Gift for nicocoer
To: nicocoer
From: mrsatterthwaite
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Mindfucking
Pairing/Group: Matsumiya/Arashi
Rating: R
Warnings: Teasers! … or are they?
Notes: thanks to nicocoer, for giving me the easiest prompt ever. I hope you seriously enjoy it!
Summary: mindfuck: an idea or concept that shakes one's previously held beliefs or assumptions about the nature of reality. (definition courtesy of Urban Dictionary)
"It's that time of the year," Nino grumbled.
"Christmas party!" Jun sang, waving his arms in the air and shaking his hips. "Aren't you excited? Aiba said he's going to have a surprise main course for our potluck this year!"
Nino looked at his flat mate. "Are you actually happy about that?" He knew the reason why Jun opted to live with him instead of any other group member was because he trusted Nino not to torch the house while making ramen.
"Come to think of it…" Jun twirled and stopped at the pantry to take out some dishes. "At least we're in charge of the side dishes, so something will be edible!"
"So you'd like to think." Nino half-heartedly replied as his roommate danced to his own beat. Jun, who with tight jeans wrapped around an equally tight ass was bending over in front of the fridge and taking inventory. I could take him now, Nino thought. I could have him, and some leftover apple pie, too.
"How do lettuce wraps sound?" Jun asked, skimming the contents of the shelves.
"Sounds delicious." Nino licked his lips. "Do we have any lettuce?"
"Let me check." Jun bent down almost completely in half. Nino felt light-headed as his blood rushed south. This was exactly the reason why he couldn't be in a kitchen with Jun: sexual tension did not mix well with open flames and sharp things.
Ever since Jun got that ridiculous haircut, Nino couldn't keep his eyes off him. It took a lot of effort to keep his hands to himself, that was for sure. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe because it covered up Jun's colossal eyebrows, or made his head look perfectly spherical (and circles were always a turn on). Maybe it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Jun was always flirting with Nino in between their verbal barbs, and even though both of them never treated the casual insults seriously, Nino liked to imagine where the teasing and innuendo could lead.
"No lettuce," Jun finally reported, "but I think we can find some use for this!" He emerged from the fridge with a proud grin and a giant cucumber.
Nino whimpered.
***
"We should have potatoes," Jun thought aloud. "Isn't that a standard?"
"How should we prepare them?" After the cucumber discovery, Nino had to sit and concentrate on the thread count of the dishtowels to regain his composure.
Jun scribbled a list on a scrap of paper. "I like them whipped."
Nino slipped in his seat.
"What to do for dessert?" Jun leaned on the counter, snacking on dried plums as he pondered the question.
"How about apple pie?" Nino suggested. "Wait, there's already some in the fridge."
"Apparently, apple pie feels like sex," Jun said, tossing a plum in his mouth.
"What?" Luckily, Nino didn't blush. Unfortunately, it was because his blood flow was redirected elsewhere.
Jun shrugged. "That's what I heard, anyway. I haven't tried it."
"Not with an apple pie?"
Jun smiled around the fruit and briefly made eye contact with Nino. "Not with anyone."
***
Nino threw Jun against the fridge so hard, a few stray ice cubes flew out of the dispenser. He caught one and ran it along Jun's jaw.
"Not anyone?" Nino breathed, trailing the icy trail with hot breath.
"N-no one." Jun's voice trembled as he tried to keep his footing. If Nino wasn't pressed so tight against him, he would have crumpled to the ground. He clutched the fridge door handle for support.
Nino gripped Jun's other wrist and clamped it against the white plastic door. "A tease like you?" He nipped at Jun's earlobe. "Somehow I'm not surprised." He slipped his fingers past Jun's belt, under the hem of his underwear and let the last of the melting ice cube slide out of sight.
"Ah!" Jun arched up, pressing their hips even closer together. As the cold sensation made its way around Jun's pants, he writhed and ground himself against Nino. "Oh, god!"
Nino grinned against Jun's collarbone and ran a hand down his side. "You like that, hm? Want more of that, don't you?"
"Nino, please," Jun breathed, clutching onto Nino's shoulder. "I can't… I want- ah!" He howled as Nino nibbled on sensitive flesh, working his way down Jun's slim torso.
"Please, Nino!"
Nino licked the spot where Jun's neck met his earlobe. "Tell me what you want," he said, blowing hot air on the wet spot.
Jun whimpered into Nino's hair. "I... I want you to-"
"Say it," Nino growled. He rolled his hips up, pulling a gasp out of Jun.
"Oh, Nino," Jun begged. "Just fuck me crazy!"
***
The phone rang. Jun picked it up. "Oh, hi, Aiba! Have you decided what to cook yet? Turducken? What's that?" He chit-chatted on the phone while flitting through the kitchen, searching for supplies.
Nino stood in front of the freezer. The only traces of his fantasy were the cup of ice in his hand and a boner threatening to poke a hole through his pants. Damn.
"Do you want to start the cheesecake crust?" Jun asked after he set the phone back on the counter.
"Sure," Nino said, sticking close to the fridge until he calmed down. "What were you guys talking about?" When he started getting a little too excited in Jun's company, Nino learned the best way to be inconspicuous was to put the attention on someone else.
"He and Sho are going to make a turducken," Jun replied. "It's a chicken in a duck in a turkey! Isn't that ridiculous?"
Nino blinked and tried to imagine the poultry monstrosity that Jun just described. "Ew."
"We should try to do something with more vegetables, then," Jun thought aloud. "We don't want to be cavemen now, do we?"
***
"Nino!" Jun screeched, beating on the shorter man's back. "Put me down!"
Nino grinned as he gave Jun a good slap on his ass. He had Jun, kicking and screaming, slung over his shoulder as he headed to his bedroom. He knew that despite all the protesting from the other man, there was something undeniably hard between Jun's legs pressing against Nino's shoulder.
"I was kidding about the caveman thing!"
"You, me, sex, now!" Nino grunted playfully, kicking his room door open and then dumping Jun on his bed. "You, naked!"
"My, aren't you forceful," Jun purred. He slid back to the headboard as Nino crawled on the bed towards him.
"Let me," Nino whispered huskily. "I've always wanted to know if you were a boxer or briefs kind of guy." He weaved their fingers together on Jun's belt buckle and slowly pulled the strap free.
"I hope I don't disappoint you," Jun gasped as his hips involuntarily gyrated as Nino unbuttoned Jun's impossibly tight jeans.
"I don't think you can," Nino let out a breath as he finally pulled apart the last button.
Jun hummed in pleasure. "Good, because I'm not wearing any underwear today."
If he wasn't so used to constraining himself, Nino thought he would have come right there and then, before either of them were even unclothed.
***
"Tell me," Nino murmured against the pulse in Jun's neck. "Are you really a virgin?"
"Mmhm."
"A real virgin?"
"What do you mean?" Jun turned his head, and Nino took the opportunity to nip at newly exposed flesh.
"Some people don't think that you lose your virginity until you've had penetrative sex," Nino explained, making sure that Jun felt every word on his throat, shoulders, and chest. "So they may have had oral sex, or mutual masturbation, but still consider themselves a virgin." His hands slid down Jun's belly, straight past the open fly of his jeans. His fingers wrapped themselves around Jun, who gasped and bucked his hips.
Nino licked his lips and looked at Jun through mischievous eyes. "So, what kind of virgin are you?"
***
"Extra virgin!"
Nino winced at the shout.
"I said bring me the extra virgin olive oil, not the regular virgin!" Jun sighed while he sliced a baguette. "Honestly, Nino, do you even listen to me when I talk?"
Normally Nino would have replied with something sharper than any utensil in the kitchen, but he was having trouble refocusing. He retrieved the correct bottle of oil, then sat at the island counter. He was better off following Jun's lead in this state of mind.
***
"Nino, get me the whipped cream," Jun ordered.
Nino did as he was asked, and when he reached the fridge he wondered if they even had any. He knew he wasn't keen on sweets, and Jun was too weight obsessed to have temptation like that around the apartment. But when he opened the fridge, there sat a brand new can of whipped cream, waiting to be opened. He passed it to Jun.
"Thanks." Jun opened the canister, opened his mouth, and promptly squeezed a mound right onto his tongue.
Nino's face twitched in disgust, but when Jun pulled Nino in for the sweetest, creamiest kiss he'd ever had, the twitched moved between his legs. Accordingly, he felt fingers tugging at his fly and then cool air on his naked thighs.
"That… that was…" Before Nino could recover to make a coherent sentence, Jun was already on his knees, smirking around a fresh mouthful of whipped cream. When Jun took Nino into his mouth, Nino felt like he was making love to a cloud.
***
The phone rang, and Jun turned to answer it. "Hey, Aiba!" He cradled the phone against his shoulders as he drizzled oil on the freshly toasted baguette slices. "You did what?" He set the oil down, catching Nino's attention. Nino had been standing in front of the open fridge, staring at the whipped butter.
"You won't believe this," Jun said as soon as the call ended. "Aiba tried to deep fry the turducken, all at once! My god, I think the entire fire department of Chiba was at his house!"
"Wow," was all Nino could say. "So there goes dinner, huh?"
"Guess so." Jun crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.
Nino looked at the half-prepared food around the kitchen. "What should we do now?"
Jun shrugged. "We can fuck each other silly."
"Excuse me?" Nino shook his head. He needed to get a hold of himself and his strange lapses.
"What, all the dirty food innuendo wasn't a big enough hint?" Jun arched his brows. "And that hard-on you've been sporting all day? I'm pretty sure it's been pointing at me the whole time."
Nino looked around him. He wasn't sure if this was really happening and had no way to gauge fiction from truth. Jun stared expectantly, and Nino blurted the first thing that came to mind.
"What about the food?"
***
Nino shuddered as Jun licked breadcrumbs off his chest. His toes curled into his bed sheets as he arched up for more of Jun's touch.
Jun's lips shone with saliva and oil from the bruschetta they had made earlier. "Delicious," he murmured against Nino's stomach.
Nino tangled his hands in Jun's hair. Smears of cheesecake trailed his fingers, remnants from earlier food foreplay. Their stomachs were filled, and now they were satisfying other hungers.
Jun gripped one of Nino's hands and pulled it close to his face. "How much longer are you going to tease me?" he asked, licking a trail of oil along the inner wrist, up to each of Nino's cream covered digits before taking two into his mouth and sucking on them, long and slow. Nino felt the last of his self-control draining away.
"Wait!" Nino pulled his fingers away (and immediately regretted it). "Are you really a virgin?"
Jun nodded.
"Like, no penile encounters of any kind, ever? Extra virgin?"
Jun smirked and licked the tips of all of Nino's fingers. "Super virgin."
Nino whimpered and shifted his body. Something cold hit his elbow. "Wait," he said, picking up the stray edible from his nightstand, "what about the cucumber?"
Jun smiled seductively with half-lidded eyes. "What about the cucumber?"
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Jun stroked the cucumber in Nino's hand. "Maybe I am."
***
"I like the way you think." Jun smirked and walked down the hall leading to their bedrooms. He turned and, with his eyes invited Nino to follow.
Nino placed the last platter of plastic-wrapped food in the fridge, next to the cheesecake. "The way I think?" he asked, trailing the swaying hips.
"Your idea about saving the food and rescheduling our dinner into a picnic tomorrow?" Jun stopped at his door and leaned against the frame. "You've got great ideas in that big head of yours," he said, poking Nino's forehead.
He turned around and opened the door to his bedroom. "They're cute. I'd like to see more of it in action sometime."
Nino stared at the door that Jun left ajar. He went to fetch the cucumber.
From: mrsatterthwaite
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Mindfucking
Pairing/Group: Matsumiya/Arashi
Rating: R
Warnings: Teasers! … or are they?
Notes: thanks to nicocoer, for giving me the easiest prompt ever. I hope you seriously enjoy it!
Summary: mindfuck: an idea or concept that shakes one's previously held beliefs or assumptions about the nature of reality. (definition courtesy of Urban Dictionary)
"It's that time of the year," Nino grumbled.
"Christmas party!" Jun sang, waving his arms in the air and shaking his hips. "Aren't you excited? Aiba said he's going to have a surprise main course for our potluck this year!"
Nino looked at his flat mate. "Are you actually happy about that?" He knew the reason why Jun opted to live with him instead of any other group member was because he trusted Nino not to torch the house while making ramen.
"Come to think of it…" Jun twirled and stopped at the pantry to take out some dishes. "At least we're in charge of the side dishes, so something will be edible!"
"So you'd like to think." Nino half-heartedly replied as his roommate danced to his own beat. Jun, who with tight jeans wrapped around an equally tight ass was bending over in front of the fridge and taking inventory. I could take him now, Nino thought. I could have him, and some leftover apple pie, too.
"How do lettuce wraps sound?" Jun asked, skimming the contents of the shelves.
"Sounds delicious." Nino licked his lips. "Do we have any lettuce?"
"Let me check." Jun bent down almost completely in half. Nino felt light-headed as his blood rushed south. This was exactly the reason why he couldn't be in a kitchen with Jun: sexual tension did not mix well with open flames and sharp things.
Ever since Jun got that ridiculous haircut, Nino couldn't keep his eyes off him. It took a lot of effort to keep his hands to himself, that was for sure. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe because it covered up Jun's colossal eyebrows, or made his head look perfectly spherical (and circles were always a turn on). Maybe it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Jun was always flirting with Nino in between their verbal barbs, and even though both of them never treated the casual insults seriously, Nino liked to imagine where the teasing and innuendo could lead.
"No lettuce," Jun finally reported, "but I think we can find some use for this!" He emerged from the fridge with a proud grin and a giant cucumber.
Nino whimpered.
***
"We should have potatoes," Jun thought aloud. "Isn't that a standard?"
"How should we prepare them?" After the cucumber discovery, Nino had to sit and concentrate on the thread count of the dishtowels to regain his composure.
Jun scribbled a list on a scrap of paper. "I like them whipped."
Nino slipped in his seat.
"What to do for dessert?" Jun leaned on the counter, snacking on dried plums as he pondered the question.
"How about apple pie?" Nino suggested. "Wait, there's already some in the fridge."
"Apparently, apple pie feels like sex," Jun said, tossing a plum in his mouth.
"What?" Luckily, Nino didn't blush. Unfortunately, it was because his blood flow was redirected elsewhere.
Jun shrugged. "That's what I heard, anyway. I haven't tried it."
"Not with an apple pie?"
Jun smiled around the fruit and briefly made eye contact with Nino. "Not with anyone."
***
Nino threw Jun against the fridge so hard, a few stray ice cubes flew out of the dispenser. He caught one and ran it along Jun's jaw.
"Not anyone?" Nino breathed, trailing the icy trail with hot breath.
"N-no one." Jun's voice trembled as he tried to keep his footing. If Nino wasn't pressed so tight against him, he would have crumpled to the ground. He clutched the fridge door handle for support.
Nino gripped Jun's other wrist and clamped it against the white plastic door. "A tease like you?" He nipped at Jun's earlobe. "Somehow I'm not surprised." He slipped his fingers past Jun's belt, under the hem of his underwear and let the last of the melting ice cube slide out of sight.
"Ah!" Jun arched up, pressing their hips even closer together. As the cold sensation made its way around Jun's pants, he writhed and ground himself against Nino. "Oh, god!"
Nino grinned against Jun's collarbone and ran a hand down his side. "You like that, hm? Want more of that, don't you?"
"Nino, please," Jun breathed, clutching onto Nino's shoulder. "I can't… I want- ah!" He howled as Nino nibbled on sensitive flesh, working his way down Jun's slim torso.
"Please, Nino!"
Nino licked the spot where Jun's neck met his earlobe. "Tell me what you want," he said, blowing hot air on the wet spot.
Jun whimpered into Nino's hair. "I... I want you to-"
"Say it," Nino growled. He rolled his hips up, pulling a gasp out of Jun.
"Oh, Nino," Jun begged. "Just fuck me crazy!"
***
The phone rang. Jun picked it up. "Oh, hi, Aiba! Have you decided what to cook yet? Turducken? What's that?" He chit-chatted on the phone while flitting through the kitchen, searching for supplies.
Nino stood in front of the freezer. The only traces of his fantasy were the cup of ice in his hand and a boner threatening to poke a hole through his pants. Damn.
"Do you want to start the cheesecake crust?" Jun asked after he set the phone back on the counter.
"Sure," Nino said, sticking close to the fridge until he calmed down. "What were you guys talking about?" When he started getting a little too excited in Jun's company, Nino learned the best way to be inconspicuous was to put the attention on someone else.
"He and Sho are going to make a turducken," Jun replied. "It's a chicken in a duck in a turkey! Isn't that ridiculous?"
Nino blinked and tried to imagine the poultry monstrosity that Jun just described. "Ew."
"We should try to do something with more vegetables, then," Jun thought aloud. "We don't want to be cavemen now, do we?"
***
"Nino!" Jun screeched, beating on the shorter man's back. "Put me down!"
Nino grinned as he gave Jun a good slap on his ass. He had Jun, kicking and screaming, slung over his shoulder as he headed to his bedroom. He knew that despite all the protesting from the other man, there was something undeniably hard between Jun's legs pressing against Nino's shoulder.
"I was kidding about the caveman thing!"
"You, me, sex, now!" Nino grunted playfully, kicking his room door open and then dumping Jun on his bed. "You, naked!"
"My, aren't you forceful," Jun purred. He slid back to the headboard as Nino crawled on the bed towards him.
"Let me," Nino whispered huskily. "I've always wanted to know if you were a boxer or briefs kind of guy." He weaved their fingers together on Jun's belt buckle and slowly pulled the strap free.
"I hope I don't disappoint you," Jun gasped as his hips involuntarily gyrated as Nino unbuttoned Jun's impossibly tight jeans.
"I don't think you can," Nino let out a breath as he finally pulled apart the last button.
Jun hummed in pleasure. "Good, because I'm not wearing any underwear today."
If he wasn't so used to constraining himself, Nino thought he would have come right there and then, before either of them were even unclothed.
***
"Tell me," Nino murmured against the pulse in Jun's neck. "Are you really a virgin?"
"Mmhm."
"A real virgin?"
"What do you mean?" Jun turned his head, and Nino took the opportunity to nip at newly exposed flesh.
"Some people don't think that you lose your virginity until you've had penetrative sex," Nino explained, making sure that Jun felt every word on his throat, shoulders, and chest. "So they may have had oral sex, or mutual masturbation, but still consider themselves a virgin." His hands slid down Jun's belly, straight past the open fly of his jeans. His fingers wrapped themselves around Jun, who gasped and bucked his hips.
Nino licked his lips and looked at Jun through mischievous eyes. "So, what kind of virgin are you?"
***
"Extra virgin!"
Nino winced at the shout.
"I said bring me the extra virgin olive oil, not the regular virgin!" Jun sighed while he sliced a baguette. "Honestly, Nino, do you even listen to me when I talk?"
Normally Nino would have replied with something sharper than any utensil in the kitchen, but he was having trouble refocusing. He retrieved the correct bottle of oil, then sat at the island counter. He was better off following Jun's lead in this state of mind.
***
"Nino, get me the whipped cream," Jun ordered.
Nino did as he was asked, and when he reached the fridge he wondered if they even had any. He knew he wasn't keen on sweets, and Jun was too weight obsessed to have temptation like that around the apartment. But when he opened the fridge, there sat a brand new can of whipped cream, waiting to be opened. He passed it to Jun.
"Thanks." Jun opened the canister, opened his mouth, and promptly squeezed a mound right onto his tongue.
Nino's face twitched in disgust, but when Jun pulled Nino in for the sweetest, creamiest kiss he'd ever had, the twitched moved between his legs. Accordingly, he felt fingers tugging at his fly and then cool air on his naked thighs.
"That… that was…" Before Nino could recover to make a coherent sentence, Jun was already on his knees, smirking around a fresh mouthful of whipped cream. When Jun took Nino into his mouth, Nino felt like he was making love to a cloud.
***
The phone rang, and Jun turned to answer it. "Hey, Aiba!" He cradled the phone against his shoulders as he drizzled oil on the freshly toasted baguette slices. "You did what?" He set the oil down, catching Nino's attention. Nino had been standing in front of the open fridge, staring at the whipped butter.
"You won't believe this," Jun said as soon as the call ended. "Aiba tried to deep fry the turducken, all at once! My god, I think the entire fire department of Chiba was at his house!"
"Wow," was all Nino could say. "So there goes dinner, huh?"
"Guess so." Jun crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.
Nino looked at the half-prepared food around the kitchen. "What should we do now?"
Jun shrugged. "We can fuck each other silly."
"Excuse me?" Nino shook his head. He needed to get a hold of himself and his strange lapses.
"What, all the dirty food innuendo wasn't a big enough hint?" Jun arched his brows. "And that hard-on you've been sporting all day? I'm pretty sure it's been pointing at me the whole time."
Nino looked around him. He wasn't sure if this was really happening and had no way to gauge fiction from truth. Jun stared expectantly, and Nino blurted the first thing that came to mind.
"What about the food?"
***
Nino shuddered as Jun licked breadcrumbs off his chest. His toes curled into his bed sheets as he arched up for more of Jun's touch.
Jun's lips shone with saliva and oil from the bruschetta they had made earlier. "Delicious," he murmured against Nino's stomach.
Nino tangled his hands in Jun's hair. Smears of cheesecake trailed his fingers, remnants from earlier food foreplay. Their stomachs were filled, and now they were satisfying other hungers.
Jun gripped one of Nino's hands and pulled it close to his face. "How much longer are you going to tease me?" he asked, licking a trail of oil along the inner wrist, up to each of Nino's cream covered digits before taking two into his mouth and sucking on them, long and slow. Nino felt the last of his self-control draining away.
"Wait!" Nino pulled his fingers away (and immediately regretted it). "Are you really a virgin?"
Jun nodded.
"Like, no penile encounters of any kind, ever? Extra virgin?"
Jun smirked and licked the tips of all of Nino's fingers. "Super virgin."
Nino whimpered and shifted his body. Something cold hit his elbow. "Wait," he said, picking up the stray edible from his nightstand, "what about the cucumber?"
Jun smiled seductively with half-lidded eyes. "What about the cucumber?"
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Jun stroked the cucumber in Nino's hand. "Maybe I am."
***
"I like the way you think." Jun smirked and walked down the hall leading to their bedrooms. He turned and, with his eyes invited Nino to follow.
Nino placed the last platter of plastic-wrapped food in the fridge, next to the cheesecake. "The way I think?" he asked, trailing the swaying hips.
"Your idea about saving the food and rescheduling our dinner into a picnic tomorrow?" Jun stopped at his door and leaned against the frame. "You've got great ideas in that big head of yours," he said, poking Nino's forehead.
He turned around and opened the door to his bedroom. "They're cute. I'd like to see more of it in action sometime."
Nino stared at the door that Jun left ajar. He went to fetch the cucumber.