[Junma] 100 Proof
Title: 100 Proof
Pairing: Junma
Rating: Pg-13
He was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen, and that was saying something. A lack of pretty faces never plagued the agency I had recently joined. The orange letters on my shirt shouted the message that I was, as my manager put it, a taken commodity; a turn of phrase that I would not fully come to understand until I was older.
The park I frequented was within walking distance of the agency. He sat twisting the arm's of the swing until the chain creaked and he he was forced to let go sending himself into a high speed spin. His raven colored hair flapped madly in his flight and contrasted sharply with his delicate face. "Mind if I swing with you?" I asked sitting down before receiving an answer.
The boy shrugged and kicked the dirt underneath us, carving some letters as he swayed on the seat. His gaudy orange shirt matched my own so I knew he did the same activities as me. "I couldn't get today's dance moves at all." I tried, but he wouldn't' even look at me, "My names Ikuta Toma" I said and he finally looked up.
His big brown eyes felt like they were piercing me, and I felt self conscious as he looked at me from head to toe. "I-" the boy spoke, and I let go of the chain's on my swing. "I don't care!" he shouted and pushed my off of my swing.
***
Jun was at the party. How like him to not miss an opportunity to make me miserable. I nursed my red plastic drink at a table by myself within ear shot of him.
"You're portrayal of Nami chan in Solemn Blue was so creative that I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
"It wasn't anything special Matsujun." The actress waved her hand in front of her face in faux humility. She was soaking up his compliments like a well used sponge.
Jun then took her right hand and brought it to his lips, "Excuse me if I'm being too forward but would you like to dance with me?" Ugh spare me. I rolled my eyes and downed the rest of my drink. The two disappeared somewhere into the crowd. Only moments after did I spy him grinding with none other than Oguri Shun. Men women, it did not matter. If they had a pulse and a pretty face, Jun was on them. Heh.
I watched as Jun did a body roll and practically forced his anatomy onto Shun's. He wore disgusting leather pants and a blue shirt that complemented his tousled black hair making it stand out even more. I continued to watch unable to bring myself to turn away. much like witnessing an accident, I didn't want my eyes to process the images, but I was compelled to watch until the very end.
At that very end, our eyes met.
"SHIT" I yelled, startling a few party-goers near me. I frantically tried to grab all my rubbish and possessions that I carelessly laid out across the table, but to my displeasure a familiar arm coil around my waist.
"Why Toma chan you looked a little jealous just now. Would you like to dance?"
I swatted his hand away, to no avail. "I most certainly would not!"
"Most certainly," He parroted, "You always say what you really mean followed by the word not." He was smirking profusely now and his hand glided towards my butt and he gave it a firm squeeze.
"WOULD YOU KNOCK IT OFF YOU SLIMEY BASTARD!" I shouted and immediately felt a million industry eyes turn towards us. I swallowed hard. The agency prided itself on their talents getting along and my own image was that of a happy go lucky boy next door.
Jun used the situation to his advantage, "I won't let you go until you dance with me." He whispered into my ear making me shudder. "Plus, think about it, this is the perfect way to remedy that little outburst of yours."
I knew Jun wouldn't let me go until I agreed, so I grudgingly assented. We took to the floor, but the song turned from a fast paced dance beat to something slow. I stopped in the middle of the dance floor. "No, let's wait for the next one."
"If we wait for the next one people will still be uneasy about your little hissy fit." Hissy fit? The little bastard. He was the one who grabbed me.
Jun clasped one of my hands and placed my other hand on his shoulder. His other hand he put firmly on my waist. Wait this position! Why was I the girl! I glared at him and he smirked as if he knew precisely what I was thinking. "Come on Toma smile at least pretend you're having fun."
"That's Impossible," I grumbled through gritted teeth. How long was this damn song anyways! Finally the music slowed and I let go of Jun's hand, but he yanked me forward so that I would grind up against him. "YOU BASTARD" I screamed and popped him in the nose.
I'd realized what I had done with all the media and industry people present. I didn't know what else to do, so I ran. Ran into the hallway bathroom and cried. I hoped that noone would try to follow me and I thought I was in the clear until I heard the door open.
A few droplets of blood splattered onto the floor. It was Jun. His nose was bleeding and yet I was the one shedding tears. He must have noticed my puffy eyes and tear streaked face because he said "Don't worry it's not the first time I've been hit." And he smiled. He dared to smile after all that!
I couldnt' control myself I walked right up to him. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened he must have thought I was going to kill him at that moment but I did something even worse. I kissed him. Mouth on mouth exploration. It was so shockingly far from a peck that I'd never be able to play it off as a joke afterwards, but I couldn't stop. He didn't respond for a few moments, presumably out of shock, but then his lips responded expertly slow. It wasn't the eager, and sloppy kiss that I assumed he'd give it was warm and grew more intensely as time slipped by. I have no idea how long I stood in that bathroom devouring that skin.
The kiss ended and I couldn't stand the triumphant smirk on his face. "So I guess this means you actually did like me all this time."
He lifted one hand to caress my cheek but I swiftly knocked it down. "Fat chance!" I shouted and exited the bathroom leaving him to stand alone.
I knew there was blood on my face from where his nose brushed my face but I had bigger things to worry about, mainly on what absurd amount of alcohol I would have to say I consumed to explain all this the next day.
/end
Pairing: Junma
Rating: Pg-13
He was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen, and that was saying something. A lack of pretty faces never plagued the agency I had recently joined. The orange letters on my shirt shouted the message that I was, as my manager put it, a taken commodity; a turn of phrase that I would not fully come to understand until I was older.
The park I frequented was within walking distance of the agency. He sat twisting the arm's of the swing until the chain creaked and he he was forced to let go sending himself into a high speed spin. His raven colored hair flapped madly in his flight and contrasted sharply with his delicate face. "Mind if I swing with you?" I asked sitting down before receiving an answer.
The boy shrugged and kicked the dirt underneath us, carving some letters as he swayed on the seat. His gaudy orange shirt matched my own so I knew he did the same activities as me. "I couldn't get today's dance moves at all." I tried, but he wouldn't' even look at me, "My names Ikuta Toma" I said and he finally looked up.
His big brown eyes felt like they were piercing me, and I felt self conscious as he looked at me from head to toe. "I-" the boy spoke, and I let go of the chain's on my swing. "I don't care!" he shouted and pushed my off of my swing.
***
Jun was at the party. How like him to not miss an opportunity to make me miserable. I nursed my red plastic drink at a table by myself within ear shot of him.
"You're portrayal of Nami chan in Solemn Blue was so creative that I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
"It wasn't anything special Matsujun." The actress waved her hand in front of her face in faux humility. She was soaking up his compliments like a well used sponge.
Jun then took her right hand and brought it to his lips, "Excuse me if I'm being too forward but would you like to dance with me?" Ugh spare me. I rolled my eyes and downed the rest of my drink. The two disappeared somewhere into the crowd. Only moments after did I spy him grinding with none other than Oguri Shun. Men women, it did not matter. If they had a pulse and a pretty face, Jun was on them. Heh.
I watched as Jun did a body roll and practically forced his anatomy onto Shun's. He wore disgusting leather pants and a blue shirt that complemented his tousled black hair making it stand out even more. I continued to watch unable to bring myself to turn away. much like witnessing an accident, I didn't want my eyes to process the images, but I was compelled to watch until the very end.
At that very end, our eyes met.
"SHIT" I yelled, startling a few party-goers near me. I frantically tried to grab all my rubbish and possessions that I carelessly laid out across the table, but to my displeasure a familiar arm coil around my waist.
"Why Toma chan you looked a little jealous just now. Would you like to dance?"
I swatted his hand away, to no avail. "I most certainly would not!"
"Most certainly," He parroted, "You always say what you really mean followed by the word not." He was smirking profusely now and his hand glided towards my butt and he gave it a firm squeeze.
"WOULD YOU KNOCK IT OFF YOU SLIMEY BASTARD!" I shouted and immediately felt a million industry eyes turn towards us. I swallowed hard. The agency prided itself on their talents getting along and my own image was that of a happy go lucky boy next door.
Jun used the situation to his advantage, "I won't let you go until you dance with me." He whispered into my ear making me shudder. "Plus, think about it, this is the perfect way to remedy that little outburst of yours."
I knew Jun wouldn't let me go until I agreed, so I grudgingly assented. We took to the floor, but the song turned from a fast paced dance beat to something slow. I stopped in the middle of the dance floor. "No, let's wait for the next one."
"If we wait for the next one people will still be uneasy about your little hissy fit." Hissy fit? The little bastard. He was the one who grabbed me.
Jun clasped one of my hands and placed my other hand on his shoulder. His other hand he put firmly on my waist. Wait this position! Why was I the girl! I glared at him and he smirked as if he knew precisely what I was thinking. "Come on Toma smile at least pretend you're having fun."
"That's Impossible," I grumbled through gritted teeth. How long was this damn song anyways! Finally the music slowed and I let go of Jun's hand, but he yanked me forward so that I would grind up against him. "YOU BASTARD" I screamed and popped him in the nose.
I'd realized what I had done with all the media and industry people present. I didn't know what else to do, so I ran. Ran into the hallway bathroom and cried. I hoped that noone would try to follow me and I thought I was in the clear until I heard the door open.
A few droplets of blood splattered onto the floor. It was Jun. His nose was bleeding and yet I was the one shedding tears. He must have noticed my puffy eyes and tear streaked face because he said "Don't worry it's not the first time I've been hit." And he smiled. He dared to smile after all that!
I couldnt' control myself I walked right up to him. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened he must have thought I was going to kill him at that moment but I did something even worse. I kissed him. Mouth on mouth exploration. It was so shockingly far from a peck that I'd never be able to play it off as a joke afterwards, but I couldn't stop. He didn't respond for a few moments, presumably out of shock, but then his lips responded expertly slow. It wasn't the eager, and sloppy kiss that I assumed he'd give it was warm and grew more intensely as time slipped by. I have no idea how long I stood in that bathroom devouring that skin.
The kiss ended and I couldn't stand the triumphant smirk on his face. "So I guess this means you actually did like me all this time."
He lifted one hand to caress my cheek but I swiftly knocked it down. "Fat chance!" I shouted and exited the bathroom leaving him to stand alone.
I knew there was blood on my face from where his nose brushed my face but I had bigger things to worry about, mainly on what absurd amount of alcohol I would have to say I consumed to explain all this the next day.
/end