Actions and Reactions (Juntoshi)
For thoroughlynerdy for helping me work through my writers apathy. Not block, per se. But apathy. It is looking like this will be a PWP. New for me.
and thanks to satsumatsu for help with nano induced issues :)
Takes place in the collar universe, since its convenient. And its most certainly Juntoshi.
The prompt from her: jerseys. one getting the other out of a jersey after playing a game.
Note: most of this will be written during national novel writing month. I promise that there will be typos. and it will get beta-ed. eventually. i am just going to be writing a lot all at once.
Note 2: I have not forgotten the requests. Most of them should be done this month. In between chapters of the Let it Go fic.
Jun could feel Ohno’s gaze on him as soon as he entered the house, his shoes left by the door, lined up beside Riida’s worn sneakers. It had been a longer soccer match than anticipated and Jun arrived home later than he intended. Late enough that he had skipped showering at the gym, which was something he never ever did, and went straight home. Ohno had told him to be home in time for dinner, and that very much had not happened. At all. The game started late, since half of the players were late to the scrimmage, and then the score was close enough for the entire game, with no goal until Jun had scored the first and only time of the scrimmage to call the game. Instead of staying to chat with everyone, like he usually did, he said his goodbyes, let Sho know that he was expected home and please give my apologies to everyone else, and he was gone.
There he was, standing in the entrance to his and Ohno’s apartment, with Riida watching him, his eyes dark and focused, half lidded as he looked Jun up and down, taking in the socked feet, the shorts, the practice jersey, and the towel that he had tied around his hair to keep the sweat from his eyes.
“Did you win?” Was the first thing he asked, his voice calm and light, but Jun could not help but swallow nervously, nodding slowly.
“I scored the only goal of the game.” He answered after a moment of silence. Ohno just watched him, not moving anything except his eyes; tracing along Jun’s body, taking in the curves and dips of his frame, seemingly enjoying the toned frame that Jun had developed from his stage play, though it was hidden under his clothing at the moment. However, the way that his eyes moved across Jun’s body, over his skin, Jun felt as if he were naked beneath the gaze.
“I expect nothing less of Jun.” Ohno smiled slightly, pushing off of the wall that he was leaning at. He was wearing track pants and slippers, and nothing else. Jun was startled to notice and as he shuffled towards Jun, his eyes piercing, Jun found it hard to stay in place. He wanted to move back, have something to lean against, to steady himself on but he did not dare to, not when Ohno was like this, this focused on him. “It is also unlike Jun-kun to be late for one of our dates.” His voice was soft and Jun nodded, feeling the necklace that he wore move against his skin with the action, the chain sticking to his skin slightly because of the sweat.
“I am sorry, the others were late, and I came home as soon as I could and-“ Jun stopped talking when Riida came right up to him, his body inches from Jun’s and he shook his head.
“Excuses are excuses Jun. You said you would be home, and I expect you to keep your word.” He didn’t move closer to Jun, just hovered inches away. Jun froze as Ohno spoke. It was never a good sign when Ohno was in this kind of mood. While Jun was the one who was collared, so to speak, Ohno usually let Jun have control of most parts of the relationship, or to be more precise, he never exerted his dominance. Tonight, it seemed, would be a different story entirely.
“I know and I am sorry.” Jun looked at Ohno, who looked back at him, his gaze steady and unwavering, before he nodded.
“I left you some dinner on the stove. Go eat, and shower, then we can talk.” Ohno shuffled away, moving into the bedroom and Jun paused only for a moment before moving over to the kitchen, to see what Ohno had prepared. He felt another wave of guilt when he saw that it was a pasta dish, one of his favorites; one that required a decent amount of work. Usually they did not have time to make it but Ohno had made it this evening and Jun had not been home. He felt a new wave of guilt when he looked at the pasta. He stood there for a moment, just looking at it. His shoulders sagged, and he let out a sigh.
Sometimes, he was just a horrible boyfriend.
“You are not a horrible boyfriend, Jun.”
Jun jumped as Ohno’s voice sounded beside him. He was surprised and slightly disappointed to see the other man wearing a shirt now. But Ohno had never been one to wander around naked. The shirtless Ohno that had greeted him when he got home was a rare treat.
“It just would have been nice if you had let me know that the game was starting late, or running late, or anything. But you didn’t until you were an hour and a half late getting home.” Ohno’s voice was soft, and his hand briefly touched Jun’s back, pushing him towards the food.
“Eat, then we can talk about how you will be making this up to me.” Ohno’s voice was soft as he walked away and Jun swallowed, hard.
Fuck, it was going to be one of those nights. He ate the food, but he couldn’t say that he tasted any of it. Part of his brain, the small logical part that was left at the moment, noticed that there was more in the fridge, set aside for both of them, and he was pleased that Ohno had thought ahead. The rest of his brain was trying to remember when the last time was he had disappointed Ohno like this - and what the consequences had been like. Jun would do anything that Ohno asked of him. He had always adored and respected Riida, even when they were not involved.
He had done quite a few things that he didn’t think that he would ever do, because Riida had asked, in that unassuming way of his. And he had done them, without questions. He trusted Ohno. Ohno would not do anything to hurt Jun. Perhaps there had been some pain or delayed sexual gratification, but Ohno had never ever hurt Jun. He had helped him through so much, so so much when it came to Sho; dealing with the unresolved feelings that he had had for the other man, as well as the drama that had resulted when Sho decided he liked Jun, and was going to pursue things in.
Ohno had put up with so much, as a band member, as his boyfriend and as a friend... Jun was still convinced that he did not deserve Ohno. Moments like this when he disappointed Ohno, only served to remind him that he did not deserve the other.
Jun found that he had eaten and showered while absorbed in his thoughts. When he finished showering, he realized that he had nothing in the bathroom but his dirty clothes - which were already in the hamper, and there was no way that he was putting those back on - and the towels. With a small sigh, Jun cursed himself once again for being late. It was supposed to be a low key night home for him and Ohno, something that they rarely got, and he had messed even that up.
“Jun, it is really alright.” Ohno called from the bathroom door as he leaned against it. Jun looked up to him, surprised.
“How did you-“ He stopped as Ohno chuckled, moving forward to take Jun’s hand and lead him towards the bedroom, grabbing an extra towel on his way.
“Jun is always easy for me to read, especially when he feels like he has let someone down.” Ohno tightened his hand.
Jun was relieved for the moment to feel the pressure of rings against his hand, cool and metallic. From the feel and the texture he knew they were some of his own; not some that Ohno had picked up or had been given to him. Ohno’s touch, and the rings always grounded him. Reminded him that Ohno was real, that this was real, they were real; that these feelings were not a dream. In the beginning it had seemed too good to be true, Jun admitted. But that was not something to be dwelt upon as Ohno, his hand steady and warm in his own, drew him into the bedroom.
Ohno didn’t speak, just pushed Jun to sit on the bed, using the other towel that he had pulled from the bathroom to towel dry the rest of Jun’s hair, and then his body, brushing the drops of water from his skin with the towel. Jun could feel the pressure of his hands, light and teasing as he worked, and Ohno did not say anything, just brushed the water off of Jun with the towel. The touch was methodical, steady and not one meant to arouse, but there was something touching about the way that Ohno was standing in front of Jun, taking care of him. It was almost as if he needed to reassure himself that Jun was there. It was the same kind of touch that he had used during the entire recent Sho fiasco, Jun realized and he could not help but smile fondly, even as he wondered if that was something else that he failed at. Had he made Ohno doubt them? Or was it just worry that he had not called, uncharacteristically?
Jun looked at Ohno for a moment, pausing to shift and place a brief kiss against the inside of Ohno’s wrist. He was not sure if he was allowed more at this point, so he would not press him luck but Ohno paused his movements, the towel resting against Jun’s shoulder as he ‘hmmed‘ in response and Jun took that as a sign to speak.
“I am sorry that I worried you, Saotshi. But I am here now.” Jun looked up to Ohno, shifting to pull him into an embrace, burying his head against the others torso, breathing in the scent of Ohno and their laundry detergent. Theirs. It was such a nice thought.
“I am not going anywhere you know.” Jun’s voice was muffled against Ohno’s shirt and chest but he could feel Ohno shifting, tightening his arms around Jun. “I am yours, and only yours, for as long as you will have me.” Jun just hugged Ohno to him, keeping the touch as platonic as possible. He was still unsure of what Ohno planned for the evening but this needed to be said. He needed to know.
“I do love you Jun.” Was the reply as Ohno shifted, his hands moving to Jun’s shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. “And you are not allowed to go anywhere.” Ohno looked down at Jun, his gaze pausing at the necklace and charm that was nestled in the hollow of Jun’s throat, taking in the lean muscles of his torso, the moles right near his nipple. His eyes traveled down to his waist, where it narrowed just so before flaring slightly out into his hips. Jun’s hips were something that he appreciated. The way they stuck out, Jun’s profile in concert, the way they swiveled and swayed. It was not as if Ohno had a hip fetish but he was quite certain that he had a Junfetish, and really, who could blame him. Anyone who had Matsumoto Jun lying on the bed, naked and waiting - waiting to let you do whatever you wanted to do to him... No one could deny how wonderful and amazing feeling that was. Ohno considered himself to be a very lucky man.
“Where would I go, Satoshi? All I want is here.” Jun answered, his voice low, husky and Ohno just continued to look. He knew what his gaze did to Jun, how Jun’s body would react when he just studied him like this, without touching him. The towel, dark gray, had long ago fallen open and all of Jun was revealed to his gaze, the paleness of his skin contrasted nicely against it and the black sheets and comforter that were currently on the bed. Jun lay there, his arms stretched up above his head, lengthening the line of his body. The smile on his face was enough for Ohno to know that Jun was enjoying it, making certain that Ohno was enjoying what he was looking at.
“Already so eager, Jun?” Ohno asked as he dipped a hand down, caressing Jun’s hip idly with his thumb and Jun could not hold in his gasp at the touch, the first teasing touch of the evening.
“For you, always?” Jun gasped out as Ohno’s fingers brushed across his cock for the briefest moment before caressing his other hip, admiring how much tanner his skin was than Jun’s and the lovely contrast that his skin tone made against Jun’s skin.
They really did go well together.
“Stay like that, Jun?” Ohno asked, looking at him with darkened eyes and Jun stared back, thinking. Under normal circumstances, while he loved to touch Ohno, it was easy enough to do what he asked, but tonight, he was not sure what Ohno had in mind. Sometimes, when the mood stuck, he would draw it out for hours, never letting Jun come until he was a quivering mess on the bed, undone and begging for release. Sometimes it was just sex, hard and fast and several times in a row, until they were both so spent that all they could do was to pull the covers up. And sometimes it was slow and sensual, where things slowly built until they both came, in a trembling mess of emotion.
“I will try.” Was Jun’s response after a moment and Ohno shifted so he knelt over Jun. His body did not touch Jun, but his shirt, loose as always on his frame, brushed against Jun’s chest, the hem brushing against his cock and Jun could not help but shiver, from the touch, from the dark look in Ohno’s eyes; the passion there that he loved to bring out or from the anticipation, Jun was not sure.
Ohno shifted, pressing his body down against Jun’s without warning, and as the air was pushed from Jun’s lungs, Ohno captured his lips in a kiss. When Jun parted his lips, the air rushing out of them from the suddenness of Ohno’s weight and the surprise of the contact. Ohno did not hesitate to snake his tongue inside, kissing Jun until they were both lightheaded.
Jun loved when Ohno kissed him, did anything to him really, but the way that he focused on the kiss, the feel of Ohno’s tongue against his own, they way their tongues danced together, as if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment but them and the kiss. Only moments later Jun would always be very much reminded that other things mattered, as Ohno’s hand would find its way somewhere on his body to touch and caress, lighting the passion in Jun, the desire swelling forth until he trembled beneath Ohno; trembled for air; trembled with desire. With such a tension that was ready to snap at any moment. Jun knew better than to try and grind his hips up against Ohno’s, even though he could feel the hardness of Ohno’s cock between their bodies pressing into his stomach. Trying to get Ohno to hurry when he was punishing you - though really, sex with Ohno was never ever a punishment - only resulted in a significantly delayed gratification for Jun. That was not something that he aimed for tonight; unless, of course that was what Ohno wanted to give him. He could not keep totally still though. He pressed his body up against Ohno’s, arched into his touch and kissed him back with as much enthusiasm as he could.
He loved this man, so much and this was one of the many ways that he could show it. To anyone else perhaps, it would be a surprise that Ohno was the one in charge of their relationship. Though sometimes he thought that the members saw it, the public would be scandalized to think that Jun, the Matsumoto Jun, the snarky DoS was such a softy for his Riida. He would do almost anything for his band and they knew better than to abuse that privilege, but he would do anything for Ohno, if it made the other happy. Jun was glad that Ohno would never abuse that trust, that devotion. Ohno would never ask for him to give up Arashi, for them to give it up. He would never ask for anything more than Jun could give, and the most he ever asked for was just Jun himself.
It was what made Ohno so beautiful to Jun. One of so many reasons.
Jun, even in moments like these, moments that were filled with passion, wondered what Ohno saw in him. What did he give Ohno that made him love him, that made him stay. Sure, Jun was attractive, the modeling stunt at fashion week had proved that to the world. And the art that Ohno had drawn from the show (which he had managed to attend, despite their schedules (all the members had)) still floored Jun. Ohno made him to be an ethereal beauty. It was breath taking, flattering and such a statement of love and adoration that Jun had been embarrassed enough to walk away while the band members oohed and aahed over the painting in Ohno’s studio. However beyond the attraction, Jun was not sure what void he filled that Ohno needed.
But even that thought was driven from his mind as Ohno shifted, allowing his shirt to drag over Jun’s body, his mouth moving along Jun’s neck and collar bones, nipping and sucking. Soon his mouth found that spot on Jun’s neck that made him melt. The moan that slipped from his mouth, the breathy beg of “Please, Satoshi” was met with a soft chuckle, before Jun found himself arching up and crying out, as Ohno sucked on the skin below his ear, his tongue dancing across the skin beneath his lips, even as a hand slipped down, taking Jun’s cock in his hand.
“Satoshi.” Jun panted and moaned and Ohno chuckled against his skin once more, placing a kiss on the red spot that had formed from the treatment but they both knew that it would not bruise. They had been together long enough to know just what would and would not cause difficulty for the costumes designers and the makeup artists of the agency. The last thing they needed was gossip in the office that both of them were sporting hickeys and various love bites that needed concealing. What they did in the bedroom, though it was no where near hard core kinky or hard core bondage (and tonight wouldn’t really cross that line) it was their own business. And if the make up artists saw, then their band members would most certainly see - and the last thing that Nino and Aiba needed was more ammunition to fuel their overactive imagination.
Even as Ohno laughed, taking a moment to look at Jun, really look at him, his hand did not stop stroking Jun, moving up and down his length, enough to stimulate, but no where near enough pressure to satisfy Jun.
“I want to see you beg tonight, Jun. I want you to want me so much that all you can think about is me, and what you want from me.” Ohno shifted, licking his way across Jun’s collarbones, lathing them with attention. Jun moaned beneath him as his finger flicked over the head of his cock, the touch feather light, leaving Jun wanting more. “I love watching you come undone like this, and,” Ohno paused as he shifted, both hands moving to caress Jun’s cheeks, even as his hips circled down, grinding and rolling and moving against Jun’s own in a way that could only have him whine in the back of his throat, moaning with desire. “I think tonight I will make you beg for it. Bring you so close, again and again, until I am sure that you really want it.” Jun could hear the desire in Ohno’s voice and most certainly feel it; when his hips flicked in just such a way that their cocks rubbed together, the thin fabric of Ohno’s pants could not hide the heat. Jun nodded, arching up to capture Ohno’s lips with his own. He wanted to reach out and touch Ohno, but that would mean getting tied up and then the evening really would push Jun to his limits. As it was, all he could do was not to grab Ohno, roll them over and attempt to hurry things along the way.
Ohno knew that Jun liked to be pushed to his limits, how much he was capable of, what he could do for Ohno, what would make him happy in situations like these. So as much as Jun wanted to touch Ohno, to grope his ass, to feel the weight of his cock in his hand, to fill his sense with the taste and the smell of Ohno, he would lay there and accept what Ohno gave him.
Though, as his hips flicked once again against Jun’s, Jun was certain that this was not a bad idea in the least.
Anyone who thought that Ohno was a space cadet and unfocused had obviously never had all of Riida’s attention. All of the members had, when Ohno became inspired to draw them, for some reason or another and it was an experience. When Ohno was on, when he was focused, there was so much energy, so much passion. It was one of the things that Jun loved about Ohno, since you could see it in his art, in his passion for fishing and in the way that he treated Jun. But no one else got to see this side of him. Something that Jun was glad for because if Ohno was this focused on anyone else, he would just burst with jealously. No one else should see Ohno like this, his eyes dark with passion, his lips swollen from kisses, given and received; swollen from the amazing things he was doing with his mouth to Jun’s body and his cock. Things that should not be possible, Jun was certain, but Ohno was talented.
Jun cursed at the invention of a cock ring, really he did, but he cursed Aiba more, for talking about it one day in the green room. He cursed the way Ohno’s eyes had lit up, asking Aiba in all innocence if he could get his hands on one, since he would really like to see one. And Aiba, helpful, bright sunny, perverted Aiba, had brought Ohno several, along with a stack of porn, claiming that delayed gratification made it better.
Jun had to admit, that watching porn, with Ohno and a cock ring had worked, but perhaps not in the way that Aiba had thought it would, since at that point he didn’t know. But curse Aiba because from that moment on, - the cock ring and Ohno being a fucking cock tease - Jun was kept from what he wanted.
Actually, it was his pride, the unwillingness to beg for it so soon, but it was easier to blame Aiba and the cock ring and Ohno for being so talented. He was just too damned talented at too many things; the use of his mouth, his hands and sometimes his hips simultaneously was one of them. At the moment it was just mouth and hands and fuck.
The moment Ohno’s mouth was surrounding Jun, all of Jun’s cock in his mouth and down throat, and the things that he was doing with his lips and tongue and his mouth, Jun was unable to do much more than to moan, to pant, to cry out for Satoshi, pleading for something, anything, but until he put it into words he would not get what he wanted, the cock ring made sure of that. And if and when that failed, Ohno knew just when to pull back, when Jun was about to break, and he was close, but not quite there yet.
And Ohno loved, Jun had found out the hard way, to suck cock. He really did, so when he did, he did it right. That usually implied a cock ring, so he could suck and play and tease and taste for as long as he wanted without having to worry about an orgasm ruining his fun.
Jun was more than willing to suffer for the sake of Ohno’s desire to get his fill of sucking Jun off. In the end it was always, always worth it since Riida made sure that he was more than satisfied, that he knew that he was loved, that Ohno was ever so pleased and happy because Jun would give himself away like this.
If it was just his mouth or the fact that it was Riida - kneeling between his legs on the bed, deep throating and then releasing him, his tongue flicking along the head of Jun’s cock, twirling, teasing and tasting there before he took Jun all in again - it if it was just that then Jun might be able to last, but it wasn’t. Oh no, it would never be just that. Ohno was a handsy person. He liked to do something with his hands when he was concentrated on one thing; let it be drawing, sketching or doodling at best, but during sex, his hands needed to feel, to wander, to experience.
So while his mouth was busy with Jun’s cock, Jun’s hands twitched, wanting nothing more than to bury his hands in Ohno’s hair, to thrust into Ohno’s mouth, holding the older man in place. But all he could do was thrust his hips in small, sharp movements - the weight of Ohno’s arm across his chest, as he tweaked his nipples, pulling, flicking, caressing, reminded Jun that this was a punishment and he was supposed to be taking what he got.
And that was just the doing of his right hand. Just that, adding Ohno’s mouth would be enough to send anyone over the edge, except there was that damned cock ring. But Ohno’s other hand was inside of Jun, three fingers, bending and stretching and scissoring; pushing against his prostate, brushing up against him when Ohno would take his entire length in, deep in his throat and pulling out when he released Jun, flicking his tongue along his tip. His hand mimicked his mouth, in and out, trusting and teasing. The fingers working in him, working on him, working in time with his mouth, that really caused Jun to break.
“Please.” Jun panted, keened really. His body arched into Ohno’s touch, shuddering with his pent up desire, his need. “Satoshi, please.” Jun begged, his voice trembling and cracking. Ohno paused in his ministrations to look at Jun from beneath his lashes, his breath hot against Jun’s cock, his fingers still but present inside Jun as he looked at Jun, drank in his expression. A pleased smile formed on his lips as his free hand moved to caress his chest, his side - not to stimulate but to comfort. The way Jun trembled underneath him they both knew that he was near his limit.
“Please what, Jun?”
“Please, I need you.”
“You do?” Ohno asked, dropping a kiss on the juncture of Jun’s hips and his pelvis, sucking at the skin there, before turning his head to lick at the base of Jun’s cock along the cock ring. Jun whimpered, trembled and Ohno smiled wider as Jun moaned. He didn’t not have to look to know that Jun was nodding, frantically; to know that his hands were balled to tight fists, fingernails cutting into his palms and the sheets that he had grabbed to keep from holding onto Ohno. He knew that Jun’s lips were bruised from his teeth digging into them as he tried to control his voice.
“Please, love, please.” Jun cried out, need and desperation so obvious in his voice that Ohno smiled against his skin, curling his fingers once more inside Jun, enjoying the way Jun tensed and writhed beneath him before he pulled his fingers out, shifting to sit between Jun’s legs with a small smile.
“If you insist.” He smiled and shifted, pulling his shirt off, finally. Seconds later he shimmied out of his pants before joining Jun on the bed. Ohno slithered up Jun’s body, making sure to rub up against him, warm skin against skin. Jun mumbled finally, with a sigh, his arms tensing but still not moving.
“You have been so good.” Ohno whispered against Jun’s lips as he settled between his legs. Jun shuddered. He could feel Ohno pressing against him, even as Ohno kissed him, slow and deep, his hands running up along Jun’s arms, twining his hands with the younger mans before moving them down, to rest at his hips.
Breaking the kiss Ohno shifted slightly, pressing into Jun and the other gasped, his hands instinctly moving to clutch at Ohno’s sides. Jun knew that he was touching Ohno and that perhaps he should not, but all he could feel was the heat of Ohno pressing into him, the harness that was oh so different than his fingers and oh so much more satisfying. He could feel Ohno trembling above him and knew that the older man would not last much longer than him, assuming the cock ring ever came off.
As Ohno mumbled ‘love you’ against his lips, he was pressed inside, hips moving and circling, searching until he found that spot that had Jun arching up above him, pressing into him in return, pulling him closer, panting his name, gasping his pleasure. Ohno pressed against him again and again, thrusts sure and steady, albeit a bit frantic. When Jun felt Ohno’s hand between their bodies, moving along his cock, he was spent almost as soon as Ohno had the ring off of his cock, pounding hard into him. And as Jun trembled and cracked beneath him, Ohno himself came, Jun was sure, though through the pleasure, the white hot haze and the sheer force of his release he was not positive of this for a long moment, but the way that Ohno sagged against him, the warm wetness that was between their bodies - quickly cooling into something that made Jun wanting nothing more than shower, but to shower would mean to disturb Ohno and that would not happen, so Jun would just suffer - Jun was certain that Ohno was spent as well.
“Worried about you.” Ohno mumbled against Jun’s neck, where his head was buried and Jun nodded, threading a hand into Ohno’s hair while the other pulled him close, an arm tight around his waist.
“I know, and I am sorry.” Jun knew his voice was hoarse and scratchy and that they both needed sleep, but it needed to be said. “Thank you, Satoshi, for loving me, always.”
Ohno just chuckled, placing a kiss against Jun’s neck. “Mine,” was all he responded but it filled Jun with warmth he hoped would never fade. He was Ohno’s; mind, body and significantly less broken soul than just months before.
and thanks to satsumatsu for help with nano induced issues :)
Takes place in the collar universe, since its convenient. And its most certainly Juntoshi.
The prompt from her: jerseys. one getting the other out of a jersey after playing a game.
Note: most of this will be written during national novel writing month. I promise that there will be typos. and it will get beta-ed. eventually. i am just going to be writing a lot all at once.
Note 2: I have not forgotten the requests. Most of them should be done this month. In between chapters of the Let it Go fic.
Jun could feel Ohno’s gaze on him as soon as he entered the house, his shoes left by the door, lined up beside Riida’s worn sneakers. It had been a longer soccer match than anticipated and Jun arrived home later than he intended. Late enough that he had skipped showering at the gym, which was something he never ever did, and went straight home. Ohno had told him to be home in time for dinner, and that very much had not happened. At all. The game started late, since half of the players were late to the scrimmage, and then the score was close enough for the entire game, with no goal until Jun had scored the first and only time of the scrimmage to call the game. Instead of staying to chat with everyone, like he usually did, he said his goodbyes, let Sho know that he was expected home and please give my apologies to everyone else, and he was gone.
There he was, standing in the entrance to his and Ohno’s apartment, with Riida watching him, his eyes dark and focused, half lidded as he looked Jun up and down, taking in the socked feet, the shorts, the practice jersey, and the towel that he had tied around his hair to keep the sweat from his eyes.
“Did you win?” Was the first thing he asked, his voice calm and light, but Jun could not help but swallow nervously, nodding slowly.
“I scored the only goal of the game.” He answered after a moment of silence. Ohno just watched him, not moving anything except his eyes; tracing along Jun’s body, taking in the curves and dips of his frame, seemingly enjoying the toned frame that Jun had developed from his stage play, though it was hidden under his clothing at the moment. However, the way that his eyes moved across Jun’s body, over his skin, Jun felt as if he were naked beneath the gaze.
“I expect nothing less of Jun.” Ohno smiled slightly, pushing off of the wall that he was leaning at. He was wearing track pants and slippers, and nothing else. Jun was startled to notice and as he shuffled towards Jun, his eyes piercing, Jun found it hard to stay in place. He wanted to move back, have something to lean against, to steady himself on but he did not dare to, not when Ohno was like this, this focused on him. “It is also unlike Jun-kun to be late for one of our dates.” His voice was soft and Jun nodded, feeling the necklace that he wore move against his skin with the action, the chain sticking to his skin slightly because of the sweat.
“I am sorry, the others were late, and I came home as soon as I could and-“ Jun stopped talking when Riida came right up to him, his body inches from Jun’s and he shook his head.
“Excuses are excuses Jun. You said you would be home, and I expect you to keep your word.” He didn’t move closer to Jun, just hovered inches away. Jun froze as Ohno spoke. It was never a good sign when Ohno was in this kind of mood. While Jun was the one who was collared, so to speak, Ohno usually let Jun have control of most parts of the relationship, or to be more precise, he never exerted his dominance. Tonight, it seemed, would be a different story entirely.
“I know and I am sorry.” Jun looked at Ohno, who looked back at him, his gaze steady and unwavering, before he nodded.
“I left you some dinner on the stove. Go eat, and shower, then we can talk.” Ohno shuffled away, moving into the bedroom and Jun paused only for a moment before moving over to the kitchen, to see what Ohno had prepared. He felt another wave of guilt when he saw that it was a pasta dish, one of his favorites; one that required a decent amount of work. Usually they did not have time to make it but Ohno had made it this evening and Jun had not been home. He felt a new wave of guilt when he looked at the pasta. He stood there for a moment, just looking at it. His shoulders sagged, and he let out a sigh.
Sometimes, he was just a horrible boyfriend.
“You are not a horrible boyfriend, Jun.”
Jun jumped as Ohno’s voice sounded beside him. He was surprised and slightly disappointed to see the other man wearing a shirt now. But Ohno had never been one to wander around naked. The shirtless Ohno that had greeted him when he got home was a rare treat.
“It just would have been nice if you had let me know that the game was starting late, or running late, or anything. But you didn’t until you were an hour and a half late getting home.” Ohno’s voice was soft, and his hand briefly touched Jun’s back, pushing him towards the food.
“Eat, then we can talk about how you will be making this up to me.” Ohno’s voice was soft as he walked away and Jun swallowed, hard.
Fuck, it was going to be one of those nights. He ate the food, but he couldn’t say that he tasted any of it. Part of his brain, the small logical part that was left at the moment, noticed that there was more in the fridge, set aside for both of them, and he was pleased that Ohno had thought ahead. The rest of his brain was trying to remember when the last time was he had disappointed Ohno like this - and what the consequences had been like. Jun would do anything that Ohno asked of him. He had always adored and respected Riida, even when they were not involved.
He had done quite a few things that he didn’t think that he would ever do, because Riida had asked, in that unassuming way of his. And he had done them, without questions. He trusted Ohno. Ohno would not do anything to hurt Jun. Perhaps there had been some pain or delayed sexual gratification, but Ohno had never ever hurt Jun. He had helped him through so much, so so much when it came to Sho; dealing with the unresolved feelings that he had had for the other man, as well as the drama that had resulted when Sho decided he liked Jun, and was going to pursue things in.
Ohno had put up with so much, as a band member, as his boyfriend and as a friend... Jun was still convinced that he did not deserve Ohno. Moments like this when he disappointed Ohno, only served to remind him that he did not deserve the other.
Jun found that he had eaten and showered while absorbed in his thoughts. When he finished showering, he realized that he had nothing in the bathroom but his dirty clothes - which were already in the hamper, and there was no way that he was putting those back on - and the towels. With a small sigh, Jun cursed himself once again for being late. It was supposed to be a low key night home for him and Ohno, something that they rarely got, and he had messed even that up.
“Jun, it is really alright.” Ohno called from the bathroom door as he leaned against it. Jun looked up to him, surprised.
“How did you-“ He stopped as Ohno chuckled, moving forward to take Jun’s hand and lead him towards the bedroom, grabbing an extra towel on his way.
“Jun is always easy for me to read, especially when he feels like he has let someone down.” Ohno tightened his hand.
Jun was relieved for the moment to feel the pressure of rings against his hand, cool and metallic. From the feel and the texture he knew they were some of his own; not some that Ohno had picked up or had been given to him. Ohno’s touch, and the rings always grounded him. Reminded him that Ohno was real, that this was real, they were real; that these feelings were not a dream. In the beginning it had seemed too good to be true, Jun admitted. But that was not something to be dwelt upon as Ohno, his hand steady and warm in his own, drew him into the bedroom.
Ohno didn’t speak, just pushed Jun to sit on the bed, using the other towel that he had pulled from the bathroom to towel dry the rest of Jun’s hair, and then his body, brushing the drops of water from his skin with the towel. Jun could feel the pressure of his hands, light and teasing as he worked, and Ohno did not say anything, just brushed the water off of Jun with the towel. The touch was methodical, steady and not one meant to arouse, but there was something touching about the way that Ohno was standing in front of Jun, taking care of him. It was almost as if he needed to reassure himself that Jun was there. It was the same kind of touch that he had used during the entire recent Sho fiasco, Jun realized and he could not help but smile fondly, even as he wondered if that was something else that he failed at. Had he made Ohno doubt them? Or was it just worry that he had not called, uncharacteristically?
Jun looked at Ohno for a moment, pausing to shift and place a brief kiss against the inside of Ohno’s wrist. He was not sure if he was allowed more at this point, so he would not press him luck but Ohno paused his movements, the towel resting against Jun’s shoulder as he ‘hmmed‘ in response and Jun took that as a sign to speak.
“I am sorry that I worried you, Saotshi. But I am here now.” Jun looked up to Ohno, shifting to pull him into an embrace, burying his head against the others torso, breathing in the scent of Ohno and their laundry detergent. Theirs. It was such a nice thought.
“I am not going anywhere you know.” Jun’s voice was muffled against Ohno’s shirt and chest but he could feel Ohno shifting, tightening his arms around Jun. “I am yours, and only yours, for as long as you will have me.” Jun just hugged Ohno to him, keeping the touch as platonic as possible. He was still unsure of what Ohno planned for the evening but this needed to be said. He needed to know.
“I do love you Jun.” Was the reply as Ohno shifted, his hands moving to Jun’s shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. “And you are not allowed to go anywhere.” Ohno looked down at Jun, his gaze pausing at the necklace and charm that was nestled in the hollow of Jun’s throat, taking in the lean muscles of his torso, the moles right near his nipple. His eyes traveled down to his waist, where it narrowed just so before flaring slightly out into his hips. Jun’s hips were something that he appreciated. The way they stuck out, Jun’s profile in concert, the way they swiveled and swayed. It was not as if Ohno had a hip fetish but he was quite certain that he had a Junfetish, and really, who could blame him. Anyone who had Matsumoto Jun lying on the bed, naked and waiting - waiting to let you do whatever you wanted to do to him... No one could deny how wonderful and amazing feeling that was. Ohno considered himself to be a very lucky man.
“Where would I go, Satoshi? All I want is here.” Jun answered, his voice low, husky and Ohno just continued to look. He knew what his gaze did to Jun, how Jun’s body would react when he just studied him like this, without touching him. The towel, dark gray, had long ago fallen open and all of Jun was revealed to his gaze, the paleness of his skin contrasted nicely against it and the black sheets and comforter that were currently on the bed. Jun lay there, his arms stretched up above his head, lengthening the line of his body. The smile on his face was enough for Ohno to know that Jun was enjoying it, making certain that Ohno was enjoying what he was looking at.
“Already so eager, Jun?” Ohno asked as he dipped a hand down, caressing Jun’s hip idly with his thumb and Jun could not hold in his gasp at the touch, the first teasing touch of the evening.
“For you, always?” Jun gasped out as Ohno’s fingers brushed across his cock for the briefest moment before caressing his other hip, admiring how much tanner his skin was than Jun’s and the lovely contrast that his skin tone made against Jun’s skin.
They really did go well together.
“Stay like that, Jun?” Ohno asked, looking at him with darkened eyes and Jun stared back, thinking. Under normal circumstances, while he loved to touch Ohno, it was easy enough to do what he asked, but tonight, he was not sure what Ohno had in mind. Sometimes, when the mood stuck, he would draw it out for hours, never letting Jun come until he was a quivering mess on the bed, undone and begging for release. Sometimes it was just sex, hard and fast and several times in a row, until they were both so spent that all they could do was to pull the covers up. And sometimes it was slow and sensual, where things slowly built until they both came, in a trembling mess of emotion.
“I will try.” Was Jun’s response after a moment and Ohno shifted so he knelt over Jun. His body did not touch Jun, but his shirt, loose as always on his frame, brushed against Jun’s chest, the hem brushing against his cock and Jun could not help but shiver, from the touch, from the dark look in Ohno’s eyes; the passion there that he loved to bring out or from the anticipation, Jun was not sure.
Ohno shifted, pressing his body down against Jun’s without warning, and as the air was pushed from Jun’s lungs, Ohno captured his lips in a kiss. When Jun parted his lips, the air rushing out of them from the suddenness of Ohno’s weight and the surprise of the contact. Ohno did not hesitate to snake his tongue inside, kissing Jun until they were both lightheaded.
Jun loved when Ohno kissed him, did anything to him really, but the way that he focused on the kiss, the feel of Ohno’s tongue against his own, they way their tongues danced together, as if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment but them and the kiss. Only moments later Jun would always be very much reminded that other things mattered, as Ohno’s hand would find its way somewhere on his body to touch and caress, lighting the passion in Jun, the desire swelling forth until he trembled beneath Ohno; trembled for air; trembled with desire. With such a tension that was ready to snap at any moment. Jun knew better than to try and grind his hips up against Ohno’s, even though he could feel the hardness of Ohno’s cock between their bodies pressing into his stomach. Trying to get Ohno to hurry when he was punishing you - though really, sex with Ohno was never ever a punishment - only resulted in a significantly delayed gratification for Jun. That was not something that he aimed for tonight; unless, of course that was what Ohno wanted to give him. He could not keep totally still though. He pressed his body up against Ohno’s, arched into his touch and kissed him back with as much enthusiasm as he could.
He loved this man, so much and this was one of the many ways that he could show it. To anyone else perhaps, it would be a surprise that Ohno was the one in charge of their relationship. Though sometimes he thought that the members saw it, the public would be scandalized to think that Jun, the Matsumoto Jun, the snarky DoS was such a softy for his Riida. He would do almost anything for his band and they knew better than to abuse that privilege, but he would do anything for Ohno, if it made the other happy. Jun was glad that Ohno would never abuse that trust, that devotion. Ohno would never ask for him to give up Arashi, for them to give it up. He would never ask for anything more than Jun could give, and the most he ever asked for was just Jun himself.
It was what made Ohno so beautiful to Jun. One of so many reasons.
Jun, even in moments like these, moments that were filled with passion, wondered what Ohno saw in him. What did he give Ohno that made him love him, that made him stay. Sure, Jun was attractive, the modeling stunt at fashion week had proved that to the world. And the art that Ohno had drawn from the show (which he had managed to attend, despite their schedules (all the members had)) still floored Jun. Ohno made him to be an ethereal beauty. It was breath taking, flattering and such a statement of love and adoration that Jun had been embarrassed enough to walk away while the band members oohed and aahed over the painting in Ohno’s studio. However beyond the attraction, Jun was not sure what void he filled that Ohno needed.
But even that thought was driven from his mind as Ohno shifted, allowing his shirt to drag over Jun’s body, his mouth moving along Jun’s neck and collar bones, nipping and sucking. Soon his mouth found that spot on Jun’s neck that made him melt. The moan that slipped from his mouth, the breathy beg of “Please, Satoshi” was met with a soft chuckle, before Jun found himself arching up and crying out, as Ohno sucked on the skin below his ear, his tongue dancing across the skin beneath his lips, even as a hand slipped down, taking Jun’s cock in his hand.
“Satoshi.” Jun panted and moaned and Ohno chuckled against his skin once more, placing a kiss on the red spot that had formed from the treatment but they both knew that it would not bruise. They had been together long enough to know just what would and would not cause difficulty for the costumes designers and the makeup artists of the agency. The last thing they needed was gossip in the office that both of them were sporting hickeys and various love bites that needed concealing. What they did in the bedroom, though it was no where near hard core kinky or hard core bondage (and tonight wouldn’t really cross that line) it was their own business. And if the make up artists saw, then their band members would most certainly see - and the last thing that Nino and Aiba needed was more ammunition to fuel their overactive imagination.
Even as Ohno laughed, taking a moment to look at Jun, really look at him, his hand did not stop stroking Jun, moving up and down his length, enough to stimulate, but no where near enough pressure to satisfy Jun.
“I want to see you beg tonight, Jun. I want you to want me so much that all you can think about is me, and what you want from me.” Ohno shifted, licking his way across Jun’s collarbones, lathing them with attention. Jun moaned beneath him as his finger flicked over the head of his cock, the touch feather light, leaving Jun wanting more. “I love watching you come undone like this, and,” Ohno paused as he shifted, both hands moving to caress Jun’s cheeks, even as his hips circled down, grinding and rolling and moving against Jun’s own in a way that could only have him whine in the back of his throat, moaning with desire. “I think tonight I will make you beg for it. Bring you so close, again and again, until I am sure that you really want it.” Jun could hear the desire in Ohno’s voice and most certainly feel it; when his hips flicked in just such a way that their cocks rubbed together, the thin fabric of Ohno’s pants could not hide the heat. Jun nodded, arching up to capture Ohno’s lips with his own. He wanted to reach out and touch Ohno, but that would mean getting tied up and then the evening really would push Jun to his limits. As it was, all he could do was not to grab Ohno, roll them over and attempt to hurry things along the way.
Ohno knew that Jun liked to be pushed to his limits, how much he was capable of, what he could do for Ohno, what would make him happy in situations like these. So as much as Jun wanted to touch Ohno, to grope his ass, to feel the weight of his cock in his hand, to fill his sense with the taste and the smell of Ohno, he would lay there and accept what Ohno gave him.
Though, as his hips flicked once again against Jun’s, Jun was certain that this was not a bad idea in the least.
Anyone who thought that Ohno was a space cadet and unfocused had obviously never had all of Riida’s attention. All of the members had, when Ohno became inspired to draw them, for some reason or another and it was an experience. When Ohno was on, when he was focused, there was so much energy, so much passion. It was one of the things that Jun loved about Ohno, since you could see it in his art, in his passion for fishing and in the way that he treated Jun. But no one else got to see this side of him. Something that Jun was glad for because if Ohno was this focused on anyone else, he would just burst with jealously. No one else should see Ohno like this, his eyes dark with passion, his lips swollen from kisses, given and received; swollen from the amazing things he was doing with his mouth to Jun’s body and his cock. Things that should not be possible, Jun was certain, but Ohno was talented.
Jun cursed at the invention of a cock ring, really he did, but he cursed Aiba more, for talking about it one day in the green room. He cursed the way Ohno’s eyes had lit up, asking Aiba in all innocence if he could get his hands on one, since he would really like to see one. And Aiba, helpful, bright sunny, perverted Aiba, had brought Ohno several, along with a stack of porn, claiming that delayed gratification made it better.
Jun had to admit, that watching porn, with Ohno and a cock ring had worked, but perhaps not in the way that Aiba had thought it would, since at that point he didn’t know. But curse Aiba because from that moment on, - the cock ring and Ohno being a fucking cock tease - Jun was kept from what he wanted.
Actually, it was his pride, the unwillingness to beg for it so soon, but it was easier to blame Aiba and the cock ring and Ohno for being so talented. He was just too damned talented at too many things; the use of his mouth, his hands and sometimes his hips simultaneously was one of them. At the moment it was just mouth and hands and fuck.
The moment Ohno’s mouth was surrounding Jun, all of Jun’s cock in his mouth and down throat, and the things that he was doing with his lips and tongue and his mouth, Jun was unable to do much more than to moan, to pant, to cry out for Satoshi, pleading for something, anything, but until he put it into words he would not get what he wanted, the cock ring made sure of that. And if and when that failed, Ohno knew just when to pull back, when Jun was about to break, and he was close, but not quite there yet.
And Ohno loved, Jun had found out the hard way, to suck cock. He really did, so when he did, he did it right. That usually implied a cock ring, so he could suck and play and tease and taste for as long as he wanted without having to worry about an orgasm ruining his fun.
Jun was more than willing to suffer for the sake of Ohno’s desire to get his fill of sucking Jun off. In the end it was always, always worth it since Riida made sure that he was more than satisfied, that he knew that he was loved, that Ohno was ever so pleased and happy because Jun would give himself away like this.
If it was just his mouth or the fact that it was Riida - kneeling between his legs on the bed, deep throating and then releasing him, his tongue flicking along the head of Jun’s cock, twirling, teasing and tasting there before he took Jun all in again - it if it was just that then Jun might be able to last, but it wasn’t. Oh no, it would never be just that. Ohno was a handsy person. He liked to do something with his hands when he was concentrated on one thing; let it be drawing, sketching or doodling at best, but during sex, his hands needed to feel, to wander, to experience.
So while his mouth was busy with Jun’s cock, Jun’s hands twitched, wanting nothing more than to bury his hands in Ohno’s hair, to thrust into Ohno’s mouth, holding the older man in place. But all he could do was thrust his hips in small, sharp movements - the weight of Ohno’s arm across his chest, as he tweaked his nipples, pulling, flicking, caressing, reminded Jun that this was a punishment and he was supposed to be taking what he got.
And that was just the doing of his right hand. Just that, adding Ohno’s mouth would be enough to send anyone over the edge, except there was that damned cock ring. But Ohno’s other hand was inside of Jun, three fingers, bending and stretching and scissoring; pushing against his prostate, brushing up against him when Ohno would take his entire length in, deep in his throat and pulling out when he released Jun, flicking his tongue along his tip. His hand mimicked his mouth, in and out, trusting and teasing. The fingers working in him, working on him, working in time with his mouth, that really caused Jun to break.
“Please.” Jun panted, keened really. His body arched into Ohno’s touch, shuddering with his pent up desire, his need. “Satoshi, please.” Jun begged, his voice trembling and cracking. Ohno paused in his ministrations to look at Jun from beneath his lashes, his breath hot against Jun’s cock, his fingers still but present inside Jun as he looked at Jun, drank in his expression. A pleased smile formed on his lips as his free hand moved to caress his chest, his side - not to stimulate but to comfort. The way Jun trembled underneath him they both knew that he was near his limit.
“Please what, Jun?”
“Please, I need you.”
“You do?” Ohno asked, dropping a kiss on the juncture of Jun’s hips and his pelvis, sucking at the skin there, before turning his head to lick at the base of Jun’s cock along the cock ring. Jun whimpered, trembled and Ohno smiled wider as Jun moaned. He didn’t not have to look to know that Jun was nodding, frantically; to know that his hands were balled to tight fists, fingernails cutting into his palms and the sheets that he had grabbed to keep from holding onto Ohno. He knew that Jun’s lips were bruised from his teeth digging into them as he tried to control his voice.
“Please, love, please.” Jun cried out, need and desperation so obvious in his voice that Ohno smiled against his skin, curling his fingers once more inside Jun, enjoying the way Jun tensed and writhed beneath him before he pulled his fingers out, shifting to sit between Jun’s legs with a small smile.
“If you insist.” He smiled and shifted, pulling his shirt off, finally. Seconds later he shimmied out of his pants before joining Jun on the bed. Ohno slithered up Jun’s body, making sure to rub up against him, warm skin against skin. Jun mumbled finally, with a sigh, his arms tensing but still not moving.
“You have been so good.” Ohno whispered against Jun’s lips as he settled between his legs. Jun shuddered. He could feel Ohno pressing against him, even as Ohno kissed him, slow and deep, his hands running up along Jun’s arms, twining his hands with the younger mans before moving them down, to rest at his hips.
Breaking the kiss Ohno shifted slightly, pressing into Jun and the other gasped, his hands instinctly moving to clutch at Ohno’s sides. Jun knew that he was touching Ohno and that perhaps he should not, but all he could feel was the heat of Ohno pressing into him, the harness that was oh so different than his fingers and oh so much more satisfying. He could feel Ohno trembling above him and knew that the older man would not last much longer than him, assuming the cock ring ever came off.
As Ohno mumbled ‘love you’ against his lips, he was pressed inside, hips moving and circling, searching until he found that spot that had Jun arching up above him, pressing into him in return, pulling him closer, panting his name, gasping his pleasure. Ohno pressed against him again and again, thrusts sure and steady, albeit a bit frantic. When Jun felt Ohno’s hand between their bodies, moving along his cock, he was spent almost as soon as Ohno had the ring off of his cock, pounding hard into him. And as Jun trembled and cracked beneath him, Ohno himself came, Jun was sure, though through the pleasure, the white hot haze and the sheer force of his release he was not positive of this for a long moment, but the way that Ohno sagged against him, the warm wetness that was between their bodies - quickly cooling into something that made Jun wanting nothing more than shower, but to shower would mean to disturb Ohno and that would not happen, so Jun would just suffer - Jun was certain that Ohno was spent as well.
“Worried about you.” Ohno mumbled against Jun’s neck, where his head was buried and Jun nodded, threading a hand into Ohno’s hair while the other pulled him close, an arm tight around his waist.
“I know, and I am sorry.” Jun knew his voice was hoarse and scratchy and that they both needed sleep, but it needed to be said. “Thank you, Satoshi, for loving me, always.”
Ohno just chuckled, placing a kiss against Jun’s neck. “Mine,” was all he responded but it filled Jun with warmth he hoped would never fade. He was Ohno’s; mind, body and significantly less broken soul than just months before.