[One shot] Walking in the rain
Title: Walking in the rain
Author: tsuchi8562
Beta: yuuki_saya <-- Chuu~!
Pairing: JunBa
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Dedicated to: my dear friend, fellow Bakalander, geminib
Disclaimer: They're not mine, believe me!
Summary: Aiba has to look for a shelter, and he founds it...
A/N: As I promised, because it's Monday, I am posting it! Note for the readers... I would be really grateful if you could leave the place for the first comment to geminib because this story is for her! You can comment now :3
It was raining heavily, and a vision of walking home was depressing. To complete this pathetic image, Aiba forgot his wallet so he couldn’t take a taxi. Masaki was standing under small peck near the radio station, waiting for the weather to become better. Unfortunately lightening cut the sky and the rain became even heavier. The singer had only one perspective: run to his home in pouring rain, became wet and catch a flu or pneumonia. He had no other choice, so he sighed and went onto those fluxes of cold water, heading his apartment. Suddenly, an idea hit him in a face with a loud bang (or it was just a thunder?): Jun is living near by! Maybe he can go there and spend the night in bandmate’s place? Either that or walking home in this growing river that used to be a sidewalk. “Decide, Masaki!” - He scolded himself and as quickly as he could he headed towards Matsumoto’s apartment, not avoiding few slips and falls in big plashes. Finally, soaking wet, battered and tired he reached his bandmate’s flat. The door opened and half-asleep Jun looked at his friend, surprised.
“Aiba-chan, what are you doing here at this hour? What happened?” He asked, pointing at Masaki’s sawn cheek and letting the poor man in.
“I just forgot my wallet and the weather is awful, so I thought that I can come here… I slipped…” Aiba laughed shyly, covering his embarrassment in that way. He was standing in the hall, feeling guilty that he is dripping on the floor, but soon MatsuJun lead him to the bathroom.
“Take a hot shower… I don’t have any clothes that will suit you, but you can take a bathrobe from that closet. Meanwhile I’ll make your bed ready.”
“Thank you!” Masaki replied, truly touched by his bandmate’s kindness.
After that warming bath he dressed in a bit too small bathrobe and went to the bedroom. The sight of semi-wet Aiba, in clothes that barely covered him made Matsumoto fully awake; the younger man smiled, bit his lips and took out some antiseptic and some adhesive plaster.
“Sit here, I’ll take care of your little wound…” The host said with mysterious voice. He gently put some medicine on Masaki’s wound, and when Aiba hissed from pain, he gently blew at his cheek, putting his hand on the older man’s thigh. “Isn’t it better, Aiba-chan?”
“J-jun-kun, stop…”
“Shhh… I know you like it…” MatsuJun said straight to his ear, moving his hand higher and started to lick his friend’s neck, heading straight to the lips. Matsumoto bit gently Masaki’s lower lip and kissed him passionately. At first Aiba was a bit withdrawn, but when he felt tasty tongue in his mouth and agile hand on his inner thigh he just couldn’t oppose anymore. Then Jun’s hands gently and slowly untied the bathrobe’s belt and touched naked stomach, still licking and sucking the taller man’s lips. The younger man gingerly laid Masaki on the bed and sit on him; then suddenly the kiss was broken.
MatsuJun looked at that beautiful face in front of him: expectant, impatient, almost begging and fortunately craving for another touch, just one more kiss and a lot more. And the younger singer smiled, sure that he will meet those expectations, many, many times tonight. He took of his T-shirt and unexpectedly felt his soon-to-be lover’s fingers on the chest, caressing the soft skin, reaching the nipples and massaging it in circular motion. That act made Jun even more aroused and he started to move his hips, rubbing his semi-hard member against Aiba’s through the material of his sweatpants, closing his eyes and getting carried away by this sensation. But there was one movement that made him go wild: Masaki reached the edge of his pants and put his hand inside to find the swollen flesh, that he wanted to taste and feel inside him so badly. After few seconds, they both were naked and when the older man’s licked his lips Jun knew well what to do; he sat on his friend’s chest, allowing him to dabble his manhood; Aiba gladly started to taste it, running with his tongue all the way, suck it softly at first, gradually increasing the strength. Soon Jun was able to adjust his hips movement to Masaki’s rhythm, wanting more and more of these insatiable sensations. When he felt that he is about to come, he put his both hands on the taller man’s throat to make him stop.
“Not yet, cuttie pie…” Matsumoto whispered and shook his head. He kissed his lover once more, softly heading down, stopping on the nipples for a while, licking them and biting delicately; he passed the stomach to reach that particular part of man’s body: the spot where the abdomen is ending and the thigh begins, just a bit above the groin. The skin is really soft there, and stimulating it could bring a person straight to the heaven. Jun knew exactly what he should do, so he started to lick it slowly, heading to the place he aimed at the first place. It was a repay time; MatsuJun sadistically slowly took Aiba’s junior in his mouth, what made the taller man moan quietly. Without a rush he started to suck it gently, like if he had plenty of time, trying to prolong the moment of pleasure almost to infinity. Gradually, but in really slow pace, he increased the strength seeking his lover’s sweet entrance with his fingers. When he managed to do it, he insert two fingers and started to prepare the hole for something bigger, still keeping himself busy with Masaki’s hard member. The older man put his hands on Matsumoto’s head, wove fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, making him deepthroating, adjusting his hips movements to that swirling tongue and whispering Jun’s name between loud moans. The younger singer used those divine lips and his saliva to make Aiba come and when he could taste Masaki’s juices he sucked him dry. The taller man screamed and bent in an arc in orgasm, but that wasn’t over yet. Still fingering him, MatsuJun kissed his bandmate, letting him taste his own juices.
“Jun-kun, I…”
“Shhh, I didn’t finish yet…” Jun whispered, turned Masaki on his stomach and add third finger. Aiba hissed with pain, but that didn’t make the horny diva stop; in fact he even started to move his fingers faster, stroking his own manhood. When he was finally ready, he replaced his fingers with the hot, pulsating flesh and thrusted hard, holding his hands on his lover’s hips. That wasn’t the time for being subtle; he was pumping in mad pace, driving his nails in Masaki’s skin, trying to pull him closer, to fill him entirely. Hitting the right spot, Matsumoto came and fall on Aiba’s back, still being inside and making soft, gentle moves and kissing his lover’s back. In the end Jun just hugged his bandmate and said straight to his ear:
“We need to repeat it sometime, ne Aiba-chan?”
The older man just nodded shyly and fell asleep because of sweet tiredness, dreaming about falling rain.
A/N 2: Gen-chan, dou?!