[FIC] Marked
salwaphoenix; jun/nino: the time when Nino would trade his magic and games over Jun
title: marked
fandom/pairing: arashi/ninojun
rating: pg-13
word count: 935
notes: terribly lazy ass-ed and sick, even typing was a chore for me. i'm horrible, i know. a thousand apologies, salwaphoenix. out of your pretty prompts, quartered said i can only choose one so hope this satisfies you. not beta, btw.
If there is one thing Nino could exchange his game and magic for, it would be an early morning with a perfectly asleep MatsuJun in it.
He had been staying at Jun's for quite some time now and apparently, being his bandmate for almost half of his life helped him a lot to figure out the complex matrix that is Matsumoto Jun. For that long, Nino knew Jun was at his best when he's asleep.
Almost every morning, even in days off, Nino would wake up to a morning when a stream of light manages to sneak through the drapes, find his face and blind him to stir up. Don’t get him wrong, he loves early mornings; all things new, fresh and unpredictable. It has a certain thrill that fuelled him to wake up in ungodly hours and it felt like moving on to the game’s next level or a new card trick to master.
Especially, when Jun is in deep slumber right beside him.
Wasting no time, he got up and did his rituals (yawning, stretching, splashing water on his face - basically, anything to drive the sleep away). Time read 6:37am and they’re needed in the agency by 10. Perfect. He had time.
He padded out the bathroom and gazed at his flatmate.
Jun was still as a corpse, breath even and secure in some dreamland. Flat on his stomach, he sprawled out in all directions. Sheets exposed a good view of his bare back, which Nino fought the urge to nibble on. Jun was faced towards him, features relaxed and unguarded; just like Nino wanted him.
Usually, the conscious MatsuJun is snappy and dedicated but seeing Jun now, vulnerable and perfect, felt like a front row seat exclusively for him. He wouldn’t let such a chance slip through his fingers.
Before anything else, he gently opened a drawer beside their bed, fingers deftly searched for a marker (nothing permanent or he’ll definitely be sleeping on the hard, cold couch).
He isn’t really fond of his drawing skills but the situation called for his artistry.
Nino glided the tip smoothly on Jun’s face. A few twitches here and there but wasn’t enough to whisk Jun awake. He finished after a few minutes, successfully spouting black pimples and wrinkles, nostrils flare and brows thicker: his best one yet. Jun would be proud.
He stashed the marker away and blew a kiss to his oblivious lover. Time for breakfast then.
Padding to the refrigerator, he scanned through its contents. One thing he learned from living with Jun is that a sure way to win his heart is through his stomach. A complete rip-off he heard somewhere before but really, it’s true. It seemed hard to believe at first particularly when Nino soaked Jun’s white boxers with red food coloring, he thought he’ll never hear the end of it (totally unintentional, it was just fun to do at the time).
Good thing he atoned himself by cooking dinner earlier, that Jun grumbled on but ate anyway. At least, it effectively shut the younger man up.
Omelette rice it is.
Preparations took a while, coffee brewed as Nino served the food for two. He flawlessly garnished it, presented in every pleasing way he could, even the taste, he considered, passed as acceptable. He was not a promising chef like Jun but he tried.
It’s great. Jun would be moved to tears. Nino grinned.
Nino crept back to the bedroom, flopped down to his side of the bed and rolled to Jun’s side. The black ink smudged a little on the other’s face after moving to a new position. There was a faint stain on the pillowcase. He straddled Jun’s back softly.
“Rise and shine, princess. Breakfast is ready,” Nino cooed to the other’s ear.
No response.
“C’mon, Jun-tan. Up, up, up.”
A groan and turn of his head.
“You wouldn’t want to miss such a glorious morning, would you?”
“Go away, bastard,” Jun murmured back, cracked and heavy with sleep.
“That’s not very nice,” he nibbled on the other’s ear, “we’ll be late for work.”
Jun groaned in annoyance, “What time is it?”
“Um,” Nino sat back and followed Jun’s spine up with his tongue, “8:37.”
Arashi’s youngest answered with a trembling voice, “Five more minutes.”
Nino stifled a giggle, the clock conveniently out of Jun’s view. “That’s not good. It takes you a whole hour to prepare.” He kissed; licked and nibbled on anything his mouth could reach to stress his point.
With a grunt, Jun turned on his back, grabbed Nino’s arms and dropped him down, face to face. “You better not do anything funny when I was asleep,” he warned the older man none too hotly, his eyes still bleary and unfocused.
“Yes, mother. I’ve been a good boy.” Nino grinned.
Jun tugged a weak smile, “good,” and kissed Nino.
“Now that’s more like it. Up, you go,” as he pulled Jun up. Jun was a pretty sight now, Nino mused. His hair disheveled, his body pliant and head disoriented and almost unconscious. He was glad to be the first ones who witness this. Something his DS and cards cannot compare, ink faced and all.
“I’ll go ready the coffee then,” Nino offered and with a final peck on the lips, he was back to the kitchen.
It was until several minutes passed, a deafening yell resounded to the apartment.
“YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!!? FUCK LOOK AT THE CLOCK, 7:21!! WHY DO I EVER BELIEVE YOU!!!?”
Nino sipped his coffee with a smile. Early mornings were never this fun.
FIN