Enticement Chapter 3
Title: Enticement
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Matsumiya
Summary: Nino is a private investigator who flirts with disloyal husbands giving spouses ground for divorce
Disclaimer: Oh seriously, the sun rising from the west has a better chance of happening than this.
Chapter 3:
“I know he’s cheating,” said Jin, “Someone new every night on tour,”
Nino nodded. He thought that Akanishi Jin looked the part of a famous rock star’s spouse. His hair was perfect, his skin flawless.
“Mr Akanishi,” Nino said gently, “Do you really need to know what Mr Matsumoto has been doing?”
“I need to know for sure,” said Jin, “None of the rest of the band would tell me!”
Nino played with the pen in his hand, “So, do you suspect Mr Matsumoto of having a long-standing affair? Or is it -“
“More like everyone in sight,” Jin finished grimly, “they throw themselves at him. Jun’s never resisted a temptation in his life,”
Jin had been full of nervous energy when he walked into Nino’s office, he had flung the door open and entered in a whirl of stylish designer suit.
“My father is right, it’s not fair for me. I’ve had enough,” Jin said, “I want you to do whatever you can to catch him,”
Nino played with his pen again, “I’ll do it,” this case seemed safer that the ones he was usually tasked.
Apparently not.
Nino sat up right as though he had been zapped by a few hundred volts of electricity, only to bang his head against the bunk above him, sending him lying flat on his back on his bunk once more.
Curse Jun’s bunk. No, ex-bunk. He remembered that Jun refused to take the same bus as him and went by train instead. Nino’s hand reached out to massage the part of his forehead which he had hit against Jun’s ex-bunk.
It hurts.
Not from the impact and possibly bruising, but from the memories. Images of Nino sitting his car poured in. He had been huddling under his coat, his bare feet tucked beneath him on the car seat and a pair of binoculars held to his eyes. It was August, but it was chilly and being in his car watching Jun’s house for an hour and a half made things worse.
It would be the worst day of his life if Jun didn’t go drinking again, he would have to apply a truck load of makeup and hairstyling products and squeeze himself into that super short shorts all over again the next day.
A cab appeared out of nowhere and drove up to Jun’s mansion, stopping at the gates while a figure appeared and entered. While Jun got into the cab, Nino uncurled his legs and slipped on his shoes. When the cab began to move, he followed.
The cab pulled up outside ‘Koi no ABO’, a pub in one of the deserted parts of the town. Nino parked his car on the opposite street and did a last check of the recording equipment. He looked at the mirror, making sure he hadn’t smudged the makeup.
For a moment, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the face he saw staring back at him.
The road was slippery and the air was snaking through his flimsy shirt down his boney chest. He was grateful to get inside.
In the time taken for Nino to park and get inside, Jun had already gulped down four shots of what looked like really strong beer from the drunken look on Jun’s face.
Nino ordered a whiskey from the opposite end of the bar and brought it to a table where he could observe Jun. Starting a conversation with him right now made him look too desperate and who knows? If he was lucky, Jun might approach him instead.
Nino pulled his pretty much useless shirt closer to his body and his shorts as low as he could for some warmth, only to remember he was supposed to look like he did this all the time.
“Hi,”
For a minute, Nino thought it was Jun talking to him and froze. But then the person in front his him was another man who had been playing pool in the corner.
“Hi,” replied Nino
“I’m Ryo. Are you alone?” he asked, obviously drunk as he slid into the seat beside him, “Can I get you a drink?” his eyes travelled from his face down his revealing shirt before settling on his groin.
“No thanks,”
At the bar, Jun had another four more glasses in front of him and he looked as if he had no control over himself. Even though Nino was watching him, Jun would have stood out. He was much taller than everybody else, wore better clothes and had that kind of confident aura around him.
Ryo, who had been talking to him followed his gaze to Jun, “He’s Matsumoto Jun from AMOS,” he informed, “I got drunk with him before,”
Nino watched as Jun swirled himself around and leant back against the bar with his elbows supporting him, looking as if he owned the place. Jun started surveying the room, hopefully looking for someone to pick up.
His gaze met Nino’s and Nino felt something very surprising: a strange taste in his mouth, the hairs at the back of his neck stirred and the front of his pants getting tighter.
“Hello?” said the man in front of him, touching the right side of his chest. Nino had to get rid of this guy, Jun wouldn’t approach him if he thought he was already attached.
“I’m really not int-”
Just then, that guy he was talking to was hurled backwards, a new guy taking his seat.
“You look thirsty,” said the new guy. Nino, who was still shocked, didn’t really listen to AMOS’s songs, but could tell who that deep, sweet voice belonged to as it fitted the whole Matsumoto Jun image.
“Jun!” cried Ryo, now on the floor but didn’t seem to realize it.
“Do you mind giving us a minute,” Jun said, gesturing to him and Nino, his voice so slurred Nino wondered how much beer Jun had drank.
Ryo stumbled off, leaving the two of them alone in a very secluded part of the pub.
“I’m Jun,” said Jun, extending his hand across the table. Nino took his hand. His own hamburger-looking hand seemed so small in Jun’s, making Nino withdrew it as though he had been griping hot coal.
“Koichi,” said Nino, saying the first name that came to mind. Nino’s hand went for his whiskey and sipped it, hoping it would calm his nerves. He didn’t expect Jun to be attracted to him.
Oh wait, it was the clothes, the makeup, and he had to admit, his rather sexy body.
“Was it necessary to get rid of Ryo, Jun?” asked Nino sweetly.
Jun’s eyes met his, “I’m not going to share someone as beautiful as you with him,”
Flattery. This man must have practiced it a lot to be able to make Nino’s professional stomach flutter like this.
“Thank you,” said Nino simply, biting his lip as he remembered that he would have to listen to the record of their conversation later.
“So what’s your full name?” asked Jun, shifting his chair closer to his.
“Ariake Koichi,” replied Nino, thinking about the protagonist of a drama he had been watching, “Do you mind if I moved my chair, it’s kinda chilly here”. Nino shifted his chair so close to Jun that their knees brushed. Their conversation was getting nowhere, he had to make Jun want to bed him.
Nino lean forward with his elbows on the table, exposing his front and making him closer to Jun. He could smell him - warm aftershave, clean hair and beer. Jun smiled at him, a flash of perfectly white teeth, making Nino smile back no matter how much he tried to resist. He couldn’t blame Jin for falling for someone like Jun.
“You’re really charming,” said Nino truthfully.
“Only when I’m with someone I want to charm,”
Nino’s face flushed bright red. Dammit Ninomiya, this is just a job.
“Drink up, Ariake Koichi, we’re getting out of here,” said Jun, gulping down the rest of his whisky.
“Where are we going?” asked Nino, too eagerly for his liking.
“Drink up and you’ll find out,”
Nino drowned the rest of his whiskey, “I hope it’s good,”
“Oh it will be,”
Once he was done, Jun grabbed Nino’s hand and threaded him out of the pub into the cold night. But somehow, despite his ridiculously thin outfit, Nino managed to stay warm. Was it the drink or the way he was pressed to closely to Jun’s side?
They made their way down an alley, Jun too drunk to walk in a straight line. Nino wondered if Jun was going for a quick one in the back alley, or to a sleazy hotel room, or maybe he had an apartment just for this.
But no, they made it to the other end of the alley which Jun doing anything to his clothes. They came to a bridge, which was thankfully empty.
Suddenly, Jun seized Nino by his waist and swung him up onto the waist-high wall of the bridge so that he was sitting, held by his slender hands at his waist, with his bare legs on the either side of Jun’s body.
They were very, very close.
His face was at the same level as Jun’s and his shorts had ridden up his thighs.
“I think I’ve figured you out,” breathed Jun, his breath smelling of alcohol.
“Somehow I doubt that,”
“You were looking for me, weren’t you?”
Nino froze. Had he realise?
“Because you wanted me to fuck you,”
Jun came closer and closer until there was absolutely nothing between his lips and Jun’s. Jun’s mouth was hot, demanding and stunning. His tongue pushed inside Nino’s mouth, tasting of beer. Nino’s brain switched off in a split second as his hands went to Jun’s hair.
Jun’s hands were on his bare thighs, pushing them apart. Or maybe Nino had spread them himself, he couldn’t remember. Jun leaned closer in so that Nino could feel the hard bludge through his jeans against the thin layer of his shorts. Jun’s hand ran up his hands up and down the inside of Nino’s legs.
Nino moaned again.
“Tell me what you want to do with me?” whispered Nino seductively, once he remembered what he was here for and pulled away.
“I want to slip my hands into your pants and feel how hard you are,” Jun muttered against the crook of his neck, his fingers already playing with Nino’s belt, “I want to give you so much pleasure you won’t give a damn where we are,”
Nino tried not to picture it.
“And then what?” he asked.
“And then I want to wrap your legs around me and fuck you,”
“Are you going to do it?”
Jun nuzzled his ear, electricity running down his spine, “Do what?”
“Fuck me?” even to Nino himself, it sounded more like an invitation rather than a question.
Jun didn’t answer. He kissed him again. Oh why did Jun have to be a scumbag? Why did an image of Jin sitting at home thinking of what Jun was doing flashed in his mind? Why did he want to end it?
“Are you going to?” asked Nino, mustering the best slutty look he could, “right here? Right now?”
“Yes….”
“Nino? Are you there?” a finger snapped in front of his face, pulling him out of his daydream. It was Aiba.
Nino glanced around at his surrondings, realizing he was on the bus and not on that bridge with Nino. He sat up, making sure he didn’t hit the bunk above him.
“We’ve reached our next concert venue!” informed Aiba chirpily before running out of the bus.
For the innocent look on Aiba’s face, Nino guessed Aiba hadn’t seen the unusually large bulge in between Nino’s legs. Nino tucked his legs closer to his chest as he buried his head in between his bent knees.
Of all times, why must he remember what happened that night. He had successfully managed to deceive himself into forgetting what happened. He had burnt the set of clothes he wore and deleted the recording the moment he got home. He was sure Jun didn’t remember what happened since he was fooled that night at Bar PIKA☆NCHI.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Nino got his stuff and went out of the bus.