Jun was a little shocked when he found out that the J.S.S.P was going the be the only guest on Music Station that evening, as least performing guest. He did not want to think about just how much Jonnny’s probably had to pay for that particular honor, though he was moved by the fact that the agency was. Then again, they were the first place to have Matsumoto Jun appear after his mysterious six week hiatus was an honor, and he was sure that the agency spun it as such. Knowing Saito-san the program had paid to have Arashi appear at all. SMAP, Tokio and Hey Say were sitting in the seats behind Jun and Ohno, though their ranks were incomplete for the moment, as the J.S.S.P Tribute band minus Jun but with three fifth of Arashi was about to perform. Jun heard, vaguely, the hosts of the show talk about how he and Ohno, as well as the other Johnny’s were going to rank the performances on accuracy, style, and vocals, and glancing to Ohno Jun could see that he was a little surprised that others would be involved.
So while it was a competition, and he was the prize, Jun wondered if the judgment would be based on his decision alone, or everyone from the other bands as well. He was quite sure that it would irk the others, if the decision were left to anyone but just Jun, but Jun was satisfied with this. It would mean that he did not have to pick a favorite, or worry about anything influencing his decision. Truthfully he did not liking having to pick a favorite. He liked them all for various different reasons.
Jun forced himself back to attention as the first group was introduced. He was a little surprised to see that Aiba was going first, and he was dressed in the same clothing that Jun had designed for the J.S.S.P team for their performance. Jun found himself smiling when the opening noted for Pikanchi started. Aiba always had a fondness for that song, they all have, but Aiba was the one who had gotten to perform it at their ten year anniversary, complete with a juniors driven drum line. Aiba was, Aiba, dancing with his typically zeal, his limbs moving and bending in ways that should be impossible, but it was Aiba, and anything was possible. Jun could not help but smile as Nagase and Nakai singing safety word, and mack the knife. It was a good performance and Jun enjoyed it. It was odd to be sitting in the audience while his choreography was performed. Jun could himself watching it critically, picking apart the places that he would modify it, change it to something better, and Jun was startled out of his contemplation by Ohno nudging his legs, giving Jun a look that spoke volumes. It as the stop being such a perfectionist and enjoy what we have done for you, you are supposed to be judging this look. Jun tried to stop thinking, and just watch, and he found himself tapping his hand on his knee in time with the beat.
After Aiba was Sho and Jidai. Another very good song, and one that was fully choreographed. Jun had not changed a lot of that choreography, but he had done enough new that it was his own. Jun had to admit that Sho did Sho’s vocal parts MUCH better than Jun himself did, and then Jun realized that he had not actually seen the DVD footage, and he hoped that it was alright. All the rest of his band, and the J.S.S.Pers had seen it, and commented on it, and told him that it was perfect, and it was not that he did not trust them, it was just that Jun perfect was not the same perfect as everyone else perfect, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was nice though, Jun realized, to be able to sit and watching his band mates sing and dance in an actual performance. During the concerts they were always so rushed with costume changes, and making sure that everything was perfect, and he was always managing the concert in such a way that he never got to sit down and enjoy a performance.
Nino was the last of the three to perform with the J.S.S.Pers and Nino tackled Truth. It was particularly fun to see Nino try and attempt the kick that Jun did during the instrumental sections, and Jun could not help but smile, impressed when Nino actually more or less managed to emulate Jun. Truth was a good song, and Maou had a special place in all of their hearts, so Jun was pleased to see that Nino chose this song for his performance. Nino was moving with more energy, more tension that Jun had seen from the gamer in a long time, and Jun wondered what the cause was. Nino’s tension always went up when sex was going to occur, and what what Ohno had mentioned, and Sho had commented, it seemed that tonight was one of their stay in nights, and Jun had the feeling that everyone was going to be over at his place that evening. But something else had Nino excited, his eyes twinkling, and as he flashed Jun a smile, a real smile, brief and surely caught on camera, Jun could not help but smile back at him, a real smile, knowing that the tabloids, gossip columns and fans would have a field day with that little exchange.
The next part of the show was a blur to Jun. He heard Nakai saying something about A.RA.SHI, and telling them that it better be as sharp, and as energetic as their debut, and before Jun realized it, he was on stage with his bandmates, dancing and singing to their debut song, falling easily into the moments. As they all formed the circle, dancing towards each other, Jun could not help but remember they they debuted, or even when they shot the PV for this song. Their had been so much space between them, feet apart almost, and now, as they formed a circle, it was hard to tell where one leg ended and another began, and there was a brief brushing of hands in the center of the circle before they broke apart.
This was what he had missed, what he had needed. This was home.
They ended the performance and the crowd in the studio was going wild, even as the other Johnny’s were giving them a enthusiastic round of applause. Jun could feel the burning in his lungs, in his muscles, and knew that he was in no way ready yet for a full performance even with all the training that he had been doing. He did not fight as Nino and Aiba took him by the hands and lead him to a chair, and Ohno looked at him with a smile as someone brought Nino a guitar.
"This is the last performance for the evening, my idea for you. I hope that you enjoy it, and I appreciate everyone coming tonight and watching us perform.” Ohno looked to the audience with a smile. “I am sure that everyone here is eager to get their hands on the Johnny’s Super Secret Project, The Arashi Tribute Band DVD, and seeing all the performances, and extra behind the scenes footage.”
Jun smiled as the audience went wild, and when it died down he commented. “Thank you all for supporting us in this, and supporting us for all these years. We are truly greatful to you, and lucky to be able to work with such amazing senpais and kouhais.” Jun motioned to the other bands, and they nodded back, smiling warmly at Jun. Jun looked up, startled as Aiba pressed a handkerchief into his hand with a wobbly smile before stepping back to join the rest of Arashi, standing in a line before Jun.
What would be need a handkerchief for?
“Welcome back, Jun.” Ohno commented softly, and then Nino began to play. Jun stiffened, immediately recognizing the song. It was one that he had written for them, all those years ago, and Jun now knew why Aiba had pressed the handkerchief into his hand.
Jun also knew, in that instant what the title of his book about them all would be. La Familia
Nino started singing as he strummed the guitar, and for the chorus, everyone joined in. Sho took the second, then Aiba , then Ohno, all four of them singing the last verse together. Jun was surprised that he managed to make it though the first verse without crying, but when they started in on the chorus he could feel the tears burning his eyes, tracing tracks down his face. He watched them, their love for him poured into the song, so much feeling and emotion that he was surprised that no one else could see it, could feel it.
It all started in Hawaii with "A.RA.SHI A.RA.SHI for dream"
As the stressful days went on, I shook hands with all of you
I had no strength, I had no self-worth, all I carried with me was anxiety
But still I kept my eyes on the invisible path and just kept running
Found a reason to be strong
You are the one
Always in my heart, my friend
Every time you call my name
I will be there
No matter how far, we are friends
I know who I am, I know where I am
The times I can't trust anyone are the times when I can't see what's around me
There are some things that take time, things I can't do even if I know how
Now is the time to take the first step myself and climb over that wall
Five years later, I can feel every day that I'm not alone
We suffer together, we laugh together, and we enjoy every day together
I'm grateful to everyone around me as I choose my own path
My feet are on the ground
As Aiba sang Jun could hear him crying as he sang, his voice wobbling and wavering, and Jun wanted nothing more in that moment then to catch the other up in a hug, but he could not, but Sho was beside Aiba, an arm around his waist, a head on his shoulder, and as Aiba sang to him, Jun could feel a fresh wave of tears consuming him. This was what he had missed for those long six week. This was home, this was completion, this was Arashi.
Found a reason to be strong
You are the one
Always in my heart, my friend
Every time you call my name
I will be there
No matter how far, we are friends
How will it be in five more years? Will I be enjoying every day?
Will I be able to trust myself and others more than now?
The future five years from now is waiting there for me with a smile
If I can, I want to send all the wishes written in this letter
The road I'll build from now on, the long road I'll send to everyone
The road I'm running on alone now, where I'll run with the top runners by my side
Who will be beside me then? I know it'll be the five of us
As I look around even now, you're there, everyone is there
Who will be beside me then? I know it'll be the five of us
As I look around, you're there - that's the wish I'll spell out here.
As the song finished Jun stood, moving towards his band mates, and he was met by them, and swept up in a hug even as the crowd cheered, yelled, screamed, and sent them all the love the fans could, in that moment nothing mattered but being held by those found people all at once, their arms strong around him, soft mutters of welcome home, we missed you, and love you assailing his ears. Catching Ohno’s glance, Jun nodded and smiled at the older man, and something in Ohno’s gaze changed, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. It seems that his prediction had been right, he had won the competition.
Arashi moved as one back to their seats on the stage, and Jun did not remember much of the interview. He knew that the talked about his book, the DVD, dodged the issue of his leave of absence, with help from the rest of the band, and all of Arashi received praise and reminisced as the other bands commented on their interactions with Arashi and what they admired about the band, and about Jun for heading up the entire J.S.S.P.
In the end, Jun had been back in the dressing room first, the others staying behind for reasons that Jun could not make out, but he was too overwhelmed with emotions to even wonder why the rest of his band was taking longer than usual to head back to the dressing room, especially given what they had planned that evening.
Jun was shocked to see Toma entering the dressing room, closing the door behind him, and Jun motioned for the other to join him on the couch. Toma would not come by unless he needed something, or it was important. Especially not on Jun's first night back, knowing them all as well as he did.
“I am sorry to intrude, but I asked the others if I could have a word with you. I-I needed to tell you something, and I wanted you to be the first to know.” Toma looked to Jun with a nervous glance, and Jun straightened, shifting to turn his full attention on the younger idol.
“Is something the matter?” His voice was low and Toma shook his head with a smile.
“Everything is perfect. I just wanted to show you this. It is still in the concept stages but….” Toma shifted in his seat, pulling his bad into his lap, and riffling though it. With the slightest hesitation he handed Jun an item, and Jun accepted it, looking down at the CD case in his hands with a frown, that broke into a wide grin.
Toma was making a CD.
“For real?” Jun asked, and Toma nodded, beaming.
“I have to thank you, if not for this project, Johnny would never have even considered letting me debut, he was content with me just acting, but after all this time I guess I impressed him. It will be a lot of ballads, very Suga Shikao like, and we don’t know yet if I will tour at all, but -“ Toma was cut off as Jun enveloped him in a hug, placing kisses on his cheeks, and lips briefly, and Toma returned the hug, burying his head in Jun’s shoulder. Jun could feel the others body shaking, and knew that the younger was crying. It was what he had wanted all along, since the very beginning, and the thing that had been denied to him time and time again. It had to be hard for him, performing with Arashi like this, remembering what was and knowing that he had not been chosen for it. Jun could not be happier for him.
“When will it be announced?” Jun asked, his voice low, and he could hear Toma mutter something about next week. It was at that moment that Jun heard someone clear their throat, and the door close again, and a sharp voice call out.
“Toma, what exactly are you doing to my Jun-pon?” The words held no malice, and Toma looked up to see Nino leaning against the door, the others still no where to be found. Nino smiled slightly at the pair, and Jun could see fondness in his gaze, in his posture, but you had to know him to order to recognize it. "We wouldn't have agreed to let you come talk to him first if we knew you were going to end up molesting him before we had a chance to."
Toma just shook his head, with a wry smile. "Molesting Jun was not my primary purpose in coming here, it just happens to be a perk." Toma joked before shifting away fro Jun.
“Nino, I have a favor to ask.” Toma stood up, taking the CD case with him and moved over to Nino, handing it to the gamer silently. Nino looked over the CD case, then looked up to Toma in question, and the younger man looked away again, blushing. “I know that it is a lot to ask, but I feel that it is only right to ask you, but, would you write a song for me, for my album?”
All Toma for in answer was a soft smile, and a hug, but it was enough.
When the rest of Arashi finally straggled into the dressing room, Toma was no where in sight, and Jun and Nino were packed up and ready to go, Jun reading a novel on the couch, and Nino playing a video game, his head cushioned in Jun’s lap.
“I was beginning to think that we didn’t have plans for later this evening.” Jun’s voice was low, dry and he heard Sho chuckle in response.
“You know better than that. We had some things that we needed to arrange.” Was all Sho commented, leaning down to place a brief kiss on Jun’s lips before moving to change, and pack his things. He did indeed know better, but it was still a lot of fun to tease them. It was, he was sure, the most control of himself and the situation that he would have for the rest of the evening.
Jun was right when he had through that they would all end up back at his place that evening. What he had not anticipated was that they did not all arrive at once. Ohno went home with Jun, while the other three went off on their own. Sho arrived first with dinner, carry out from an Italian place that Jun really liked, and Jun wondered just how they had gotten that restaurant to even do carry out, as Tatsuya Kawagoe’s place did not even do take out. Jun had started to ask, but Sho had just sent him a look, and Jun dropped it. He was quite certain that there was no way that he was getting that kind of information out of Sho, not wit hthe stubborn set to his jaw, and the determination evident in his eyes as he set the food out on the table. Nino arrived next, with a box from a bakery that Jun was quite certain was closed at that hour, but as Nino smiled, and commented that Shun said welcome back, it was quite clear that even Shun had been in on the planning of whatvere was going on here.
“It seems that he is looking forward to having some peace and quiet around here now that three of us will not be living here instead of you.” Nino’s voice was light, but Jun could catch a note or something in it, and he wondered, if it was the same longing that he had had when he was curled up in bed, waiting for them to come home to him his first night back. Did Nino want what Jun wanted, did he think that they should perhaps look at moving in together as well?
“Mmmm.” Was all Jun responsed, and that look in Nino’e eyes as his gaze caught Jun’s was enough to give the youngest hope. Even if they did not all agree, it if was some of them, he was sure that the others would be over often enough, and -
Jun was drawn out of his musings as Nino drew him over to the couch, handing him a Wii controlled, as he powered up the console. “I haven’t had a good match since before you left. That one-“ Nino motioned to Sho, “is hopeless, and Oh-chan get too distracted.” Nino sighed and Jun nodded. They were fun to play with, some of the more casual games, but if Nino wanted a challenge, he tended to come to Jun, and Jun sometimes won. He lost more than he won, and he was certain that it was his own skill, and not Nino letting him win. Nino did not let people win, especially not at video games.
They were in the middle of a speed game of Super Mario Brothers 3 when Aiba arrived, arms laden with alcohol, and Jun, glancing out of the corner of his eye could see several bottles of good wine, as well as some beer and liquor, and was slightly confused.
As much as he liked a good party at his place, he has thought that the point of the evening was going to be about all five of them reconnecting, and that there would be more sex and cuddles, and less…. Drunkenness. Their nights in after a night of drinking never ended up well, as they all ended up sprawled out on the floor, or on the couch, and the next day they would all run on nothing but coffee and painkillers, feeling ill most the day and swearing to never do that again. Which never really lasted.
“I think you may have gotten a bit too much, Masaki.” It was Ohno who commented on it, sleepily, from where he was curled up on the couch between Jun and Nino, leaning into Jun, though his had was resting on Nino’s thigh. Both men were very aware of where leader was pressed against them, but he was good at being physically close without disturbing them, and would wait until it was not their turn before brushing his hand across a leg, or an arm in a light caress. Sometimes, when he could muster the motivation, which was not hard with a Matsumoto Jun to your left and a Ninomiya Kazunari to your right, he would drop a kiss on a check, on their neck. Which lead to a competition of sorts between Nino and Jun. The faster then played, the sooner Riida’s attention was back to them. And given that the unspoken rule was that if you died in a level, you had to repeat it, it made for some very serious game play, and a highly amused Riida, who understood the rules of the game that Sho did not realize was going on as he worked in the kitchen to set up the food, and helping Aiba chill and set up the alcohol as well. While Sho was not good at cooking, he was an expert at making food from a store look good, and with Aiba’s help they had a feat prepared, wine for Jun and Sho, beer for Nino and Aiba, and shots for Ohno. Since it was a special occasion, and special occasions called for tequila.
“This is a special occasion, Riida. I would prefer to have more than enough then not enough, you know?”
Maybe, if they were lucky, Aiba thought with a grin, Jun would let them to body shots off of his body. He always said that he would let them, later, and this was certainly later. Aiba looked at the bottle of tequila with that smile, and Sho looked to Aiba, following his gaze to the bottle, and the shot glass beside it. Chuckling softly he moved to stand behind Aiba, sliding his arms around the other man and slipping them inside the pockets of his jeans pulling him close.
“Still hoping, Masaki?” He whispered in the younger mans ear and Aiba nodded, leaning back against Sho with a smile.
“Always. Its nice when he lets his guard down and just feels, and I think that tonight will be one of those nights.” Aiba mused softly as Sho breathed his agreement onto Aiba’s neck, just behind his ear, dropping a kiss there. A relaxed, open, walls down Jun was indeed a delicious thing, and Sho thought, from quiet conversations in bed after they ahd each gotten back from visiting Jun, that open Jun, walls down Jun, had been the Jun that they had all interacted with when he was away. He wondered, though, if that Jun was going to stay. It was not that he was ever closer off with them, just that sometimes, most times, he liked to maintain control of the situation, even when he was open to experimentation. It was rare that Jun got caught up in the feelings, in the moment, and when it happened, it filled Sho with a warmth and swelling of affection for the younger man, more that he usually had, which was already quite high.
“I want that.” Sho’s voice was breathy, husky, and he could feel Aiba pressing back against him, in anticipation of what would he happening after dinner. They all wanted Jun that night, and Sho was sure that Jun knew this, and was going to oblige them, just this once. Usually they shared each other, moving from person to person as the passions ran, but tonight, as a homecoming present of sorts, Jun would get each of them, though in reality, it was much more a present for all of them, and less so for Jun.
They had discussed the fact that Jun’s stamina after his injury and the bed rest would not be up for handling four of them in one night, but Nino assured them that Jun was doing quite well when he had seen him, despite his jokes to the contrary. Besides, Nino had added in seriousness, Jun will tell us is it is more than he can handle. And I will make sure that he knows that if it is, it really will be alright.
Sho pulled himself from his thoughts as he heard the ending music to Mario, and stepped away from Aiba.
“When you three can untangle yourselves, dinner is ready.”
“Pot and kettle, Sho-chan.” Nino chimed with a grin and he spun around, kneeling on the couch. “We all saw the two of you snuggling in the kitchen there.” Nino leered at the two and Jun nodded his agreement.
“I cannot say that it was not a pretty sight, but I am not sure that I like what I think what I am sure Masaki is planning with the tequila.” Jun stood up, offering Ohno a hand up off the couch, then pulled Nino up as well, and all three could hear Aiba whine in the kitchen.
“But Juuuuuuun, welcome home body shots are the perfect way to get things started, and Riida won, and you know how much he likes tequila.” Aiba scooted over to Jun, grabbing onto his arm and leaning into him with a smile. “Please?”
Jun looked to Ohno, who grinned and shrugged, and Jun’s lips curled into a smile, the kind that usually set them on edge, since it was his DoS smile, but AIba could not see that from where he was snuggled into Jun’s arm.
“Well, since Oh-chan did win, he gets first go at it tonight, right?” Jun’s voice was light, and Aiba nodded. “And since you all decided it was a competition, that means Ohno was the sole winner, so if he wants to take body shots off me he can, but he will be the only one.” Jun’s voice was light, but it had an edge of steel, and he could feel when Aiba dropped his arm and stumbled around to look at him, his lip trembling in a way that was meant to get him what he wanted and not because he was actually going to cry.
“I am sure that it was not your idea, Masaki, but this is what happens when you make me a prize in a competition. Three of you will lose.” Jun glanced to Nino, who shrugged with a small smile. No one had told Jun who had thought up the idea of the competition, but it had Nino written all over it. And when his manager told him that it had been Nino’s idea to take on the publicity for the DVD release and them Music Station performance then things had fallen in place.
Nino was not apologetic though. It was not often that any of them got to watch the others having sex. Usually, it was one organic mass of people, and it would be a nice change, and a huge turn on, he personally thought, to watch Riida and Jun. If Riida wanted to body shots off of Jun, he was sure that it would be a private performance that none of them would soon forget.
“It’s worth it.” Nino commented aloud, as they all settled at the table, talk of body shots dropped as Italian food was consumed with a gusto that could only be attributed to idols that did not eat often, or perhaps it was with gusto of idols who had eaten the worlds smelliest, and spiciest, and most disgusting things and appreciated when real, good food was placed in front of them.
There was talk over dinner of Aiba’s Johnny’s wide A no Arashi, Oodoroki hybrid television program, and what they would do, and who they all wanted in it, and in the not so secret places of their hearts, and conversation at the table, they planned just how to make every group in Johnny’s aware of just what being in Arashi meant. When Aiba also suggested a few juniors that he would like to see on the show, Nino could not hold in his laughter, and while no one in the group could get exactly why the pair was set on including those two particular juniors, Jun managed to glean that Aiba and Nino had come across the two gossiping in the hall, and that this was their way of making sure that it didn’t happen again. He trusted them, and felt sorry for the poor juniors. Aiba and Nino were ruthless when they had their minds set on something, and it seemed both had their minds set on spreading chaos though the agency with some of their food experiments. Kami-sama help them all.
“Welcome home.” Sho’s voice was soft as he stood beside Jun in the kitchen. The youngest had insisted on doing his own dishes, shooing the others out of the kitchen, but Sho had managed to sneak back in, helping Jun by drying the dishes at the other washed. Ohno, Nino and Aiba were playing Wii games, and it was obvious who the winner was, but from the shouts, and the giggles, and the heys that they were hearing Jun knew they were all having fun. Which is good.
“It is nice to be back, though this is not quite what I thought would be happening.” Jun glanced at Sho, who nodded, smiling at Jun warmly.
“I can imagine. This is quite a test of patience, especially for Masaki. Kazu as well, to some degree, since you and I both know how they can get when they want something.” Sho glanced over to the living room for a moment before glancing back to Jun.
“I am quite surprised that he has not jumped me yet.” Jun’s voice was soft knowing that Sho, and in some ways Nino had a lot to do with that. Nino was leaning into Aiba, flirting with him, poking at him, drawing his attention away from Jun, though everyone there was aware that Jun was home.
“In some ways it is a good thing that this was suggested, but I think that we are all a bit worried that it would be to much tonight. We have never had all of go for just one person like this and…” Sho paused, thinking, “I think we are all afraid of hurting you, in some way. Or pushing too far.” Sho looked to Jun. “It seemed like a much better idea before we say how tired you were after the music station performance, and that was just one dance.”
Jun nodded with a sigh. “I am a bit disappointed in myself, but there is nothing that can be done. Though if this is anything close to how Masaki felt, then I have a newfound respect for the man.” Jun did not look to Sho, but could hear the other man chuckle, and saw from the corner of his eye that Sho put the towel down that he was using to dry the dishes.
He moved so he was standing behind Jun, his head resting against Jun’s shoulder, and his arms slipped around Jun’s waist, hugging him, and for a moment he did not say anything, just stood there, his grip on Jun tight, but not tight enough to be uncomfortable.
“I would much prefer to be doing a great number of other things with you, thinks that do not involve washing dishes.” Sho muttered, and Jun could hear the stirrings of desire in Sho’s voice, even as he could feel it in the way that Sho’s hips pressed against his ass. He could feel it in the way Sho’s hands traveled ever so slightly downwards, resting in the pockets of Jun’s jeans, and in the way that Sho trembled slightly against him. Jun could hear Donkey Kong music in the background, and Aiba and Nino shouting. He could also hear footsteps shuffling into the kitchen, but he could focus on nothing but the heat of Sho against him, the slight caress of his fingers on Jun’s hips as his fingers moved deeper into his pocket. The way that Sho shifted, so he could whisper low and breathy in Jun’s ear, and Jun had to place his hands on the counter to steady himself, though he knew, instinctually, that Sho could keep him from falling.
“If I had my way you would already be in the bedroom. We would be on the bed, clothes strewn about. I would be kissing you, just kissing you. Every place that I could reach, and you would be unable to touch back, since Masaki would have your hands pinned down, even as he kissed you, making sure that you could not object too much. Satoshi, he would be kissing you as well, and we would tease you, kiss you, touch and caress you until you could no longer stand it. While Kazu…” Sho breathed the name and Jun could not suppress the soft moan at the name, since Sho did not have to say it for him to know what exactly Nino would be doing. He would be doing things similar to what Sho’s hand was doing in his pocket, stroking, teasing, and yet he would be doing it with much more finesse, and much more purpose.
“Sho-kun doens’t play fair.” A soft voice sounded from beside them, and Sho looked to Satoshi gultily, moving to step away but Ohno shook his head with a small smile, slipping in between Jun and the counter. Unlike Sho, who was lightly teasing Jun though the pockets of his jeans Ohno did not tease, caressing Jun and cupping him, even as he leaned up and swallowed the moan that he knew Jun could not suppress at the action, kissing him lazily, his hands grabbing Jun’s hips and pulling him close. From the way that Jun shuddered in his arms, the moans and the gasps Ohno was sure that Jun was getting kissed right below his ear, the small nipping kisses that Sho liked to leave there drove Jun crazy.
Ohno broke the kiss and grinned up at Jun, his eyes dark, focused on Jun, and it took his breath away, the intensity of that look. “So excited already Jun? Is Sho-kun really that good?” Ohno spoke against Jun’s lips, and he smiled as Jun shook his head, his hands moving to pull Ohno closer.
“You, him-I” Jun mumbled. He could feel Sho laughing against his neck, even as Ohno’s hand moved across his hips, popping the button to his jeans open between them as he kissed Jun again, one hand moving up to tangle in Jun’s hair, pulling him closer for a kiss. Sho used the opportunity to kiss along Jun’s neck, and Ohno, from the shifting of Jun’s shirt, and the feel of hands moving between Jun and himself knew that Sho was teasing Jun, caressing him, and waiting for Satoshi to tell him that was enough. Ohno shifted, so he could unzip Jun’s pants, and the way that Jun mewled into the kiss as his hand teased the younger lightly through his boxers. How Jun, with pants that tight, did not show any boxer lines was a great mystery of life to Ohno, but perhaps Jun just willed his clothing into perfection. It would make sense, for nothing else could explain how he could so easily get into and out of pants at tight and fitted and deliciously attractive as the ones that Jun wore on a regular basis.
Ohno smiled as he felt Sho’s hand reaching down along Jun’s hip, and as it moved closer to Ohno’s own, tentative. Jun was jelly between the two men, his legs trembling, his grip on Ohno tight, desperate as the elder stroked Jun. The kiss has long turned from leisurely to passionate, and Ohno was not paying a lot of attention, but he thought that the video game had been paused, and he was almost sure that they had an audience, as Aiba and Nino both seemed to have a radar for voyeuristic moments of pleasure. Sho’s hand moved closer to Ohno’s brushing against it as he caressed Jun’s hips, and Ohno twined his fingers with Sho’s, plunging both their hands inside Jun’s boxers to take ahold of him, and Ohno’s kiss could not muffle the moan at that action, breaking their kiss as he gasped.
“Sato-Sho-“ Jun mumbled, his head rolling back against Sho’s shoulder.
“Do you remember, when Sho and I visited you? It was after the onsen, I had just come home from fishing. You were sitting on the chair, as we still could not really apply any pressure to you yet.” Ohno’s voice was soft, and Jun panted his agreement, and Sho moaned slightly, shifting his hips against Jun, thrusting lightly against the younger’s ass as Jun pushed back against him, trying to increase the friction of Sho and Ohno’s hands on him. Sho looked to Ohno from over Jun’s shoulder and Ohno just smiled, noting the glaze of lust on Sho’s gaze. It appeared that Sho remembered that moment clearly as well.
“We both wanted you, so much. And Sho worked to hard to keep from crushing you, holding himself up on the arms of the chair. Do you remember how I guided him, his hips brushing against your own, your mouths fused in a kiss. Do you member how wild he looked, as I took him, and I brought both of you satisfaction, how nice to was to see Sho there, how eager he was to please.” Sho whimpered, and Ohno just smiled, their hands moving faster as Jun tensed and trembled beneath them. “You were both so beautiful then, the passion between us, the trust. The reminder that you are real, and alive, and ours.” Ohno shifted to kiss Jun’s neck, biting lightly before he continued whispering against the skin there. “Do you even know how gorgeous you look even now, the look on your face, the way your mouth hangs open slightly, it makes me want you even more Jun. I will always want you, want this.” Ohno felt Jun turn, his lips crashing in Ohno’s with desperation, even as Jun tensed between them, the physical and verbal assault too much for the younger to take at the moment. Ohno hugged Jun close, his arm and clean hand moving to pull Jun, and Sho close, and Sho mimicked the action, letting the younger catch his breath as he sagged between them.
Ohno rested his head on Jun’s chest, and he could see the way that Aiba and Nino watched them, turned around on the couch, taking in the scene, and Ohno smiled at the pair, chuckling as Aiba waved excitedly at him from the couch, and Nino just flicked two fingers at Ohno in a salute.
“I think that Masaki and Kazu want a turn, though Sho and I are not done with you yet. Which one do you want first?” Ohno’s voice was soft, and Jun shifted, looking to Ohno with a frown.
“I thought that you-“ Jun stopped as Ohno shook his head with a small smile.
“I cannot speak for Sho, but I can wait for Jun-kun. Having you home here with us is prize enough, I don’t need to cash in my victory.” Jun could feel Sho nodding against his back, and Jun looked to Ohno with a small smile.
“Thank you.” Jun turned in the embrace, kissing Sho’s lips gently before stepping towards the couch. “How shall we do this.”
“Shower first, then bed.” Nino’s words were sharp, and he stood, moving around the couch to pull Jun towards the bathroom, Aiba following behind with a breathy giggle.
“Sexy shower times with Jun and Kazu are the best.”
“Who says that I am sharing Jun with you in the shower?” Nino snapped back, and Aiba just giggled, leering at Nino.
“I can always have sexy times with Kazu while Kazu has sexy times with Jun.” He smiled at Jun. “We all know Jun likes that sort of thing.”
Ohno could hear Jun deny the claim, even though they all knew that it was true, and turned to the sink, to wash his hands, and the rest of the dishes. Sho stepped up behind Ohno, slipping a hand around his waist, and pushing his dirty hand under the water, letting Ohno wash it for him with his own.
“Thank you, Satoshi.” Sho could not kiss Ohno on the lips, the angle was wrong, but he did kiss his cheek, laying his head there for a moment, just enjoying Ohno.
“By the time we finish the dished they should be out of the shower and in the bedroom” Ohno commented lightly and Sho nodded his agreement. He was wound tight, and he was sure that Ohno was as well, but it was alright. Tonight was about sharing Jun, but more than that, it was about welcoming him back, and reaffirming the bond that all of them had. Jun would make sure that in the end everyone was satisfied, he always did, even when he was not the sole focus of all their attention. The bed would be crowded that night, but it was something that they all missed, and needed, at least for the night.
Tonight Arashi was back together, and together in all senses of the word. Life was good.
The next several weeks were busy for Jun, for all of them with the promotion of the book, and the J.S.S.P DVD release had been a huge success. So much so that Johnny had started filming for the A no Arashi Inter Johnny’s TV Specials soon after Jun’s return. And while no one talked of it directly, he could see the looks of curiosity on their faces as several juniors, and senpais got invitations to the on the show, and he could see the grudging respect, and horror, in their eyes by the time the filming was done. Arashi had done this? Was what the senpais though, and the juniors, well some of them were crushed. If debuting took doing THAT all the time, then was it really worth it? They wondered. But looking at Arashi, their happiness, the fun that they had even with some of the horrible disgusting things that they had to do, and the happiness that was associated with the memories as they showed the old clips of the shows that the had pulled the treats and experiments from, no one could deny that it was not worth it.
Jun was early for filming that day, but he had needed to be, to take care of something. On the table in their green room were four presents, wrapped in sparkling purple paper, and tied with rainbow ribbons. One present for each of the members. Each had a leather bound book, dyed in each of their colors, and embossed into the leather were the words “La Familia: Just Memoirs….”. Inside was the original draft of the autobiography that Jun had written for the agency, with the extra addition of Jun’s memoirs for the members. Nino’s was a few pages longer than the rest, as his version had all of the comments that the gamer had made on Jun’s manuscript, and Jun looked forward to the expression on Nino’s face when he realized what Jun had done.
Inside though, was a card to each of them, from Jun.
“Thank you for these fifteen years. May we have at least fifteen more. Being with you, growing with you, loving you all has been the highlight of these years. We may not have made a storm around the world, not in the way we dreamed during our debut, but you all have been a storm in my world, and one that I will always cherish.
Lets start the next part of out careers and cause a storm in the agency. I was thinking of moving, to a bigger place, with more rooms. One for all of us if necessary. So, will you move with me?
Thank you for loving me, despite the secrets that we had, and their consequences.
Yours always,
Matsumoto Jun.”
Jun did not know what the next fifteen years would bring, but with these people, he was willing to find out.
Thank you so much, all of you for reading this, and reviewing and commenting on it.
I hope that you enjoy the ending of Secrets and Consequences. Look for more of the
rainbowfilling promts from me (Juntoshi, Juba centric, but I have some ideas for the Ohba, Yama, and Aimiya there as well) (especially since I need to finish the Supermarket AU with Jun and Aiba)
I might actually even finish the second part of my YTM fic now as well. Shocking i know!
The next multi chapter that I write will be a matsumiya, and it should be titled "let it go", but I am always open to requests and prompts and the like.
But that you again! Love you all. :)