Beautiful Asshole (chapter 3)
Title: Beautiful asshole
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto, Ohmiya
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 3:
Sho's pov:
I was panicked. The emotion gripping me as I all but sprinted to my office could only be described as pure panic. Being alone with him in that tiny steel prison with his smell, his sounds, his skin, made me lose my self-control. I was unraveling. This man had a hold on me unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
Once in my office, I collapsed on the leather sofa and gripped my hair tightly, willing myself to calm and my erection to subside.
Things were going from bad to worse. I'd known from the minute he made me remember the meeting that there would have no way I would be able to stay in the same room than him while keeping a coherent thought. Let alone see him making his presentation without wanting to fuck this so perfect ass. Having him pressed against me in the elevator had just finished to drive me crazy. My junior had woken up in a record time and ordered me to fuck him. Yes, I swear! It was this traitor that had led me and told me to fuck this amazing ass wrapped in its tight Gucci slim.
He was driving me and my junior insane. Always defying me, always having to open his pretty mouth -that sucked like no one else- to bark at me. As with all our arguments, he always threw it right back in my face.
I jumped slightly at a loud thud in the outside office. Followed by another one. I stood up and made my way to the door, opening it to see Matsumoto slamming down his folders in different piles. I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching him for a moment. The sight of him so angry wasn't diminishing the problem in my trousers. Not at all.
"Sho!" I jumped as when my mum caught me with my fingers in the chocolate cake when I was little.
"Yes, dad?"
"Great job this morning. Your brother and sister were impressed and..." My dad stopped, realizing Matsumoto's presence. "Jun, dear, are you okay?"
He blinked and blushed before nodding. His face was beautifully flushed, his hair a little wild. From me. I swallowed and looked away.
"You don't look well." My dad said, walking to him and putting his hand on his forehead. "You're hot."
I clenched my jaw as I watched them through their reflects in the glass.
"Actually, I don't feel well." He said.
"Well, you should head home. With all the work you have here and your school, it's not surprising you're..."
"We have a very busy day, I'm afraid." I interrupted him. "I was expecting to finish Grey's case, Matsumoto-san." I growled.
My father turned his steely gaze on me. "I'm sure you can handle everything that needs to be done, Sho. Don't forget the first rule I taught you. Take care of your Right hand or losing it will bring you down." He turned back to him. "Go ahead, sweetie."
"Thank you, Shun-san." Matsumoto bowed. "See you tomorrow morning, Sakurai-san." I watched him walk out and my father closed the door behind him, turning to look at me with fire in his eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"It wouldn't kill you to be nicer, Sho. You're lucky to have him, you know."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "If his personality were as appealing as his Power Point skills, we wouldn't have a problem." He also had my father wrapped around his finger. Fucking Matsumoto.
"Your mother called and told me to remind you about dinner tonight at the house. Shu and Ayaka are coming over."
"I'll be there."
"Don't be late."
"I won't!" He knew as well as anyone that I didn't show up late for anything, even something as simple as a family dinner. Shu, on the other hand, would be late to his own funeral.
Finally alone, I collapsed into my chair. I took the boxer in my pocket and noticed the tag. Dolce&Gabbana. Damn, this man was serious about his underwear. I sighed and leaned my head on my seat, closing my eyes.
I was officially out of my mind.
****
As hard as I tried, I couldn't focus on a damn thing all day. I didn't even eat too.
Pulling up to my parents' home later that evening, I felt some of my tension slip away. I loved my family. I was close to my mother even if she had a rotten character. Or was I the only one thinking that because I had the same character than her? Maybe. We often argued when I was younger because I was as stubborn as her and sometimes, refused to obey to her stupid rules. Once, when I was 5, she even let me go back home alone while she had taken the bus. I had made a caprice and decided I could walk back by myself while she said I would lose my way. I was only five but nobody could make me change my mind when an idea had popped in my brain. That's why I went home alone, though, I saw her following me via the bus. And it had been like that all my life between us. Once, I talked to her badly and ran away in the house. As all normal mothers, she could have let it go and punished me later. But it wasn't knowing her well if you thought that. She ran after and me and kicked my foot, making me fall on the ground. She straddled me and told me she would throw me by the window if I dared talking like that to her ever again. And believed me, even if I was 16 and had more muscle than her, she scared me a lot this day. This fantastic thin woman would always tame me in the end. But it didn't prevent me to love her with all my heart. We maybe fought a lot but we also got along very well. She always encouraged me in whatever I wanted to do in my life and she helped me a lot when my mood got down. I was maybe closer to her than my brother and sister.
With my father, it was another story. I loved him, of course, but he had always been closer to Shu than to me. Not because he loved him more but because they had the same passions. At work, I liked to do everything by myself, to find new ideas and mostly to lead my company alone. Shu, on the other hand, talked a lot with my father about his work and found his ideas with him. It didn't prevent me to follow my father's advices but he knew I preferred to do everything by myself as I was very independent. But when it came to family diners or events, we found a real pleasure to see each other and to talk about everything that didn't mention the company.
"Sho!" My mom called as I stepped into the room. I hugged her, leaving a kiss on his forehead. She smiled and ran her petite hand in my hair. "You've grown up."
"You always say that when I come." I rolled my eyes with a chuckle.
"Maybe it's me who go shorter." She sighed. "I won't end forever, when will you bring me my grandchildren?"
"I'm gay, mom, in case you've forgotten."
"And what? It doesn't prevent you to find a nice man and to have children if he is one of the small percent of men that can pregnant."
"Dad, help please!" I implored but my father only chuckled.
"Rule number one: never getting in the way of your mother and you."
"Stupid rule." I mumbled.
"With your two rotten and stubborn characters, I prefer to stay away to keep my lower person safe."
"Dad!!" I exclaimed before laughing with him.
"C'mon, my men, dinner is ready." My mother ordered. We all sat around the big table of the living room, Shu, right on time for once in his life and Mai talking angrily certainly to her last boyfriend of the month. This girl really had bad luck with men. If I could, I would kill every guy who broke her heart.
"Sho, I wanted to ask you." My mother began, handing me the bottle of wine. "Would you invite Jun to dinner next week, and do your best to convince him to actually come?"
I groaned in response and received a quick kick in the shin from my father. It was his warning: don't start the dinner by arguing with your stubborn mother.
"God. Why is everyone so insistent on getting him over here?" I asked.
Mom straightened, wearing her best firm mother face. Oh oh, it didn't mean good when she made this face to me. I saw my father, brother and sister sighing, already knowing it would end in a battle between her and I.
"He's in a strange city all alone, and..."
"Mom." I interrupted. "He's lived here since college. He is 26, it's not a strange city to him anymore. Besides, we are in Tokyo and he is born in Kyoto, it's not as if he was from Spain."
"Actually, Sho, you're right." She answered with a rare edge in her voice. "He came here for college, graduated brilliantly, worked perfectly with your father for a few years before moving to your department and being the best employee you've ever had while finishing his thesis. I think Jun is pretty amazing, so, I have someone I'd like him to meet."
My fork froze in midair as those words sank in. Mom wanted to set up him with someone. I tried to mentally think about all of the single men we knew. Yoshizawa: too young. Ikuta: too workaholic. Camui: fucks anything that moves. Nishikido: dumb. I felt something constrict in my chest but I wasn't sure what it was. If I had to put a name on it, I'd call it... Anger? Or jealousy?
But why would I be angry or jealous that my mom wanted to set Matsumoto up? Probably because you're sleeping with him, dumb ass. Well, not really sleeping, mostly fucking. I pressed my hands to my face.
"Fine, I'll talk to him. But don't get your hopes up. He's about as stubborn as you are and as charm-free as they come."
"You know, Sho." My brother chimed in. "I think everyone here would agree that you are literally the only one who has a hard time getting along with him."
I looked around the table, frowning at the heads bobbing up and down, agreeing with my idiot brother.
The rest of the night consisted of more talk about how I needed to be nice to Matsumoto, and about how great they all thought he was and about how much he would like my mom's best friend's son, Tamaki Hiroshi. I had completely forgotten about Hiroshi. He was nice enough, I guess. Except he was too sensitive and shy. Matsumoto would eat him alive.
I laughed to myself at the thought.
****
Glaring out of the window, I stared at the landscape. I hated sitting in traffic. The office was only a few blocks away and I was seriously considering of walking there by myself. Glancing out again, I noticed we'd stopped right across the street from a very interesting shop. Without a word, I left the car, not caring about my shocked driver.
I stepped in the store and stopped in front of of a long table covered with underwear's and shirts. There were all the most expensive underwear's and clothes in this store. Gucci, Dolce&Gabbana, Guess, Dior, Chanel, etc... Everything that Matsumoto wore. I thought about how good this shirt and this boxer would suit his chest and lower part. Running my fingers all along, I became aware that I had already garnered the attention of the sales staff. A short one walked toward me.
"Welcome, sir. Can I help you?" He said, looking me up and down like a lion eyeing a steak. By the look of my suit, he knew how much I paid for it and that my cuff links were real diamonds. His eyes practically turned into flashing yen signs.
"No, thank you." I answered, suddenly feeling ridiculous for being here. Well, a man wearing rich clothes like mines didn't come into these kinds of stores. "I'm just looking."
"Well, if you change your mind, let me know." He winked and turned around, making his way back to the sales counter. Why didn't I get his number? He had a good ass. What the hell was wrong with me? I was about to turn and leave when something caught my eyes.
Holy shit.
"See something you like?"
Fucking holy shit.
Matsumoto.
I had never seen him like this. He was wearing a leather black slim with boots, a white shirt that showed his sculpted chest so well and a leather black jacket. I could see several rings on his fingers and a necklace around his neck that matched perfectly with his milky skin. He was hot!!! He looked like a top model.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, his fake smile slipping from his face.
"How is that any of your business?"
"Just curious. You don't have enough of my underwear that you have to start a collection of your own and from my favorite store?" He glared at me, motioning to the expensive boxer in my hand.
"No, no, I..."
"What do you do with them exactly? Do you sniffed them like a dog when you go home or even masturbate yourself while pressing them into your fucking face?" He folded his arms across his chest.
"Jesus! Why do you have to be such an ass all the time?" I could feel the adrenaline trickling into my veins, feel my muscles tensing as I literally shook with lust and rage.
"I guess you just bring out the best in me." He smirked. He was leaning forward, his chest nearly touching mine. Looking around, I noticed we were drawing attention from other people in the store.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, lowering my voice.
"I've been working for you for almost a year and you don't remember that I check with my advisor every week. I just finished and wanted to do some shopping. Maybe you can put an ankle bracelet let on me so you can creepily stalk me full time."
I glared at him, struggling to find something to say.
"You're always so fucking pissy with me."
Nice one, Sho. Really clever.
"Come with me." He said and grabbed a hold of my wrist, dragging me to the back of the store where a soft music could be heard. Perfect, I wouldn't have to worry about keeping my voice down as I strangled him. He pulled me around a corner and into a dressing room. Closing the large mirrored door opposite a chair, he stood with his eyes locked on mine. "Did you follow me here?"
"Why the hell would I do that?"
"So, you just happened to be browsing around an underwear's store while you always buy yours in luxury stores."
"Get over yourself, Matsumoto."
"You know, it's a good thing you've got that big dick to make up for that mouth of yours."
I found myself leaning forward, whispering. "I'm pretty sure you'd be thrilled with my mouth too."
Suddenly, everything felt too intense, too vivid. His chest was heaving, and his gaze shifted to my mouth as he bit his bottom lip. Slowly wrapping my tie around his fist, he pulled me to him. I opened my mouth, feeling his soft tongue press forward.
I couldn't pull back now and slid one hand in his hair, jerking his head. He moaned and I pulled it tighter.
"You like that."
"God, yes."
At that moment, hearing those words, I didn't care about anything else: where we were, who we were, or how we felt about each other. Never in my life I had felt such a chemistry with anyone. When we were together like this, nothing else mattered.
My hands gripped the hem of his shirt, bringing it up and over his head, breaking our kiss for only a second. He pushed my jacket from my shoulders and it dropped to the floor.
My thumbs ran circles across his skin as I moved my hands to the waist of his pants. It fell on the ground and I kissed down his neck and shoulders
"Damn." I growled. Looking up, I could see his perfect body reflected back at me in the full-length mirror. I had fantasized about him undressed so many times. And in reality, it was even better. He had strong shoulder blades, a thin but sculpted back and waist and the small of his back... God, I could ejaculate just at the view of his bare ass. A so perfect ass couln't really exist! You could take it in your hands and squeeze it happily. Was he doing sport to get an ass like that?!! And from the front... I could see his six packs but it wasn't as developed as mines, just visible when his chest contracted. His lower part had also a good size for a Japanese. And his lips... He had so beautiful lips that knew how to suck my dick! And when he smiled, I could give him anything he wanted because of this damn beautiful and sexy smile. Mostly when he bit his lower lip.
He bit my ear hard as his hands went to the buttons of my shirt.
"You like it rough too, ne."
I undid my pants and belt and pulled him on my lap while I sat on the chair. A thrill shot through me as his chest pressed mine. I kissed along his neck to his nipples that I bit slightly. Fucking perfect. In my fantasies, I had done everything to them: touched them, licked them and bit them.
"Want to taste me?" He whispered, staring down at me. He pulled my hair hard enough to yank my head away from his skin. I had no smart-ass remark, nothing to stop him talking to fuck me.
"Yeah."
"Ask nicely, then."
"Fuck asking nicely. Let me go."
He whimpered, leaning forward to let me suck his nipple, causing him to pull harder on my hair. Damn, that felt so good. Like he said, I loved it rough too.
There was nothing in this world I wanted more than to bury myself in him, but I knew when it was over that I would hate both. Him for making me so weak and myself for allowing lust override my common sense. But I also knew I couldn't stop. I had turned into a junkie, living for my next fix. My perfectly constructed life was crashing around me and all I cared about was feeling him. Grabbing his hips roughly, I lifted him and held the base of my dick to pull him down onto me.
The feeling was so intense that I had to forcefully still his hips to keep from exploding. If I came now, he would throw it back in my face later. I had to prove him I was a man. Because I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of mocking me.
Once I felt in control again -though, I really started to doubt I could ever control things when it came to him- I began moving his hips, our bodies fitting perfectly together. Bringing my hands down his hips to his legs, I gripped one in each hand and wrapped them around my waist. The change of position brought me deeper inside him and I buried my face in his neck to keep from groaning out loud. The thought we could get caught at any moment only made this better.
His back arched as he stifled a moan, and his head fell back. The innocent way he bit his lip was driving me crazy. Once again, I found myself looking over his shoulder to watch us in the mirror. I had never seen anything so erotic in my entire life.
He pulled my hair once again, guiding my mouth back to his, our tongues gliding together, matching the motion of our hips.
"You look so good over me." I whispered into his mouth. "Turn around, you need to see something." I pulled him up and turned him to face the mirror. With his back against my chest, he lowered himself back onto me.
"God!" He moaned. He breathed out heavily as his head fell back against my shoulder. I gripped his hair and forced his head back up. "No, I want you to look right here. You're so beautiful." I growled in his ear, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "I want you to watch. And tomorrow when you're sore, I want you to remember who did that to you."
"Stop talking and fuck me, asshole!" He said but he shivered and I knew he loved every word. I touched every inch of his body and I trailed biting kisses along the back of his shoulders. In the mirror, I could see myself sliding in and out of him. I knew it was a sight I would never forget. I moved down one hand to touch his cock.
"Oh shit..." He whispered. "Please."
"Like this?" I asked, playing with the tip.
"Yes, please. More. Please, please."
Our bodies were now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, leaving his hair sticking slightly to his temples. His gaze never left us in the mirror as we were both close. I wanted him to meet my eyes in the mirror but I knew it would show him too much. I didn't want him to see so plainly what he was doing to me. I pressed my hand against his mouth, stifling his scream as he came. I muffled my own moans against his shoulder and with a few more thrusts, I exploded deep inside him. God, I wanted to stay here forever. Inside him. I realized we hadn't used any condom again. That was a big risk but I quickly forgot this thought as his body slumped into me. I wanted to get up and run away but I knew my shaky legs wouldn't carry me. Any hope I'd had that the sex would become less intense and that I would get over this obsession, was quickly being crushed. I shifted him up and off my lap before bending to reach for my boxers.
When he turned and looked at me, I expected hatred or indifference but there was something vulnerable in his eyes before they snapped shut and he looked away. After dressing in silence and stealing his boxer again, I watched him leave without a word.
What just happened? What was this sadness in his eyes?
To be continued...
A/N: Things are starting to move xD Sho's mother wants to set Jun up with a man and Sho doesn't seem ready to accept it. Could it be jealousy? XD Well, maybe xD and why does Jun seem so sad? I think he is falling for Sho or something happened to put him in this state xD anyway, you will have the answers later, and the dinner in the next chapter. Maybe Jun is going to fall for someone else if Sho doesn't react before ;) See you soon, comments are always <3
BTW, I love Sho's parents, they are pretty cool xD
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto, Ohmiya
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 3:
Sho's pov:
I was panicked. The emotion gripping me as I all but sprinted to my office could only be described as pure panic. Being alone with him in that tiny steel prison with his smell, his sounds, his skin, made me lose my self-control. I was unraveling. This man had a hold on me unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
Once in my office, I collapsed on the leather sofa and gripped my hair tightly, willing myself to calm and my erection to subside.
Things were going from bad to worse. I'd known from the minute he made me remember the meeting that there would have no way I would be able to stay in the same room than him while keeping a coherent thought. Let alone see him making his presentation without wanting to fuck this so perfect ass. Having him pressed against me in the elevator had just finished to drive me crazy. My junior had woken up in a record time and ordered me to fuck him. Yes, I swear! It was this traitor that had led me and told me to fuck this amazing ass wrapped in its tight Gucci slim.
He was driving me and my junior insane. Always defying me, always having to open his pretty mouth -that sucked like no one else- to bark at me. As with all our arguments, he always threw it right back in my face.
I jumped slightly at a loud thud in the outside office. Followed by another one. I stood up and made my way to the door, opening it to see Matsumoto slamming down his folders in different piles. I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching him for a moment. The sight of him so angry wasn't diminishing the problem in my trousers. Not at all.
"Sho!" I jumped as when my mum caught me with my fingers in the chocolate cake when I was little.
"Yes, dad?"
"Great job this morning. Your brother and sister were impressed and..." My dad stopped, realizing Matsumoto's presence. "Jun, dear, are you okay?"
He blinked and blushed before nodding. His face was beautifully flushed, his hair a little wild. From me. I swallowed and looked away.
"You don't look well." My dad said, walking to him and putting his hand on his forehead. "You're hot."
I clenched my jaw as I watched them through their reflects in the glass.
"Actually, I don't feel well." He said.
"Well, you should head home. With all the work you have here and your school, it's not surprising you're..."
"We have a very busy day, I'm afraid." I interrupted him. "I was expecting to finish Grey's case, Matsumoto-san." I growled.
My father turned his steely gaze on me. "I'm sure you can handle everything that needs to be done, Sho. Don't forget the first rule I taught you. Take care of your Right hand or losing it will bring you down." He turned back to him. "Go ahead, sweetie."
"Thank you, Shun-san." Matsumoto bowed. "See you tomorrow morning, Sakurai-san." I watched him walk out and my father closed the door behind him, turning to look at me with fire in his eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"It wouldn't kill you to be nicer, Sho. You're lucky to have him, you know."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "If his personality were as appealing as his Power Point skills, we wouldn't have a problem." He also had my father wrapped around his finger. Fucking Matsumoto.
"Your mother called and told me to remind you about dinner tonight at the house. Shu and Ayaka are coming over."
"I'll be there."
"Don't be late."
"I won't!" He knew as well as anyone that I didn't show up late for anything, even something as simple as a family dinner. Shu, on the other hand, would be late to his own funeral.
Finally alone, I collapsed into my chair. I took the boxer in my pocket and noticed the tag. Dolce&Gabbana. Damn, this man was serious about his underwear. I sighed and leaned my head on my seat, closing my eyes.
I was officially out of my mind.
****
As hard as I tried, I couldn't focus on a damn thing all day. I didn't even eat too.
Pulling up to my parents' home later that evening, I felt some of my tension slip away. I loved my family. I was close to my mother even if she had a rotten character. Or was I the only one thinking that because I had the same character than her? Maybe. We often argued when I was younger because I was as stubborn as her and sometimes, refused to obey to her stupid rules. Once, when I was 5, she even let me go back home alone while she had taken the bus. I had made a caprice and decided I could walk back by myself while she said I would lose my way. I was only five but nobody could make me change my mind when an idea had popped in my brain. That's why I went home alone, though, I saw her following me via the bus. And it had been like that all my life between us. Once, I talked to her badly and ran away in the house. As all normal mothers, she could have let it go and punished me later. But it wasn't knowing her well if you thought that. She ran after and me and kicked my foot, making me fall on the ground. She straddled me and told me she would throw me by the window if I dared talking like that to her ever again. And believed me, even if I was 16 and had more muscle than her, she scared me a lot this day. This fantastic thin woman would always tame me in the end. But it didn't prevent me to love her with all my heart. We maybe fought a lot but we also got along very well. She always encouraged me in whatever I wanted to do in my life and she helped me a lot when my mood got down. I was maybe closer to her than my brother and sister.
With my father, it was another story. I loved him, of course, but he had always been closer to Shu than to me. Not because he loved him more but because they had the same passions. At work, I liked to do everything by myself, to find new ideas and mostly to lead my company alone. Shu, on the other hand, talked a lot with my father about his work and found his ideas with him. It didn't prevent me to follow my father's advices but he knew I preferred to do everything by myself as I was very independent. But when it came to family diners or events, we found a real pleasure to see each other and to talk about everything that didn't mention the company.
"Sho!" My mom called as I stepped into the room. I hugged her, leaving a kiss on his forehead. She smiled and ran her petite hand in my hair. "You've grown up."
"You always say that when I come." I rolled my eyes with a chuckle.
"Maybe it's me who go shorter." She sighed. "I won't end forever, when will you bring me my grandchildren?"
"I'm gay, mom, in case you've forgotten."
"And what? It doesn't prevent you to find a nice man and to have children if he is one of the small percent of men that can pregnant."
"Dad, help please!" I implored but my father only chuckled.
"Rule number one: never getting in the way of your mother and you."
"Stupid rule." I mumbled.
"With your two rotten and stubborn characters, I prefer to stay away to keep my lower person safe."
"Dad!!" I exclaimed before laughing with him.
"C'mon, my men, dinner is ready." My mother ordered. We all sat around the big table of the living room, Shu, right on time for once in his life and Mai talking angrily certainly to her last boyfriend of the month. This girl really had bad luck with men. If I could, I would kill every guy who broke her heart.
"Sho, I wanted to ask you." My mother began, handing me the bottle of wine. "Would you invite Jun to dinner next week, and do your best to convince him to actually come?"
I groaned in response and received a quick kick in the shin from my father. It was his warning: don't start the dinner by arguing with your stubborn mother.
"God. Why is everyone so insistent on getting him over here?" I asked.
Mom straightened, wearing her best firm mother face. Oh oh, it didn't mean good when she made this face to me. I saw my father, brother and sister sighing, already knowing it would end in a battle between her and I.
"He's in a strange city all alone, and..."
"Mom." I interrupted. "He's lived here since college. He is 26, it's not a strange city to him anymore. Besides, we are in Tokyo and he is born in Kyoto, it's not as if he was from Spain."
"Actually, Sho, you're right." She answered with a rare edge in her voice. "He came here for college, graduated brilliantly, worked perfectly with your father for a few years before moving to your department and being the best employee you've ever had while finishing his thesis. I think Jun is pretty amazing, so, I have someone I'd like him to meet."
My fork froze in midair as those words sank in. Mom wanted to set up him with someone. I tried to mentally think about all of the single men we knew. Yoshizawa: too young. Ikuta: too workaholic. Camui: fucks anything that moves. Nishikido: dumb. I felt something constrict in my chest but I wasn't sure what it was. If I had to put a name on it, I'd call it... Anger? Or jealousy?
But why would I be angry or jealous that my mom wanted to set Matsumoto up? Probably because you're sleeping with him, dumb ass. Well, not really sleeping, mostly fucking. I pressed my hands to my face.
"Fine, I'll talk to him. But don't get your hopes up. He's about as stubborn as you are and as charm-free as they come."
"You know, Sho." My brother chimed in. "I think everyone here would agree that you are literally the only one who has a hard time getting along with him."
I looked around the table, frowning at the heads bobbing up and down, agreeing with my idiot brother.
The rest of the night consisted of more talk about how I needed to be nice to Matsumoto, and about how great they all thought he was and about how much he would like my mom's best friend's son, Tamaki Hiroshi. I had completely forgotten about Hiroshi. He was nice enough, I guess. Except he was too sensitive and shy. Matsumoto would eat him alive.
I laughed to myself at the thought.
****
Glaring out of the window, I stared at the landscape. I hated sitting in traffic. The office was only a few blocks away and I was seriously considering of walking there by myself. Glancing out again, I noticed we'd stopped right across the street from a very interesting shop. Without a word, I left the car, not caring about my shocked driver.
I stepped in the store and stopped in front of of a long table covered with underwear's and shirts. There were all the most expensive underwear's and clothes in this store. Gucci, Dolce&Gabbana, Guess, Dior, Chanel, etc... Everything that Matsumoto wore. I thought about how good this shirt and this boxer would suit his chest and lower part. Running my fingers all along, I became aware that I had already garnered the attention of the sales staff. A short one walked toward me.
"Welcome, sir. Can I help you?" He said, looking me up and down like a lion eyeing a steak. By the look of my suit, he knew how much I paid for it and that my cuff links were real diamonds. His eyes practically turned into flashing yen signs.
"No, thank you." I answered, suddenly feeling ridiculous for being here. Well, a man wearing rich clothes like mines didn't come into these kinds of stores. "I'm just looking."
"Well, if you change your mind, let me know." He winked and turned around, making his way back to the sales counter. Why didn't I get his number? He had a good ass. What the hell was wrong with me? I was about to turn and leave when something caught my eyes.
Holy shit.
"See something you like?"
Fucking holy shit.
Matsumoto.
I had never seen him like this. He was wearing a leather black slim with boots, a white shirt that showed his sculpted chest so well and a leather black jacket. I could see several rings on his fingers and a necklace around his neck that matched perfectly with his milky skin. He was hot!!! He looked like a top model.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, his fake smile slipping from his face.
"How is that any of your business?"
"Just curious. You don't have enough of my underwear that you have to start a collection of your own and from my favorite store?" He glared at me, motioning to the expensive boxer in my hand.
"No, no, I..."
"What do you do with them exactly? Do you sniffed them like a dog when you go home or even masturbate yourself while pressing them into your fucking face?" He folded his arms across his chest.
"Jesus! Why do you have to be such an ass all the time?" I could feel the adrenaline trickling into my veins, feel my muscles tensing as I literally shook with lust and rage.
"I guess you just bring out the best in me." He smirked. He was leaning forward, his chest nearly touching mine. Looking around, I noticed we were drawing attention from other people in the store.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, lowering my voice.
"I've been working for you for almost a year and you don't remember that I check with my advisor every week. I just finished and wanted to do some shopping. Maybe you can put an ankle bracelet let on me so you can creepily stalk me full time."
I glared at him, struggling to find something to say.
"You're always so fucking pissy with me."
Nice one, Sho. Really clever.
"Come with me." He said and grabbed a hold of my wrist, dragging me to the back of the store where a soft music could be heard. Perfect, I wouldn't have to worry about keeping my voice down as I strangled him. He pulled me around a corner and into a dressing room. Closing the large mirrored door opposite a chair, he stood with his eyes locked on mine. "Did you follow me here?"
"Why the hell would I do that?"
"So, you just happened to be browsing around an underwear's store while you always buy yours in luxury stores."
"Get over yourself, Matsumoto."
"You know, it's a good thing you've got that big dick to make up for that mouth of yours."
I found myself leaning forward, whispering. "I'm pretty sure you'd be thrilled with my mouth too."
Suddenly, everything felt too intense, too vivid. His chest was heaving, and his gaze shifted to my mouth as he bit his bottom lip. Slowly wrapping my tie around his fist, he pulled me to him. I opened my mouth, feeling his soft tongue press forward.
I couldn't pull back now and slid one hand in his hair, jerking his head. He moaned and I pulled it tighter.
"You like that."
"God, yes."
At that moment, hearing those words, I didn't care about anything else: where we were, who we were, or how we felt about each other. Never in my life I had felt such a chemistry with anyone. When we were together like this, nothing else mattered.
My hands gripped the hem of his shirt, bringing it up and over his head, breaking our kiss for only a second. He pushed my jacket from my shoulders and it dropped to the floor.
My thumbs ran circles across his skin as I moved my hands to the waist of his pants. It fell on the ground and I kissed down his neck and shoulders
"Damn." I growled. Looking up, I could see his perfect body reflected back at me in the full-length mirror. I had fantasized about him undressed so many times. And in reality, it was even better. He had strong shoulder blades, a thin but sculpted back and waist and the small of his back... God, I could ejaculate just at the view of his bare ass. A so perfect ass couln't really exist! You could take it in your hands and squeeze it happily. Was he doing sport to get an ass like that?!! And from the front... I could see his six packs but it wasn't as developed as mines, just visible when his chest contracted. His lower part had also a good size for a Japanese. And his lips... He had so beautiful lips that knew how to suck my dick! And when he smiled, I could give him anything he wanted because of this damn beautiful and sexy smile. Mostly when he bit his lower lip.
He bit my ear hard as his hands went to the buttons of my shirt.
"You like it rough too, ne."
I undid my pants and belt and pulled him on my lap while I sat on the chair. A thrill shot through me as his chest pressed mine. I kissed along his neck to his nipples that I bit slightly. Fucking perfect. In my fantasies, I had done everything to them: touched them, licked them and bit them.
"Want to taste me?" He whispered, staring down at me. He pulled my hair hard enough to yank my head away from his skin. I had no smart-ass remark, nothing to stop him talking to fuck me.
"Yeah."
"Ask nicely, then."
"Fuck asking nicely. Let me go."
He whimpered, leaning forward to let me suck his nipple, causing him to pull harder on my hair. Damn, that felt so good. Like he said, I loved it rough too.
There was nothing in this world I wanted more than to bury myself in him, but I knew when it was over that I would hate both. Him for making me so weak and myself for allowing lust override my common sense. But I also knew I couldn't stop. I had turned into a junkie, living for my next fix. My perfectly constructed life was crashing around me and all I cared about was feeling him. Grabbing his hips roughly, I lifted him and held the base of my dick to pull him down onto me.
The feeling was so intense that I had to forcefully still his hips to keep from exploding. If I came now, he would throw it back in my face later. I had to prove him I was a man. Because I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of mocking me.
Once I felt in control again -though, I really started to doubt I could ever control things when it came to him- I began moving his hips, our bodies fitting perfectly together. Bringing my hands down his hips to his legs, I gripped one in each hand and wrapped them around my waist. The change of position brought me deeper inside him and I buried my face in his neck to keep from groaning out loud. The thought we could get caught at any moment only made this better.
His back arched as he stifled a moan, and his head fell back. The innocent way he bit his lip was driving me crazy. Once again, I found myself looking over his shoulder to watch us in the mirror. I had never seen anything so erotic in my entire life.
He pulled my hair once again, guiding my mouth back to his, our tongues gliding together, matching the motion of our hips.
"You look so good over me." I whispered into his mouth. "Turn around, you need to see something." I pulled him up and turned him to face the mirror. With his back against my chest, he lowered himself back onto me.
"God!" He moaned. He breathed out heavily as his head fell back against my shoulder. I gripped his hair and forced his head back up. "No, I want you to look right here. You're so beautiful." I growled in his ear, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "I want you to watch. And tomorrow when you're sore, I want you to remember who did that to you."
"Stop talking and fuck me, asshole!" He said but he shivered and I knew he loved every word. I touched every inch of his body and I trailed biting kisses along the back of his shoulders. In the mirror, I could see myself sliding in and out of him. I knew it was a sight I would never forget. I moved down one hand to touch his cock.
"Oh shit..." He whispered. "Please."
"Like this?" I asked, playing with the tip.
"Yes, please. More. Please, please."
Our bodies were now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, leaving his hair sticking slightly to his temples. His gaze never left us in the mirror as we were both close. I wanted him to meet my eyes in the mirror but I knew it would show him too much. I didn't want him to see so plainly what he was doing to me. I pressed my hand against his mouth, stifling his scream as he came. I muffled my own moans against his shoulder and with a few more thrusts, I exploded deep inside him. God, I wanted to stay here forever. Inside him. I realized we hadn't used any condom again. That was a big risk but I quickly forgot this thought as his body slumped into me. I wanted to get up and run away but I knew my shaky legs wouldn't carry me. Any hope I'd had that the sex would become less intense and that I would get over this obsession, was quickly being crushed. I shifted him up and off my lap before bending to reach for my boxers.
When he turned and looked at me, I expected hatred or indifference but there was something vulnerable in his eyes before they snapped shut and he looked away. After dressing in silence and stealing his boxer again, I watched him leave without a word.
What just happened? What was this sadness in his eyes?
To be continued...
A/N: Things are starting to move xD Sho's mother wants to set Jun up with a man and Sho doesn't seem ready to accept it. Could it be jealousy? XD Well, maybe xD and why does Jun seem so sad? I think he is falling for Sho or something happened to put him in this state xD anyway, you will have the answers later, and the dinner in the next chapter. Maybe Jun is going to fall for someone else if Sho doesn't react before ;) See you soon, comments are always <3
BTW, I love Sho's parents, they are pretty cool xD