Accidental Confessions (Juba)
So things are super crazy here with me moving out of my apartment by the 5th, graduation, trying to tell everything, and things like that.
BUT i wrote a drabble. So yay.
I present to you, Juba! (I am trying to work on some Matsumiya, but its not been going well ^^*
Title: Accidental Confessions
Rating: Fluff
Summary: Some words cannot be taken back, but Aiba just goes with the flow.
For thoroughlynerdy whom I keep promising a Juba to, and thanks to thoroughlynerdy for the beta.
Aiba was high off the concert endorphins, the screams of the fans, and just love for Arashi as a whole. It felt like he was still thrumming with energy, Tokyo shows of their Popcorn tour having finished just minutes before. Somewhere above them he could still hear the chatting of the crowds, the screams, the laughter, even as their staff was starting to tear down the venue.
The Arashi dressing room, their personal one with street clothes and shower supplies was in various states of chaos with Sho and Ohno collapsed on the couch and Nino sprawled across them. They were all trying to get their energy and bodies back to normal enough to want to shower and get in the bus for the night drive back to Tokyo. Looking around the dressing room ,Aiba was struck by Jun whose expression seemed to be mirroring the happiness and the joy that he felt during their the concerts and lives, and Arashi, and just everything. Jun always thrived at concerts and it was always evident just how much he loved the concerts. Aiba (while he had always loved concerts and the fans) was starting to better understand just why Jun’s favorite part of being an idol was the concerts, and his subsequent reluctance to go home to an empty apartment full of laundry and silence.
"This is the kind of Jun I like best..." Aiba found himself commenting, without really thinking about it, and the room fell silent, Jun stopping halfway through pulling off the concert t-shirt revealing a toned chest and back, and while Sho was making whimpering noises they were drowned out by Nino's chortling. Sho had never been good at the lovey dovey band moments that Aiba (and Ohno while drinking) were prone to.
"Stripper Jun?" Nino leered at Jun. "I didn't realize you got off on the same things that the fangirls did during Jun-pon's solo." Nino hmmed in fake concentration, a hand going to his chin. “I mean, that bathrobe was kind of ridiculous, though he does walk around in a similar one backstage.” Nino grinned. “I guess it is hot.“
Jun settled the t-shirt back down over his body, his eyes bouncing between Nino and Aiba in confusion.
"I mean it, Nino!" Aiba protested, though he would not look at Jun, his eyes stayed focused on Nino, though his face burned with a slight blush. "There are many things about Jun to like. I like--" Aiba stopped as Nino shook his head, and was surprised to see that Nino had stood and was gently tugging Ohno by the arm, who was towing Sho out of the room.
"While we are Arashi, the band of way too much information and no secrets, and I know that you love us, some things aren't meant for our ears." His smile was gentle, and he winked encouragingly at Aiba before shooting a glance to Jun. "Just remember, J, he likes it when you strip. We ALL like it when you strip." The last was said with a leer, and Jun shouted "Oi!" just as the door shut, Nino cackling as the door closed, shouting out comments about how Jun can ‘shake it any time, with all that funk and body he has’, leaving Jun trying to figure out just what the heck was going on and why he was now alone with Aiba.
"I do like Jun. All of Jun." Aiba was the first to break the awkward silence that had settled over them as Jun watched the door, not quite glancing at him. Though perhaps that statement was not the best way to break the silence as Jun stared even harder at the door, as if the ghost of Nino past would just come back and tell him what exactly he had meant by that comment. And why his bandmates had made a pointed escape despite all of them needing to shower and head home.
While he was watching Jun stare at the door, Aiba still did not quite look at Jun, instead he looked at his shoulder, or the line of his neck, though staring at either of those did not really help his focus or thoughts. Jun's body, even clothed, was distracting. It was not the first time he had thought so, it would not be the last, and Aiba knew that Nino (as his best friend) was probably tired of hearing about how he cared for Jun, but before this accidental confession, there has been no way that he was going to confess after 14 years in Arashi and longer than that in groups together. But since he had already confessed even if it was an accident, he would just go with it. Hopefully sucesfully..
"What is going on?" Jun asked, his voice a little harsher than he intended from the way he stiffened after he spoke, but Aiba was used to Jun now, after all these years. Jun was still glaring at the door, his arms folded over his chest, and Aiba took in a deep breath. Then another, trying stop the trembling that he could feel in his hands. Later he would blame it on the remaining adrenaline from the concert, from the rush that he got performing from the fans, not nervousness. There was nothing about Jun that should make him nervous. But that did not stop the trembling of his hands, or the slight catch in his voice as he spoke. It was not Jun that made him nervous, it was the prospect of messing up Arashi, their friendship. There were so many things that were wrong with this idea, so many things that could go wrong. It was what prevented Aiba from confessing before.
“I--I like you.” Aiba paused and Jun turned slightly toward him, cocking his head to the side, his brows furrowing just slightly.
“I like you too.” Jun replied and Aiba sighed, loud enough that Jun most certainly heard, his eyebrows scrunching together even more.
“Jun...I don’t like you like I like the rest of Arashi. I like you all the time. When you don’t have enough caffeine and its like you are going to bite all our heads off. When we have to wake you up even though you didn’t get enough sleep and you say mean and nasty things to us. I like you when you apologize for the mean and nasty things by bringing us awesome food. I like you just like this, when you are happy to be in Arashi, exhausted from the concert, and just here with us. With me.” Aiba moved slightly towards Jun, who shifted back, until he was pressed against the door, Aiba hovering in front of him. Jun’s eyes were wide, and Aiba was certain the other was blushing, though he was not making any move to push Aiba away, not even when Aiba’s hands moved up to brace himself against the door, his hands on either side of Jun’s head.
“I like you, and unless you object, I am going to kiss you. Is that OK Jun?” Aiba asked, his voice soft, and Jun nodded, his eyes flickering over Aiba’s face, tracing his features nervously.
As Aiba pressed forward he stilled as Jun’s hands came up, bracing themselves against his chest and pressing there. Aiba paused, his chest tightening. Had Jun changed his mind even before he had kissed him? Aiba would never force his affection on Jun, he had never meant to confess at all, but he had, and he was, and if Jun was pushing him away, he would not press the issue, though Nino would KILL him later when he found out.
Aiba tried to move back, but he stopped as Jun’s hands fisted themselves in his shirt, and Jun pulled him closer, pressing their cheeks together as he spoke.
“Just so you know, I like you too, Masaki.”
Aiba sagged against Jun in relief, his arms curling around the other in a hug, his embrace only loosening to Jun could hug him in return. Aiba pulled away with a slight giggle, grinning at Jun with a wink.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to you stripping some more, just for me, though. And unlike Nino, I like your concert costume bathrobe.”
“Oi!” Jun grumbled, lightly hitting Aiba on the shoulder and moving away with a feigned frown. “I don’t strip on the first confession. You have some wooing to do, if you plan on seeing anything that isn’t scripted for the fans.” Jun shouldered his bag and grabbed Aiba’s which was sitting on the floor beside his own.
“You can start by keeping me company as I do laundry.” Jun’s voice was soft and Aiba beamed at him.
“Oooh, a home date with MatsuJun. I like it.” Aiba grabbed his bag, and took Jun’s from him as well, surprised when Jun let him take both of the bags.
“It isn’t a home date.” He grumbled, but there was a slight smile pulling at his lips, and his eyes were sparkling.
“Then I should wait to start the wooing?” Aiba asked, holding open the door and motioning for Jun to go through, and Jun shook his head.
“Nope, that can start any time.” He paused, glancing both ways down the hallway before tugging on his bag, not to take it from Aiba, but pulling Aiba close enough to brush a brief kiss across his lips. As Jun pulled away Aiba gaped at him, his mouth hanging open slightly. Aiba was dazed, though he thought he saw Jun mutter cute, before the other took a step back.
“I will see you at my place. I trust you remember how to get there?” Was all he asked before striding down the hallway and Aiba stared after him gathering his thoughts and wits about him, and taking a moment to appreciate the slight sway in his steps, as well as Jun’s hips and ass, before jogging after him.
Let the wooing begin.
BUT i wrote a drabble. So yay.
I present to you, Juba! (I am trying to work on some Matsumiya, but its not been going well ^^*
Title: Accidental Confessions
Rating: Fluff
Summary: Some words cannot be taken back, but Aiba just goes with the flow.
For thoroughlynerdy whom I keep promising a Juba to, and thanks to thoroughlynerdy for the beta.
Aiba was high off the concert endorphins, the screams of the fans, and just love for Arashi as a whole. It felt like he was still thrumming with energy, Tokyo shows of their Popcorn tour having finished just minutes before. Somewhere above them he could still hear the chatting of the crowds, the screams, the laughter, even as their staff was starting to tear down the venue.
The Arashi dressing room, their personal one with street clothes and shower supplies was in various states of chaos with Sho and Ohno collapsed on the couch and Nino sprawled across them. They were all trying to get their energy and bodies back to normal enough to want to shower and get in the bus for the night drive back to Tokyo. Looking around the dressing room ,Aiba was struck by Jun whose expression seemed to be mirroring the happiness and the joy that he felt during their the concerts and lives, and Arashi, and just everything. Jun always thrived at concerts and it was always evident just how much he loved the concerts. Aiba (while he had always loved concerts and the fans) was starting to better understand just why Jun’s favorite part of being an idol was the concerts, and his subsequent reluctance to go home to an empty apartment full of laundry and silence.
"This is the kind of Jun I like best..." Aiba found himself commenting, without really thinking about it, and the room fell silent, Jun stopping halfway through pulling off the concert t-shirt revealing a toned chest and back, and while Sho was making whimpering noises they were drowned out by Nino's chortling. Sho had never been good at the lovey dovey band moments that Aiba (and Ohno while drinking) were prone to.
"Stripper Jun?" Nino leered at Jun. "I didn't realize you got off on the same things that the fangirls did during Jun-pon's solo." Nino hmmed in fake concentration, a hand going to his chin. “I mean, that bathrobe was kind of ridiculous, though he does walk around in a similar one backstage.” Nino grinned. “I guess it is hot.“
Jun settled the t-shirt back down over his body, his eyes bouncing between Nino and Aiba in confusion.
"I mean it, Nino!" Aiba protested, though he would not look at Jun, his eyes stayed focused on Nino, though his face burned with a slight blush. "There are many things about Jun to like. I like--" Aiba stopped as Nino shook his head, and was surprised to see that Nino had stood and was gently tugging Ohno by the arm, who was towing Sho out of the room.
"While we are Arashi, the band of way too much information and no secrets, and I know that you love us, some things aren't meant for our ears." His smile was gentle, and he winked encouragingly at Aiba before shooting a glance to Jun. "Just remember, J, he likes it when you strip. We ALL like it when you strip." The last was said with a leer, and Jun shouted "Oi!" just as the door shut, Nino cackling as the door closed, shouting out comments about how Jun can ‘shake it any time, with all that funk and body he has’, leaving Jun trying to figure out just what the heck was going on and why he was now alone with Aiba.
"I do like Jun. All of Jun." Aiba was the first to break the awkward silence that had settled over them as Jun watched the door, not quite glancing at him. Though perhaps that statement was not the best way to break the silence as Jun stared even harder at the door, as if the ghost of Nino past would just come back and tell him what exactly he had meant by that comment. And why his bandmates had made a pointed escape despite all of them needing to shower and head home.
While he was watching Jun stare at the door, Aiba still did not quite look at Jun, instead he looked at his shoulder, or the line of his neck, though staring at either of those did not really help his focus or thoughts. Jun's body, even clothed, was distracting. It was not the first time he had thought so, it would not be the last, and Aiba knew that Nino (as his best friend) was probably tired of hearing about how he cared for Jun, but before this accidental confession, there has been no way that he was going to confess after 14 years in Arashi and longer than that in groups together. But since he had already confessed even if it was an accident, he would just go with it. Hopefully sucesfully..
"What is going on?" Jun asked, his voice a little harsher than he intended from the way he stiffened after he spoke, but Aiba was used to Jun now, after all these years. Jun was still glaring at the door, his arms folded over his chest, and Aiba took in a deep breath. Then another, trying stop the trembling that he could feel in his hands. Later he would blame it on the remaining adrenaline from the concert, from the rush that he got performing from the fans, not nervousness. There was nothing about Jun that should make him nervous. But that did not stop the trembling of his hands, or the slight catch in his voice as he spoke. It was not Jun that made him nervous, it was the prospect of messing up Arashi, their friendship. There were so many things that were wrong with this idea, so many things that could go wrong. It was what prevented Aiba from confessing before.
“I--I like you.” Aiba paused and Jun turned slightly toward him, cocking his head to the side, his brows furrowing just slightly.
“I like you too.” Jun replied and Aiba sighed, loud enough that Jun most certainly heard, his eyebrows scrunching together even more.
“Jun...I don’t like you like I like the rest of Arashi. I like you all the time. When you don’t have enough caffeine and its like you are going to bite all our heads off. When we have to wake you up even though you didn’t get enough sleep and you say mean and nasty things to us. I like you when you apologize for the mean and nasty things by bringing us awesome food. I like you just like this, when you are happy to be in Arashi, exhausted from the concert, and just here with us. With me.” Aiba moved slightly towards Jun, who shifted back, until he was pressed against the door, Aiba hovering in front of him. Jun’s eyes were wide, and Aiba was certain the other was blushing, though he was not making any move to push Aiba away, not even when Aiba’s hands moved up to brace himself against the door, his hands on either side of Jun’s head.
“I like you, and unless you object, I am going to kiss you. Is that OK Jun?” Aiba asked, his voice soft, and Jun nodded, his eyes flickering over Aiba’s face, tracing his features nervously.
As Aiba pressed forward he stilled as Jun’s hands came up, bracing themselves against his chest and pressing there. Aiba paused, his chest tightening. Had Jun changed his mind even before he had kissed him? Aiba would never force his affection on Jun, he had never meant to confess at all, but he had, and he was, and if Jun was pushing him away, he would not press the issue, though Nino would KILL him later when he found out.
Aiba tried to move back, but he stopped as Jun’s hands fisted themselves in his shirt, and Jun pulled him closer, pressing their cheeks together as he spoke.
“Just so you know, I like you too, Masaki.”
Aiba sagged against Jun in relief, his arms curling around the other in a hug, his embrace only loosening to Jun could hug him in return. Aiba pulled away with a slight giggle, grinning at Jun with a wink.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to you stripping some more, just for me, though. And unlike Nino, I like your concert costume bathrobe.”
“Oi!” Jun grumbled, lightly hitting Aiba on the shoulder and moving away with a feigned frown. “I don’t strip on the first confession. You have some wooing to do, if you plan on seeing anything that isn’t scripted for the fans.” Jun shouldered his bag and grabbed Aiba’s which was sitting on the floor beside his own.
“You can start by keeping me company as I do laundry.” Jun’s voice was soft and Aiba beamed at him.
“Oooh, a home date with MatsuJun. I like it.” Aiba grabbed his bag, and took Jun’s from him as well, surprised when Jun let him take both of the bags.
“It isn’t a home date.” He grumbled, but there was a slight smile pulling at his lips, and his eyes were sparkling.
“Then I should wait to start the wooing?” Aiba asked, holding open the door and motioning for Jun to go through, and Jun shook his head.
“Nope, that can start any time.” He paused, glancing both ways down the hallway before tugging on his bag, not to take it from Aiba, but pulling Aiba close enough to brush a brief kiss across his lips. As Jun pulled away Aiba gaped at him, his mouth hanging open slightly. Aiba was dazed, though he thought he saw Jun mutter cute, before the other took a step back.
“I will see you at my place. I trust you remember how to get there?” Was all he asked before striding down the hallway and Aiba stared after him gathering his thoughts and wits about him, and taking a moment to appreciate the slight sway in his steps, as well as Jun’s hips and ass, before jogging after him.
Let the wooing begin.