you don't need to be lonely [arashi rps]
For primroseshows, because she is lovely and hardworking.♥
you don't need to be lonely
Aiba/Jun| 嵐 RPS | PG | ~750 words
It's raining hard for the third day in a row, and Jun is itchy with the need for air that doesn't feel wet against his skin, and for summer heat that isn't steamy and muggy. Mosquitoes nip at bare patches of skin when he leaves his apartment, in the morning and his outdoor photoshoot that afternoon is a disaster.
By the time he arrives home, his legs are dotted with raised red bumps and he can feel a constant prickle. It takes all his effort not to scratch as he rides up the elevator to his apartment, trying to remember if he still has that tube of cooling cream he bought last July.
Aiba is lounging on his couch when Jun walks in, and his eyes light up, limbs tangling up with excitement as he bounds up from his lazy sprawl.
"Welcome home!"
"I'm home," Jun says, gently. He's trying not to sigh internally. God knows that he loves Aiba, he loves that Aiba must have gotten dropped off directly after his work for the day finished just so they could spend the evening together. But he's so tired and itchy and grumpy right now that it barely matters.
Aiba is more perceptive than most people give him credit for, though. Either that, or he can read Jun like the script for a very predictable drama, and so he visibly backs off. His smile is tentative. "Can I run you a bath?" No inane comments, like oh, you're scratching a lot, or your legs are all bumpy.
"I'll do it myself." Jun drops his bags near the doorway. "Just relax. I won't be long."
Aiba hovers, biting his lip. "I can go grab dinner, if you want?" he offers.
"I'll cook."
"What can I do for you?" There's almost an edge of desperation to Aiba's voice and Jun pauses, one hand on the bathroom door frame.
"You don't have to do anything for me." He watches Aiba fidget, and he can't help but feel annoyed. He makes an effort to soften his voice. "Just give me ten, okay? It's - it's been a long day."
"Sure," Aiba says, sinking back down onto the couch. He looks more resigned than forlorn. They're both a little unsteady around each other, Jun thinks, which is kind of crazy, considering they've known each other half their lives.
Still, having Aiba in his apartment, sharing this space - that's new. And it's a little uncomfortable to be honest. Yeah, living alone could be lonely at time, but usually Jun treasured the silence, the white blank of thought where he could escape all images and expectations for a few brief hours.
Aiba, however - Aiba is sound and movement, and crumb-spraying laughs over the blare of the television. Aiba is air-punctuating laughter, and the clattering of too many pots and pans that Jun will have to clean later. Jun loves him. He loves him. It's just too much, right now.
Jun closes the bathroom door shut behind him, already regretting being sharp with Aiba. He should be patient - this couldn't have been easy on Aiba either - he had given up his own space altogether to move in with Jun. He had been extra careful about laundry, and messes in the kitchen.
Right now, he just needs a bath and some silence. After that, he can go make things better.
Twenty minutes later, Jun feels like the day's stress has oozed out of his skin. His body feels light and warm. He stretches in front of the bathroom mirror, grinning at his reflection.
Aiba is playing a football game on the Wii in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the television. Jun sinks onto the couch behind him.
"Winning?"
"No," Aiba sighs. "Sort of. I was winning for awhile." He clicks the button to end the game, shuts off the power. "Are you all right?"
"Yes." Jun shifts on the couch so Aiba can clamber up beside him. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry," Aiba says. He makes himself comfortable against Jun's side, head pillowed on Jun's shoulder. "I don't mind. It's tough, right? Getting used to this. I mean, we sort of jumped into this, and…"
Jun bites his lip. I'll be nicer, he promises himself, I'll do better, just please, please don't let this all blow up in my face.
"But since it's us, we'll be okay," Aiba finishes optimistically. "Right?"
Having Aiba here, close enough to touch - having someone to lean against the end of a long day. That's what this is all about.
"Yes," Jun says. "We will."
you don't need to be lonely
Aiba/Jun| 嵐 RPS | PG | ~750 words
It's raining hard for the third day in a row, and Jun is itchy with the need for air that doesn't feel wet against his skin, and for summer heat that isn't steamy and muggy. Mosquitoes nip at bare patches of skin when he leaves his apartment, in the morning and his outdoor photoshoot that afternoon is a disaster.
By the time he arrives home, his legs are dotted with raised red bumps and he can feel a constant prickle. It takes all his effort not to scratch as he rides up the elevator to his apartment, trying to remember if he still has that tube of cooling cream he bought last July.
Aiba is lounging on his couch when Jun walks in, and his eyes light up, limbs tangling up with excitement as he bounds up from his lazy sprawl.
"Welcome home!"
"I'm home," Jun says, gently. He's trying not to sigh internally. God knows that he loves Aiba, he loves that Aiba must have gotten dropped off directly after his work for the day finished just so they could spend the evening together. But he's so tired and itchy and grumpy right now that it barely matters.
Aiba is more perceptive than most people give him credit for, though. Either that, or he can read Jun like the script for a very predictable drama, and so he visibly backs off. His smile is tentative. "Can I run you a bath?" No inane comments, like oh, you're scratching a lot, or your legs are all bumpy.
"I'll do it myself." Jun drops his bags near the doorway. "Just relax. I won't be long."
Aiba hovers, biting his lip. "I can go grab dinner, if you want?" he offers.
"I'll cook."
"What can I do for you?" There's almost an edge of desperation to Aiba's voice and Jun pauses, one hand on the bathroom door frame.
"You don't have to do anything for me." He watches Aiba fidget, and he can't help but feel annoyed. He makes an effort to soften his voice. "Just give me ten, okay? It's - it's been a long day."
"Sure," Aiba says, sinking back down onto the couch. He looks more resigned than forlorn. They're both a little unsteady around each other, Jun thinks, which is kind of crazy, considering they've known each other half their lives.
Still, having Aiba in his apartment, sharing this space - that's new. And it's a little uncomfortable to be honest. Yeah, living alone could be lonely at time, but usually Jun treasured the silence, the white blank of thought where he could escape all images and expectations for a few brief hours.
Aiba, however - Aiba is sound and movement, and crumb-spraying laughs over the blare of the television. Aiba is air-punctuating laughter, and the clattering of too many pots and pans that Jun will have to clean later. Jun loves him. He loves him. It's just too much, right now.
Jun closes the bathroom door shut behind him, already regretting being sharp with Aiba. He should be patient - this couldn't have been easy on Aiba either - he had given up his own space altogether to move in with Jun. He had been extra careful about laundry, and messes in the kitchen.
Right now, he just needs a bath and some silence. After that, he can go make things better.
Twenty minutes later, Jun feels like the day's stress has oozed out of his skin. His body feels light and warm. He stretches in front of the bathroom mirror, grinning at his reflection.
Aiba is playing a football game on the Wii in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the television. Jun sinks onto the couch behind him.
"Winning?"
"No," Aiba sighs. "Sort of. I was winning for awhile." He clicks the button to end the game, shuts off the power. "Are you all right?"
"Yes." Jun shifts on the couch so Aiba can clamber up beside him. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry," Aiba says. He makes himself comfortable against Jun's side, head pillowed on Jun's shoulder. "I don't mind. It's tough, right? Getting used to this. I mean, we sort of jumped into this, and…"
Jun bites his lip. I'll be nicer, he promises himself, I'll do better, just please, please don't let this all blow up in my face.
"But since it's us, we'll be okay," Aiba finishes optimistically. "Right?"
Having Aiba here, close enough to touch - having someone to lean against the end of a long day. That's what this is all about.
"Yes," Jun says. "We will."