A Distant Intimacy
Just to prove that I am writing, here's the start of the 3rd story in what I'm calling my "Series of Encounters" series with Jun and Mao. I'm about half way through writing it, but these things always turn out longer than I expect, so we'll see.
A Distant Intimacy
“This is what hell must feel like,” Jun muttered to himself while staring blankly at the video playing on his computer. He had to make notes regarding a new drink commercial his team had put together for a presentation at the end of the week. But he just couldn’t concentrate.
Three weeks.
Three weeks of walking around in constant state of hard-on. It was pure unadulterated hell. And it was all Inoue Mao’s fault.
“This chick is becoming an obsession with you, Matsujun,” Aiba had remarked last night, watching in disgust as Jun ignored at least 5 gorgeous women trying to gain his attention. “It isn’t healthy. And neither is this celibacy thing you’ve imposed on yourself.” He waved his hands, gesturing to the women around him. “You, my friend, have become a little bitch and need to get laid. And, oh look! Women. Willing, beautiful women. I don’t understand why you have to make things so difficult.”
Aiba swallowed the last of his beer and clapped Jun on the back before wrapping his arms around two of their many giggling admirers. Jun slowly sipped his gin. Aiba just didn’t understand. He couldn’t very well find just any woman to ease his... frustration. It wouldn’t be right. It would be like forfeiting the next victory. It had to be HER and only HER. Aiba was right about one thing, however. She WAS becoming on obsession. But oh what an obsession. What delicious torture.
“You know, I probably should invoke some of those friendship laws, like, thou shalt not screw around on thy best friend’s potential girlfriend’s best friend,” Toma had merely shook his head at him that night when meeting Maki and Mao. “But knowing what a ball buster Mao is and seeing how she’s already got you wrapped up in those deep brown eyes of hers, I would have to admit I’m too intrigued with your eventual downfall to tell you to back the hell off.” Some friend he was. “But if you do manage to fuck things up between Maki and I, I will have to kick your ass.” Or at least try to, Jun had thought to himself.
Toma was his brother and Jun would never deliberately try to hurt him. But Mao was proving too difficult to resist and too impossible to forget. Jun’s body tightened, remembering her hot tongue fighting with his, the warm, smooth, silkiness of her skin, and the way her tight, wet core felt around his fingers. Shuddering, he stood from his desk, grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and paced around the room taking a long drag. Oh, how he wished he had a shower installed in his office so he could drown the air of lust he carried in cold water. But he reveled in his lust as well, not having felt this sort of excitement for a woman in a very long time. He was glad Toma was so understanding. He would hate for their friendship to be compromised in case something wrong did happen. Like heaven forbid Mao fell in love with him. He’d be very disappointed if she did. That would take the fun out of this whole thing as experience had taught him. But he knew they were both entering this with their eyes wide open. He was only apprehensive about the time when it would eventually come to an end, because that was when things usually got messy. It usually did get messy as he would just get bored and the game would be at an end. He frowned, strangely not liking the idea of confirming Mao’s already cynical thoughts about men when he eventually walked away. Jun would just have to make sure Mao had nothing to complain about. Which shouldn’t be too difficult, after all he was Matsumoto Jun and no matter how big a bastard women would call him in the end, no one could deny that he was good. And while Inoue Mao might prove to be good as well, he would be better. Unforgettable. She would never be able to deny it.
If only she would make her move.
Frustrated, Jun tossed his cigarette butt into the ashtray and grabbed his jacket. He needed to go for a walk.
Three weeks. Three fucking weeks. Three weeks since Mao had thrown the gauntlet in his face and stirred his senses in the nightclub. Two and a half weeks since he had painfully walked away after pleasuring her in the empty stairwell of a restaurant building. He had thought Mao would have retaliated against him by now, but he was beginning to wonder if maybe he was expecting too much from her. After all, she had retreated first. Maybe he needed to chase a little harder.
While Jun contemplated asking Toma to get Mao’s information, a knock sounded on his door. It was Toda Erika, one of his advertising firm’s front desk receptionists. She smiled shyly at him when she entered the his office.
“Shitsureshimasu. I’m surprised you’re still here, Matsumoto-san. Has the rest of your team gone home for the evening?” She looked around at the empty room.
“Yes. I told them they could leave early while I stayed to finish some stuff up if they came in early tomorrow to work on the presentation. A fresh perspective, so to speak.” He noticed Erika holding a package.
“You’re so kind, Matsumoto-san. I was just about to leave, but I could pick you up something to eat from the cafe across the street first,” Erika fluttered her lashes at him. She was a rather pretty thing, he thought regretfully. If he didn’t have a strict policy against complicating his workplace with his bedroom antics, he would have taken up the obvious offer she was making months ago. But Jun just smiled.
“That’s sweet, but unnecessary. I was just going to go for a walk anyway to clear my head,” he replied politely.
“Are you troubled by something, Matsumoto-san?”
“Oh, nothing I can’t handle, and definitely not something for you to worry your pretty little head about.” She giggled. “Um, Erika-chan, is that package you’re holding for me?”
“Hm? Oh! Hai,” more giggling, “Some guy just dropped it off for you. Not the usual courier though.” She handed him the manila envelope.
Jun examined it curiously. It was addressed to him, but there was no note to whom it was from. “Strange, I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“Maybe it’s a present from a secret admirer.”
“Or death threats,” Jun muttered. It wouldn't be the first time.
“Nani? What did you say, Matsumoto-san?”
“Nondemonai,” he patted Erika on the arm and watched in satisfaction as she sighed and leaned in closer. Better send her on her way, Matsujun. No need for any complications. “But it’s getting late, Erika-chan. I think I see Masami-chan getting a little impatient.” Indeed, as Jun snuck a glance out his office door, the other front desk secretary was glaring at the two of them, her purse and jacket in hand.
Before Erika could say anything else, Jun led her out the door and said his good nights to the two of them. He closed his office and looked curiously at the envelope in his hand. He wondered who it could be from. Jun grabbed a black metal letter opener off his desk and ripped open the seal.
Peeking inside, Jun saw a couple of glossy 8 by 10 black and white photos. When he pulled the photos out, his jaw dropped. With wide eyes, he flipped back and forth between the pictures. He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Then he chuckled quietly to himself. That little minx had caught him by surprise again.
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Can you guess what was in the envelope?
A Distant Intimacy
“This is what hell must feel like,” Jun muttered to himself while staring blankly at the video playing on his computer. He had to make notes regarding a new drink commercial his team had put together for a presentation at the end of the week. But he just couldn’t concentrate.
Three weeks.
Three weeks of walking around in constant state of hard-on. It was pure unadulterated hell. And it was all Inoue Mao’s fault.
“This chick is becoming an obsession with you, Matsujun,” Aiba had remarked last night, watching in disgust as Jun ignored at least 5 gorgeous women trying to gain his attention. “It isn’t healthy. And neither is this celibacy thing you’ve imposed on yourself.” He waved his hands, gesturing to the women around him. “You, my friend, have become a little bitch and need to get laid. And, oh look! Women. Willing, beautiful women. I don’t understand why you have to make things so difficult.”
Aiba swallowed the last of his beer and clapped Jun on the back before wrapping his arms around two of their many giggling admirers. Jun slowly sipped his gin. Aiba just didn’t understand. He couldn’t very well find just any woman to ease his... frustration. It wouldn’t be right. It would be like forfeiting the next victory. It had to be HER and only HER. Aiba was right about one thing, however. She WAS becoming on obsession. But oh what an obsession. What delicious torture.
“You know, I probably should invoke some of those friendship laws, like, thou shalt not screw around on thy best friend’s potential girlfriend’s best friend,” Toma had merely shook his head at him that night when meeting Maki and Mao. “But knowing what a ball buster Mao is and seeing how she’s already got you wrapped up in those deep brown eyes of hers, I would have to admit I’m too intrigued with your eventual downfall to tell you to back the hell off.” Some friend he was. “But if you do manage to fuck things up between Maki and I, I will have to kick your ass.” Or at least try to, Jun had thought to himself.
Toma was his brother and Jun would never deliberately try to hurt him. But Mao was proving too difficult to resist and too impossible to forget. Jun’s body tightened, remembering her hot tongue fighting with his, the warm, smooth, silkiness of her skin, and the way her tight, wet core felt around his fingers. Shuddering, he stood from his desk, grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and paced around the room taking a long drag. Oh, how he wished he had a shower installed in his office so he could drown the air of lust he carried in cold water. But he reveled in his lust as well, not having felt this sort of excitement for a woman in a very long time. He was glad Toma was so understanding. He would hate for their friendship to be compromised in case something wrong did happen. Like heaven forbid Mao fell in love with him. He’d be very disappointed if she did. That would take the fun out of this whole thing as experience had taught him. But he knew they were both entering this with their eyes wide open. He was only apprehensive about the time when it would eventually come to an end, because that was when things usually got messy. It usually did get messy as he would just get bored and the game would be at an end. He frowned, strangely not liking the idea of confirming Mao’s already cynical thoughts about men when he eventually walked away. Jun would just have to make sure Mao had nothing to complain about. Which shouldn’t be too difficult, after all he was Matsumoto Jun and no matter how big a bastard women would call him in the end, no one could deny that he was good. And while Inoue Mao might prove to be good as well, he would be better. Unforgettable. She would never be able to deny it.
If only she would make her move.
Frustrated, Jun tossed his cigarette butt into the ashtray and grabbed his jacket. He needed to go for a walk.
Three weeks. Three fucking weeks. Three weeks since Mao had thrown the gauntlet in his face and stirred his senses in the nightclub. Two and a half weeks since he had painfully walked away after pleasuring her in the empty stairwell of a restaurant building. He had thought Mao would have retaliated against him by now, but he was beginning to wonder if maybe he was expecting too much from her. After all, she had retreated first. Maybe he needed to chase a little harder.
While Jun contemplated asking Toma to get Mao’s information, a knock sounded on his door. It was Toda Erika, one of his advertising firm’s front desk receptionists. She smiled shyly at him when she entered the his office.
“Shitsureshimasu. I’m surprised you’re still here, Matsumoto-san. Has the rest of your team gone home for the evening?” She looked around at the empty room.
“Yes. I told them they could leave early while I stayed to finish some stuff up if they came in early tomorrow to work on the presentation. A fresh perspective, so to speak.” He noticed Erika holding a package.
“You’re so kind, Matsumoto-san. I was just about to leave, but I could pick you up something to eat from the cafe across the street first,” Erika fluttered her lashes at him. She was a rather pretty thing, he thought regretfully. If he didn’t have a strict policy against complicating his workplace with his bedroom antics, he would have taken up the obvious offer she was making months ago. But Jun just smiled.
“That’s sweet, but unnecessary. I was just going to go for a walk anyway to clear my head,” he replied politely.
“Are you troubled by something, Matsumoto-san?”
“Oh, nothing I can’t handle, and definitely not something for you to worry your pretty little head about.” She giggled. “Um, Erika-chan, is that package you’re holding for me?”
“Hm? Oh! Hai,” more giggling, “Some guy just dropped it off for you. Not the usual courier though.” She handed him the manila envelope.
Jun examined it curiously. It was addressed to him, but there was no note to whom it was from. “Strange, I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“Maybe it’s a present from a secret admirer.”
“Or death threats,” Jun muttered. It wouldn't be the first time.
“Nani? What did you say, Matsumoto-san?”
“Nondemonai,” he patted Erika on the arm and watched in satisfaction as she sighed and leaned in closer. Better send her on her way, Matsujun. No need for any complications. “But it’s getting late, Erika-chan. I think I see Masami-chan getting a little impatient.” Indeed, as Jun snuck a glance out his office door, the other front desk secretary was glaring at the two of them, her purse and jacket in hand.
Before Erika could say anything else, Jun led her out the door and said his good nights to the two of them. He closed his office and looked curiously at the envelope in his hand. He wondered who it could be from. Jun grabbed a black metal letter opener off his desk and ripped open the seal.
Peeking inside, Jun saw a couple of glossy 8 by 10 black and white photos. When he pulled the photos out, his jaw dropped. With wide eyes, he flipped back and forth between the pictures. He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Then he chuckled quietly to himself. That little minx had caught him by surprise again.
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Can you guess what was in the envelope?