The return of Flavour of Life.
Title: Flavour of Life (the next part); Part the first/Interlude
Pairings: Arashi/Arashi or Sho/Aiba, Sho/Jun, Ohno/Nino, Jun/Nino, Ohno/Aiba and Ohno/Sho.
Rating: ADULT
Word Count: 2,159 / 6,931
Summary: Arashi as PORN STARS. I don’t know how to make this any clearer.
AN: I'm really, really sorry for the wait, alexiela (who is one of my favourite people)! This is really short as well and is in no way deserving of your generous donation to the arashi_on fundraiser and I've not done justice to your favourite pairings yet but I hope it'll tide you over for now and whet your appetite because I'll be writing more of this verse in the future for you as well! ♥
Also for mixaka whom I also owe more fic from this verse and whose prompts are seriously amazing and joyeuxnoel. Thank you for making writing this possible.
Any thoughts, ideas, impressions, anything at all on this or anything else will be greeted with much appreciation; I always struggle and am scared that the well never seems to fill for me. Thank you, A and phrenk for listening to me.
Jun cracks open an eye to see Aiba’s arm banded gold by the sunlight streaming in through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. His birthmark is like melted chocolate running over skin and Jun belatedly realizes that someone has drawn back the curtains. He reaches muggily for his glasses only to have somebody slip them into his hand. He squints up but the other person has already moved away. His body feels sore but he feels like he’s slept better than he has in days.
Ohno is docile and sleepy, still nestled in a mass of comforter, hair sticking up and his moon face bears faint pillow creases. Nino pats his cheek.
“Hi, Oh-chan, open up!”
And slants his mouth over Ohno’s. Jun rolls his eyes, almost missing the half-hearted baleful look Ohno manages to give Nino (Ohno greatly favors sleeping, as clearly evinced on set, where he dozes off ever so often while waiting to get ready for filming, apparently all tuckered out from whatever it is he does when he isn’t with them. Jun strongly suspects fishing. Once Ohno had ambled in wearing a faded t-shirt, bermudas, some footwear that looked like flip flops if flip flops had an exoskeleton, and a gigantic fisherman’s hat on his head) before they are otherwise preoccupied for their audience. Jun has never understood these little acts of shock value they seem to take so much pleasure in for other people. Still, there is something mesmerizing about the way Ohno settles his hand on the nape of Nino’s neck as he goes under for Nino and their pairing on camera is certainly unfeigned enough to pull in the ratings.
The shower starts running, which Jun takes to be Aiba because as he turns the corner he sees Sho pulling an espresso at the coffee maker. Sho looks up and catches his gaze as he drinks it neat from the little silver cup, one shot after another from the ones that are already lined up in a row before him. Wow. Jun hadn’t known Sho was that much of a caffeine fiend. He reaches out automatically for one of the discarded cups and slides his lips over the rim, fitting them neatly over where Sho’s must have been. He can even almost taste Sho, and that’s not just fanciful thinking. The dregs of the coffee trickle into his mouth; the smell that wafts over him this up close sublime. Sho hasn’t taken his eyes off Jun and there is a definite if cautious heat in his gaze but honestly, Jun doesn’t even know what’s going on with any of them anymore. This is probably why you don’t fuck your coworkers. Who knew it applied to adult video stars as well? Jun doesn’t even know if any of them are gay. Probably bisexual. Who the hell knew, really, anymore?
It’s a really nice hotel in the Marunouchi district. It’s even a little incongruous, if Jun stops to think about it but it’s not like they aren’t making as much money as the best of them. It’s on the company dime too; Jun actually has no idea what the company is doing anymore if he stops to think about that too.
They hadn’t even afforded the time to properly check out their premium suite yesterday. Apparently they had it for the weekend. They’d checked in on a Wednesday afternoon.
“I’m hungry,” he says abruptly, cutting off that train of thought. “Are we going out or?”
They take the elevator to the 37th floor for a truly luxe breakfast. Aiba has a wagyu beef burger, medium-rare, and both he and Ohno go into paroxysms of delight over the truffle mayonnaise that accompanies the potatoes. Aiba also gets hotcakes which arrive warm, thick and fluffy with a smorgasbord of toppings. Jun usually has a Japanese breakfast but decides to go for freshly-squeezed juice and a poached egg and salmon Benedict with whole wheat toast topped off with fresh strawberries and cream. Nino orders two types of okayu made with Koshihikari rice from Uonuma prefecture and seasonal vegetables grown using a traditional method from a 14 generation-old farm in Kyoto that are served with miso soup, boiled fish and grilled fish. The conversation flows easily; they’re all sort of friends anyway and the going-ons of the past day have only served to crystallise those incipient bonds, strangely enough or not.
Jun has a vague recollection of blearily looking on as Sho pulled on his boxers and stepped to the balcony for a post-coital smoke right before he passes out, too tired to even fathom lighting up himself. The concept of craving a cigarette after such inhibited sex is a turn-on for Jun for them, he discovers.
Sho is acting off but Jun really doesn’t want to pursue that train of thought. It’s not like he’s holding their previous night’s tryst close to his heart or anything (though perhaps there is something) but if Sho is really being weird, was just using him to take the edge off, as a replacement, it’d piss him right off.
Today, in the light of day and single camera set-up, it’s almost as if Sho’s single-mindedly set out to punish Aiba, taking his mouth without preamble, just a cruelly uttered “Suck it” as he yanks Aiba’s face towards his already erect cock. It isn’t long until Sho is face-fucking him outright with long, powerful strokes which Aiba seems unprepared for. When he gasps, Sho ruthlessly pushes in deeper; they can see Aiba’s throat convulse around Sho’s cock as he gags and trembles. Jun is almost horrified at his own reaction to this, his cock throbbing as he imagines himself hitting the back of and shooting down Aiba’s throat. He’s not the only one. Beside him Ohno and Nino watch, riveted and unable to look away, to do anything else.
“Take over from me. Fuck his mouth. I want to fuck him now. Look at him. He’s got my cock in his mouth but he’s still shaking his ass at you for more.” Sho thrusts even harder into Aiba’s mouth as he whimpers and pants around Sho’s cock. But Aiba’s cock is heavy and drags against the sheet as Sho pulls out. Jun wants to lick it up one side and down the other, remembering its taste and the taste of Aiba’s pre-ejaculate against his tongue.
Nino beats Jun to it; his head falling back as he slides home in between Aiba’s already swollen, ruby-red lips and raising it mere seconds later, wanting to watch as Aiba fellates him, making those wet sucking sounds that he seems humiliated by.
The loud smack that comes surprises them all. Sho is watching as well, fascinated by the way Aiba’s ass globes shake and the colour that blooms as he paddles his ass with the flat of his hand. It isn’t really spanking but the objective is clear and arousing as hell: Aiba’s heating up ass shaking at them in clear invitation. Sho’s always been a dominant bed partner; both he and Ohno have only ever switched around with or for each other but this side of him right now seems almost dangerous.
“We haven’t even touched you but you don’t need it, do you, Masaki?” Sho’s voice is carefully modulated as he marks Aiba’s skin over and over again, pausing only to lay his other hand flat on the reddening skin, either to steady Aiba or to caress the incredible heat. Aiba’s almost slumped down on the bed now, driven from his knees to his belly under the combined assault of Nino’s cock and Sho’s hand but he makes a noise in the back of his throat that almost drives Nino right off the high board if the way his back arches off as he jerks backwards against Aiba’s face before pumping quickly back in a rapid staccato is anything to go by.
The lush clenching around the finger that Sho inserts into Aiba’s ass has him groaning almost involuntarily. “Still so tight even after yesterday. Am I hurting you?”
Aiba manages to shake his head even with Nino’s cock distorting his cheeks. Sho twists off a travel-size tube of lube with practised, efficient motions and aims its nozzle directly into Aiba’s ass, eliciting a faint noise from him. When Ohno comes up, Aiba circles Ohno’s cock with his fingers.
Ohno pulls Nino’s glistening cock out from Aiba’s mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and puts it into his; Nino’s eyes register shock briefly before he’s pulsing hotly right into Ohno’s mouth, orgasming with a shrill cry, hips moving wildly all the while. Ohno swallows the streams of come almost greedily, his fingers rubbing and pinching Nino’s small nipples.
When Ohno lets go of Nino, Jun draws Nino’s back into him, letting him lean back on him and catch his air again. His rock-hard erection grinds into Nino’s ass but their attention is in concert, focused on Ohno rolling Aiba, who hisses at the feel of the sheets against his bare, whipped skin, onto his back.
Aiba’s tan skin is pretty against the white sheets; Jun wants to pet and stroke it until he’s gleaming even more with sweat. His fingers curl unconsciously on Nino, who seems to know exactly what he’s thinking by the way he himself is fixated on the sight as well.
Ohno lowers himself onto the bed, first sealing his lips around Aiba’s nipples to tease them, going back and forth, back and forth, before getting into position above, presenting his cock for Aiba, who obediently takes it into his mouth to suck the enticing tip, hollowing out his cheeks. Jun’s hips start to thrust into Nino who moans a little and throws back his head so Jun can suckle a hickey into his neck almost desperately. Nino is always so responsive.
The low buzz gets everyone’s attention; Sho’s turned on a vibrator, already slicked up with the clear gel. He slides the switch and presses the head at Ohno’s pink entrance. Ohno pauses momentarily and Jun and Nino wait with bated breaths. The vibrator sinks slowly into Ohno, disappearing from view. When Sho slides the switch again, Ohno’s hips bounce a little, almost like he’s trying to keep it in. Aiba’s mouth is so full of Ohno’s cock.
Sho pulls the vibrator out with slow deliberation then thrusts back in. Ohno jerks and Jun finds himself shallowly thrusting inside Nino, who whines. Jun flings his arm out and manages to close his hands around another tube of lube, cap already snapped open. He squeezes and liberally coats his finger and cock with the gel, never taking his eyes off the other trio.
Then Sho stops and pulls the vibrator out and Ohno similarly pulls out of Aiba’s mouth. Ohno licks and nuzzles at Aiba’s cock. Aiba’s eyes are shiny as they get him to lie on his front again. Without further ado, Sho rams the vibrator, sliding it up to power on, into Aiba’s ass and takes his hands off it. Ohno’s eyes flare. All of them stare at Aiba for long moments, his ass upturned, the vibrator sticking out and moving inside him. Sho places a fingertip on the end of the vibrator, bearing down lightly on Aiba and is rewarded by Aiba arching his back and a full-body shudder that runs through him.
When Sho finally removes the vibrator and runs his engorged shiny tip up and down the cleft, groaning at each brief breach of Aiba’s entrance, Jun is fucking Nino and Ohno is fingering himself, his rosy cock bobbing in the air.
“You’re going to be so tight for me.”
It’s such a trite performance Jun is almost taken out of the moment but any disengagement flees when Aiba, quivering around Sho’s cock, keens Sho’s name and mindlessly undulates, rocking on the crown of Sho’s cock that Sho nudges against him and begins to push in, parting Aiba’s cheeks so they know he’s planning to really fuck Aiba.
When Aiba cries out, clutching at the crumpled sheets underneath him, Ohno muffles it with his cock, leaking into his mouth. Sho rides Aiba long and hard, rocking into him like a man possessed. Aiba doesn’t even seem cognisant of anything else anymore.
It seems impossible that Sho can fuck Aiba harder and faster but then Sho starts bucking his hips in a frenzy, flooding Aiba with streams of his hot semen until Aiba helplessly comes from it himself.
Jun walks into the hotel bar, finding Sho easily despite the dim ambiance. Sho has a glass of what looks to be whisky in front of him. He doesn’t look up when Jun slides neatly into the seat next to him.
“How much of that was for the camera?”
Sho’s voice is almost unrecognisable as he gravels out the answer. “I don’t know.”
Pairings: Arashi/Arashi or Sho/Aiba, Sho/Jun, Ohno/Nino, Jun/Nino, Ohno/Aiba and Ohno/Sho.
Rating: ADULT
Word Count: 2,159 / 6,931
Summary: Arashi as PORN STARS. I don’t know how to make this any clearer.
AN: I'm really, really sorry for the wait, alexiela (who is one of my favourite people)! This is really short as well and is in no way deserving of your generous donation to the arashi_on fundraiser and I've not done justice to your favourite pairings yet but I hope it'll tide you over for now and whet your appetite because I'll be writing more of this verse in the future for you as well! ♥
Also for mixaka whom I also owe more fic from this verse and whose prompts are seriously amazing and joyeuxnoel. Thank you for making writing this possible.
Any thoughts, ideas, impressions, anything at all on this or anything else will be greeted with much appreciation; I always struggle and am scared that the well never seems to fill for me. Thank you, A and phrenk for listening to me.
Jun cracks open an eye to see Aiba’s arm banded gold by the sunlight streaming in through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. His birthmark is like melted chocolate running over skin and Jun belatedly realizes that someone has drawn back the curtains. He reaches muggily for his glasses only to have somebody slip them into his hand. He squints up but the other person has already moved away. His body feels sore but he feels like he’s slept better than he has in days.
Ohno is docile and sleepy, still nestled in a mass of comforter, hair sticking up and his moon face bears faint pillow creases. Nino pats his cheek.
“Hi, Oh-chan, open up!”
And slants his mouth over Ohno’s. Jun rolls his eyes, almost missing the half-hearted baleful look Ohno manages to give Nino (Ohno greatly favors sleeping, as clearly evinced on set, where he dozes off ever so often while waiting to get ready for filming, apparently all tuckered out from whatever it is he does when he isn’t with them. Jun strongly suspects fishing. Once Ohno had ambled in wearing a faded t-shirt, bermudas, some footwear that looked like flip flops if flip flops had an exoskeleton, and a gigantic fisherman’s hat on his head) before they are otherwise preoccupied for their audience. Jun has never understood these little acts of shock value they seem to take so much pleasure in for other people. Still, there is something mesmerizing about the way Ohno settles his hand on the nape of Nino’s neck as he goes under for Nino and their pairing on camera is certainly unfeigned enough to pull in the ratings.
The shower starts running, which Jun takes to be Aiba because as he turns the corner he sees Sho pulling an espresso at the coffee maker. Sho looks up and catches his gaze as he drinks it neat from the little silver cup, one shot after another from the ones that are already lined up in a row before him. Wow. Jun hadn’t known Sho was that much of a caffeine fiend. He reaches out automatically for one of the discarded cups and slides his lips over the rim, fitting them neatly over where Sho’s must have been. He can even almost taste Sho, and that’s not just fanciful thinking. The dregs of the coffee trickle into his mouth; the smell that wafts over him this up close sublime. Sho hasn’t taken his eyes off Jun and there is a definite if cautious heat in his gaze but honestly, Jun doesn’t even know what’s going on with any of them anymore. This is probably why you don’t fuck your coworkers. Who knew it applied to adult video stars as well? Jun doesn’t even know if any of them are gay. Probably bisexual. Who the hell knew, really, anymore?
It’s a really nice hotel in the Marunouchi district. It’s even a little incongruous, if Jun stops to think about it but it’s not like they aren’t making as much money as the best of them. It’s on the company dime too; Jun actually has no idea what the company is doing anymore if he stops to think about that too.
They hadn’t even afforded the time to properly check out their premium suite yesterday. Apparently they had it for the weekend. They’d checked in on a Wednesday afternoon.
“I’m hungry,” he says abruptly, cutting off that train of thought. “Are we going out or?”
They take the elevator to the 37th floor for a truly luxe breakfast. Aiba has a wagyu beef burger, medium-rare, and both he and Ohno go into paroxysms of delight over the truffle mayonnaise that accompanies the potatoes. Aiba also gets hotcakes which arrive warm, thick and fluffy with a smorgasbord of toppings. Jun usually has a Japanese breakfast but decides to go for freshly-squeezed juice and a poached egg and salmon Benedict with whole wheat toast topped off with fresh strawberries and cream. Nino orders two types of okayu made with Koshihikari rice from Uonuma prefecture and seasonal vegetables grown using a traditional method from a 14 generation-old farm in Kyoto that are served with miso soup, boiled fish and grilled fish. The conversation flows easily; they’re all sort of friends anyway and the going-ons of the past day have only served to crystallise those incipient bonds, strangely enough or not.
Jun has a vague recollection of blearily looking on as Sho pulled on his boxers and stepped to the balcony for a post-coital smoke right before he passes out, too tired to even fathom lighting up himself. The concept of craving a cigarette after such inhibited sex is a turn-on for Jun for them, he discovers.
Sho is acting off but Jun really doesn’t want to pursue that train of thought. It’s not like he’s holding their previous night’s tryst close to his heart or anything (though perhaps there is something) but if Sho is really being weird, was just using him to take the edge off, as a replacement, it’d piss him right off.
Today, in the light of day and single camera set-up, it’s almost as if Sho’s single-mindedly set out to punish Aiba, taking his mouth without preamble, just a cruelly uttered “Suck it” as he yanks Aiba’s face towards his already erect cock. It isn’t long until Sho is face-fucking him outright with long, powerful strokes which Aiba seems unprepared for. When he gasps, Sho ruthlessly pushes in deeper; they can see Aiba’s throat convulse around Sho’s cock as he gags and trembles. Jun is almost horrified at his own reaction to this, his cock throbbing as he imagines himself hitting the back of and shooting down Aiba’s throat. He’s not the only one. Beside him Ohno and Nino watch, riveted and unable to look away, to do anything else.
“Take over from me. Fuck his mouth. I want to fuck him now. Look at him. He’s got my cock in his mouth but he’s still shaking his ass at you for more.” Sho thrusts even harder into Aiba’s mouth as he whimpers and pants around Sho’s cock. But Aiba’s cock is heavy and drags against the sheet as Sho pulls out. Jun wants to lick it up one side and down the other, remembering its taste and the taste of Aiba’s pre-ejaculate against his tongue.
Nino beats Jun to it; his head falling back as he slides home in between Aiba’s already swollen, ruby-red lips and raising it mere seconds later, wanting to watch as Aiba fellates him, making those wet sucking sounds that he seems humiliated by.
The loud smack that comes surprises them all. Sho is watching as well, fascinated by the way Aiba’s ass globes shake and the colour that blooms as he paddles his ass with the flat of his hand. It isn’t really spanking but the objective is clear and arousing as hell: Aiba’s heating up ass shaking at them in clear invitation. Sho’s always been a dominant bed partner; both he and Ohno have only ever switched around with or for each other but this side of him right now seems almost dangerous.
“We haven’t even touched you but you don’t need it, do you, Masaki?” Sho’s voice is carefully modulated as he marks Aiba’s skin over and over again, pausing only to lay his other hand flat on the reddening skin, either to steady Aiba or to caress the incredible heat. Aiba’s almost slumped down on the bed now, driven from his knees to his belly under the combined assault of Nino’s cock and Sho’s hand but he makes a noise in the back of his throat that almost drives Nino right off the high board if the way his back arches off as he jerks backwards against Aiba’s face before pumping quickly back in a rapid staccato is anything to go by.
The lush clenching around the finger that Sho inserts into Aiba’s ass has him groaning almost involuntarily. “Still so tight even after yesterday. Am I hurting you?”
Aiba manages to shake his head even with Nino’s cock distorting his cheeks. Sho twists off a travel-size tube of lube with practised, efficient motions and aims its nozzle directly into Aiba’s ass, eliciting a faint noise from him. When Ohno comes up, Aiba circles Ohno’s cock with his fingers.
Ohno pulls Nino’s glistening cock out from Aiba’s mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and puts it into his; Nino’s eyes register shock briefly before he’s pulsing hotly right into Ohno’s mouth, orgasming with a shrill cry, hips moving wildly all the while. Ohno swallows the streams of come almost greedily, his fingers rubbing and pinching Nino’s small nipples.
When Ohno lets go of Nino, Jun draws Nino’s back into him, letting him lean back on him and catch his air again. His rock-hard erection grinds into Nino’s ass but their attention is in concert, focused on Ohno rolling Aiba, who hisses at the feel of the sheets against his bare, whipped skin, onto his back.
Aiba’s tan skin is pretty against the white sheets; Jun wants to pet and stroke it until he’s gleaming even more with sweat. His fingers curl unconsciously on Nino, who seems to know exactly what he’s thinking by the way he himself is fixated on the sight as well.
Ohno lowers himself onto the bed, first sealing his lips around Aiba’s nipples to tease them, going back and forth, back and forth, before getting into position above, presenting his cock for Aiba, who obediently takes it into his mouth to suck the enticing tip, hollowing out his cheeks. Jun’s hips start to thrust into Nino who moans a little and throws back his head so Jun can suckle a hickey into his neck almost desperately. Nino is always so responsive.
The low buzz gets everyone’s attention; Sho’s turned on a vibrator, already slicked up with the clear gel. He slides the switch and presses the head at Ohno’s pink entrance. Ohno pauses momentarily and Jun and Nino wait with bated breaths. The vibrator sinks slowly into Ohno, disappearing from view. When Sho slides the switch again, Ohno’s hips bounce a little, almost like he’s trying to keep it in. Aiba’s mouth is so full of Ohno’s cock.
Sho pulls the vibrator out with slow deliberation then thrusts back in. Ohno jerks and Jun finds himself shallowly thrusting inside Nino, who whines. Jun flings his arm out and manages to close his hands around another tube of lube, cap already snapped open. He squeezes and liberally coats his finger and cock with the gel, never taking his eyes off the other trio.
Then Sho stops and pulls the vibrator out and Ohno similarly pulls out of Aiba’s mouth. Ohno licks and nuzzles at Aiba’s cock. Aiba’s eyes are shiny as they get him to lie on his front again. Without further ado, Sho rams the vibrator, sliding it up to power on, into Aiba’s ass and takes his hands off it. Ohno’s eyes flare. All of them stare at Aiba for long moments, his ass upturned, the vibrator sticking out and moving inside him. Sho places a fingertip on the end of the vibrator, bearing down lightly on Aiba and is rewarded by Aiba arching his back and a full-body shudder that runs through him.
When Sho finally removes the vibrator and runs his engorged shiny tip up and down the cleft, groaning at each brief breach of Aiba’s entrance, Jun is fucking Nino and Ohno is fingering himself, his rosy cock bobbing in the air.
“You’re going to be so tight for me.”
It’s such a trite performance Jun is almost taken out of the moment but any disengagement flees when Aiba, quivering around Sho’s cock, keens Sho’s name and mindlessly undulates, rocking on the crown of Sho’s cock that Sho nudges against him and begins to push in, parting Aiba’s cheeks so they know he’s planning to really fuck Aiba.
When Aiba cries out, clutching at the crumpled sheets underneath him, Ohno muffles it with his cock, leaking into his mouth. Sho rides Aiba long and hard, rocking into him like a man possessed. Aiba doesn’t even seem cognisant of anything else anymore.
It seems impossible that Sho can fuck Aiba harder and faster but then Sho starts bucking his hips in a frenzy, flooding Aiba with streams of his hot semen until Aiba helplessly comes from it himself.
Jun walks into the hotel bar, finding Sho easily despite the dim ambiance. Sho has a glass of what looks to be whisky in front of him. He doesn’t look up when Jun slides neatly into the seat next to him.
“How much of that was for the camera?”
Sho’s voice is almost unrecognisable as he gravels out the answer. “I don’t know.”