Let's Make A Team Part 1
Sho/Jun/Nino. NC-17. Drama. BDSM. Tricking into relationship. Dirty talk. Food sex. Betaed by inaudible_d. Written for silverdoll14 at kitto-slutparty
Jun was an executive by day and a BDSM enthusiast by night. He had a steady partner in bed, namely Sakurai Sho, but one day he found out that Sho was into something else that he wasn't into. Jun got interested in Nino while Sho was indulging himself with his own interest and, eventually, Nino attracted Sho too.
Matsumoto Jun was the epitome of success. He was an executive of a multinational company in his early thirties and everyone started to know him due to his increasing airtime in news program. His ideas were out of the box and his charm was undeniable. Prominent young man, a newspaper stated. Japan’s most eligible bachelor, a TV program once said. But behind all the dazzling persona and jaw-dropping success stories, Matsumoto Jun had a big secret to keep.
He liked to be tied on the bed with sex toys shoved into his ass and a thick, twitching cock fed into his mouth. He liked to be spanked, to be punished, and to be yelled with harsh words. He liked to be manhandled roughly and he loved to be dominated.
He used to resort on hiring gigolos to satisfy his needs, but it got more risky as his popularity and his position in the company rising up. He tried vanilla, he tried videos, but nothing satisfied him. He flirted with different men every week and changed partners like they were disposable. He was famous for his one night stands - people were calling him Jun the slayer - but it was really difficult to find one that could understand his needs. He was in an utter desperation when one day he met Sakurai Sho, a friend of a relative of a friend of another friend that was having a wedding party. Jun went to the party and so did Sakurai Sho. They drank a lot of champagne and when the world had started to turn hazy and blurry, they mindlessly went to a love hotel nearby. Long story short, they had a one night stand, figured that they’re into the same thing and that they’re compatible to each other in bed, and decided that they should do another one night stand. And another. And another. And another.
The relationship went pretty smooth. Jun came to Sho when he needed to be fucked senselessly, Sho came to Jun when he wanted to fuck someone harsh and rough.
Jun knew that nothing could ever go as perfectly smooth as that, though.
One day, his thought was proven right. Jun’s plan of the day was to have a mind-numbing sex all night long. He just had a tiring day and he couldn’t wait to just scream it out of his chest. Jun didn’t even care to notify Sho first that he was going to Sho’s second apartment, the one that was reserved especially for this kind of activity. It was the second month since they achieved understanding and stability, anyway, so Jun thought it was the right time to finally use the key that Sho had given to him, tie himself to the bed or something, and text Sho to go there straight away.
Jun knew that Sho might get surprised as hell since it would be the first time that Jun initiated a session without early notice, but Jun didn’t give a fuck about it. He needed to have the goddamned session with Sho, that’s all that he cared about.
But it was Jun who got surprised when he opened the door and stepped inside the rarely lived apartment. The sound of skin against skin, moans, and grunts welcomed him right away. Jun sensed something bad but he kept walking in, taking himself further inside and to the source of the voices; the bedroom. A part of Jun’s brain raised an alarm to warn him that he’s going to regret what he’s about to do, but it didn’t stop him from turning the knob and revealing what was behind the door.
There, on the bed, there was Sho. Naked. Sweaty. Breathless.
Screwing another man that Jun didn’t care to take a closer look, who was on his knees and elbows, tied and blindfolded, swaying back and forth to Sho’s dick that was inside his behind and to yet another man’s dick that was inside his mouth.
The three busy men jolted and stilled as they registered Jun’s presence.
Jun just stared. Unmoving.
After a full minute of deadly silence, Jun cleared his throat and said, “Sorry, for interrupting,” in a very venomous tone before taking his leave.
His bad day had just turned worse.
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“You’re angry,” Sho pointed out an hour later. Sho had asked Jun to meet him in a cafe nearby and Jun came with a huge scowl. It’s not really hard to figure what was happening.
Jun had thought about this on his way to the cafe. He was angry. He couldn’t really pinpoint why, though. Sho was not his boyfriend and he was not his friend either.
Their relationship was limited to physical interaction and shared interest, and Jun had no intention to change the way it was. There’s no need for him to be mad, really.
But still, he was.
Sho heaved a sigh on Jun’s silence, “I don’t know you’d come.”
“I don’t know you’d be busy,” Jun retorted.
Sho had opened his mouth to counter Jun with stating that it was his apartment, after all, but he stopped himself from doing that and said instead, “Alright, I think we have to clear up some things.”
Jun leaned back, crossed his arms, and gestured with his chin, “Go on.”
“I see that you’re upset with me having fun with others,” Sho said, “Are you expecting an exclusive relationship between us?”
Jun shifted his gaze. He thought about it for a second and sighed, “I don’t know,” he groaned a bit and stared at Sho, “Do you really need to do that? Can’t you just-”
“I can’t,” Sho cut, “As much as I like you and as much as I enjoy our sessions together, one can’t satisfy me.”
It got Jun’s pupils blown ever so slightly. He had never heard of this before.
“I know you’re not into threesome and such-”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know. I can see right into you,” Sho insisted, “Oh, come on, do you seriously think you could really do it if one day I bring another man into our session?”
Jun tsk-ed. Sho got him spot on. It was just beyond him. Just the thought of it already made him sick.
“If one day you think that it’s okay for you, then I’d be glad. I’ll even let you pick the new third-wheel every time to your liking, I don’t really care. But as long as you couldn’t do that, then you couldn’t ask me to stop this,” Sho tapped his fingers on the table, “And if you still don’t think you can accept this, then you’re free to walk away.”
Jun sighed. This hassle-free relationship was not as hassle-free as he thought it was.
Crap.
“Just- notify me, could you? I’d be happy if I don’t need to walk in to your.. party,” Jun finally made his mind up.
Sho smiled wide, satisfied. He thought about it longer, staring at Jun all the while. His whole composure was getting more relaxed and the Sho that Jun liked the most started to take place. Then, Sho smirked. He had taken his decision too. This would do. He leaned in and patted Jun’s cheek, “I know I didn’t pick the wrong person.”
Jun swatted Sho’s hand away.
“Aw, feeling resistive today?” Sho giggled.
Jun shot his eyes up to Sho’s, taken aback by the sudden change of atmosphere from tense to seductive.
Sho laughed to Jun’s reaction. He pulled Jun’s face closer to his across the low table, “Well, I think you went there not to just catch me doing things, didn’t you?”
Jun gulped. He already felt the building anticipation beneath him.
“I feel like rewarding you tonight,” Sho pulled Jun’s face even closer and whispered right to Jun’s ears, “Come again at 7. Sharp. Shed your clothes on the genkan.”
Jun stopped breathing.
“I’ll make you scream tonight,” Sho promised and released Jun’s face. He smiled his nice man smile, stood up, and walked away.
Only when Sho was already outside the cafe, Jun remembered how to breathe.
---
Sho’s texts were always as short as I’m in the apartment. No question, no order, just a plain statement. Jun would reply it with his estimated time of arrival if he’s coming, and with a short I’m sorry, I can’t now if he wouldn’t be able to make it.
Meanwhile, Jun’s texts were always exactly the same. It was always the four words of is it okay now?. Sometimes, Sho’s reply would be as short as K. Sometimes, it would be in more detail like I’ll be there in 45. But, sometimes, it would be an automated reply of busy, gonna notify you later when I’m done.
Jun knew exactly what it meant.
Like that one day, Jun was already on his way to the apartment when his cellphone received the automated reply. He sighed, feeling a bit annoyed because it’s already the second time within a week, and kept on driving to Sho’s neighborhood. Jun headed to the nearby cafe instead, finding it as a convenient place to wait.
Sho had stopped refraining himself from indulging on his other interest ever since they talked it out. It was almost like he was an addict that was finally allowed to reunite with his addiction. Jun was cool with that, actually, because Sho had kept his part of bargain nicely. But Jun vaguely felt like he was waiting for his turn, like he was a patient on a doctor’s waiting room. And it was certainly not the best feeling in the world.
“Cappuccino, Sir,” the waiter suddenly appeared, stopping Jun’s train of thoughts.
“Thanks,” Jun mumbled. He didn’t even bother to hide his bad mood.
The waiter fidgeted a bit, as if he was considering whether to just disappear or stay. He asked in the end, “Do you want anything else?”
“No,” Jun answered right away. His phone beeped and he immediately fumbled with his phone, checking the text message.
Done.
Jun’s smile bloomed a bit. Finally.
The waiter seemed to finally decide to go back to the counter. He turned away and started to walk, but Jun stopped him.
“Excuse me,” Jun said, “The bill, please?”
The waiter’s eyes widened almost comically. He looked at the untouched cappuccino and then back at the customer.
Jun repeated, “The bill, please?”
The waiter took three minutes to take the asked bill and bring it to Jun’s table.
Jun took out some cash and put it on top of the bill. Without waiting for the change, he bolted out the cafe and towards the apartment complex.
The waiter followed him closely with his brown eyes.
---
Apparently, letting Sho do as he pleased did a favor for both of them. It didn’t occur on Jun at first, but he slowly learned to appreciate how more into it Sho was after his every little adventures. Sho would be more out of this world, keener to do something new, and, most importantly, more into extended foreplays. Having his needs satisfied, Sho would focus more on stimulating Jun. He would be crueler, in the way that Jun came to love. He would have enough patience to do all the ties and all the gags that bound Jun to perfection. He would be less hasty so he had the time to tease and bring Jun to his very limit. Their session would last longer and, after regaining his stamina back through all the foreplays, Sho would do him harder than ever and send him right to oblivion.
If Jun had any plan on complaining about how often Sho invited new guys to his apartment to satisfy his little hunger, it would always be forgotten in his screams and moans.
It turned a little bit harder to accept when Sho started to postpone their sessions in favor of extended round of threesomes, though. Jun started to feel the imbalance between them. While Sho was perfectly satisfied throughout the week, luring in various kinds of men from who-knows-where so easily, Jun was slightly deprived. Jun would never say that his sex drive was huge - not as huge as Sho’s, at least - but, still, he needed more than just two fantastic nights a week.
It started to feel like Sho was hanging him out to dry. Like this was unfair and Jun was entitled to have some more fun too.
Mostly, Jun would think these kinds of things when Sho made him wait. Jun was already used to drive right to Sho’s second apartment’s area when their session was to be expected and it would be too much of a hassle to go home first since it was farther from his office. So, when Sho notified him that he had to wait, Jun would shove his ass to the nearby cafe and sulked on these thoughts over a cup of cappuccino.
It was on his fourth visit that he realized that the waiter that served him was always the same one. It was on the fifth that he realized that he didn’t even need to make his order. On the sixth, when Sho made Jun wait until almost midnight - Jun didn’t really mind at that point, by the way, their last session was good enough to keep Jun in a good mood for a week - the waiter unexpectedly came to Jun and actually made a conversation.
Jun had taken a seat on the high-chair next to the counter. He was fumbling with his phone, checking the time repeatedly. He felt a set of eyes stealing a glance or two at him, and he tried to act cool on that.
Then, when the cafe had become almost empty and when Jun almost emptied his mug of cappuccino, the waiter cleared his throat and started to speak, “Waiting for someone?”
Jun put down his phone and gave a smile, “Kind of.”
The waiter nodded while wiping some glasses dry. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but still couldn’t find a word for it.
He’s kind of cute, Jun observed. Handsome, but also cute. Jun wore his killer smile and decided that maybe he should keep the conversation going, “How about you?”
The waiter looked up in sheer shock. He couldn’t really comprehend the question, apparently.
Jun chuckled because the waiter looked even cuter with startled eyes, “I mean, are you waiting for someone too? It seems like you’re always here.”
The waiter blinked several times and finally laughed, “I work here, of course I am always here.”
Jun laughed too, “But it’s like I’ve never been served by anyone else than you,” Jun squinted his eyes to read the name plate on the waiter’s chest, “Ni... nomiya san.”
“Just Nino is okay,” the waiter talked before anything else, then, “I just happen to always have the last shift, which is your preferred time of visiting, I suppose.”
Jun pursed his lips, acting like he was thinking about it, “Hmm.. Probably because the cappuccino is the best on the last shift.”
Nino’s eyes widened a bit and Jun swore there’s a hint of blush in that face. Nino was really, really cute, Jun decided. He was pretty, his body was tiny, and he gave off an aura of a small animal that made Jun didn’t feel like hesitating around him.
Jun felt like he was on a roll, like he wouldn’t do any mistake. Like he was having a complete control over the situation and, for once, he liked the sensation.
“I make those,” Nino said in an almost whisper.
“I know,” Jun smirked and sipped the said cappuccino.
A beep was heard and Jun knew what it was even without looking. It was already time for him to leave. He downed his cappuccino, produced cash from his wallet, and put it down on the counter. He took his coat and his bag and said, “Tell the cappuccino maker that it was so damn good.”
Nino stayed still, his eyes following Jun’s every movement, “Leaving?”
Jun thought for a bit and then said, “Hm... yeah. Duty call.”
Nino looked rather worried. When Jun was halfway to the entrance, he called, “Ano..”
Jun turned, “Hm?”
Again, Nino looked like he’s considering whether to talk something or not. It piqued a bit of Jun’s interest actually, since he had been looking like that for a while now. In the end, Nino just said, “Be careful.”
Jun grinned. He resumed his walk and waved a hand in the air, “See ya.”
This time, Jun knew Nino didn’t tear his eyes away from him even when he was already outside the cafe.
---
The paddle landed on Jun’s butt cheek. He inaudibly gasped. His breath was heavy and shaky as he released it, determined in not letting any voice out of his lips. His hands were bound on his back and his face was smashed to the pillow. A ball gag was strapped around his head and a set of vibrating anal beads were stuffed inside his hole.
Sho smiled. He rubbed Jun’s ass and spanked it once again, harder this time.
Jun pressed his face deeper to the pillow and pushed his ass even higher in the air. It was as if he was asking for more.
Sho leaned in to put his weight on Jun’s back. He pulled the anal beads one by one as he whispered straight to Jun’s ear, “Now be loud, baby. Make some pretty noises for me. Come on. Make me believe that you want this.”
Jun opened his closed eyes and turned his head to look at Sho. Sho was smiling; the command was true. Jun gave his challenging smile through the gag and started to moan, long and sensual. He dragged his voice out. It was husky, it was deep. Jun punctuated it with a soft gasp after every bead that Sho extracted from his swollen hole. He arched his back, offering more and more of his butt for Sho to caress and to bite. When all the beads were already out of him, Jun looked back at Sho and voiced out his pants in form of low growls.
Sho’s eyes darkened visibly. He set his jaws and unceremoniously flipped Jun over.
Jun yelped, but when Sho was already hovering above him with obvious want in his eyes, Jun’s eyes glinted in victory and he bucked his hips experimentally while dragging out another long, teasing moan.
Sho grunted. He dove to chew on Jun’s ear and Jun let him. Breathless, Sho whispered, “You’re in a good mood today, huh?”
Jun rolled his eyes, saying that Sho was not the only one who could have some fun with the gesture. He felt oddly satisfied after that, knowing that Sho was so damn right, he was in a good mood, and that he was right, Sho was not the only one who could have some fun.
He could too.
Jun’s mind wandered to Nino for a brief moment. But then, Sho’s dick invaded his body in one go and he couldn’t think about anything else anymore.
---
When Jun woke up the next morning with nothing but a note from Sho telling that he should go home as soon as he woke up because Sho’s ‘friends’ would come by that day, Jun wasn’t even mad about it. He just shook his head with faint amazement - couldn’t really fathom how Sho could keep up with all those activities when he himself felt like his bones were made off shattered glasses just after a session. Jun vaguely suspected that it might be inhumane, but he waltzed over it fast enough in favor of a brighter thought.
It had been a while since the last time he thought about someone else after a mind-numbing fuck, but there he was, thinking about Nino and those curious eyes.
Jun hopped onto his feet and slipped himself into his clothes with a surge of excitement. He was always keen of knowing that people was attracted to him, but this time, it felt a lot more than just keen. He felt smug. He felt victorious. His pride was bubbling.
The fact that it felt a bit like he was getting even with Sho on top of it all spurred him on like nothing else.
Jun walked into the cafe fifteen minutes later and Nino tried to look nonchalant. Jun didn’t buy it, of course. Nino’s movements were suddenly all too hasty and all too composed to indicate that Jun’s presence didn’t affect him. Jun chuckled quietly, took a seat next to the counter, and stared at Nino with his palm supporting his chin.
Then, he did nothing.
He did nothing but staring and staring. He stared as Nino ground more coffee than it was needed. He stared as Nino stacked and re-stacked freshly washed glasses. He stared as Nino wiped the squeaky clean counter again and again just to keep himself busy.
Nino was so fucking affected by him. Jun knew that very well.
Finally, after running out of activities to keep himself busy, Nino faced Jun and feigned surprise with his wide clear eyes.
“I don’t know you’re here,” Nino said. It actually sounded believable if Jun hadn’t known better.
“I’m here,” Jun replied, his eyes fixated to Nino and a playful smile plastered on his face.
“You don’t usually come in the morning,” Nino mumbled and it made Jun smirk because it showed that he paid attention. He tiptoed a bit to reach for a mug and he swung it in between his fingers as he asked, “Here for cappuccino?”
Jun, who was still resting his chin on his palm, smiled lazily and said, “Here for you.”
The mug almost fell to the ground and Jun couldn’t resist laughing fondly. He reached over the counter, grabbed the mug, and put it down safely. When he looked up at Nino again, Nino was gaping. Jun laughed again; even fonder than before.
“So, last shift?” Jun gave Nino mercy and tried to get the conversation going.
Nino took the mug back, proceeding to make the cappuccino despite the lack of demand, “Last shift means late night until early morning,” he glanced to the clock and clicked his tongue, “The man for the next shift is late. He always is.”
Jun nodded his head several times as a replacement for ‘I see’. His mind was telling him to stop but his mouth blurted out, “Too bad.”
Nino raised one of his eyebrows.
“That means I can’t ask you out at nights, can I?”
Nino’s eyes went wide and Jun decided that he couldn’t get enough of that expression. Nino went visibly nervous and it was adorable. He fumbled with the milk frother and pretended that he didn’t hear Jun at all.
Suddenly, Nino asked, “What’s your name?”
Finally, Jun thought. Finally this was going somewhere.
“What would you have my name for?” Jun teased. Because he didn’t like everything to be easy.
Nino gave an annoyed eye roll, “So I can write your name on the cup and give a smiley or a heart like what those fancy shops’ baristas do.”
“You’re serving it in a fucking mug, Nino,” Jun said sweetly, “You’d have a trouble if you’re about to scribble my name on it.”
Nino shrugged and said, “I’d put a heart on it,” as if it would save him from the trouble.
Jun laughed heartily. He liked the way Nino’s smart mouth covered his nervousness. “It’s Jun,” Jun finally gave his given name just so Nino wouldn’t have a chance to pull a Matsumoto san on him.
“Just Jun?” Nino concentrated on the coffee machine.
“My sweetheart Jun, if you would,” Jun grinned.
Nino rolled his eyes yes again and served a mug of cappuccino to Jun. On top of the froth, there’s a big ‘J’ and a small heart as companion. Jun was about to give a delighted comment on that, but the bell by the door rang and they both turned to see who was coming.
“Ah, Aiba san,” Nino wiped his hands and took his apron off, “You’re late again.”
Aiba, who apparently was the morning shift guy, bowed a bit and rushed to the counter to put his apron on.
Nino was about to leave, Jun realized. He was already snatching his messenger bag and a cap.
Jun sipped his cappuccino until the J and the heart disappeared. He wiped the foam from his mouth, put down some cash, and jogged to catch up on Nino.
“I’ll give you a ride,” Jun said, dragging Nino to the pathway that led to his car.
“What?!” Nino’s voice was a high-pitched screech, “Why?!”
“Hmm,” Jun made an act of thinking, “We’re going to the same direction.”
“You don’t even know where I’m heading!”
“Where are you heading?”
“Asagaya.”
“Good. I’m going there too,” Jun said. It was obviously a lie because he actually lived on the opposite direction. He shoved Nino into his car and even went to buckle Nino up on the passenger seat.
The ride was fine. Nino didn’t talk a lot but when he did, he gave Jun a good laugh. Nino was getting relaxed and that was Jun’s target for the day. When Jun stopped in front of a decent apartment complex, he didn’t expect much. He didn’t even expect to be invited in. He had done this a lot, he knew how it worked.
“Thanks,” Nino said.
“Hm,” Jun mumbled a response. He kept his eyes on Nino, knowing that it made people fall for him faster.
Nino unbuckled himself and hovered his hand over the door handle. But then he looked at Jun again. His face once again showed that he was considering whether to say something or not. His eyes peered to Jun’s clavicle once. And then to Jun’s hands that were on the steer-wheel. And then he gulped and shook his head softly.
Jun had enough. He asked softly, “What is it?”
Nino looked up to Jun’s eyes again.
“What is it that you want to say to me?”
Nino exhaled a long, long breath. His shoulders dropped and he lifted his arm, reaching out to Jun’s neck. It was already an inch away from Jun’s skin when Nino stopped it, gripping the air and balling his hand into a fist. He sighed and then placed his fingers on Jun’s cheek, “If you need any help, you can tell me. I don’t know if I can be of any help, but.. Yeah, you can at least tell me and we can think of something together.”
Jun had no idea what that all was about.
Nino sighed and then got out from the car, closing the door and bowing to Jun.
Jun drove away and, from the rear mirror, he could see that Nino’s eyes were following him again. With worry flooded out from it.
When Jun was already at home, he stood before the mirror, staring at his own reflection.
Then, he realized that he got bruises all over his neck and his wrists.
His heart clenched.
---
Sho hovered on top of Jun. He ran the back of his palm on Jun’s cheek, down to Jun’s neck, down to Jun’s nipple. He twisted the bud roughly and Jun arched his back; moaning, moaning, and moaning.
The next heartbeat, Sho dove down. He buried his teeth on Jun’s skin, deep. Jun squirmed but it felt different. It felt like he was actually wanted to get away from Sho.
“St- stop,” Jun writhed.
Sho smirked. He knew Jun liked it. He also knew Jun liked to pretend that he didn’t like it.
“No,” Jun shook his head as he felt Sho’s teeth sunk deeper, “No, stop. I mean it.”
Sho got confused. His eyes shot up to Jun’s face but his teeth didn’t leave Jun’s skin. He bit a bit more.
“No!” Jun grunted, “St- Umbrella!”
There it was. The safe word. Sho stopped his ministration and sat up, giving Jun space to breathe. He kept staring, though. Confusion was written all over his face.
“What’s wrong?” Sho asked.
Jun’s chest moved up and down as he chased his breath. His fists were clenched, up above his bounded wrists.
“What’s wrong?” Sho asked again.
“No marks,” Jun breathlessly answered, “No marks today.”
Sho waited, expecting Jun to give him more explanation, but Jun just stared back at him, panting.
Finally, Sho smiled. It didn’t matter for him, he could do it just fine even without leaving marks.
“Fine, then,” Sho whispered and he resumed his mission of making Jun beg all night long.
---
It took Jun a whole week before he could bring himself to walk into the cafe again. The thought that Nino was worried about him was so overwhelming. It made him feel weird. So weird that he thought it would be better to just stay away from Nino.
But then, Jun couldn’t stop thinking about Nino. About the way Nino looked at him. About the worry that Nino had in his eyes. About the hesitation that he showed. About Nino’s words.
Jun knew if he’s about to continue seeing Nino, then it wouldn’t be the same anymore. It would make Nino more than just another guy that he hit on when he’s bored.
Still, he found himself driving to the other part of the city that night. Not to seek refugee under Sho’s mercy and his various ways of making him forget everything, but to find Nino.
“Jun,” Nino stopped washing the mugs when he saw Jun.
“Hey,” Jun said. It was already past midnight. There’s no one in the cafe and it was so, so quiet there.
“I thought you’ve found another cafe with better cappuccino,” Nino said after a while, resuming his task.
“Sorry,” Jun smiled apologetically and found his way to behind the counter. He leaned his back next to Nino and said, “I’ve been wanting to, though. But, apparently, I can’t.”
Nino snorted a sarcastic laugh, “It should be easy, you know. Just go to any cafe and you’d find it.”
Jun didn’t really know what he would do once he’s face to face with Nino when he climbed into his car. While driving, he thought about clearing Nino’s misunderstanding about his bruises. On his way inside, he pondered if he should say the truth or just simply lie about it.
Once he’s this close to Nino, though, he couldn’t think about anything else other than the fact that Nino had been paying attention to him. Not in the way those guys at the gay bars would do. Not in the way Sho did. But in a more sentimental way.
Jun had been thriving to get some attention all his life. He got plenty. He got a lot. He was basked in it every day. He was delighted by the way guys paying attention on his body. He was overjoyed by the way Sho gave him extra attention in every paddle and every slap. But this? This was entirely different.
This made Jun wonder if this was what he had been searching all his life.
“What brought you here? Cappuccino? I’ll make it, now you go away and sit somewhere,” Nino said with an obvious hint of dismissal.
Nino was upset, Jun noted. Upset because he didn’t show up.
Jun felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t know how to react to it. So he just followed his instinct.
He stepped behind Nino and wrapped his arms around Nino’s waist. He rested his temple on Nino’s back of neck and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you.”
Nino was tense at first. Then, he relaxed and sighed, “Me too, you know. Really, you don’t just disappear after... after I told you that, okay?”
Jun smiled. A surge of warmth had evolved into a flood of it.
Nino stopped the water and wiped his hands on his apron before turning around to face Jun. His eyes wandered to Jun’s neck and a few other spots before he said, “I was worried sick about you.”
Jun laughed a bit, “Why would you? You barely know me.”
Unexpectedly, Nino landed a slap on Jun’s head, “Because you’re worrisome. I saw. I saw you and him. I saw how he threw those evil smiles at you. I saw how you waited for messages and rushed out immediately after receiving one. It’s from him, right? And the bruises too. They’re from him too, right? What in hell is he making you do? Is he blackmailing you? What do he do to-”
Jun couldn’t stop himself from kissing Nino. Nino was having completely wrong ideas, but they were all that made Jun fall for him more. Nino trusted him. Nino cared for him. And that’s why Jun had to shut him up quickly; he couldn’t handle it well.
“J- Jun,” Nino struggled to talk but Jun was relentless in kissing him. His palms were on Jun’s shoulders, pushing Jun away. It took all his strength to succeed in it.
Jun panted. His eyes were sharp on Nino’s. He knew that Nino saw something in his eyes, in his face, in his whole composure, because the next moment, Nino’s blown eyes softened. Jun stilled when he felt Nino’s body relaxed. Then, Nino’s palms were on his face and it was Nino who initiated the next kiss.
It was way too sweet, way too soft for Jun’s liking. Nino didn’t bite; he didn’t tug and he didn’t pull. The kiss was slow, and so was all the touch that followed.
But, Jun couldn’t lie to himself. He loved it.
It flowed like water stream; smooth and natural. Their hands weren’t tangled together, their movements weren’t sloppy and hasty, but it was as hot as any bondage could be. Jun’s hands traveled down to free Nino from his apron, Nino’s hands wandered up to unbutton Jun’s shirt. Jun threw Nino’s clothes away, Nino shed Jun’s to the floor. Jun scooped Nino up to the counter, Nino latched his arms around Jun’s neck. It went like a harmony and Jun was the conductor.
It was too easy to forget that they’re actually in a public place; that someone could walk in on them anytime. It was really effortless to get lost in deep kisses.
Nino clawed Jun’s back the moment Jun sucked on his collarbones. He let out tiny gasps that Jun considered as a reward for the beauty of it. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, baring more of his skin for Jun to explore.
Jun held Nino on the sides of his chest. Nino was so thin that Jun could feel every rack of his bones. Jun’s hands slid down on it, one at a time like it was a staircase to follow. Then Jun found Nino’s butt - plump and smooth and tiny - and Jun looked up, for once in his life asking for permission outside his submissive character.
Then, Nino was nodding. He nodded and nodded as he practically gave himself to Jun. It took all of Jun to remember about lube and condom, it took all of Nino to not scream when Jun finally invaded him. Jun entered him, nice and slow, and then everything was a blur. The fallen mugs next to them, the tumbled shaker, the scattered spoons; all blur and hazy. As if it was a dream.
Nino’s moans and Jun’s grunts were a song. Their orgasms came one after another, blinding and sending them out of this earth. Jun fell on top of Nino and they stayed like that, as if he was trying to comprehend what just happened.
It was Nino who broke the silence first, “So, are you leaving him?”
Jun buried his face on the crook of Nino’s neck as he said, “No. I’m sorry but I’m not.”
---
“So,” Nino started after a while, exhaling smoke through his mouth while on it, “You’re not being forced?”
Jun nodded. They were both sitting on the floor behind the counter. Nino had put a closed sign on the door and Jun had spilled everything to Nino to straighten the misunderstanding. Jun had shrugged back to his jeans while Nino simply put his apron to cover his private area. Nino took out his stash of beers and they gulped it down; everything was easier with alcohol in their system.
“You... voluntarily do that. Is that so?” Nino asked and, for Jun’s delight, it didn’t sound judgmental.
“To be frank, yes,” Jun looked down and gave an apologetic smirk, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“Yeah, you-” Nino winced a bit, “You should have told me sooner. I worried for nothing. I made myself a fool. I’m glad that I was wrong, though.”
Jun rested his head back and smiled a bit, “I like the fool.”
Nino pushed Jun’s shoulder harshly for that. Jun laughed, but he could still feel a bit of anxiety inside his heart. Would this be the end?
They succumbed into silence again. Nino shot his eyes to the sky outside. Dawn was getting near. His brain worked hard behind his unreadable expression until he wondered out loud, “So you’re into those kinds of things, huh?”
“Ma..,” Jun answered noncommittally.
“What happens to us, then?”
It sounded so faint like a mere whisper that Jun needed to turn his face to Nino to make sure that Nino did say something. Nino smiled bitterly, indicating that he did say that, and Jun looked away again, kicking his brain to work this time.
Jun’s heart deflated a bit when he finally said, “I think it’s better for you to stay away from us. From me.”
Nino turned to look at Jun. His eyes were soft and questioning.
“I don’t want to drag you into this,” Jun said carefully.
Nino chuckled, “I might look fragile and such, but I’m actually not. Don’t act like I’m a helpless kid.” He dabbed his cigarette down on his empty can of beer and looked at Jun, “A little kink or two wouldn’t scare me.”
“I still can’t leave him,” Jun stated.
“I’m not asking you to,” came Nino’s reply, “I like you. I want to be with you. To put it into words, you’re his steady lay, right? Can’t I be yours?”
Jun tried to process Nino’s words. He started to see light of hope.
“I... can’t really fulfill your... needs. I don’t think I can dominate someone. But from what we did, I can guess that you enjoy it too,” Nino pointed out, “I’m not a teenager, I don’t fancy dates. I’m fine with how we are now. Well, maybe with more sex and communication, but, more or less, it would be the same.”
Jun smiled. Nino made it sound so easy, so trouble-free. He knew it wouldn’t be that uncomplicated, of course, but he started to think that it was worth the try.
Nino huffed, showing that Jun was taking too long to reply. With arms folded in front of his chest he asked, “So, are you in or what? Because I think we can go for another round before Aiba’s shift starts if you are.”
Jun laughed at that and he pinched Nino playfully on his side, successfully making Nino squirm and lose his apron from his lap. Jun did Nino once again after that, right there on the cafe’s floor where the fallen mugs from their earlier scene lay.
In the morning, while Nino was deleting video recorded by the CCTVs that apparently was installed all over the cafe, Jun put his number on Nino’s phone, naming it with J and a tiny little heart next to it.
---
Jun’s life had definitely gotten better since he let Nino into it. Nino was always there and he made everything so simple. Sho was still the only one who could satisfy Jun’s particular needs, but when Sho was busy with his packed schedule, Nino always welcomed him with opened arms. Jun even brought Nino home with him, considering that fucking in the cafe would get them caught one day or another.
Sho sensed Jun’s change in some ways. He knew Jun was having better mood and he knew that Jun had been texting with someone a lot lately, but he didn’t complain. Jun gave better responses when he’s in a good mood, and Sho was having fun without Jun too, so he didn’t really see the need to pick Jun on it.
Sho also noticed, though, that Jun kept visiting the cafe near his place. Eventually, he got curious over it and started following Jun there every time he saw the chance. He tagged along a few times and found nothing particularly interesting. The cappuccino was fine, but that was it. The place wasn’t that special and all that Jun did was sipping his cappuccino while reading a book.
At least, that’s all that Jun did when Sho was there with him.
Then, Sho found himself something interesting in that cafe.
“Your cappuccino, Sir,” the waiter placed a mug in front of Jun and then another in front of Sho. He smiled as he straightened his back, “Do you need anything else?”
Jun hid his blooming smile because it was Nino who served them. They had agreed to act like they didn’t know each other when Sho was around. He shook his head and continued reading.
Unexpectedly, Sho opened his mouth, “How about your name?”
Nino gaped. Jun did too, although more discretely.
“Hey, what’s that?” Jun chuckled nervously.
“I’m just asking his name!” Sho laughed. He looked at Nino again, “So?”
Nino shifted his gaze to Jun for a split second before answering, “Ninomiya.”
“Nino chan, then, hm?” Sho grinned.
“Hey, stop it already,” Jun pushed Sho’s shoulder and turned to Nino, “Don’t mind him. We’re fine, you can go back to work. Sorry for troubling you.”
Sho just continued laughing as Nino bowed down and left them.
“What’s that, really?” Jun scolded. He tried to make it sounded playful and light by adding a faint chuckle.
Sho just shrugged, “He’s cute, don’t you think?”
Jun rolled his eyes, starting to get nervous. This couldn’t be good. He had to change the topic fast, but nothing came out. They discussed almost nothing beside bed matters, after all. So, finally, he just blurted out, “Rather than fooling around with a waiter, why don’t you go have some fun with your buddies?” Jun realized it came out rather offensive so he added in a wondering tone, “You’re.. less occupied lately.”
“What? Are you finally interested in joining?”
Jun acted as if he was thinking about it, then he spat out, “No.”
“Aw, my heart breaks,” Sho took his cappuccino and sipped it, “Anyway, I’ve been busy with work. Can’t find any good lay lately.”
Jun focused back to his book and said, “Just contact some of your previous good lays.”
“You know I’m picky about recurring lays,” Sho laughed, “None is good enough to be bedded twice, unfortunately.”
Jun rolled his eyes and laughed. At least they’re not talking about Nino anymore.
Or so he thought.
Sho stood up after that, straightening his shirt and pants. He wore his killer smile and walked towards the counter. Just before he was too far to be heard by Jun, he said, “But I think I just found myself a really, really good lay just now.”
Jun froze. He eyed in horror as Sho approached Nino on the counter and started to talk with him. It seemed that Nino was replying politely, with his smile and all little gestures that Jun knew for sure would attract Sho more. Minutes were spent and they didn’t stop talking. If anything, they looked like they’re getting friendlier.
Sho was a smooth talker, Jun knew that for a fact. He was charming and his voice was alluring. Many men had fallen to his trap - Jun included - and Jun really didn’t want Nino to be one of his victims. He didn’t want Nino to be another face that Sho screwed for a one time pleasure. He didn’t want Nino to be used. No. Not in that way.
Jun couldn’t do much, though. His subconscious stubbornly didn’t let him to expose his relationship with Nino to Sho. The reason was unclear, probably simply because he didn’t want Sho to get close to Nino. But it anchored him to his seat, making him incapable of doing anything besides throwing daggers through his gaze towards Sho who kept getting physically closer to Nino.
When Sho reached across the counter, Jun’s eyes twitched. When Sho leaned in and both he and Nino laughed together, Jun set his jaws. When Sho outright pulled Nino towards him and whispered something that made Nino slapped him playfully on the arm, Jun had to close his eyes for a moment to contain his anger. When Sho received a phone call and dashed outside in an instant, Jun realized that his book had been crumpled down like a trash.
Once he’s sure that Sho was not going back to the cafe, Jun stomped his feet towards the counter, “What did the both of you talk about?”
Nino, who seemed to notice Jun’s anger, furrowed his brows and slid a card to Jun, “Just some jokes. He gave me his number.”
Jun took Sho’s name card and smashed it inside his grip.
Nino nervously looked at Jun and said, “He seemed nice.”
“He sleeps with different guys every night, doing threesomes or foursomes or other fuck-knows-somes like changing his clothes,” Jun tried to keep his voice low and steady, “He didn’t even remember their faces the next morning. Does it sound nice to you?”
“You sleep with him,” Nino pointed out.
“Exactly!” Jun snapped. He softened his tone because Nino looked startled, “Just... stay away from him, okay? I’ve told you, I don’t want to drag you into this.”
“We were just talking, Jun. It’s not like he’s inviting me to his bed or something.”
“That comes next, Nino,” Jun groaned.
Nino stared. He then sighed, lowering his tone a few notch, “Hey, why are you getting so worked up about it?”
“I just-,” want you for myself.
Jun’s eyes widened at the realization of that. He had never been this possessive before. He had never been someone who was edging towards authoritarian and right then, he felt like he was one. He sighed, feeling weird all over and also still upset on top of it. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn’t find any word at all, so he closed his mouth again, ran his fingers through his hair, and turned away.
“Jun?” Nino called as he saw Jun inching away.
Jun kept walking. His head was a mess and he needed to get out from there to rearrange it.
“Jun?! Jun!” Nino hastily followed Jun.
Jun climbed into his car, leaving Nino alone with frustration written all over his face.
---
It was way past midnight when Jun heard knocks on his door. He hadn’t gone to sleep yet; he couldn’t with all the bugging thoughts buzzing in his head. A part of him felt terribly guilty for leaving Nino, but the rest of him was still so bothered that he couldn’t bring himself to come back. He opened the door without second thought and he saw Nino there, standing in cold with his thin jacket and abandoned puppy eyes.
“Jun,” Nino’s voice sounded weak and desperate.
“What are you-” Jun was taken aback for sure. He stepped outside, looking around if Nino came with a company, and found nothing but an empty hallway, “How the hell did you-”
“J,” Nino stopped Jun mid-sentence. He bit his lower lip and then continued, “I’m sorry, okay?”
Jun froze. “Oh God,” he breathed out once he was able to process Nino’s words and the situation, “Oh God, did you just walk all the way here at shit AM just to say that, Nino?!” All the anger that Jun had disappeared with no trace, all that was left was a huge lump of worry on the pit of his stomach. Jun gripped Nino’s arms and it was ice cold. He cringed and dragged Nino inside and sat him on the couch. He dashed to close the door and then went back to Nino. He knelt in front of Nino and took both of Nino’s hands in his, rubbing it repeatedly. Nino really looked like an abandoned puppy like this; small, shivering, and sad. If Jun had any weakness, this must be it. With a sheer annoyance that was caused by his worry, Jun scolded, “Are you stupid or what?!”
“You were so upset,” Nino pointed out, sulking a bit, “I tried to call you but you turned off your phone.”
“Stupid,” Jun spat out, “You could have waited until tomorrow.”
“You were so upset,” Nino repeated. Then, with a very faint whisper, he added, “I hate to see you upset.”
Jun’s movements stopped, the knots in his heart were unraveled. He couldn’t comprehend Nino, to be honest. One moment Nino was so carefree and witty, the next he was nothing but a fragile bundle of mess tugging on Jun’s protective and possessive side, and next, he made Jun feel wanted - needed - like Nino would do anything just for Jun. It was confusing, but it was what bound him to Nino, most probably. All the sensations that he felt and experienced were all so new and pleasant that he couldn’t help but to ask for more.
Jun inhaled a deep breath, dropped himself down on the floor, closed his eyes, placed his head on Nino’s lap, and exhaled the breath. He forced himself to get his shit together and finally said, “I’m sorry.”
Nino didn’t say anything. For a moment, they just stayed there in the silence, feeling each other’s breaths. Then, Nino put his hand on top of Jun’s head. The gesture was unsure, like Nino wasn’t certain if Jun would like it, and Jun found it utterly dear.
Jun put his hand on top of Nino’s and squeezed it. Nino chuckled fondly and proceeded to caress Jun’s hair softly. After a while, he broke the silence, “What’s the matter?”
Jun sighed. He brought himself further into Nino’s lap, “It’s just... This is not as easy as I thought this would be.”
“What?”
“Us. You and me. Me and Sho. I feel like I’m leading a double life,” Jun sighed again.
Nino laughed, “Said someone who’s an executive by day and a BDSM enthusiast by night.”
Jun nudged Nino’s nose without even looking, “You know what I mean.”
Nino’s laughter continued until it petered out and vanished. Nino heaved a sigh that sounded so heavy and asked, “Am I that much of a burden?”
Jun sat up and flicked Nino’s forehead hard, “Don’t be stupid, you stupid.”
“Hey!” Nino brought both of his hands to rub his forehead while pouting. He looked like an upset kindergartener and it made Jun laugh despite his initial annoyance. When Jun rubbed his hand on Nino’s forehead too, Nino threw his defense, “You made it sound like that. Like your life is a million times harder thanks to me.”
Jun threw his head back and groaned, “Ugh, should I do you right here right now to remind you how good my life is with you?”
“Tsk, romantic, Jun san,” Nino rolled his eyes but he smiled, “Though, coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.”
Jun put his chin on Nino’s lap and grinned. He let Nino play with his hair and the burdening thoughts drift away. He felt good. All the tiny touches and proximity; they felt good. It felt vaguely like an aftercare session with Sho; it felt nice and intimate.
“I was thinking, though,” Nino broke the silence with his raspy voice, “If we can do something about this.”
“Hm?” Jun tilted his head slightly, leaning closer to Nino’s hand.
“I don’t know... He... seems like he likes me.”
“Oh hell, yes, he does,” Jun spat out, “That’s why I’m telling you to stay away from him. He has his eyes on you. Why are we talking about-”
Nino cupped Jun’s cheeks and pulled him for a silencing kiss. He pulled away and stared at Jun’s eyes, “Listen to me first, would you?”
Jun licked Nino’s lips, grinned, and nodded.
“Alright,” Nino breathed out, “Have you... ever thought about... merging your double lives?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said that he’s into threesomes, right? I mean... We have you and me and him now. Don’t you think-”
“No,” Jun immediately objected.
“Why not? Look, he needs his threesomes, you need him, I need you. Wouldn’t it be a good solution?”
“Don’t tell me,” Jun squinted his eyes, “You like him, don’t you?”
“That’s not it!” Nino groaned, “Well, I can’t say that I hate him either but, listen, I hate to see you like this, okay? If it can make you feel at ease, I’d do it gladly. I’ve told you, a kink or two won’t scare me.”
“Geez, Nino, just stay away from him and once he’s bored of chasing you, we’ll be just fine.”
“And then what? We’ll go back to late night quickie in the cafe?” Nino blurted out and then his eyes went wide, as if he said something he didn’t mean to spill. He sighed, knowing that what was said was said, and continued, “I just want to have you as much as he has you. I’m not just a spare for you, am I?”
Jun blinked, then put his forehead on Nino’s knees, “I made you feel like crap, didn’t I?”
“Hey, it’s okay, I know what I’m getting at the moment you spilled everything,” Nino ruffled Jun’s hair, “I just... see a chance now and I can’t let it slip away just like that.”
“He never sleeps with the same guy twice,” Jun finally said, “Except for me, he never does that. So... yeah... he’ll dispose you like garbage and I’d be very happy if we can avoid that.”
“But he wants you. He wants you to join his party, right?”
“In the sense of finding a prey together and forget him in the morning, yes.”
“Well,” Nino cleared his throat, “Does he want you enough that he would change a tiny part of his habit just so you would join his party?”
Jun looked up, one of his eyebrows arching.
“Probably you can tell him that you’d join him only if I am the... third party?”
Jun thought about it. Then, “I don’t know... he’s terribly picky with recurrent partner. He might want to pick the third party by himself. I can’t push too much, I still need him more than he needs me.”
“Then, let him.”
“Hm?”
“Let him pick the third party by himself. I said that he seems like he likes me. Maybe... maybe he’d eventually pick me by his own accord. Then you can accept me and then the deal would be sealed.”
Jun gave it a deeper thought. Nino’s idea sounded good enough, according to his sense. The chance of Sho picking Nino was big enough and if it’s Sho who picked Nino, he wouldn’t be able to dump Nino so easily. Still, Jun was not sure, “I... don’t know, Nino.”
Nino cupped his hands on Jun’s cheeks and brought their forehead together. With sincerity in his eyes, he said, “I think it’s worth the shot. That way, we wouldn’t have to pretend that we don’t know each other. That way, you even would have him all for yourself again. You would have him and me all for yourself,” Nino traced his finger on Jun’s skin, “That way, I’d be yours completely.”
Nino’s lips were soft and warm on Jun’s. Nino didn’t let go of Jun again that night. He clutched and pulled, screaming his need of Jun by the way he was touching and moaning.
In the morning, Jun found himself agreeing to whatever Nino was saying.
PART 2 >>
Jun was an executive by day and a BDSM enthusiast by night. He had a steady partner in bed, namely Sakurai Sho, but one day he found out that Sho was into something else that he wasn't into. Jun got interested in Nino while Sho was indulging himself with his own interest and, eventually, Nino attracted Sho too.
Matsumoto Jun was the epitome of success. He was an executive of a multinational company in his early thirties and everyone started to know him due to his increasing airtime in news program. His ideas were out of the box and his charm was undeniable. Prominent young man, a newspaper stated. Japan’s most eligible bachelor, a TV program once said. But behind all the dazzling persona and jaw-dropping success stories, Matsumoto Jun had a big secret to keep.
He liked to be tied on the bed with sex toys shoved into his ass and a thick, twitching cock fed into his mouth. He liked to be spanked, to be punished, and to be yelled with harsh words. He liked to be manhandled roughly and he loved to be dominated.
He used to resort on hiring gigolos to satisfy his needs, but it got more risky as his popularity and his position in the company rising up. He tried vanilla, he tried videos, but nothing satisfied him. He flirted with different men every week and changed partners like they were disposable. He was famous for his one night stands - people were calling him Jun the slayer - but it was really difficult to find one that could understand his needs. He was in an utter desperation when one day he met Sakurai Sho, a friend of a relative of a friend of another friend that was having a wedding party. Jun went to the party and so did Sakurai Sho. They drank a lot of champagne and when the world had started to turn hazy and blurry, they mindlessly went to a love hotel nearby. Long story short, they had a one night stand, figured that they’re into the same thing and that they’re compatible to each other in bed, and decided that they should do another one night stand. And another. And another. And another.
The relationship went pretty smooth. Jun came to Sho when he needed to be fucked senselessly, Sho came to Jun when he wanted to fuck someone harsh and rough.
Jun knew that nothing could ever go as perfectly smooth as that, though.
One day, his thought was proven right. Jun’s plan of the day was to have a mind-numbing sex all night long. He just had a tiring day and he couldn’t wait to just scream it out of his chest. Jun didn’t even care to notify Sho first that he was going to Sho’s second apartment, the one that was reserved especially for this kind of activity. It was the second month since they achieved understanding and stability, anyway, so Jun thought it was the right time to finally use the key that Sho had given to him, tie himself to the bed or something, and text Sho to go there straight away.
Jun knew that Sho might get surprised as hell since it would be the first time that Jun initiated a session without early notice, but Jun didn’t give a fuck about it. He needed to have the goddamned session with Sho, that’s all that he cared about.
But it was Jun who got surprised when he opened the door and stepped inside the rarely lived apartment. The sound of skin against skin, moans, and grunts welcomed him right away. Jun sensed something bad but he kept walking in, taking himself further inside and to the source of the voices; the bedroom. A part of Jun’s brain raised an alarm to warn him that he’s going to regret what he’s about to do, but it didn’t stop him from turning the knob and revealing what was behind the door.
There, on the bed, there was Sho. Naked. Sweaty. Breathless.
Screwing another man that Jun didn’t care to take a closer look, who was on his knees and elbows, tied and blindfolded, swaying back and forth to Sho’s dick that was inside his behind and to yet another man’s dick that was inside his mouth.
The three busy men jolted and stilled as they registered Jun’s presence.
Jun just stared. Unmoving.
After a full minute of deadly silence, Jun cleared his throat and said, “Sorry, for interrupting,” in a very venomous tone before taking his leave.
His bad day had just turned worse.
---
“You’re angry,” Sho pointed out an hour later. Sho had asked Jun to meet him in a cafe nearby and Jun came with a huge scowl. It’s not really hard to figure what was happening.
Jun had thought about this on his way to the cafe. He was angry. He couldn’t really pinpoint why, though. Sho was not his boyfriend and he was not his friend either.
Their relationship was limited to physical interaction and shared interest, and Jun had no intention to change the way it was. There’s no need for him to be mad, really.
But still, he was.
Sho heaved a sigh on Jun’s silence, “I don’t know you’d come.”
“I don’t know you’d be busy,” Jun retorted.
Sho had opened his mouth to counter Jun with stating that it was his apartment, after all, but he stopped himself from doing that and said instead, “Alright, I think we have to clear up some things.”
Jun leaned back, crossed his arms, and gestured with his chin, “Go on.”
“I see that you’re upset with me having fun with others,” Sho said, “Are you expecting an exclusive relationship between us?”
Jun shifted his gaze. He thought about it for a second and sighed, “I don’t know,” he groaned a bit and stared at Sho, “Do you really need to do that? Can’t you just-”
“I can’t,” Sho cut, “As much as I like you and as much as I enjoy our sessions together, one can’t satisfy me.”
It got Jun’s pupils blown ever so slightly. He had never heard of this before.
“I know you’re not into threesome and such-”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know. I can see right into you,” Sho insisted, “Oh, come on, do you seriously think you could really do it if one day I bring another man into our session?”
Jun tsk-ed. Sho got him spot on. It was just beyond him. Just the thought of it already made him sick.
“If one day you think that it’s okay for you, then I’d be glad. I’ll even let you pick the new third-wheel every time to your liking, I don’t really care. But as long as you couldn’t do that, then you couldn’t ask me to stop this,” Sho tapped his fingers on the table, “And if you still don’t think you can accept this, then you’re free to walk away.”
Jun sighed. This hassle-free relationship was not as hassle-free as he thought it was.
Crap.
“Just- notify me, could you? I’d be happy if I don’t need to walk in to your.. party,” Jun finally made his mind up.
Sho smiled wide, satisfied. He thought about it longer, staring at Jun all the while. His whole composure was getting more relaxed and the Sho that Jun liked the most started to take place. Then, Sho smirked. He had taken his decision too. This would do. He leaned in and patted Jun’s cheek, “I know I didn’t pick the wrong person.”
Jun swatted Sho’s hand away.
“Aw, feeling resistive today?” Sho giggled.
Jun shot his eyes up to Sho’s, taken aback by the sudden change of atmosphere from tense to seductive.
Sho laughed to Jun’s reaction. He pulled Jun’s face closer to his across the low table, “Well, I think you went there not to just catch me doing things, didn’t you?”
Jun gulped. He already felt the building anticipation beneath him.
“I feel like rewarding you tonight,” Sho pulled Jun’s face even closer and whispered right to Jun’s ears, “Come again at 7. Sharp. Shed your clothes on the genkan.”
Jun stopped breathing.
“I’ll make you scream tonight,” Sho promised and released Jun’s face. He smiled his nice man smile, stood up, and walked away.
Only when Sho was already outside the cafe, Jun remembered how to breathe.
---
Sho’s texts were always as short as I’m in the apartment. No question, no order, just a plain statement. Jun would reply it with his estimated time of arrival if he’s coming, and with a short I’m sorry, I can’t now if he wouldn’t be able to make it.
Meanwhile, Jun’s texts were always exactly the same. It was always the four words of is it okay now?. Sometimes, Sho’s reply would be as short as K. Sometimes, it would be in more detail like I’ll be there in 45. But, sometimes, it would be an automated reply of busy, gonna notify you later when I’m done.
Jun knew exactly what it meant.
Like that one day, Jun was already on his way to the apartment when his cellphone received the automated reply. He sighed, feeling a bit annoyed because it’s already the second time within a week, and kept on driving to Sho’s neighborhood. Jun headed to the nearby cafe instead, finding it as a convenient place to wait.
Sho had stopped refraining himself from indulging on his other interest ever since they talked it out. It was almost like he was an addict that was finally allowed to reunite with his addiction. Jun was cool with that, actually, because Sho had kept his part of bargain nicely. But Jun vaguely felt like he was waiting for his turn, like he was a patient on a doctor’s waiting room. And it was certainly not the best feeling in the world.
“Cappuccino, Sir,” the waiter suddenly appeared, stopping Jun’s train of thoughts.
“Thanks,” Jun mumbled. He didn’t even bother to hide his bad mood.
The waiter fidgeted a bit, as if he was considering whether to just disappear or stay. He asked in the end, “Do you want anything else?”
“No,” Jun answered right away. His phone beeped and he immediately fumbled with his phone, checking the text message.
Done.
Jun’s smile bloomed a bit. Finally.
The waiter seemed to finally decide to go back to the counter. He turned away and started to walk, but Jun stopped him.
“Excuse me,” Jun said, “The bill, please?”
The waiter’s eyes widened almost comically. He looked at the untouched cappuccino and then back at the customer.
Jun repeated, “The bill, please?”
The waiter took three minutes to take the asked bill and bring it to Jun’s table.
Jun took out some cash and put it on top of the bill. Without waiting for the change, he bolted out the cafe and towards the apartment complex.
The waiter followed him closely with his brown eyes.
---
Apparently, letting Sho do as he pleased did a favor for both of them. It didn’t occur on Jun at first, but he slowly learned to appreciate how more into it Sho was after his every little adventures. Sho would be more out of this world, keener to do something new, and, most importantly, more into extended foreplays. Having his needs satisfied, Sho would focus more on stimulating Jun. He would be crueler, in the way that Jun came to love. He would have enough patience to do all the ties and all the gags that bound Jun to perfection. He would be less hasty so he had the time to tease and bring Jun to his very limit. Their session would last longer and, after regaining his stamina back through all the foreplays, Sho would do him harder than ever and send him right to oblivion.
If Jun had any plan on complaining about how often Sho invited new guys to his apartment to satisfy his little hunger, it would always be forgotten in his screams and moans.
It turned a little bit harder to accept when Sho started to postpone their sessions in favor of extended round of threesomes, though. Jun started to feel the imbalance between them. While Sho was perfectly satisfied throughout the week, luring in various kinds of men from who-knows-where so easily, Jun was slightly deprived. Jun would never say that his sex drive was huge - not as huge as Sho’s, at least - but, still, he needed more than just two fantastic nights a week.
It started to feel like Sho was hanging him out to dry. Like this was unfair and Jun was entitled to have some more fun too.
Mostly, Jun would think these kinds of things when Sho made him wait. Jun was already used to drive right to Sho’s second apartment’s area when their session was to be expected and it would be too much of a hassle to go home first since it was farther from his office. So, when Sho notified him that he had to wait, Jun would shove his ass to the nearby cafe and sulked on these thoughts over a cup of cappuccino.
It was on his fourth visit that he realized that the waiter that served him was always the same one. It was on the fifth that he realized that he didn’t even need to make his order. On the sixth, when Sho made Jun wait until almost midnight - Jun didn’t really mind at that point, by the way, their last session was good enough to keep Jun in a good mood for a week - the waiter unexpectedly came to Jun and actually made a conversation.
Jun had taken a seat on the high-chair next to the counter. He was fumbling with his phone, checking the time repeatedly. He felt a set of eyes stealing a glance or two at him, and he tried to act cool on that.
Then, when the cafe had become almost empty and when Jun almost emptied his mug of cappuccino, the waiter cleared his throat and started to speak, “Waiting for someone?”
Jun put down his phone and gave a smile, “Kind of.”
The waiter nodded while wiping some glasses dry. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but still couldn’t find a word for it.
He’s kind of cute, Jun observed. Handsome, but also cute. Jun wore his killer smile and decided that maybe he should keep the conversation going, “How about you?”
The waiter looked up in sheer shock. He couldn’t really comprehend the question, apparently.
Jun chuckled because the waiter looked even cuter with startled eyes, “I mean, are you waiting for someone too? It seems like you’re always here.”
The waiter blinked several times and finally laughed, “I work here, of course I am always here.”
Jun laughed too, “But it’s like I’ve never been served by anyone else than you,” Jun squinted his eyes to read the name plate on the waiter’s chest, “Ni... nomiya san.”
“Just Nino is okay,” the waiter talked before anything else, then, “I just happen to always have the last shift, which is your preferred time of visiting, I suppose.”
Jun pursed his lips, acting like he was thinking about it, “Hmm.. Probably because the cappuccino is the best on the last shift.”
Nino’s eyes widened a bit and Jun swore there’s a hint of blush in that face. Nino was really, really cute, Jun decided. He was pretty, his body was tiny, and he gave off an aura of a small animal that made Jun didn’t feel like hesitating around him.
Jun felt like he was on a roll, like he wouldn’t do any mistake. Like he was having a complete control over the situation and, for once, he liked the sensation.
“I make those,” Nino said in an almost whisper.
“I know,” Jun smirked and sipped the said cappuccino.
A beep was heard and Jun knew what it was even without looking. It was already time for him to leave. He downed his cappuccino, produced cash from his wallet, and put it down on the counter. He took his coat and his bag and said, “Tell the cappuccino maker that it was so damn good.”
Nino stayed still, his eyes following Jun’s every movement, “Leaving?”
Jun thought for a bit and then said, “Hm... yeah. Duty call.”
Nino looked rather worried. When Jun was halfway to the entrance, he called, “Ano..”
Jun turned, “Hm?”
Again, Nino looked like he’s considering whether to talk something or not. It piqued a bit of Jun’s interest actually, since he had been looking like that for a while now. In the end, Nino just said, “Be careful.”
Jun grinned. He resumed his walk and waved a hand in the air, “See ya.”
This time, Jun knew Nino didn’t tear his eyes away from him even when he was already outside the cafe.
---
The paddle landed on Jun’s butt cheek. He inaudibly gasped. His breath was heavy and shaky as he released it, determined in not letting any voice out of his lips. His hands were bound on his back and his face was smashed to the pillow. A ball gag was strapped around his head and a set of vibrating anal beads were stuffed inside his hole.
Sho smiled. He rubbed Jun’s ass and spanked it once again, harder this time.
Jun pressed his face deeper to the pillow and pushed his ass even higher in the air. It was as if he was asking for more.
Sho leaned in to put his weight on Jun’s back. He pulled the anal beads one by one as he whispered straight to Jun’s ear, “Now be loud, baby. Make some pretty noises for me. Come on. Make me believe that you want this.”
Jun opened his closed eyes and turned his head to look at Sho. Sho was smiling; the command was true. Jun gave his challenging smile through the gag and started to moan, long and sensual. He dragged his voice out. It was husky, it was deep. Jun punctuated it with a soft gasp after every bead that Sho extracted from his swollen hole. He arched his back, offering more and more of his butt for Sho to caress and to bite. When all the beads were already out of him, Jun looked back at Sho and voiced out his pants in form of low growls.
Sho’s eyes darkened visibly. He set his jaws and unceremoniously flipped Jun over.
Jun yelped, but when Sho was already hovering above him with obvious want in his eyes, Jun’s eyes glinted in victory and he bucked his hips experimentally while dragging out another long, teasing moan.
Sho grunted. He dove to chew on Jun’s ear and Jun let him. Breathless, Sho whispered, “You’re in a good mood today, huh?”
Jun rolled his eyes, saying that Sho was not the only one who could have some fun with the gesture. He felt oddly satisfied after that, knowing that Sho was so damn right, he was in a good mood, and that he was right, Sho was not the only one who could have some fun.
He could too.
Jun’s mind wandered to Nino for a brief moment. But then, Sho’s dick invaded his body in one go and he couldn’t think about anything else anymore.
---
When Jun woke up the next morning with nothing but a note from Sho telling that he should go home as soon as he woke up because Sho’s ‘friends’ would come by that day, Jun wasn’t even mad about it. He just shook his head with faint amazement - couldn’t really fathom how Sho could keep up with all those activities when he himself felt like his bones were made off shattered glasses just after a session. Jun vaguely suspected that it might be inhumane, but he waltzed over it fast enough in favor of a brighter thought.
It had been a while since the last time he thought about someone else after a mind-numbing fuck, but there he was, thinking about Nino and those curious eyes.
Jun hopped onto his feet and slipped himself into his clothes with a surge of excitement. He was always keen of knowing that people was attracted to him, but this time, it felt a lot more than just keen. He felt smug. He felt victorious. His pride was bubbling.
The fact that it felt a bit like he was getting even with Sho on top of it all spurred him on like nothing else.
Jun walked into the cafe fifteen minutes later and Nino tried to look nonchalant. Jun didn’t buy it, of course. Nino’s movements were suddenly all too hasty and all too composed to indicate that Jun’s presence didn’t affect him. Jun chuckled quietly, took a seat next to the counter, and stared at Nino with his palm supporting his chin.
Then, he did nothing.
He did nothing but staring and staring. He stared as Nino ground more coffee than it was needed. He stared as Nino stacked and re-stacked freshly washed glasses. He stared as Nino wiped the squeaky clean counter again and again just to keep himself busy.
Nino was so fucking affected by him. Jun knew that very well.
Finally, after running out of activities to keep himself busy, Nino faced Jun and feigned surprise with his wide clear eyes.
“I don’t know you’re here,” Nino said. It actually sounded believable if Jun hadn’t known better.
“I’m here,” Jun replied, his eyes fixated to Nino and a playful smile plastered on his face.
“You don’t usually come in the morning,” Nino mumbled and it made Jun smirk because it showed that he paid attention. He tiptoed a bit to reach for a mug and he swung it in between his fingers as he asked, “Here for cappuccino?”
Jun, who was still resting his chin on his palm, smiled lazily and said, “Here for you.”
The mug almost fell to the ground and Jun couldn’t resist laughing fondly. He reached over the counter, grabbed the mug, and put it down safely. When he looked up at Nino again, Nino was gaping. Jun laughed again; even fonder than before.
“So, last shift?” Jun gave Nino mercy and tried to get the conversation going.
Nino took the mug back, proceeding to make the cappuccino despite the lack of demand, “Last shift means late night until early morning,” he glanced to the clock and clicked his tongue, “The man for the next shift is late. He always is.”
Jun nodded his head several times as a replacement for ‘I see’. His mind was telling him to stop but his mouth blurted out, “Too bad.”
Nino raised one of his eyebrows.
“That means I can’t ask you out at nights, can I?”
Nino’s eyes went wide and Jun decided that he couldn’t get enough of that expression. Nino went visibly nervous and it was adorable. He fumbled with the milk frother and pretended that he didn’t hear Jun at all.
Suddenly, Nino asked, “What’s your name?”
Finally, Jun thought. Finally this was going somewhere.
“What would you have my name for?” Jun teased. Because he didn’t like everything to be easy.
Nino gave an annoyed eye roll, “So I can write your name on the cup and give a smiley or a heart like what those fancy shops’ baristas do.”
“You’re serving it in a fucking mug, Nino,” Jun said sweetly, “You’d have a trouble if you’re about to scribble my name on it.”
Nino shrugged and said, “I’d put a heart on it,” as if it would save him from the trouble.
Jun laughed heartily. He liked the way Nino’s smart mouth covered his nervousness. “It’s Jun,” Jun finally gave his given name just so Nino wouldn’t have a chance to pull a Matsumoto san on him.
“Just Jun?” Nino concentrated on the coffee machine.
“My sweetheart Jun, if you would,” Jun grinned.
Nino rolled his eyes yes again and served a mug of cappuccino to Jun. On top of the froth, there’s a big ‘J’ and a small heart as companion. Jun was about to give a delighted comment on that, but the bell by the door rang and they both turned to see who was coming.
“Ah, Aiba san,” Nino wiped his hands and took his apron off, “You’re late again.”
Aiba, who apparently was the morning shift guy, bowed a bit and rushed to the counter to put his apron on.
Nino was about to leave, Jun realized. He was already snatching his messenger bag and a cap.
Jun sipped his cappuccino until the J and the heart disappeared. He wiped the foam from his mouth, put down some cash, and jogged to catch up on Nino.
“I’ll give you a ride,” Jun said, dragging Nino to the pathway that led to his car.
“What?!” Nino’s voice was a high-pitched screech, “Why?!”
“Hmm,” Jun made an act of thinking, “We’re going to the same direction.”
“You don’t even know where I’m heading!”
“Where are you heading?”
“Asagaya.”
“Good. I’m going there too,” Jun said. It was obviously a lie because he actually lived on the opposite direction. He shoved Nino into his car and even went to buckle Nino up on the passenger seat.
The ride was fine. Nino didn’t talk a lot but when he did, he gave Jun a good laugh. Nino was getting relaxed and that was Jun’s target for the day. When Jun stopped in front of a decent apartment complex, he didn’t expect much. He didn’t even expect to be invited in. He had done this a lot, he knew how it worked.
“Thanks,” Nino said.
“Hm,” Jun mumbled a response. He kept his eyes on Nino, knowing that it made people fall for him faster.
Nino unbuckled himself and hovered his hand over the door handle. But then he looked at Jun again. His face once again showed that he was considering whether to say something or not. His eyes peered to Jun’s clavicle once. And then to Jun’s hands that were on the steer-wheel. And then he gulped and shook his head softly.
Jun had enough. He asked softly, “What is it?”
Nino looked up to Jun’s eyes again.
“What is it that you want to say to me?”
Nino exhaled a long, long breath. His shoulders dropped and he lifted his arm, reaching out to Jun’s neck. It was already an inch away from Jun’s skin when Nino stopped it, gripping the air and balling his hand into a fist. He sighed and then placed his fingers on Jun’s cheek, “If you need any help, you can tell me. I don’t know if I can be of any help, but.. Yeah, you can at least tell me and we can think of something together.”
Jun had no idea what that all was about.
Nino sighed and then got out from the car, closing the door and bowing to Jun.
Jun drove away and, from the rear mirror, he could see that Nino’s eyes were following him again. With worry flooded out from it.
When Jun was already at home, he stood before the mirror, staring at his own reflection.
Then, he realized that he got bruises all over his neck and his wrists.
His heart clenched.
---
Sho hovered on top of Jun. He ran the back of his palm on Jun’s cheek, down to Jun’s neck, down to Jun’s nipple. He twisted the bud roughly and Jun arched his back; moaning, moaning, and moaning.
The next heartbeat, Sho dove down. He buried his teeth on Jun’s skin, deep. Jun squirmed but it felt different. It felt like he was actually wanted to get away from Sho.
“St- stop,” Jun writhed.
Sho smirked. He knew Jun liked it. He also knew Jun liked to pretend that he didn’t like it.
“No,” Jun shook his head as he felt Sho’s teeth sunk deeper, “No, stop. I mean it.”
Sho got confused. His eyes shot up to Jun’s face but his teeth didn’t leave Jun’s skin. He bit a bit more.
“No!” Jun grunted, “St- Umbrella!”
There it was. The safe word. Sho stopped his ministration and sat up, giving Jun space to breathe. He kept staring, though. Confusion was written all over his face.
“What’s wrong?” Sho asked.
Jun’s chest moved up and down as he chased his breath. His fists were clenched, up above his bounded wrists.
“What’s wrong?” Sho asked again.
“No marks,” Jun breathlessly answered, “No marks today.”
Sho waited, expecting Jun to give him more explanation, but Jun just stared back at him, panting.
Finally, Sho smiled. It didn’t matter for him, he could do it just fine even without leaving marks.
“Fine, then,” Sho whispered and he resumed his mission of making Jun beg all night long.
---
It took Jun a whole week before he could bring himself to walk into the cafe again. The thought that Nino was worried about him was so overwhelming. It made him feel weird. So weird that he thought it would be better to just stay away from Nino.
But then, Jun couldn’t stop thinking about Nino. About the way Nino looked at him. About the worry that Nino had in his eyes. About the hesitation that he showed. About Nino’s words.
Jun knew if he’s about to continue seeing Nino, then it wouldn’t be the same anymore. It would make Nino more than just another guy that he hit on when he’s bored.
Still, he found himself driving to the other part of the city that night. Not to seek refugee under Sho’s mercy and his various ways of making him forget everything, but to find Nino.
“Jun,” Nino stopped washing the mugs when he saw Jun.
“Hey,” Jun said. It was already past midnight. There’s no one in the cafe and it was so, so quiet there.
“I thought you’ve found another cafe with better cappuccino,” Nino said after a while, resuming his task.
“Sorry,” Jun smiled apologetically and found his way to behind the counter. He leaned his back next to Nino and said, “I’ve been wanting to, though. But, apparently, I can’t.”
Nino snorted a sarcastic laugh, “It should be easy, you know. Just go to any cafe and you’d find it.”
Jun didn’t really know what he would do once he’s face to face with Nino when he climbed into his car. While driving, he thought about clearing Nino’s misunderstanding about his bruises. On his way inside, he pondered if he should say the truth or just simply lie about it.
Once he’s this close to Nino, though, he couldn’t think about anything else other than the fact that Nino had been paying attention to him. Not in the way those guys at the gay bars would do. Not in the way Sho did. But in a more sentimental way.
Jun had been thriving to get some attention all his life. He got plenty. He got a lot. He was basked in it every day. He was delighted by the way guys paying attention on his body. He was overjoyed by the way Sho gave him extra attention in every paddle and every slap. But this? This was entirely different.
This made Jun wonder if this was what he had been searching all his life.
“What brought you here? Cappuccino? I’ll make it, now you go away and sit somewhere,” Nino said with an obvious hint of dismissal.
Nino was upset, Jun noted. Upset because he didn’t show up.
Jun felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t know how to react to it. So he just followed his instinct.
He stepped behind Nino and wrapped his arms around Nino’s waist. He rested his temple on Nino’s back of neck and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you.”
Nino was tense at first. Then, he relaxed and sighed, “Me too, you know. Really, you don’t just disappear after... after I told you that, okay?”
Jun smiled. A surge of warmth had evolved into a flood of it.
Nino stopped the water and wiped his hands on his apron before turning around to face Jun. His eyes wandered to Jun’s neck and a few other spots before he said, “I was worried sick about you.”
Jun laughed a bit, “Why would you? You barely know me.”
Unexpectedly, Nino landed a slap on Jun’s head, “Because you’re worrisome. I saw. I saw you and him. I saw how he threw those evil smiles at you. I saw how you waited for messages and rushed out immediately after receiving one. It’s from him, right? And the bruises too. They’re from him too, right? What in hell is he making you do? Is he blackmailing you? What do he do to-”
Jun couldn’t stop himself from kissing Nino. Nino was having completely wrong ideas, but they were all that made Jun fall for him more. Nino trusted him. Nino cared for him. And that’s why Jun had to shut him up quickly; he couldn’t handle it well.
“J- Jun,” Nino struggled to talk but Jun was relentless in kissing him. His palms were on Jun’s shoulders, pushing Jun away. It took all his strength to succeed in it.
Jun panted. His eyes were sharp on Nino’s. He knew that Nino saw something in his eyes, in his face, in his whole composure, because the next moment, Nino’s blown eyes softened. Jun stilled when he felt Nino’s body relaxed. Then, Nino’s palms were on his face and it was Nino who initiated the next kiss.
It was way too sweet, way too soft for Jun’s liking. Nino didn’t bite; he didn’t tug and he didn’t pull. The kiss was slow, and so was all the touch that followed.
But, Jun couldn’t lie to himself. He loved it.
It flowed like water stream; smooth and natural. Their hands weren’t tangled together, their movements weren’t sloppy and hasty, but it was as hot as any bondage could be. Jun’s hands traveled down to free Nino from his apron, Nino’s hands wandered up to unbutton Jun’s shirt. Jun threw Nino’s clothes away, Nino shed Jun’s to the floor. Jun scooped Nino up to the counter, Nino latched his arms around Jun’s neck. It went like a harmony and Jun was the conductor.
It was too easy to forget that they’re actually in a public place; that someone could walk in on them anytime. It was really effortless to get lost in deep kisses.
Nino clawed Jun’s back the moment Jun sucked on his collarbones. He let out tiny gasps that Jun considered as a reward for the beauty of it. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, baring more of his skin for Jun to explore.
Jun held Nino on the sides of his chest. Nino was so thin that Jun could feel every rack of his bones. Jun’s hands slid down on it, one at a time like it was a staircase to follow. Then Jun found Nino’s butt - plump and smooth and tiny - and Jun looked up, for once in his life asking for permission outside his submissive character.
Then, Nino was nodding. He nodded and nodded as he practically gave himself to Jun. It took all of Jun to remember about lube and condom, it took all of Nino to not scream when Jun finally invaded him. Jun entered him, nice and slow, and then everything was a blur. The fallen mugs next to them, the tumbled shaker, the scattered spoons; all blur and hazy. As if it was a dream.
Nino’s moans and Jun’s grunts were a song. Their orgasms came one after another, blinding and sending them out of this earth. Jun fell on top of Nino and they stayed like that, as if he was trying to comprehend what just happened.
It was Nino who broke the silence first, “So, are you leaving him?”
Jun buried his face on the crook of Nino’s neck as he said, “No. I’m sorry but I’m not.”
---
“So,” Nino started after a while, exhaling smoke through his mouth while on it, “You’re not being forced?”
Jun nodded. They were both sitting on the floor behind the counter. Nino had put a closed sign on the door and Jun had spilled everything to Nino to straighten the misunderstanding. Jun had shrugged back to his jeans while Nino simply put his apron to cover his private area. Nino took out his stash of beers and they gulped it down; everything was easier with alcohol in their system.
“You... voluntarily do that. Is that so?” Nino asked and, for Jun’s delight, it didn’t sound judgmental.
“To be frank, yes,” Jun looked down and gave an apologetic smirk, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“Yeah, you-” Nino winced a bit, “You should have told me sooner. I worried for nothing. I made myself a fool. I’m glad that I was wrong, though.”
Jun rested his head back and smiled a bit, “I like the fool.”
Nino pushed Jun’s shoulder harshly for that. Jun laughed, but he could still feel a bit of anxiety inside his heart. Would this be the end?
They succumbed into silence again. Nino shot his eyes to the sky outside. Dawn was getting near. His brain worked hard behind his unreadable expression until he wondered out loud, “So you’re into those kinds of things, huh?”
“Ma..,” Jun answered noncommittally.
“What happens to us, then?”
It sounded so faint like a mere whisper that Jun needed to turn his face to Nino to make sure that Nino did say something. Nino smiled bitterly, indicating that he did say that, and Jun looked away again, kicking his brain to work this time.
Jun’s heart deflated a bit when he finally said, “I think it’s better for you to stay away from us. From me.”
Nino turned to look at Jun. His eyes were soft and questioning.
“I don’t want to drag you into this,” Jun said carefully.
Nino chuckled, “I might look fragile and such, but I’m actually not. Don’t act like I’m a helpless kid.” He dabbed his cigarette down on his empty can of beer and looked at Jun, “A little kink or two wouldn’t scare me.”
“I still can’t leave him,” Jun stated.
“I’m not asking you to,” came Nino’s reply, “I like you. I want to be with you. To put it into words, you’re his steady lay, right? Can’t I be yours?”
Jun tried to process Nino’s words. He started to see light of hope.
“I... can’t really fulfill your... needs. I don’t think I can dominate someone. But from what we did, I can guess that you enjoy it too,” Nino pointed out, “I’m not a teenager, I don’t fancy dates. I’m fine with how we are now. Well, maybe with more sex and communication, but, more or less, it would be the same.”
Jun smiled. Nino made it sound so easy, so trouble-free. He knew it wouldn’t be that uncomplicated, of course, but he started to think that it was worth the try.
Nino huffed, showing that Jun was taking too long to reply. With arms folded in front of his chest he asked, “So, are you in or what? Because I think we can go for another round before Aiba’s shift starts if you are.”
Jun laughed at that and he pinched Nino playfully on his side, successfully making Nino squirm and lose his apron from his lap. Jun did Nino once again after that, right there on the cafe’s floor where the fallen mugs from their earlier scene lay.
In the morning, while Nino was deleting video recorded by the CCTVs that apparently was installed all over the cafe, Jun put his number on Nino’s phone, naming it with J and a tiny little heart next to it.
---
Jun’s life had definitely gotten better since he let Nino into it. Nino was always there and he made everything so simple. Sho was still the only one who could satisfy Jun’s particular needs, but when Sho was busy with his packed schedule, Nino always welcomed him with opened arms. Jun even brought Nino home with him, considering that fucking in the cafe would get them caught one day or another.
Sho sensed Jun’s change in some ways. He knew Jun was having better mood and he knew that Jun had been texting with someone a lot lately, but he didn’t complain. Jun gave better responses when he’s in a good mood, and Sho was having fun without Jun too, so he didn’t really see the need to pick Jun on it.
Sho also noticed, though, that Jun kept visiting the cafe near his place. Eventually, he got curious over it and started following Jun there every time he saw the chance. He tagged along a few times and found nothing particularly interesting. The cappuccino was fine, but that was it. The place wasn’t that special and all that Jun did was sipping his cappuccino while reading a book.
At least, that’s all that Jun did when Sho was there with him.
Then, Sho found himself something interesting in that cafe.
“Your cappuccino, Sir,” the waiter placed a mug in front of Jun and then another in front of Sho. He smiled as he straightened his back, “Do you need anything else?”
Jun hid his blooming smile because it was Nino who served them. They had agreed to act like they didn’t know each other when Sho was around. He shook his head and continued reading.
Unexpectedly, Sho opened his mouth, “How about your name?”
Nino gaped. Jun did too, although more discretely.
“Hey, what’s that?” Jun chuckled nervously.
“I’m just asking his name!” Sho laughed. He looked at Nino again, “So?”
Nino shifted his gaze to Jun for a split second before answering, “Ninomiya.”
“Nino chan, then, hm?” Sho grinned.
“Hey, stop it already,” Jun pushed Sho’s shoulder and turned to Nino, “Don’t mind him. We’re fine, you can go back to work. Sorry for troubling you.”
Sho just continued laughing as Nino bowed down and left them.
“What’s that, really?” Jun scolded. He tried to make it sounded playful and light by adding a faint chuckle.
Sho just shrugged, “He’s cute, don’t you think?”
Jun rolled his eyes, starting to get nervous. This couldn’t be good. He had to change the topic fast, but nothing came out. They discussed almost nothing beside bed matters, after all. So, finally, he just blurted out, “Rather than fooling around with a waiter, why don’t you go have some fun with your buddies?” Jun realized it came out rather offensive so he added in a wondering tone, “You’re.. less occupied lately.”
“What? Are you finally interested in joining?”
Jun acted as if he was thinking about it, then he spat out, “No.”
“Aw, my heart breaks,” Sho took his cappuccino and sipped it, “Anyway, I’ve been busy with work. Can’t find any good lay lately.”
Jun focused back to his book and said, “Just contact some of your previous good lays.”
“You know I’m picky about recurring lays,” Sho laughed, “None is good enough to be bedded twice, unfortunately.”
Jun rolled his eyes and laughed. At least they’re not talking about Nino anymore.
Or so he thought.
Sho stood up after that, straightening his shirt and pants. He wore his killer smile and walked towards the counter. Just before he was too far to be heard by Jun, he said, “But I think I just found myself a really, really good lay just now.”
Jun froze. He eyed in horror as Sho approached Nino on the counter and started to talk with him. It seemed that Nino was replying politely, with his smile and all little gestures that Jun knew for sure would attract Sho more. Minutes were spent and they didn’t stop talking. If anything, they looked like they’re getting friendlier.
Sho was a smooth talker, Jun knew that for a fact. He was charming and his voice was alluring. Many men had fallen to his trap - Jun included - and Jun really didn’t want Nino to be one of his victims. He didn’t want Nino to be another face that Sho screwed for a one time pleasure. He didn’t want Nino to be used. No. Not in that way.
Jun couldn’t do much, though. His subconscious stubbornly didn’t let him to expose his relationship with Nino to Sho. The reason was unclear, probably simply because he didn’t want Sho to get close to Nino. But it anchored him to his seat, making him incapable of doing anything besides throwing daggers through his gaze towards Sho who kept getting physically closer to Nino.
When Sho reached across the counter, Jun’s eyes twitched. When Sho leaned in and both he and Nino laughed together, Jun set his jaws. When Sho outright pulled Nino towards him and whispered something that made Nino slapped him playfully on the arm, Jun had to close his eyes for a moment to contain his anger. When Sho received a phone call and dashed outside in an instant, Jun realized that his book had been crumpled down like a trash.
Once he’s sure that Sho was not going back to the cafe, Jun stomped his feet towards the counter, “What did the both of you talk about?”
Nino, who seemed to notice Jun’s anger, furrowed his brows and slid a card to Jun, “Just some jokes. He gave me his number.”
Jun took Sho’s name card and smashed it inside his grip.
Nino nervously looked at Jun and said, “He seemed nice.”
“He sleeps with different guys every night, doing threesomes or foursomes or other fuck-knows-somes like changing his clothes,” Jun tried to keep his voice low and steady, “He didn’t even remember their faces the next morning. Does it sound nice to you?”
“You sleep with him,” Nino pointed out.
“Exactly!” Jun snapped. He softened his tone because Nino looked startled, “Just... stay away from him, okay? I’ve told you, I don’t want to drag you into this.”
“We were just talking, Jun. It’s not like he’s inviting me to his bed or something.”
“That comes next, Nino,” Jun groaned.
Nino stared. He then sighed, lowering his tone a few notch, “Hey, why are you getting so worked up about it?”
“I just-,” want you for myself.
Jun’s eyes widened at the realization of that. He had never been this possessive before. He had never been someone who was edging towards authoritarian and right then, he felt like he was one. He sighed, feeling weird all over and also still upset on top of it. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn’t find any word at all, so he closed his mouth again, ran his fingers through his hair, and turned away.
“Jun?” Nino called as he saw Jun inching away.
Jun kept walking. His head was a mess and he needed to get out from there to rearrange it.
“Jun?! Jun!” Nino hastily followed Jun.
Jun climbed into his car, leaving Nino alone with frustration written all over his face.
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It was way past midnight when Jun heard knocks on his door. He hadn’t gone to sleep yet; he couldn’t with all the bugging thoughts buzzing in his head. A part of him felt terribly guilty for leaving Nino, but the rest of him was still so bothered that he couldn’t bring himself to come back. He opened the door without second thought and he saw Nino there, standing in cold with his thin jacket and abandoned puppy eyes.
“Jun,” Nino’s voice sounded weak and desperate.
“What are you-” Jun was taken aback for sure. He stepped outside, looking around if Nino came with a company, and found nothing but an empty hallway, “How the hell did you-”
“J,” Nino stopped Jun mid-sentence. He bit his lower lip and then continued, “I’m sorry, okay?”
Jun froze. “Oh God,” he breathed out once he was able to process Nino’s words and the situation, “Oh God, did you just walk all the way here at shit AM just to say that, Nino?!” All the anger that Jun had disappeared with no trace, all that was left was a huge lump of worry on the pit of his stomach. Jun gripped Nino’s arms and it was ice cold. He cringed and dragged Nino inside and sat him on the couch. He dashed to close the door and then went back to Nino. He knelt in front of Nino and took both of Nino’s hands in his, rubbing it repeatedly. Nino really looked like an abandoned puppy like this; small, shivering, and sad. If Jun had any weakness, this must be it. With a sheer annoyance that was caused by his worry, Jun scolded, “Are you stupid or what?!”
“You were so upset,” Nino pointed out, sulking a bit, “I tried to call you but you turned off your phone.”
“Stupid,” Jun spat out, “You could have waited until tomorrow.”
“You were so upset,” Nino repeated. Then, with a very faint whisper, he added, “I hate to see you upset.”
Jun’s movements stopped, the knots in his heart were unraveled. He couldn’t comprehend Nino, to be honest. One moment Nino was so carefree and witty, the next he was nothing but a fragile bundle of mess tugging on Jun’s protective and possessive side, and next, he made Jun feel wanted - needed - like Nino would do anything just for Jun. It was confusing, but it was what bound him to Nino, most probably. All the sensations that he felt and experienced were all so new and pleasant that he couldn’t help but to ask for more.
Jun inhaled a deep breath, dropped himself down on the floor, closed his eyes, placed his head on Nino’s lap, and exhaled the breath. He forced himself to get his shit together and finally said, “I’m sorry.”
Nino didn’t say anything. For a moment, they just stayed there in the silence, feeling each other’s breaths. Then, Nino put his hand on top of Jun’s head. The gesture was unsure, like Nino wasn’t certain if Jun would like it, and Jun found it utterly dear.
Jun put his hand on top of Nino’s and squeezed it. Nino chuckled fondly and proceeded to caress Jun’s hair softly. After a while, he broke the silence, “What’s the matter?”
Jun sighed. He brought himself further into Nino’s lap, “It’s just... This is not as easy as I thought this would be.”
“What?”
“Us. You and me. Me and Sho. I feel like I’m leading a double life,” Jun sighed again.
Nino laughed, “Said someone who’s an executive by day and a BDSM enthusiast by night.”
Jun nudged Nino’s nose without even looking, “You know what I mean.”
Nino’s laughter continued until it petered out and vanished. Nino heaved a sigh that sounded so heavy and asked, “Am I that much of a burden?”
Jun sat up and flicked Nino’s forehead hard, “Don’t be stupid, you stupid.”
“Hey!” Nino brought both of his hands to rub his forehead while pouting. He looked like an upset kindergartener and it made Jun laugh despite his initial annoyance. When Jun rubbed his hand on Nino’s forehead too, Nino threw his defense, “You made it sound like that. Like your life is a million times harder thanks to me.”
Jun threw his head back and groaned, “Ugh, should I do you right here right now to remind you how good my life is with you?”
“Tsk, romantic, Jun san,” Nino rolled his eyes but he smiled, “Though, coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.”
Jun put his chin on Nino’s lap and grinned. He let Nino play with his hair and the burdening thoughts drift away. He felt good. All the tiny touches and proximity; they felt good. It felt vaguely like an aftercare session with Sho; it felt nice and intimate.
“I was thinking, though,” Nino broke the silence with his raspy voice, “If we can do something about this.”
“Hm?” Jun tilted his head slightly, leaning closer to Nino’s hand.
“I don’t know... He... seems like he likes me.”
“Oh hell, yes, he does,” Jun spat out, “That’s why I’m telling you to stay away from him. He has his eyes on you. Why are we talking about-”
Nino cupped Jun’s cheeks and pulled him for a silencing kiss. He pulled away and stared at Jun’s eyes, “Listen to me first, would you?”
Jun licked Nino’s lips, grinned, and nodded.
“Alright,” Nino breathed out, “Have you... ever thought about... merging your double lives?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said that he’s into threesomes, right? I mean... We have you and me and him now. Don’t you think-”
“No,” Jun immediately objected.
“Why not? Look, he needs his threesomes, you need him, I need you. Wouldn’t it be a good solution?”
“Don’t tell me,” Jun squinted his eyes, “You like him, don’t you?”
“That’s not it!” Nino groaned, “Well, I can’t say that I hate him either but, listen, I hate to see you like this, okay? If it can make you feel at ease, I’d do it gladly. I’ve told you, a kink or two won’t scare me.”
“Geez, Nino, just stay away from him and once he’s bored of chasing you, we’ll be just fine.”
“And then what? We’ll go back to late night quickie in the cafe?” Nino blurted out and then his eyes went wide, as if he said something he didn’t mean to spill. He sighed, knowing that what was said was said, and continued, “I just want to have you as much as he has you. I’m not just a spare for you, am I?”
Jun blinked, then put his forehead on Nino’s knees, “I made you feel like crap, didn’t I?”
“Hey, it’s okay, I know what I’m getting at the moment you spilled everything,” Nino ruffled Jun’s hair, “I just... see a chance now and I can’t let it slip away just like that.”
“He never sleeps with the same guy twice,” Jun finally said, “Except for me, he never does that. So... yeah... he’ll dispose you like garbage and I’d be very happy if we can avoid that.”
“But he wants you. He wants you to join his party, right?”
“In the sense of finding a prey together and forget him in the morning, yes.”
“Well,” Nino cleared his throat, “Does he want you enough that he would change a tiny part of his habit just so you would join his party?”
Jun looked up, one of his eyebrows arching.
“Probably you can tell him that you’d join him only if I am the... third party?”
Jun thought about it. Then, “I don’t know... he’s terribly picky with recurrent partner. He might want to pick the third party by himself. I can’t push too much, I still need him more than he needs me.”
“Then, let him.”
“Hm?”
“Let him pick the third party by himself. I said that he seems like he likes me. Maybe... maybe he’d eventually pick me by his own accord. Then you can accept me and then the deal would be sealed.”
Jun gave it a deeper thought. Nino’s idea sounded good enough, according to his sense. The chance of Sho picking Nino was big enough and if it’s Sho who picked Nino, he wouldn’t be able to dump Nino so easily. Still, Jun was not sure, “I... don’t know, Nino.”
Nino cupped his hands on Jun’s cheeks and brought their forehead together. With sincerity in his eyes, he said, “I think it’s worth the shot. That way, we wouldn’t have to pretend that we don’t know each other. That way, you even would have him all for yourself again. You would have him and me all for yourself,” Nino traced his finger on Jun’s skin, “That way, I’d be yours completely.”
Nino’s lips were soft and warm on Jun’s. Nino didn’t let go of Jun again that night. He clutched and pulled, screaming his need of Jun by the way he was touching and moaning.
In the morning, Jun found himself agreeing to whatever Nino was saying.
PART 2 >>