[FIC] RED BOTTLE OF KETCHUP
for: satoshitomi
prompt: sho/jun; red bottle of ketchup
notes: no beta, not mine. mentions of the ketchup are few but. well. i still mentioned it so. :D!
By take thirty-two, Jun was tired. His arm was sore, he was frustrated and was feeling hopeless. What the staff was expecting him to do wasn't really a miracle, but it felt so unreachable to Jun all the same. Not to mention Jun was too pissed off at himself to concentrate. By take thirty-two, Jun needed a break.
"This is tough, huh?" Sho asked, leaning against the couch. In front of him, Jun was on the bed, massaging his arm. The rest of the staff took a break too. They already spent at least four hours cooped up in a small flat and it made everyone fidgety.
"Very,"
"Are you all right?"
"My arm's getting sore," it wasn't meant to come out as a whine, but it did and Jun winced when he realized it did.
"Here, let me."
Sho walked over beside Jun. The latter stiffened at the sudden proximity, since their relationship was often a verbal one and it rarely got physical--except maybe Fridays at Jun's, when Sho could afford to stay longer on Jun's bed. Sho raised Jun's arm a bit and started traveling his hands over the length of it. Jun's sleeves were pulled back slightly, and Sho started his massage proper there.
The younger man delighted in the warmth that came from Sho's fingers, and he instantly loosened up. Sho smiled at the scene before him: Jun closing his eyes and a small smile crawling up his lips.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"A staff member taught me when I kept getting cramps at a concert before."
"Your hands are phenomenal."
"One of my many talents." Sho smirked and Jun shivered at hearing Sho's voice so close to his ear. "Don't fall asleep on me now, Jun."
"I won't." he promised.
A break--a fifteen minute one--was all Jun needed to relax himself. He needed to throw the red ketchup bottle inside the small container, and he finally did it. Though it took him at least some thirty odd tries more because he kept remembering the promises Sho whispered in his ear just moments ago.
--end
requests are still open here :)
prompt: sho/jun; red bottle of ketchup
notes: no beta, not mine. mentions of the ketchup are few but. well. i still mentioned it so. :D!
By take thirty-two, Jun was tired. His arm was sore, he was frustrated and was feeling hopeless. What the staff was expecting him to do wasn't really a miracle, but it felt so unreachable to Jun all the same. Not to mention Jun was too pissed off at himself to concentrate. By take thirty-two, Jun needed a break.
"This is tough, huh?" Sho asked, leaning against the couch. In front of him, Jun was on the bed, massaging his arm. The rest of the staff took a break too. They already spent at least four hours cooped up in a small flat and it made everyone fidgety.
"Very,"
"Are you all right?"
"My arm's getting sore," it wasn't meant to come out as a whine, but it did and Jun winced when he realized it did.
"Here, let me."
Sho walked over beside Jun. The latter stiffened at the sudden proximity, since their relationship was often a verbal one and it rarely got physical--except maybe Fridays at Jun's, when Sho could afford to stay longer on Jun's bed. Sho raised Jun's arm a bit and started traveling his hands over the length of it. Jun's sleeves were pulled back slightly, and Sho started his massage proper there.
The younger man delighted in the warmth that came from Sho's fingers, and he instantly loosened up. Sho smiled at the scene before him: Jun closing his eyes and a small smile crawling up his lips.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"A staff member taught me when I kept getting cramps at a concert before."
"Your hands are phenomenal."
"One of my many talents." Sho smirked and Jun shivered at hearing Sho's voice so close to his ear. "Don't fall asleep on me now, Jun."
"I won't." he promised.
A break--a fifteen minute one--was all Jun needed to relax himself. He needed to throw the red ketchup bottle inside the small container, and he finally did it. Though it took him at least some thirty odd tries more because he kept remembering the promises Sho whispered in his ear just moments ago.
--end
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