. Funk-Stopper right here with his pretty face and his goofy laugh and that kissable mouth of his.
He grabbed a glass, pouring beer into it for his strange guest. Maybe Swingr wasn’t that bad, really.
Masaki leaned close, resting a warm hand at the base of Jun’s spine. “Tell me truthfully, Jun-san. I’m fairly certain they’re going to free him, based on the title, but sometimes you can’t trust Hollywood stuff. Do you think I’m getting my hopes up?”
Okay. Swingr was bad, Jun decided. Swingr was really bad.
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Jun’s contacts were burning. Not only was it after 1:00 in the morning, but he had spent the last fifteen minutes trying not to cry. And failing.
His nose itched, his face hurt, and his lip trembled. God, human beings were trash, Jun thought, sipping his beer as the whaling ships approached. When the fuck was this whale going to be safe? He’d been on pins and needles for the whole movie, listening to poor Willy’s panicking noises. This shit was meant for children!? When would Willy be free for good?!
Beside him Masaki was openly crying, shoving his salt and butter-sticky hand back into the massive bowl of popcorn. Nino had made far too much. And where was Nino now?
On the floor at their feet, snoring.
He’d started strong out of the gate, Jun had thought. While Jun had sat beside Masaki on the sofa, thinking perhaps he could make a move around the forty-five minute mark, perhaps an arm around the back of the sofa or a hand brushing against his thigh, Nino had opted for the floor. He’d somehow maneuvered himself so his back was against the sofa, his shoulders between Masaki’s spread legs.
But Nino’s plan had backfired. Half an hour into the movie he moved onto his stomach and by an hour in, he’d been completely out. “He’s going to miss it,” Masaki pointed out a short time later, sniffling. “He’s going to miss it, should we wake him?”
Jun, knowing that he could occasionally be a huge asshole, shook his head. “No, let him sleep. If he’s tired, we shouldn’t bother him.”
“Okay,” Masaki agreed.
There. Now Nino wouldn’t interfere.
The minutes ticked on, and the little boy told Willy that he only had to jump now and he could be free. With the music soaring, Jun shook a little, hearing Masaki crying beside him. “Come on, Willy,” he mumbled. Once you jump, the movie can end. And once you jump, I can finally get out of this funk. “Come on, Willy.”
Masaki reasonably assumed that Jun’s mutterings were sincere and heartfelt, and Jun soon found Masaki’s gross, buttery hand clasping his, squeezing tight. “Go Willy, go!” Masaki cheered quietly. “Oh Jun, he’s gonna jump!”
Masaki’s little triumphant gasp as soon as Willy leapt from the water went straight to Jun’s groin. Oh god, he thought, how desperate was he for sex?
Once Willy was free and had found his family, Jun didn’t really care about how gross Masaki’s hand was or how gross his own face had to be, likely all contorted and red and tear-streaked from being emotionally manipulated by a children’s movie. As the credits rolled and Michael Jackson started singing, Jun let go of Masaki’s hand.
Masaki looked over, reddened eyes adorable as he set the bowl of popcorn on the empty sofa cushion beside him.
“He’s free, Jun.” Masaki’s smile was rather endearing. “He’s finally free.”
“Terrific,” Jun said. “Let’s go.”
Taking a brief moment to dump a blanket on top of Nino, he pulled Masaki to the bathroom, leaving the TV on. They shut the door and washed their hands. And before Masaki could reach for the door handle, Jun was reaching for him.
Kissing him was like kissing a cube of salt, but he didn’t care. Right now, salt tasted perfect. “Whoa. Haha, okay then,” Masaki chuckled softly before leaning in and kissing him just as deeply in return.
Jun panicked a little when Masaki grew bolder, shoving his tongue into his mouth. God, did he have popcorn bits between his teeth? Everything about this was a little gross but…but well, he’d earned this, hadn’t he?
“Are we really going to do this in here?” Masaki asked.
“Do you want to?”
Masaki slipped his arms around him, holding him around the middle. “I’m pretty sure my Swingr profile says I’m down for whatever. You’re the first-time host, so I’ll let you decide.”
“Well, you’re the guest so let me be hospitable.”
It wasn’t the sexiest sex act Jun had ever performed in his life, but he could be grossed out later. He had Masaki shuck off his jeans and hideous neon orange boxer briefs. Jun made him sit on the edge of the bathtub, and he knelt between his legs, leaning forward to do what he’d wanted to do since he’d seen LuvLotteMarines’ profile picture.
Masaki leaned back, holding his shirt up and moaning when Jun’s tongue slowly moved up his abdomen. He was better than advertised, solid and strong. He showered his guest’s stomach with kisses, with teasing little swipes of his tongue. As his ministrations continued, he could feel Masaki’s erection thumping against his throat, desperate for him to move his mouth lower.
Masaki reached out one hand to grab hold of the tub’s faucet, fisting the fingers of his other hand in Jun’s hair. “Oh, you have to suck me off. You have to, you have to.”
Jun obeyed, following the dark trail of hair down, hearing Masaki’s appreciative moan as soon as he pressed a long, slow kiss to the head of his cock. With Masaki’s hand in his hair, dictating the pace, Jun took his hard cock in his mouth, knowing his knees were going to be pissed off come morning from kneeling on the cold, unforgiving tile of the bathroom floor.
He tickled up and down Masaki’s hips, across his thighs as he took as much of him into his mouth as he could, drooling unattractively and trying to ignore the lingering taste of popcorn and beer in his own mouth along with the slightly sweaty tang of dick. It was worth it, it was worth it. He breathed hard, hearing Masaki moaning and priding himself on his skills. Even as his jaw started to ache a little, he refused to stop, sucking harder.
Jun was just grateful Masaki didn’t call him “Willy” when he came, merely gasping, his fingernails scraping across Jun’s scalp as he bucked his hips gently, riding it out. When Jun raised his head, he saw a satisfied smile on his guest’s face.
“I’m so glad I sent you a message, Jun,” he said, breathing heavily.
Jun wiped his lip with his thumb, grinning. He ignored all of the weird shit that had transpired up until now. “Your room or mine?”
“Mine,” Masaki decided, shakily getting to his feet.
Jun’s knees cracked a little as he got up. Masaki didn’t bother to get dressed, picking up his jeans and boxers and leaving the bathroom. A quick peek revealed that Nino was still asleep, and Jun basked in his triumph, hiding a little fist pump as he followed Masaki into the third bedroom.
Masaki pushed his backpack onto the floor, digging around inside. “Hey, can I play with your ass while I blow you?”
Well, he was certainly straightforward, Jun thought. “Yeah, go for it.”
Jun stripped, seeing Masaki grin as he pulled a condom and some lube out of his bag. “You’re really hot.”
He blushed, shrugging. “I’m okay…”
Masaki shook his head. “No, you’re really hot. Like…’how are you on Swingr?’ hot. Like you should have a queue of people lining up to suck your dick.”
Life didn’t always work that way, Jun knew.
“I’m going to warn you. It’s been a while, so I’m not going to last long. I hope that isn’t reflected when you review us after your stay.”
“Sex drought, huh?” Masaki asked, and Jun narrowed his eyes.
“It’s not a drought.”
Masaki simply nodded. “Alrighty.”
Soon Masaki had him on his back, kissing him and making him forget the word ‘drought’ fairly quickly. Eventually Jun couldn’t take it anymore. “Whenever you wanna…you know…”
With a condom slipped around his fingers and his full lips sealed perfectly around Jun’s cock, the funk became nothing more than a memory. He gasped, hugging a small guest pillow as he reveled in the dual stimulation, Masaki’s hot mouth and tongue, the slow but firm press of his fingers inside him, stroking and stroking and stroking until Jun had no choice but to give in.
Seeing stars, Jun stared up at the ceiling, giddy and fulfilled. Finally. Finally!
Masaki curled up beside him, pressing a kiss to his neck, sucking a little at Jun’s skin. “Mmm, you have to let me come over again sometime. You guys are cool.”
“Sure,” he muttered. He felt so good, he’d probably agree to anything.
Was LuvLotteMarines paying to be where he was right now? Yeah. Did that still make Jun uncomfortable? Maybe it would tomorrow. But was he getting 40% off all of his new Hugo Boss merchandise? Fuck yes he was.
“This is your room for the night,” he mumbled. “I can go.”
“Nah,” Masaki said, pulling up the blanket and curling up behind him. “Let me get my money’s worth. I’m Big Spoon.”
“I’m always Big Spoon,” Jun protested.
But he was still feeling boneless, satisfied, allowing Masaki’s lean body to press up comfortably against him anyhow.
part two
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: In order, Aiba/Jun, Sho/Jun, Nino/Jun/Mizuhara Kiko, Ohno/Nino, Sho/Nino, Jun/Sho/Nino, and last but not least, !!! OT5 !!! (along with the mention of several other pairings and hook-ups along the way)
Summary: Roommates Nino and Jun aren’t having much luck renting out their apartment’s third bedroom on Airbnb. When they discover a strange new app that combines the rent-a-room-on-the-cheap business model of Airbnb with the hook-up mentality of Tinder, their lives will never be the same.
Notes/Warnings: I’m not joking with that NC-17 rating - I always go HAM when it comes to the KSP exchange! This story includes: sex (oral, anal, vaginal), handjobs, masturbation, one scene with a vibrator, one scene where condoms aren’t used, handcuff use, dirty language, characters that love pornography, threesomes, facials, and group sex. Still with me? Hope you’ll enjoy!!
It wasn’t until the sixth cancellation that month before Nino admitted the Airbnb thing wasn’t going to work out.
Well, Jun had been right when he’d said their listing was misleading. “Close to the SkyTree” was not exactly true. You could get there within an hour or so by taking the bus or a few trains, but Nino had initially argued that “closeness” was relative, and that some desperate room-seeking foreigners weren’t going to stare too long at a Google Map and realize their apartment was almost in Saitama. After all, they were closer to the SkyTree than someone in, say, Yokohama.
But foreign guests had not exactly come running to stay with them either way. The fact that neither he nor Jun spoke a language other than their native Japanese might have been another contributing factor in their Airbnb failure. That left only other Japanese people to stay with them - business travelers in Tokyo for the night, a random guy who once stayed over a couple nights while his building was fumigated for bugs.
The room simply wasn’t bringing in enough money. The nearest train station was ten minutes away on foot, though Nino could make it in seven if he timed it perfectly with the traffic lights. They’d spent more than they should have updating the room, putting in a new double bed, new sheets and blankets, a dresser, and (on Jun’s insistence) curtains. They’d bought extra bath towels, really nice ones that they bragged about on Airbnb. Very few takers, which really pissed Jun off because the guest towels were nicer than his own.
It had been almost six months now since their three-bedroom apartment had shrunk from three occupants to two. Nishikido’s relationship was still going strong, apparently because he’d found the one woman in Tokyo willing to put up with his lazy, whining ass. Much as Nino had found Ryo to be better than most roommates, Jun had been thrilled to see him go. Jun was kind of uptight when it came to using coasters and starting the washing machine after midnight.
But now that Ryo was gone, they were losing money. It would have been logical to simply advertise for a new roommate, but Jun wanted a break. With Ryo gone, it was quieter. Their schedules were more compatible with two rather than three. Jun worked days and occasionally weekends while Nino was on the late shift at the storage facility. They got their beauty sleep mainly while the other person was off at work.
The Airbnb thing had been a compromise, a way to bring in cash without having to add a stranger to the apartment more permanently. There were plenty of complaints Jun had about Nino, but he was at the very least a known quantity. Jun knew how Nino behaved, but you never knew with a third party. With Airbnb the stranger was only temporary, and the money went straight to their shared account which they used to pay the rent for the third bedroom.
It wasn’t like they got bad reviews. They weren’t on some Airbnb blacklist. From comments on their profile page, the only negative ones were about location and then one stray rant about Nino’s one-time microwave popcorn debacle. Location was what had sold them on the apartment in the first place-the banquet hall Jun worked for was a few stops away on the train while the 24/7 Super Store It facility was only four blocks off on foot. There was no way they could bear to move away themselves. It just wasn’t what most overnight travelers would call convenient, fancy towels or no.
The solution came to Nino one afternoon three Airbnb cancellations later. He was on one of his favorite porn sites, ready to ignore his financial problems for at least fifteen minutes (ten minutes if the moaning was halfway believable). He had everything he needed - a bottle of lube on the nightstand, a tissue box beside him, and the knowledge that Jun was working a wedding that afternoon and wouldn’t be back until late.
He was just clicking on his oddly-specific but undeniably intriguing chosen selection (Uncut Stud Holds Cherry Tomatoes In His Mouth While His Ass Is Claimed!) when an ad popped up before he could get to the culinary-themed erotica. He groaned in complaint, shaking his head as he opened the cap on his lube bottle. As a way to save some money, he’d recently downgraded to the ad-supported version of the site and he was really suffering lately.
“Where are my cherry tomatoes?” he grumbled at his laptop screen, squirting a bead of lube into his palm.
But the cherry tomatoes and the ass claiming were immediately forgotten as Nino sat through a forty-five second online ad that held all the answers. And then the actual video he’d planned to watch started. Nino knew he’d forget if he didn’t write it down, so he leaned forward to click the back button, thinking the ad would start again. It didn’t.
“Wait!”
He scrambled over to his nightstand, yanking open the drawer, desperately hunting for a pen. “Wait!” he shouted again uselessly as the camera panned over to a plastic container full of bright, dewy produce and the usual tacky music started to play. “Wait, wait, wait!”
He nearly got a paper cut digging under a stack of dirty magazines, managing to unearth a mechanical pencil. He hurriedly wiped the lube off his hand and onto some tissue, clutching the pencil in his other hand and nearly tumbling out of bed. “Wait, wait, wait!” he shouted, hurrying to his desk, not terribly concerned about being butt naked.
“Mmm,” came a voice from the video on his laptop, “let’s count and see how many of these yummy tomatoes Kentaro can take!”
“Shut up!” he shouted at the laptop, scrambling for a pad of post-it notes in the veritable disaster area that was his desk.
Finally he gave up on the post-its, scribbling what he needed onto the back of a Shukan Famitsu magazine. Kentaro was only on four tomatoes by the time Nino had written it down, twelve tomatoes by the time he had found his phone under a pile of dirty clothes and navigated successfully to the App Store and started his download.
“This is it!” he declared, pointing his phone at his computer. “This is it, Kentaro!”
Kentaro was too busy trying not to bite down on his mouthful of tomatoes as an enormous dildo was rammed into his ass. Nino shook his head, hearing the little ping when his download finished. He hoped Kentaro was paid well for his hard work.
“Ninomiya Kazunari,” he told himself, clicking on the new icon that appeared on his phone screen. “You are a genius!”
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“You are an idiot,” Matsumoto Jun declared several hours later, scrolling through the app with a disgusted look on his handsome face. “You can’t actually be serious about this. Where’d you find out about something like this?”
“On FuckPalace dot com.”
Jun sneered at him again. He’d always been a snob about his porn. A classy gentleman like Matsumoto Jun wouldn’t dare sink so low as to get his rocks off with a website like FuckPalace dot com. He was a member of some porno version of Pinterest with “curated” playlists and high production values.
Nino ignored Jun’s reaction, sitting closer to him on the sofa until he was practically in his lap. Jun had been Nino’s roommate for the last five years despite Nino’s many intrusions into what Jun liked to call his “me bubble,” and this was just one more bubble-popping argument.
“But Jun-kun, think about this logically,” Nino explained. “I spent half the day reading reviews, the frequently asked questions, all that good stuff. It’s totally safe. People are really using this.”
“It’s prostitution.”
“It’s not,” Nino complained, although the money aspect was admittedly a bit nebulous. “They’re paying for the room, not for the sex.”
Jun handed his phone back, getting to his feet. He smelled like wedding cake and booze, and Nino was still a little miffed that he hadn’t brought any leftovers this time. Jun had even bragged the other day about the twelve-tiered cupcake display that he and his co-workers were building to showcase all the sugary goodness. The one actual perk of his job, and he couldn’t be bothered to bring anything home because he was trying to “cut back on unnecessary calories” like sweets. It wasn’t like Nino was cutting back on anything, he thought bitterly.
“It’s shady as hell,” Jun said.
“It’s really not. The Swing Pad has the final swipe privilege.”
“The Swing Pad?” Jun shot back, narrowing his eyes.
“Hey, it’s their terminology,” Nino said, scrolling through the app again. “Come on, at least think about it. Why are we failing on Airbnb? Because we live in a shit location. But if we go with this service, location isn’t as important. And we can charge more because of the sex.”
“You know the people using this have to be slimy.”
Nino gaped at him. “Rude! You’re always so judgmental! And I know for a fact that you haven’t…”
Jun held up a hand to interrupt. “No. No, you can’t use that against me for…”
“…haven’t had sex in ages! Come on, Jun-kun, this is the answer to multiple prayers. The ‘we don’t have a roommate’ prayer as well as your sex drought.”
Jun scowled. “It’s not a sex drought. Don’t call it a sex drought!”
Nino knew for a fact that Jun’s standards were incredibly lofty. He didn’t like lazy people. He didn’t like clingy people. He didn’t like people he couldn’t talk about wine and books with, even one-night stands that he’d never see again. “I can just tell if they don’t read,” Jun always said with a shudder. His “About Me” section on Grindr was eight paragraphs long.
“Will you sleep on it and then check it out again in the morning?” Nino asked. “Please? If we try it once and don’t like it, we can delete the app, okay?”
Jun crossed his arms, still making a stink face. For all that Jun was stuck up and downright weird, Nino loved him in his own way. Even if Nino was a less than stellar roommate, Jun was the best possible one to have. First, he was incredibly attractive - broad-shouldered, athletic, a pretty face when he wasn’t scowling like he was right now. And second, he was just really nice (all of his various complexes and complaints notwithstanding) - he always cooked extra to make sure Nino didn’t subsist entirely on ramen, he kept the apartment to a certain tidiness standard, and he always paid his fair share. If Jun wasn’t on board, Nino would just have to accept it.
But Nino also knew that the money situation was starting to bite into Jun’s finances. Jun liked clothes…Jun liked really nice clothes, and the empty third bedroom problem was going to have him stuck in the Summer 2016 collections of his favorite designers for the next several seasons if they didn’t find a solution soon. Heaven forbid, thought Nino in his threadbare sweatpants and sriracha-stained Doraemon tee.
And of course, Nino knew about Jun’s incredible sex drive and how horribly the drought was affecting him. Sooner or later, Jun would probably be desperate enough to crawl into Nino’s bed again, even if the only wines Nino knew about were “red” and “white.” It had been a while since Jun had come that close to rock bottom, Nino remembered fondly.
Perhaps Jun was realizing the same thing. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as though this whole concept was still creeping him out. “Alright, what’s the name of it again?”
“S-W-I-N-G-R. Swingr.”
“So stupid.”
Nino smiled. “Yeah, I know.”
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By the time Nino returned from work two days later, entering the apartment just before 8:00 AM, Jun had come around.
He’d read through all the fine print on the Swingr website, which apparently was more detailed than what was available in the app. Swingr was a combination of Airbnb and Tinder, at least according to the promotional materials on the website. Singles or couples looking to rent out a room of their house or apartment for a period of time, the Airbnb part, combined with the hook-up mentality of Tinder.
Sex wasn’t necessarily a requirement…you really could just stay somewhere for an agreed-upon price, but all of the confessions and video testimonials on the site had implied that no strings attached sex with the host was pretty much the reason for its existence. Profiles were extremely customizable. They could list their own sexual preferences and interests, and hosts had the final say on approving an overnight guest. On the guest’s end, they were guaranteed a safe space to do whatever floated their boat without judgment and without the tacky environs or potential prying eyes of a low-budget love hotel.
Being at a disadvantage, their apartment not what anyone would describe as centrally-located, he and Jun decided to be more open and flexible than usual. They were both bisexual, and though most of their recent partners had been men, they decided it might be worth advertising their place as friendly to both men and women and to any other gender identities. A bigger guest pool meant they had more people to choose from.
He sat with Jun on the couch that morning, foregoing his usual morning sleep schedule in favor of setting up their Swingr profile, letting Jun type and be as overly detailed as he liked. They spent half an hour alone deciding on a screen name because Jun was Jun.
“Give Us Your Money 69,” Nino suggested, resting against the cushions comfortably. “All one word.”
“Nope.”
“Give Us Your Money Please,” Nino offered, waiting for Jun to look over before finishing. “69.”
“What about location?” Jun asked, ignoring his perfectly suitable idea. “Adachi83, since we’re both born in 1983? Then people will be clued in about our ages too.”
“Boring! Would you click on Adachi83?”
“How about something related to the third bedroom?”
“How about no.”
Jun sighed. “We can add our initials. JKAdachi83 is not taken. Ah, KJAdachi83 is also available.”
“Oh wow, I wonder why.” He prodded Jun’s thigh with his foot. “AnyHoleAnyTime69, final offer.”
“I’m putting us down for KJAdachi83.”
“Awwww!”
Their boring screen name chosen, Jun imported photos they’d put in their Airbnb profile. All tame, harmless shots of the third bedroom, the bed and the fancy blankets, Jun’s precious curtains. Photos of their living room and bathroom and kitchen. From there Jun continued with his irritating hunt and peck typing to fill in that “Roommate K” and “Roommate J” were interested in both men and women, that smoking was allowed so long as it was done on the balcony outside, and that free condoms would be provided.
“Who’s paying for that?” Nino complained.
“We’re splitting that,” Jun decided.
Jun checked the boxes that stated Roommate K and Roommate J were both available for sex, although Swingr wrote it a bit more obnoxiously, asking them to check the “Extracurricular Activities OKAY!” box.
“Hmm,” Jun mumbled, scrolling further down their profile page.
“Hmm what? Is it asking for us to upload dick pics? Because all of mine live in the cloud for quick accessibility.”
Jun rolled his eyes. Nino was fairly certain Jun had never sent a dick pic in his entire life. He was the kind of person who used proper punctuation in all his texts, too. “No, it’s asking if we’re open to ‘Extra-Extra Curriculars.’”
“And what the hell is that? If that’s super kinky stuff, please do not check the Roommate K box. I don’t have the emotional fortitude to shit on someone.”
“It’s not that,” Jun said. “It means that we’re open to threesomes and other multi-partner arrangements. As in you and me and the guest.”
Nino smiled. “Well, you obviously know what my answer is.”
Jun shook his head, chuckling. Nino very much enjoyed having sex with Jun. He was outstanding in terms of stamina and despite his me-bubble, he didn’t mind a post-coital cuddle. Jun was the one who preferred sleeping with people he didn’t already live with. Nino liked convenience. Jun did not like to be anyone’s convenience option. But an Extra-Extra Curriculars option meant that Nino could get Jun and a sexy stranger as a package deal.
“Come on, Jun-kun, you got to pick the screen name. And saying we’re open to threesomes doesn’t mean we’re committing to it.”
“Fine, fine.”
By lunch time KJAdachi83 was an active account with a shared email address he and Jun could both check for potential guests. Nino got off the couch, heading to the empty third bedroom and opening the door. He breathed in and out, satisfied.
“Let the games begin,” he murmured.
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User: KJAdachi83
Join Date: Today!
Arrangement: Swing Pad
Location: Adachi, Tokyo, JAPAN
SWINGRs: K (male) and J (male)
Seeking: Men, Women
Open to SWING?: Yes
Open to Long-Term SWINGs?: No
LGBTQA Friendly?: Yes
Pet Friendly?: No
About This Listing
Quiet residential neighborhood a few minutes’ walk from a park. Just steps away you’ll find local restaurants (ramen, soba) and bakeries. Public transportation links within 10 minute walk: from Yazaike Station, easily take the Nippori-Toneri Liner to Nippori and from there connect with the Yamanote Line or use the Keisei Main Line to Narita Airport.
Our Property
Three-bedroom apartment with one bathroom (you share with hosts). Apartment on fourth floor of five-story apartment tower (elevator available). External/outside entry.
Guest Accommodations
Type: Private room
Accommodates: 1
Bathroom: 1 (shared)
Bed Type: Double (mattress)
Smoking Policy: Outside on balcony ok
Amenities
Bedroom private. Shared kitchen, living room, bathroom. Washing machine available. Air conditioning.
About Your Host(s)
Two employed professionals, single, early 30s.
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Their Swingr account was full of spam email. That day Jun had already sent 47 emails with subject line variations about “get a bigger dick” pills into the trash. He still couldn’t quite believe that he’d agreed to this stupid plan.
Although he was a lazy guy who preferred to stay in the house, eating microwave meals and playing multiplayer games online that required him to wear a geeky headset and microphone, his roommate Nino was actually the more adventurous of the two of them, eager to try new things.
Nino practically lived online, whether he was home or at work. He worked a few blocks away at a 24-hour storage facility, serving as the night manager. When he wasn’t walking around ensuring that stuff was locked, he was in the manager’s office with his array of security cam screens, usually playing games on his phone.
When they’d first met, Jun knew that most of Nino’s hookups came through those games of his. He’d get up during the night to pee or get a drink of water only to overhear Nino in the living room dirty talking into his stupid headset, jacking off under a blanket and telling whoever the hell he was talking to that he was about to save the world by “coming all over your tits.” Nino was equal opportunity in case someone didn’t have breasts, switching up his noble speech and claiming he would instead ejaculate all over someone’s face.
At long last, Jun had grown sick of seeing Nino unashamedly masturbating in their living room, blanket or no. He’d told Nino about Tinder and Grindr and Scruff, and Nino stopped cyber-fucking his fellow party members while simultaneously grinding for gold. Nino actually left the apartment sometimes, meeting someone face to face.
Jun felt that Swingr was a bit of a regression, since Nino would now be able to fall back into his old stay-at-home habits. Why go out to a bar and play the field when someone could literally come to their apartment for a commitment-free hookup? And of course the best part was that said someone would be paying for the privilege.
But in the two weeks that they’d had a profile together on Swingr, they’d received only a handful of requests to “Crash” at their “Swing Pad.” Nino had been the one to say no to a middle-aged woman from Kanazawa. The middle-aged part hadn’t been the dealbreaker. They weren’t that closed-minded, and women that age could be amazing in bed. The picture she’d chosen to send them, however, had been the problem - a nude photo of herself masturbating with a cucumber had sealed the rejection.
Nino had given a tentative okay to a few, but Jun had been the one to decline them. One guy’s profile said he was 21, but a quick scan of Facebook (since he’d been dumb enough to reveal his full name in his request) proved that he was a first-year university student and had just turned 19. Being in his thirties, he just wasn’t too interested in the younger crowd. The last thing he wanted was for someone to show up and complain about having to write a term paper while they were getting intimate. Another guy wanted to just stay over with them and do ecstasy together. And another guy was into feet. Really into feet.
Jun was at the point where he felt that Swingr was a complete and total bust. Maybe they really ought to look for a third and permanent roommate, even if Jun didn’t like the idea much. With Nino away at work most nights, Jun slept well and with few interruptions these days. When Ryo had lived with them before moving out, he’d brought his girlfriend over almost every night. She’d made these really bizarre sex noises, and half the time it sounded like Ryo had been fucking a squeaky dog toy. Even the white noise machine in Jun’s bedroom hadn’t been enough to drown it out.
He was at a loss, knowing that if they really wanted to keep the apartment that he’d have to give up the freedom he’d only finally been able to enjoy. He’d have to get used to a new person in the kitchen getting in his way when he tried to make dinner. Another person’s stuff in their bathroom, another person’s hair in the shower. Another person’s quirks to adjust to.
And all of that, Jun admitted, would suck.
So perhaps it was a sign of something when he logged on again that evening and found a new message waiting for KJAdachi83. A sign that perhaps all hope wasn’t lost. He clicked on the request from LuvLotteMarines, pleased with what he found. The guy was from Chiba, not that far away really, which Jun thought was a bit odd, but his profile photo was excellent.
Lanky but athletic with a perfect suntan, a baseball cap a bit crooked on his head. He was outside, barefoot in the grass holding a bottle of beer. Shirtless and possessing a pair of abs that had Jun’s mouth watering. One shoulder was covered with a darker patch of skin, a birthmark Jun kind of wanted to lick as soon as he saw it. “Hi, I’m Masaki!” the guy’s message read, “You guys seem cool. Wanna hang out?”
Not allowing himself to be entirely lured in by the guy’s body and friendly smile, Jun did his due diligence, clicking through to LuvLotteMarines’ profile. Masaki, 33, Chiba. Interested in Men. Occupation: Restaurant Industry. No nude pictures, but he had plenty of others. At the beach with other faces blurred, Masaki holding a surfboard. Holding a basketball in another. A peace sign and a grin in front of the Glico Man neon sign in Osaka. A few pictures of food…perhaps the guy was a chef.
I’m a laid-back guy looking for a fun time!!!!!! Message me for other pictures lol lol
Scrolling through the rest of his profile, LuvLotteMarines had checked almost every single box relating to “extracurricular activities.” He was interested in just about everything, which made Jun raise a suspicious eyebrow.
He knew that he should wait for Nino to come home before he sent any replies. He knew that, and they’d agreed to that. Nino was off work tonight, out for beers with a former co-worker. He’d be back in an hour. But Jun thought about his credit card bill and the cable bill that had just arrived. And he thought about the 40% off Hugo Boss promotion that was expiring at midnight sitting in his personal email inbox.
He hit “Reply” and asked LuvLotteMarines to send more details, asking what night he wanted to stop by.
Jun received a response in five minutes.
Hey, thanks 4 reply!!!! Tonight okay??? I can leave right now!!!! I have cash and Paypal!!!!!
Jun’s eye twitched at the excessive punctuation, looking away from the message and back at the guy’s picture. The smile, the abs…the abs.
He let his dick decide.
-
Nino was pissed off as Jun had expected.
“You can do your mining another time.”
“It’s Minecraft. It’s called Minecraft, Jun-kun, and you very well know it is!”
Jun rolled his eyes, setting his laptop down. “Will you just look at his pictures? He’s hot.”
“And since when is that all Matsumoto Jun requires? That’s usually what Ninomiya Kazunari requires,” Nino seethed. “We promised that we’d decide together. I could have let the feet guy come and clean the fuzz out between my toes with his tongue, but no, you had to fucking veto it.”
Jun shut his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I know…”
“And we could have taken that young, precious college student and made a man out of him, but you said no to that too!”
“Nino, would you just look?”
Nino, still standing in the genkan scowling at him, finally stomped over to check out the screen. The angry look on his face slowly faded.
“He might be an axe murderer,” Nino mumbled, his heart not in it.
“He already paid. The PayPal confirmation already went through.”
“Axe murderers can sign up for PayPal,” Nino reminded him, his words trailing off as Jun clicked again on LuvLotteMarines’ profile picture, making it take up the laptop’s entire screen.
He could have sworn that Nino was about to start drooling. Jun hid a smile at Nino’s little huff of surrender.
“You invited him. So you have to clean up after him.”
With that, Nino disappeared into his bedroom to change out of his beer-smelling bar clothes, slamming the door behind him.
Within twenty minutes there was a buzz at the door. Jun’s stomach did a little flip-flop. All this time he’d been put off by Swingr. All this time he’d been the one convinced that there was something creepy and illegal about it, what with money changing hands. What with this guy being a complete stranger who was definitely coming over expecting to have sex with one or both of them.
But when the PayPal confirmation from one “Aiba Masaki” had come to their inbox earlier that evening, all of Jun’s fears had subsided. Money had arrived. Money that they needed…for the apartment and for the several thousand yen Jun had just spent at Hugo Boss.
Jun headed for the door, Nino standing up awkwardly to lean against the couch. He unlocked it, pushing it open to discover that LuvLotteMarines was just as attractive in person.
“KJAdachi83?” the guy asked, his voice a little scratchy. He’d arrived in a baseball cap, a green t-shirt, and some loose-fitting jeans, a cheap-looking pair of flip-flops on his feet. A backpack slung over one shoulder proved that he had every intention of staying overnight.
“Um, I’m the J. K is my roommate.”
“Cool.” The guy held out his hand. “Masaki.”
“Jun.”
“Cool, cool.” He smiled, big and bright. Perhaps he liked what he saw as much as Jun liked him.
“We’ve got some slippers for guests on the right there,” Jun said nervously, shutting and locking the door once LuvLotteMarines was inside. Jun followed him into the living room where Nino took a step forward.
“Hey, nice to meet you!” Masaki said, holding out a hand for Nino to shake. “What’s up?”
“The K is for Kazunari, but Nino is fine.”
Masaki seemed puzzled, but accepted it for now. Jun had simply given the guy their apartment number, so he wouldn’t have thought to check the mailbox and find the names “Matsumoto” and “Ninomiya” on them.
“Nino then. Cool.”
“Is this your first time using Swingr?” Jun asked, hovering a little in the hall where it split between their kitchen and living room.
“No, no, I’ve used it a few other times. How about you guys?” Masaki’s smile got bigger. “Ah, I don’t know why I asked, you’re both jumpier than a pair of frogs. I’m the first one, huh?”
“Yeah,” he and Nino admitted.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Masaki assured them. “No pressure, alright? I’m not a weirdo. Although I guess that’s what a weirdo would say, huh?” He let out a strange, breathy laugh. “Just…it’ll be alright, guys.”
Jun led the way, showing their guest around. Masaki seemed to like the bedroom, sitting on the mattress and bouncing a few times, letting out a perverted little cackle that put Jun off a bit. But he was still so attractive that Jun kind of hoped the guy would pick him instead of Nino for the so-called extracurricular activities. He hadn’t said anything in their messages about being interested in a threesome.
Showing him the bathroom and the kitchen and their small balcony, they ended up back in the living room. It was almost midnight already, and Jun saw that Nino’s eyes were drooping. He got tired when he drank sometimes.
“You’ll have to forgive us, but um, what are your expectations?” Jun asked gently, watching as Masaki took off his baseball cap and tossed it on the table, running a hand through his dyed-brown hair.
“Oh! Oh right!” And then the guy turned on his heel and ran back to the bedroom, leaving Nino and Jun in the living room.
Nino simply shrugged when Jun looked over at him. There wasn’t much to go on yet, was there?
But then Masaki returned with a DVD case. Maybe he wanted to watch porn together? The hairs on the back of Jun’s neck rose in nervousness. What if they weren’t into the same kinds of things? Then again, he wanted to get laid so bad that he’d probably sit through tentacle porn if it meant he’d get to touch what was hidden under their new guest’s t-shirt.
“Have you guys seen Free Willy?”
Jun and Nino paused, squinting at the DVD case. It was a rental, bearing only the name of ‘Chiba City Video’ and offering no other clues.
“Um, is that the one where the woman has that fetish for peeing in the ocean?” Nino asked nervously. “Or the one where the guy’s in that merman outfit but he still has a huge dick?”
Masaki blinked. The apartment became as silent as a tomb before Masaki turned the case over in his hand, looking at the cover. Seemingly convinced of something, he held it out again.
“No, it’s about a killer whale. It’s a kids movie.”
“Oh,” Nino said.
“Oh,” Jun said.
Masaki opened the case. “You guys have microwave popcorn? I can pay if you don’t think my fee for the room would cover shared snacks.” He took the DVD out, heading to their TV area. “Do you have a regular DVD player or should I put this in the Playstation here?”
“Hold on,” Jun said, holding up a hand. “Just…um, Masaki-san?”
“Yes?”
He took a breath, seeing that Nino was desperately trying to maintain his composure a few feet away. “Masaki-san, Nino and I were under the impression that you wanted to come over for…um, for something else.”
“Oh!” Masaki replied, chuckling. “Well, right! But I thought we could watch the movie first.”
“The kids movie?” Jun asked.
“I haven’t seen it yet, so if you have, I hope you won’t spoil it,” Masaki said, and Jun was astonished by what seemed to be his complete and utter sincerity.
“You want us to watch a kids movie together, the three of us,” Nino said. “You paid money to stay here overnight so we could watch a children’s film and then we would…you know…”
Masaki was still standing in front of Nino’s Playstation expectantly. “Are you saying you don’t want to watch a movie? I mean, I thought it would be fun, you know. That we could chill a while first before there was any sex.”
“Ummmm….” Jun trailed off, severely regretting his decision to take this man’s money, simply because he was hot. He felt like he was living in a bizarro world. “That’s…that’s very nice of you, but…”
“You know what, let’s put the movie on. I’ll go make popcorn.” Nino took charge, handing Masaki the remote. “Go ahead and use the Playstation to play it. Jun-kun, come help me find the microwave.”
Nino’s small, cold fingers clamped down around Jun’s wrist and then he was being yanked forcibly into the kitchen. Nino was shorter than him, backing Jun up against the refrigerator until his angry brown eyes were looking up, staring daggers at him.
“Let me know if you need any help!” Masaki called from the living room. “My microwave at home has a popcorn button, but it’s always like, thirty seconds too long! I’m good at timing that stuff!”
Nino’s angry look grew all the more intense. “Send him home,” Nino hissed quietly.
Jun rolled his eyes, whispering. “So he’s a little strange.”
“He wants to watch a movie for children before he fucks me.”
Jun shoved Nino away from him. “Who said he’s fucking you and not me?”
Nino shoved back. “You got up my ass about the feet guy, and this is what you allow into our home! This is what you allow when normally you won’t fuck someone unless they provide a current CV and three references!”
“You know what’s really good sometimes? If you’ve got seasoning salt!” Masaki shouted over the sound of the TV. “If you’ve got it, it should be good on popcorn. Or butter. Butter’s always fine!”
Jun and Nino were locked in battle, staring each other down, daring the other to make another move.
“He’s hot,” Jun finally grumbled.
“He is,” Nino admitted.
“If it’s a kids movie, it’s not that long. Because they have short attention spans and stuff. Scientific fact.”
“I get to choose the next guest,” Nino bargained. “And you are on recycling duty for the next week to make up for Free Willy. How the fuck am I going to get hard watching Free Willy?”
“You’ve gotten hard watching infomercials,” Jun whispered.
“Sometimes it’s a really good deal!” Nino whispered back.
“Hey guys!”
They turned around, nearly jumping out of their skins. Masaki had the remote in his hand, waving to them.
“If you don’t have any popcorn, it’s cool. I saw a Family Mart when I was walking from the train. I can go get something else?”
Nino moved first, opening one of the cabinets under the sink and knocking Jun in the leg with it. Hard. “Got a big bowl for the popcorn in here,” Nino said, Jun limping out of the way and ready to commit murder. Was there a word for it specifically? Murdering your roommate? Roommate-icide?
“Great!” Masaki said while Nino unearthed the bowl, opening another cabinet to find a box of popcorn.
“Let me get you a beer,” Jun said, trying to keep himself together.
He’d just have to sit through the movie. He’d just have to sit through the movie and then it could happen. He could get out of his funk. It wasn’t a drought, Jun knew. A drought implied that he didn’t have any offers at all. A funk, he thought, a funk just meant he hadn’t found the right offer. His funk would end. He would get laid. He just had to sit through Free Willy and he could get laid.
He had Mr. Funk-Stopper right here with his pretty face and his goofy laugh and that kissable mouth of his.
He grabbed a glass, pouring beer into it for his strange guest. Maybe Swingr wasn’t that bad, really.
Masaki leaned close, resting a warm hand at the base of Jun’s spine. “Tell me truthfully, Jun-san. I’m fairly certain they’re going to free him, based on the title, but sometimes you can’t trust Hollywood stuff. Do you think I’m getting my hopes up?”
Okay. Swingr was bad, Jun decided. Swingr was really bad.
-
Jun’s contacts were burning. Not only was it after 1:00 in the morning, but he had spent the last fifteen minutes trying not to cry. And failing.
His nose itched, his face hurt, and his lip trembled. God, human beings were trash, Jun thought, sipping his beer as the whaling ships approached. When the fuck was this whale going to be safe? He’d been on pins and needles for the whole movie, listening to poor Willy’s panicking noises. This shit was meant for children!? When would Willy be free for good?!
Beside him Masaki was openly crying, shoving his salt and butter-sticky hand back into the massive bowl of popcorn. Nino had made far too much. And where was Nino now?
On the floor at their feet, snoring.
He’d started strong out of the gate, Jun had thought. While Jun had sat beside Masaki on the sofa, thinking perhaps he could make a move around the forty-five minute mark, perhaps an arm around the back of the sofa or a hand brushing against his thigh, Nino had opted for the floor. He’d somehow maneuvered himself so his back was against the sofa, his shoulders between Masaki’s spread legs.
But Nino’s plan had backfired. Half an hour into the movie he moved onto his stomach and by an hour in, he’d been completely out. “He’s going to miss it,” Masaki pointed out a short time later, sniffling. “He’s going to miss it, should we wake him?”
Jun, knowing that he could occasionally be a huge asshole, shook his head. “No, let him sleep. If he’s tired, we shouldn’t bother him.”
“Okay,” Masaki agreed.
There. Now Nino wouldn’t interfere.
The minutes ticked on, and the little boy told Willy that he only had to jump now and he could be free. With the music soaring, Jun shook a little, hearing Masaki crying beside him. “Come on, Willy,” he mumbled. Once you jump, the movie can end. And once you jump, I can finally get out of this funk. “Come on, Willy.”
Masaki reasonably assumed that Jun’s mutterings were sincere and heartfelt, and Jun soon found Masaki’s gross, buttery hand clasping his, squeezing tight. “Go Willy, go!” Masaki cheered quietly. “Oh Jun, he’s gonna jump!”
Masaki’s little triumphant gasp as soon as Willy leapt from the water went straight to Jun’s groin. Oh god, he thought, how desperate was he for sex?
Once Willy was free and had found his family, Jun didn’t really care about how gross Masaki’s hand was or how gross his own face had to be, likely all contorted and red and tear-streaked from being emotionally manipulated by a children’s movie. As the credits rolled and Michael Jackson started singing, Jun let go of Masaki’s hand.
Masaki looked over, reddened eyes adorable as he set the bowl of popcorn on the empty sofa cushion beside him.
“He’s free, Jun.” Masaki’s smile was rather endearing. “He’s finally free.”
“Terrific,” Jun said. “Let’s go.”
Taking a brief moment to dump a blanket on top of Nino, he pulled Masaki to the bathroom, leaving the TV on. They shut the door and washed their hands. And before Masaki could reach for the door handle, Jun was reaching for him.
Kissing him was like kissing a cube of salt, but he didn’t care. Right now, salt tasted perfect. “Whoa. Haha, okay then,” Masaki chuckled softly before leaning in and kissing him just as deeply in return.
Jun panicked a little when Masaki grew bolder, shoving his tongue into his mouth. God, did he have popcorn bits between his teeth? Everything about this was a little gross but…but well, he’d earned this, hadn’t he?
“Are we really going to do this in here?” Masaki asked.
“Do you want to?”
Masaki slipped his arms around him, holding him around the middle. “I’m pretty sure my Swingr profile says I’m down for whatever. You’re the first-time host, so I’ll let you decide.”
“Well, you’re the guest so let me be hospitable.”
It wasn’t the sexiest sex act Jun had ever performed in his life, but he could be grossed out later. He had Masaki shuck off his jeans and hideous neon orange boxer briefs. Jun made him sit on the edge of the bathtub, and he knelt between his legs, leaning forward to do what he’d wanted to do since he’d seen LuvLotteMarines’ profile picture.
Masaki leaned back, holding his shirt up and moaning when Jun’s tongue slowly moved up his abdomen. He was better than advertised, solid and strong. He showered his guest’s stomach with kisses, with teasing little swipes of his tongue. As his ministrations continued, he could feel Masaki’s erection thumping against his throat, desperate for him to move his mouth lower.
Masaki reached out one hand to grab hold of the tub’s faucet, fisting the fingers of his other hand in Jun’s hair. “Oh, you have to suck me off. You have to, you have to.”
Jun obeyed, following the dark trail of hair down, hearing Masaki’s appreciative moan as soon as he pressed a long, slow kiss to the head of his cock. With Masaki’s hand in his hair, dictating the pace, Jun took his hard cock in his mouth, knowing his knees were going to be pissed off come morning from kneeling on the cold, unforgiving tile of the bathroom floor.
He tickled up and down Masaki’s hips, across his thighs as he took as much of him into his mouth as he could, drooling unattractively and trying to ignore the lingering taste of popcorn and beer in his own mouth along with the slightly sweaty tang of dick. It was worth it, it was worth it. He breathed hard, hearing Masaki moaning and priding himself on his skills. Even as his jaw started to ache a little, he refused to stop, sucking harder.
Jun was just grateful Masaki didn’t call him “Willy” when he came, merely gasping, his fingernails scraping across Jun’s scalp as he bucked his hips gently, riding it out. When Jun raised his head, he saw a satisfied smile on his guest’s face.
“I’m so glad I sent you a message, Jun,” he said, breathing heavily.
Jun wiped his lip with his thumb, grinning. He ignored all of the weird shit that had transpired up until now. “Your room or mine?”
“Mine,” Masaki decided, shakily getting to his feet.
Jun’s knees cracked a little as he got up. Masaki didn’t bother to get dressed, picking up his jeans and boxers and leaving the bathroom. A quick peek revealed that Nino was still asleep, and Jun basked in his triumph, hiding a little fist pump as he followed Masaki into the third bedroom.
Masaki pushed his backpack onto the floor, digging around inside. “Hey, can I play with your ass while I blow you?”
Well, he was certainly straightforward, Jun thought. “Yeah, go for it.”
Jun stripped, seeing Masaki grin as he pulled a condom and some lube out of his bag. “You’re really hot.”
He blushed, shrugging. “I’m okay…”
Masaki shook his head. “No, you’re really hot. Like…’how are you on Swingr?’ hot. Like you should have a queue of people lining up to suck your dick.”
Life didn’t always work that way, Jun knew.
“I’m going to warn you. It’s been a while, so I’m not going to last long. I hope that isn’t reflected when you review us after your stay.”
“Sex drought, huh?” Masaki asked, and Jun narrowed his eyes.
“It’s not a drought.”
Masaki simply nodded. “Alrighty.”
Soon Masaki had him on his back, kissing him and making him forget the word ‘drought’ fairly quickly. Eventually Jun couldn’t take it anymore. “Whenever you wanna…you know…”
With a condom slipped around his fingers and his full lips sealed perfectly around Jun’s cock, the funk became nothing more than a memory. He gasped, hugging a small guest pillow as he reveled in the dual stimulation, Masaki’s hot mouth and tongue, the slow but firm press of his fingers inside him, stroking and stroking and stroking until Jun had no choice but to give in.
Seeing stars, Jun stared up at the ceiling, giddy and fulfilled. Finally. Finally!
Masaki curled up beside him, pressing a kiss to his neck, sucking a little at Jun’s skin. “Mmm, you have to let me come over again sometime. You guys are cool.”
“Sure,” he muttered. He felt so good, he’d probably agree to anything.
Was LuvLotteMarines paying to be where he was right now? Yeah. Did that still make Jun uncomfortable? Maybe it would tomorrow. But was he getting 40% off all of his new Hugo Boss merchandise? Fuck yes he was.
“This is your room for the night,” he mumbled. “I can go.”
“Nah,” Masaki said, pulling up the blanket and curling up behind him. “Let me get my money’s worth. I’m Big Spoon.”
“I’m always Big Spoon,” Jun protested.
But he was still feeling boneless, satisfied, allowing Masaki’s lean body to press up comfortably against him anyhow.
part two