FIC: ARASHI: Twisting the Rules
Title: Twisting the Rules
Fandom: ARASHI
Pairings: Aiba/Ohno/Jun. (Implications of Aiba/Jun and Ohmiya in the background.)
Rating: NC-17, if a bit light by my usual standards.
Warnings/spoilers: If you're reading ARASHI fic, you probably know most of the warnings by now. Ie, this never happened, I've never met any of them, this is purely a work of fiction. Also, stupid fic is stupid and doesn't need realism in its porno. I shun the realism.
Author's Notes: Based on a conversation I had with aatash, which was basically, "Wow, Jun has been really bendy on Shukudai-kun lately! That'd be really kinda awesome as porno! Especially if it involved Aiba/Ohno/Jun!" Th-this is what I came up with. There is a reason I'm posting this in the middle of the night. The only decent part of this is the title, which is not mine. God bless Ho for being better with titles than me.
Also, because it is Meg's birfday and she deserves porno on her birfday. \o/
....
One of the unwritten rules of Arashi was that you never challenged Matsujun to a game of Twister, unless you had several hours to kill or actually liked losing.
Nino continued to try once in awhile, he was sure that eventually his hypermobility would let him win against Jun's more practiced flexibility, but it had yet to happen and the others had started refusing to play with them together anymore. Nobody wanted to spend the three hours it took for Nino to admit defeat, deal with a sore loser Ninomiya, or a smug winner Matsumoto.
Aiba kept swearing after every game that he was going to work on his balance with one of those Swiss balls until he got good enough to win once, but everyone assured him that it was fine to lose to Matsumoto in this, Matsumoto was just naturally that bendy.
Sho didn't particularly care much either way, he usually had to be bullied into playing otherwise he'd just man the spinner for the entire game and that was hardly any fun. Ohno only cared if they were going to get drunk before playing.
(Not that it mattered, Jun still won when they'd been drinking anyway.)
*
"Okay, next~~" Aiba called out, spinning the needle on the board again, "Right hand, blue!"
Almost languidly, Jun stretched his hand out to the nearest blue circle on the sheet, perfectly comfortable even though it forced him into a face up position. Ohno wobbled a little against him, stretching one arm over Jun's leg to reach an uncomfortable looking position, but not ready to fall just yet. Jun smiled at the look of focused concentration on Ohno's face.
"Are you still able to play, Leader?" he asked with only a little smugness.
Ohno's gaze drifted over to him, maybe just a little softened after reaching the right circle. "Mm, I'm fine."
"He definitely looks okay," Aiba said, flicking the needle again. "Next, left hand, yellow!"
"I don't know~" Jun said thoughtfully, his hand gliding over to the nearest yellow spot easily. "You look a little unsteady to me, Leader."
"No, no, he's definitely fine!" Aiba defended him with a laugh while Ohno wobbled a little and brushed closer to Jun as he found a workable yellow spot.
"Better than you, at least?" Jun teased, tipping his head backwards to look at Aiba upside down. "You hardly lasted more than ten minutes."
"Right, right~" Aiba made a vague gesture of apology in his direction, spinning the needle again. "Left foot, red!"
Jun had to sort of crabwalk a half step to the side to reach one of the red spots with his foot, but it wasn't much trouble. Ohno wobbled unsteadily as he tried to slide his foot backwards to reach the nearest red spot, tilting him against Jun more fully.
"Hey, hey, you don't get to lean on me, Leader!" Jun scolded with a laugh. "That's cheating!"
Ohno made an indistinct whining noise, but he straightened himself up, only pressing against Jun as much as their positions forced them to, and shot Jun a dirty look.
"Don't blame me," Jun said firmly, laughing a little when Ohno's expression took on a sudden twist of determination. "If you're going to try to win, you have to do it on your own."
Aiba leaned over to pat Ohno on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, Leader. He can't win forever. Okay, next is right hand, green!"
Jun gave Aiba a flickered glance, distractedly shifting to put his hand on a green circle. "Hey, since when are you against me, too?"
"Well, it's only natural, right?" Aiba said, reaching over to ruffle Jun's hair and getting a slightly more serious glare for it. "When everyone keeps getting beaten at something all the time, it's only natural to want them to win sometimes, too, right?"
He was about ready to snap out a reply to that, but Ohno had wiggled around to half-drape himself over Jun's lap, a suddenly noticeable heat off him radiating even through the layers of their clothes. He balanced precariously in his position, holding up his own weight so Jun couldn't actually complain that he was cheating, but bringing the two of them very firmly into contact, his chin coming to rest just on the inside of Jun's right thigh.
"H-hey, Leader," Jun said and shifted underneath him, scooting backwards as much as his position would allow, which wasn't nearly far enough. "You're kind of close...."
The twitching of Ohno's mouth into almost a smile was so brief, Jun wasn't even sure he'd really seen it, but the way Ohno's arm pressed a few millimeters higher against his leg was definitely not his imagination. Aiba perked up curiously behind the two of them and Jun could sense the grin of amusement spreading across his face as he saw how Ohno was leaning into Jun's space.
"If you're trying to win by--"
"Jun-kun is really good at this game, right?" Ohno said with a faint nod to himself and Jun could see a look Ohno's his eyes that he wasn't sure he liked. "So Jun-kun should be able to keep playing even like this."
Aiba was suddenly immediately behind him, not touching, but close enough that Jun could feel the heat of Aiba's breath against the side of his neck. "Leader's right, Matsujun. If it's you, you should be able to do this, right~?"
Jun narrowed his eyes at his bandmates, his fingers bunching the plastic sheet into little crinkles under his hands, and would have sworn the two of them had planned this if he thought either of them were actually capable of it. Ohno adjusted his balance again, a little higher against him, and Jun lifted his chin in renewed determination. "That's fine. Even like this I can still beat both of you."
Aiba's hands ghosted across his shoulders and down Jun's back, his soft laugh of delight sending a shiver along Jun's spine that he refused to show, and he heard the needle spinning across the board one more time. "Right foot, blue."
Jun slid his foot across the mat, carefully shifting his weight and holding very, very still when it splayed his legs open just wide enough that Ohno slid over him and settled between his knees, Ohno's arms on either side of him, barely even pretending to be on the right spots anymore.
"If you're not going to play properly--" he began tightly.
"Eh, that's not what we're playing anymore," Ohno said softly, his eyes lingering along the lines of Jun's collarbone. He leaned forward at the same time as Aiba, neither of them heavily enough to knock him over, but enough that every muscle he had tensed hard enough to make him tremble faintly, just once. "If you really want to be the ultimate Twister player...." His fingers danced lightly along Jun's side, settling just above his hip. "If you can do it while we...."
Jun took a deep breath, eyes closed and steadied himself, even as Aiba's hand was on his other side, sneaking underneath his loosened shirt.
"If Matsujun doesn't want to..." Aiba said, his thumb rubbing against a small spanse of skin just above Jun's jeans. "It might be too difficult for him, you know."
"Maybe you're right, it'd be way too hard for him, right? Maybe we should stop?" Ohno had his perfected sheepish look on his face, seemingly flawless no matter how closely most people looked, and Jun wasn't buying it for a second.
"You've been hanging out with Nino too much," he snapped. "He's a bad influence on you, Leader."
"Hmm, I wonder if that's so...."
Trying really very hard to resist the temptation to kick Ohno, Jun settled for nudging him sharply in the side with a knee. "Fine. You're both horrible influences on each other and you both have the same god-awful sense of humor." He stared hard at Ohno, jabbing him in the side one more time for good measure. "I still won't lose to either of you."
"Then let's see how good Matsujun's balance and flexibility really are!" Aiba cheered, spinning the needle again. "Left foot, red!"
Jun glanced around Ohno, trying to find the nearest red spot with his foot, and bit back an annoyed mutter when he couldn't reach the one closer to the middle because Ohno blocked the way. Instead he had to move it to the other side, stretching himself across the sheet a little further and he could manage it, but it let Ohno crawl a little closer to him, Ohno's hands sliding down the length of his thighs.
With a sudden horrible suspicion he tipped his head back to glance at Aiba looking thoughtfully back and forth between the spinner and the plastic sheet and summoned a truly nasty glare. "You did that one on purpose," he accused.
Aiba beamed at him--and Jun wondered if maybe his look didn't work as well upside down like this--and hit the spinner again. "Careful, Matsujun, even if you have your hands at feet in the right places, if you fall, it doesn't count! Okay, right hand, green!"
That one put him in a more steady position, his knees still bent a little uncomfortably, but at least his arms could support his weight properly now. Well, until Ohno's hands began deftly unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly, his fingers easily working their way down to brush against his bare skin. Jun breathed deeply and contented himself with thoughts of how he was going to destroy them after he won this game.
At least until Ohno had managed to somehow peel his jeans away from his hips and had them halfway down his legs, his mouth very suddenly and very hotly against Jun, closing over him with only a faint scraping of teeth along the underside of him. "Dammit," Jun hissed between clenched teeth and screwed his eyes tightly shut. "You've also been hanging out with Aiba too much, you know what a bad influence he is, too."
Ohno laughed softly against him, sending another curl of heat through Jun, and Aiba's hands were gentle against his back. "I thought you liked hanging out with me," Aiba pouted in his ear, the obvious smile in his voice ruining the effect.
"I'm not susceptible to your bad behavior like Leader is," Jun said as lofty as he could manage. Ohno's mouth suddenly closed harder over him and he slid along Jun's length with lips and his fingers circling around him tightly and Jun had to fight the urge to drop to the sheet and push into that wet heat. Jun wasn't sure if he could have managed not to on his own, but Ohno's hands suddenly supporting him from underneath helped and he held his position. "Nngghffrmmm," he muttered. (He was certain the mangled curse was still easy enough to decode.)
It was almost another minute before Aiba called out the next one and he wasn't sure if it was because Aiba was a complete and utter bastard, waiting for him to explode because of the rather spectacular blowjob Ohno was performing, or if he was nice enough to let Jun enjoy it for a little while before continuing. He suspected it was both.
"Next is... left foot, blue!"
Jun brought his left foot in towards Ohno, bringing his knees in just close enough that Ohno could distractedly shove his jeans all the way free (well, he had to lift his foot off the mat for a brief second, but everyone seemed to agree that wasn't against the rules this time) and managed not to shake half as much as he thought he would. He was definitely sure Aiba was picking spots on purpose now, but it was a little hard to complain with Ohno's mouth still so very hot on him and trying to hold himself still.
"Right hand, green."
Jun shifted properly, opening his eyes only long enough to find the green circle and wait for Aiba to call the next spot, then shutting them tightly against Ohno's assault on him. By the time he was so achingly hard and refusing to give in that he might just break something, every muscle he had screaming in protest as he contorted into nearly every position possible, Ohno easily following along, matching him move for move, he had moved through the next six or seven turns. Aiba had gone from teasing to supportive to a little awed at Jun's determination, scooting close enough that he could catch Jun if finally fell.
"Uwaaaaaah," Aiba said, impressed. "Matsujun is definitely the king of this game! I didn't think anyone could actually bend themselves into those positions outside of that kind of video!"
"I'm really not sure if that's a compliment or not," Jun hissed between his teeth.
"Definitely a compliment!" Aiba said with enthusiasm. "You look really, really hot like that, Jun-chan." Aiba was close enough to feel more than just the heat off his body and it was hard not to lean into him when Aiba tilted forward to toss something to Ohno. "Ne, Leader, here, use this!"
Ohno looked up from Jun's lap barely in time to avoid being smacked in the head with the small tube and Jun had to crane his neck to see what it was. "....what the hell," he seethed. "Why do you have that with you? If you fucking planned--"
The only two things that saved Aiba from Jun twisting around to beat the shit out of him were that Ohno murmured "Hmm, okay." as he was slicking up his fingers to push into Jun in a truly astonishingly short amount of time and that Aiba crouched forward press flush against Jun's back, supporting his weight on Aiba's knees instead of letting him fall to the floor at the surprise intrusion. "Never go anywhere unprepared~~" Aiba hummed softly in his ear while Jun dug his fingers tightly into a death grip on Aiba's sleeves.
"You fucking liar," Jun hissed and Aiba laughed. He tried pushing himself up into a slightly less awkward position, but only got halfway before Ohno's fingers were pushing deep and suddenly sharp. "You fucking planned th-- Ow, fuck--"
"Eh? What's wrong?" Ohno looked up in surprise when Jun swore with real venom and pulled back from him. "Did that--"
"Ow, ow, fingernails fingernails fingernails ow ow fuck pull them out now or I am going to kill you, Leader, ow, fuck--"
Ohno pulled free and curiously held up his hand for examination. "Does it really hurt?" He turned his hand back and forth a few times, peering closely at the untrimmed nails. "I just thought Nino was being whiny when he complained last time."
"Tell me," Jun growled, sitting up and this time giving Ohno a sharp kick in the leg as best he could, "that you at least disinfected that hand after using it on Ninomiya. Because I will be happy to boil it clean for you if you haven't."
"Um, well...."
"It's not really so bad, is it?" Aiba said sunnily, ignoring the dark look Jun turned on him, too. He leaned against Jun's back, curling them both forward enough for his long arms to reach down the length of Jun's body, closing around Jun's length and stroking firmly again. "Here, I'll help! Leader, hand me that."
Any protest Jun tried to make was lost when Aiba's hand twisted on him, his thumb swiping firmly across the head of Jun's cock, before stroking back down again and when Aiba's free hand somehow slid down underneath him and found its target, circling once before pressing in. (Aiba was some sort of inhuman genius when it came to sex, Jun had long ago decided. There was no reasonable way he could have slicked his hand up already and there should be no way the three of them weren't a giant tangle of sprained joints and bruised limbs from this position, but somehow Aiba's fingers were pressing deep and stretching him properly. Somehow that was just Aiba for you.)
Ohno easily picked up the rhythm with Aiba, shifting Jun's legs so that he was balanced carefully between the two of them, bent at a bit of an angle, but not caring as Ohno's nails now scraped softly against the inside of his thighs and higher, Jun's breath starting to come harder to him now, and he sort of had to forgive them for being idiot bastards. He pressed his knees against Ohno's sides again, encouraging him forward with a soft, pleased sound that also had Aiba laughing with soft delight in his ear again.
It wasn't long before he was ready and murmuring for Ohno to keep going, nudging him gently with one foot from behind, not sure when Ohno's own pants had disappeared (maybe he really was hanging out with Aiba too much) but too pleased with the slow, hot slide into him to give it another thought.
Ohno made a faint, low noise in the back of his throat and Jun couldn't answer as he arched into it as much as he could, and Aiba hummed happily, his hand still firmly stroking Jun to distract him from the burn of the entry. "Jun-chan feels really good, doesn't he, Captain? He's amazing."
For all Jun knew, Aiba was just flattering him so as not to be killed later or because Aiba knew it was the way to put him in the right mood, but he still quietly delighted in the attention, easing up on the way he was digging his own nails into Aiba's arms. They spent a quiet moment in stillness, just breathing and adjusting, only Aiba's hand moving gently against Jun, before Ohno seemed to come back to awareness and into motion again. He pulled back only to push forward again, even further this time and Jun gave a long, breathy sigh, unable to quite catch it again as Aiba's rhythm on his cock sped up to match Ohno's increasing pace, the two of them working in tandem to push him ever closer to the edge.
It was several long, heated moments of his own heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears and the heat of Ohno inside him and Aiba's hand pulling him ruthlessly forward, before he finally exploded over the edge with a white-hot intensity.
As he lazily floated back downwards, only vaguely aware of the two of them propping him up and cleaning up the sticky mess, Jun let them stay inside his personal space, letting his head loll into the crook of Aiba's neck as he let everything settle again. "I really should kill the two of you," he said, still hazy and unfocused.
Aiba's chin dug faintly into the crown of his head, not nearly hard enough to hurt. "Arashi's popularity would probably go down if you did."
Ohno nodded thoughtfully along. "Nn. And you'd have to deal with Nino by yourself."
Sitting up properly and stretching, Jun made at face at that idea. "I should still do something horrible to you two idiots. But luckily I'm in a good mood tonight."
"Really? Maybe more often we should--"
Casually, Jun pushed Aiba away with a shove directly to his face and went to look for his pants. "I need a shower. Oi, Leader, after that, you want to go get something to eat? That idiot is paying."
Ohno brightened a little. "Yeah, okay."
"Hey! I never said--"
"You have to take a shower first, too, though," Jun said firmly, yanking his jeans on as best he could with protesting muscles. "You smell exactly like I do."
"Okay," Ohno said sleepily, but Jun knew he wouldn't drift off for awhile yet. "Do you want to go first?"
"Why do you always ignore me right after--"
"Yeah," Jun said and gathered up his things. "I'll think about leaving some hot water for you."
Ohno nodded slowly once and shuffled lazily over the couch to slump into it while Jun sharply kicked Aiba in the shin on his way to the shower, ignoring the rest of his sulky protests.
Fandom: ARASHI
Pairings: Aiba/Ohno/Jun. (Implications of Aiba/Jun and Ohmiya in the background.)
Rating: NC-17, if a bit light by my usual standards.
Warnings/spoilers: If you're reading ARASHI fic, you probably know most of the warnings by now. Ie, this never happened, I've never met any of them, this is purely a work of fiction. Also, stupid fic is stupid and doesn't need realism in its porno. I shun the realism.
Author's Notes: Based on a conversation I had with aatash, which was basically, "Wow, Jun has been really bendy on Shukudai-kun lately! That'd be really kinda awesome as porno! Especially if it involved Aiba/Ohno/Jun!" Th-this is what I came up with. There is a reason I'm posting this in the middle of the night. The only decent part of this is the title, which is not mine. God bless Ho for being better with titles than me.
Also, because it is Meg's birfday and she deserves porno on her birfday. \o/
....
One of the unwritten rules of Arashi was that you never challenged Matsujun to a game of Twister, unless you had several hours to kill or actually liked losing.
Nino continued to try once in awhile, he was sure that eventually his hypermobility would let him win against Jun's more practiced flexibility, but it had yet to happen and the others had started refusing to play with them together anymore. Nobody wanted to spend the three hours it took for Nino to admit defeat, deal with a sore loser Ninomiya, or a smug winner Matsumoto.
Aiba kept swearing after every game that he was going to work on his balance with one of those Swiss balls until he got good enough to win once, but everyone assured him that it was fine to lose to Matsumoto in this, Matsumoto was just naturally that bendy.
Sho didn't particularly care much either way, he usually had to be bullied into playing otherwise he'd just man the spinner for the entire game and that was hardly any fun. Ohno only cared if they were going to get drunk before playing.
(Not that it mattered, Jun still won when they'd been drinking anyway.)
*
"Okay, next~~" Aiba called out, spinning the needle on the board again, "Right hand, blue!"
Almost languidly, Jun stretched his hand out to the nearest blue circle on the sheet, perfectly comfortable even though it forced him into a face up position. Ohno wobbled a little against him, stretching one arm over Jun's leg to reach an uncomfortable looking position, but not ready to fall just yet. Jun smiled at the look of focused concentration on Ohno's face.
"Are you still able to play, Leader?" he asked with only a little smugness.
Ohno's gaze drifted over to him, maybe just a little softened after reaching the right circle. "Mm, I'm fine."
"He definitely looks okay," Aiba said, flicking the needle again. "Next, left hand, yellow!"
"I don't know~" Jun said thoughtfully, his hand gliding over to the nearest yellow spot easily. "You look a little unsteady to me, Leader."
"No, no, he's definitely fine!" Aiba defended him with a laugh while Ohno wobbled a little and brushed closer to Jun as he found a workable yellow spot.
"Better than you, at least?" Jun teased, tipping his head backwards to look at Aiba upside down. "You hardly lasted more than ten minutes."
"Right, right~" Aiba made a vague gesture of apology in his direction, spinning the needle again. "Left foot, red!"
Jun had to sort of crabwalk a half step to the side to reach one of the red spots with his foot, but it wasn't much trouble. Ohno wobbled unsteadily as he tried to slide his foot backwards to reach the nearest red spot, tilting him against Jun more fully.
"Hey, hey, you don't get to lean on me, Leader!" Jun scolded with a laugh. "That's cheating!"
Ohno made an indistinct whining noise, but he straightened himself up, only pressing against Jun as much as their positions forced them to, and shot Jun a dirty look.
"Don't blame me," Jun said firmly, laughing a little when Ohno's expression took on a sudden twist of determination. "If you're going to try to win, you have to do it on your own."
Aiba leaned over to pat Ohno on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, Leader. He can't win forever. Okay, next is right hand, green!"
Jun gave Aiba a flickered glance, distractedly shifting to put his hand on a green circle. "Hey, since when are you against me, too?"
"Well, it's only natural, right?" Aiba said, reaching over to ruffle Jun's hair and getting a slightly more serious glare for it. "When everyone keeps getting beaten at something all the time, it's only natural to want them to win sometimes, too, right?"
He was about ready to snap out a reply to that, but Ohno had wiggled around to half-drape himself over Jun's lap, a suddenly noticeable heat off him radiating even through the layers of their clothes. He balanced precariously in his position, holding up his own weight so Jun couldn't actually complain that he was cheating, but bringing the two of them very firmly into contact, his chin coming to rest just on the inside of Jun's right thigh.
"H-hey, Leader," Jun said and shifted underneath him, scooting backwards as much as his position would allow, which wasn't nearly far enough. "You're kind of close...."
The twitching of Ohno's mouth into almost a smile was so brief, Jun wasn't even sure he'd really seen it, but the way Ohno's arm pressed a few millimeters higher against his leg was definitely not his imagination. Aiba perked up curiously behind the two of them and Jun could sense the grin of amusement spreading across his face as he saw how Ohno was leaning into Jun's space.
"If you're trying to win by--"
"Jun-kun is really good at this game, right?" Ohno said with a faint nod to himself and Jun could see a look Ohno's his eyes that he wasn't sure he liked. "So Jun-kun should be able to keep playing even like this."
Aiba was suddenly immediately behind him, not touching, but close enough that Jun could feel the heat of Aiba's breath against the side of his neck. "Leader's right, Matsujun. If it's you, you should be able to do this, right~?"
Jun narrowed his eyes at his bandmates, his fingers bunching the plastic sheet into little crinkles under his hands, and would have sworn the two of them had planned this if he thought either of them were actually capable of it. Ohno adjusted his balance again, a little higher against him, and Jun lifted his chin in renewed determination. "That's fine. Even like this I can still beat both of you."
Aiba's hands ghosted across his shoulders and down Jun's back, his soft laugh of delight sending a shiver along Jun's spine that he refused to show, and he heard the needle spinning across the board one more time. "Right foot, blue."
Jun slid his foot across the mat, carefully shifting his weight and holding very, very still when it splayed his legs open just wide enough that Ohno slid over him and settled between his knees, Ohno's arms on either side of him, barely even pretending to be on the right spots anymore.
"If you're not going to play properly--" he began tightly.
"Eh, that's not what we're playing anymore," Ohno said softly, his eyes lingering along the lines of Jun's collarbone. He leaned forward at the same time as Aiba, neither of them heavily enough to knock him over, but enough that every muscle he had tensed hard enough to make him tremble faintly, just once. "If you really want to be the ultimate Twister player...." His fingers danced lightly along Jun's side, settling just above his hip. "If you can do it while we...."
Jun took a deep breath, eyes closed and steadied himself, even as Aiba's hand was on his other side, sneaking underneath his loosened shirt.
"If Matsujun doesn't want to..." Aiba said, his thumb rubbing against a small spanse of skin just above Jun's jeans. "It might be too difficult for him, you know."
"Maybe you're right, it'd be way too hard for him, right? Maybe we should stop?" Ohno had his perfected sheepish look on his face, seemingly flawless no matter how closely most people looked, and Jun wasn't buying it for a second.
"You've been hanging out with Nino too much," he snapped. "He's a bad influence on you, Leader."
"Hmm, I wonder if that's so...."
Trying really very hard to resist the temptation to kick Ohno, Jun settled for nudging him sharply in the side with a knee. "Fine. You're both horrible influences on each other and you both have the same god-awful sense of humor." He stared hard at Ohno, jabbing him in the side one more time for good measure. "I still won't lose to either of you."
"Then let's see how good Matsujun's balance and flexibility really are!" Aiba cheered, spinning the needle again. "Left foot, red!"
Jun glanced around Ohno, trying to find the nearest red spot with his foot, and bit back an annoyed mutter when he couldn't reach the one closer to the middle because Ohno blocked the way. Instead he had to move it to the other side, stretching himself across the sheet a little further and he could manage it, but it let Ohno crawl a little closer to him, Ohno's hands sliding down the length of his thighs.
With a sudden horrible suspicion he tipped his head back to glance at Aiba looking thoughtfully back and forth between the spinner and the plastic sheet and summoned a truly nasty glare. "You did that one on purpose," he accused.
Aiba beamed at him--and Jun wondered if maybe his look didn't work as well upside down like this--and hit the spinner again. "Careful, Matsujun, even if you have your hands at feet in the right places, if you fall, it doesn't count! Okay, right hand, green!"
That one put him in a more steady position, his knees still bent a little uncomfortably, but at least his arms could support his weight properly now. Well, until Ohno's hands began deftly unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly, his fingers easily working their way down to brush against his bare skin. Jun breathed deeply and contented himself with thoughts of how he was going to destroy them after he won this game.
At least until Ohno had managed to somehow peel his jeans away from his hips and had them halfway down his legs, his mouth very suddenly and very hotly against Jun, closing over him with only a faint scraping of teeth along the underside of him. "Dammit," Jun hissed between clenched teeth and screwed his eyes tightly shut. "You've also been hanging out with Aiba too much, you know what a bad influence he is, too."
Ohno laughed softly against him, sending another curl of heat through Jun, and Aiba's hands were gentle against his back. "I thought you liked hanging out with me," Aiba pouted in his ear, the obvious smile in his voice ruining the effect.
"I'm not susceptible to your bad behavior like Leader is," Jun said as lofty as he could manage. Ohno's mouth suddenly closed harder over him and he slid along Jun's length with lips and his fingers circling around him tightly and Jun had to fight the urge to drop to the sheet and push into that wet heat. Jun wasn't sure if he could have managed not to on his own, but Ohno's hands suddenly supporting him from underneath helped and he held his position. "Nngghffrmmm," he muttered. (He was certain the mangled curse was still easy enough to decode.)
It was almost another minute before Aiba called out the next one and he wasn't sure if it was because Aiba was a complete and utter bastard, waiting for him to explode because of the rather spectacular blowjob Ohno was performing, or if he was nice enough to let Jun enjoy it for a little while before continuing. He suspected it was both.
"Next is... left foot, blue!"
Jun brought his left foot in towards Ohno, bringing his knees in just close enough that Ohno could distractedly shove his jeans all the way free (well, he had to lift his foot off the mat for a brief second, but everyone seemed to agree that wasn't against the rules this time) and managed not to shake half as much as he thought he would. He was definitely sure Aiba was picking spots on purpose now, but it was a little hard to complain with Ohno's mouth still so very hot on him and trying to hold himself still.
"Right hand, green."
Jun shifted properly, opening his eyes only long enough to find the green circle and wait for Aiba to call the next spot, then shutting them tightly against Ohno's assault on him. By the time he was so achingly hard and refusing to give in that he might just break something, every muscle he had screaming in protest as he contorted into nearly every position possible, Ohno easily following along, matching him move for move, he had moved through the next six or seven turns. Aiba had gone from teasing to supportive to a little awed at Jun's determination, scooting close enough that he could catch Jun if finally fell.
"Uwaaaaaah," Aiba said, impressed. "Matsujun is definitely the king of this game! I didn't think anyone could actually bend themselves into those positions outside of that kind of video!"
"I'm really not sure if that's a compliment or not," Jun hissed between his teeth.
"Definitely a compliment!" Aiba said with enthusiasm. "You look really, really hot like that, Jun-chan." Aiba was close enough to feel more than just the heat off his body and it was hard not to lean into him when Aiba tilted forward to toss something to Ohno. "Ne, Leader, here, use this!"
Ohno looked up from Jun's lap barely in time to avoid being smacked in the head with the small tube and Jun had to crane his neck to see what it was. "....what the hell," he seethed. "Why do you have that with you? If you fucking planned--"
The only two things that saved Aiba from Jun twisting around to beat the shit out of him were that Ohno murmured "Hmm, okay." as he was slicking up his fingers to push into Jun in a truly astonishingly short amount of time and that Aiba crouched forward press flush against Jun's back, supporting his weight on Aiba's knees instead of letting him fall to the floor at the surprise intrusion. "Never go anywhere unprepared~~" Aiba hummed softly in his ear while Jun dug his fingers tightly into a death grip on Aiba's sleeves.
"You fucking liar," Jun hissed and Aiba laughed. He tried pushing himself up into a slightly less awkward position, but only got halfway before Ohno's fingers were pushing deep and suddenly sharp. "You fucking planned th-- Ow, fuck--"
"Eh? What's wrong?" Ohno looked up in surprise when Jun swore with real venom and pulled back from him. "Did that--"
"Ow, ow, fingernails fingernails fingernails ow ow fuck pull them out now or I am going to kill you, Leader, ow, fuck--"
Ohno pulled free and curiously held up his hand for examination. "Does it really hurt?" He turned his hand back and forth a few times, peering closely at the untrimmed nails. "I just thought Nino was being whiny when he complained last time."
"Tell me," Jun growled, sitting up and this time giving Ohno a sharp kick in the leg as best he could, "that you at least disinfected that hand after using it on Ninomiya. Because I will be happy to boil it clean for you if you haven't."
"Um, well...."
"It's not really so bad, is it?" Aiba said sunnily, ignoring the dark look Jun turned on him, too. He leaned against Jun's back, curling them both forward enough for his long arms to reach down the length of Jun's body, closing around Jun's length and stroking firmly again. "Here, I'll help! Leader, hand me that."
Any protest Jun tried to make was lost when Aiba's hand twisted on him, his thumb swiping firmly across the head of Jun's cock, before stroking back down again and when Aiba's free hand somehow slid down underneath him and found its target, circling once before pressing in. (Aiba was some sort of inhuman genius when it came to sex, Jun had long ago decided. There was no reasonable way he could have slicked his hand up already and there should be no way the three of them weren't a giant tangle of sprained joints and bruised limbs from this position, but somehow Aiba's fingers were pressing deep and stretching him properly. Somehow that was just Aiba for you.)
Ohno easily picked up the rhythm with Aiba, shifting Jun's legs so that he was balanced carefully between the two of them, bent at a bit of an angle, but not caring as Ohno's nails now scraped softly against the inside of his thighs and higher, Jun's breath starting to come harder to him now, and he sort of had to forgive them for being idiot bastards. He pressed his knees against Ohno's sides again, encouraging him forward with a soft, pleased sound that also had Aiba laughing with soft delight in his ear again.
It wasn't long before he was ready and murmuring for Ohno to keep going, nudging him gently with one foot from behind, not sure when Ohno's own pants had disappeared (maybe he really was hanging out with Aiba too much) but too pleased with the slow, hot slide into him to give it another thought.
Ohno made a faint, low noise in the back of his throat and Jun couldn't answer as he arched into it as much as he could, and Aiba hummed happily, his hand still firmly stroking Jun to distract him from the burn of the entry. "Jun-chan feels really good, doesn't he, Captain? He's amazing."
For all Jun knew, Aiba was just flattering him so as not to be killed later or because Aiba knew it was the way to put him in the right mood, but he still quietly delighted in the attention, easing up on the way he was digging his own nails into Aiba's arms. They spent a quiet moment in stillness, just breathing and adjusting, only Aiba's hand moving gently against Jun, before Ohno seemed to come back to awareness and into motion again. He pulled back only to push forward again, even further this time and Jun gave a long, breathy sigh, unable to quite catch it again as Aiba's rhythm on his cock sped up to match Ohno's increasing pace, the two of them working in tandem to push him ever closer to the edge.
It was several long, heated moments of his own heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears and the heat of Ohno inside him and Aiba's hand pulling him ruthlessly forward, before he finally exploded over the edge with a white-hot intensity.
As he lazily floated back downwards, only vaguely aware of the two of them propping him up and cleaning up the sticky mess, Jun let them stay inside his personal space, letting his head loll into the crook of Aiba's neck as he let everything settle again. "I really should kill the two of you," he said, still hazy and unfocused.
Aiba's chin dug faintly into the crown of his head, not nearly hard enough to hurt. "Arashi's popularity would probably go down if you did."
Ohno nodded thoughtfully along. "Nn. And you'd have to deal with Nino by yourself."
Sitting up properly and stretching, Jun made at face at that idea. "I should still do something horrible to you two idiots. But luckily I'm in a good mood tonight."
"Really? Maybe more often we should--"
Casually, Jun pushed Aiba away with a shove directly to his face and went to look for his pants. "I need a shower. Oi, Leader, after that, you want to go get something to eat? That idiot is paying."
Ohno brightened a little. "Yeah, okay."
"Hey! I never said--"
"You have to take a shower first, too, though," Jun said firmly, yanking his jeans on as best he could with protesting muscles. "You smell exactly like I do."
"Okay," Ohno said sleepily, but Jun knew he wouldn't drift off for awhile yet. "Do you want to go first?"
"Why do you always ignore me right after--"
"Yeah," Jun said and gathered up his things. "I'll think about leaving some hot water for you."
Ohno nodded slowly once and shuffled lazily over the couch to slump into it while Jun sharply kicked Aiba in the shin on his way to the shower, ignoring the rest of his sulky protests.