[FIC] Spur of the Moment
Title: Spur of the Moment
Fandom/Pairing: Arashi/JunOhno
Rating: PG-13 for ogling :D
Ohno was stirred awake to the faint splatter of running shower nearby and a familiar scent trapped within the confines of the bed sheets. He sluggishly skimmed across the bed, trailing an arm for the warm body to cuddle with. After moments of search, his usual blank face drooped into a disappointed frown. No body present, no Jun - nothing.
Disoriented and slightly annoyed, he hoisted himself up and wondered why a running shower served as one of his wake up calls. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes and took in his surroundings.
He was in a familiar room yet not relatively his own. The place is spacious and well-ventilated. Not too much clutter in sight, the older man admitted to his liking. But a rather curious thing about this morning was the mess on the floor. There seemed to be a trail of disregarded articles of clothing, leading away to the adjoining living room.
He averted his gaze to the bathroom door, absentmindedly scratching through his now ebony hair in thought.
At least, he concludes, last night’s proceedings were true and he didn’t actually dream about it.
He heard the sharp squeak of the shower knob turning, ceasing the running water to existence. Jun must be done with his shower.
For some reason, he scrambled for the blankets, formulating an ingenious plan of fake sleeping. He peeked through narrow slits of his eye lids, checking the clarity of his vision and at the same time adjusting it without rousing any suspicion. A partially clad MatsuJun is definitely not a miss.
Fresh from the shower, the younger man stepped out of the bathroom, exactly what the shorter man expected. Jun stood in the doorway, half-naked. A towel draped on his dripping hair and another was wrapped around his waist, leaving much to the imagination.
Ohno shifted in his position to get a better view. The taller man reached up for his towel to dry his hair. The former pictured vividly the sprinkles of water flew out in different directions. Some chose to cling to the latter’s creamy skin, traveling down the lengths of his body at any slight movement.
Ohno swooned at the image. If he was close enough, he would lick those droplets away and replace a wet trail at his tongue’s wake. A new set of images flashed before the man’s head as his object sauntered his way to the closet. He imagined those hips sway against his own, bringing him to the edge, begging for more friction.
That smooth back, faced his vision as the younger man grabbed a shirt inside, he would hold on to at the brink of ecstasy, leaving marks of pleasure as he in return encourages him further. Without notice, the older man breathed out an involuntary moan.
He heard Jun escape a sigh. That sigh of content, he imagines, he always hear as they share in their brief aftergl -
“Riida!” The older man jerked off at the sudden mention of his name.
“I do appreciate the ogling but,” Jun faced the man and gave him a stern look, “I’m kind of in a hurry.”
“Juuuuuuun,” Ohno whined, a look of defeat on his face upon being caught red-handedly. He sat up, a full pout battling against the younger man’s look.
“Just a quickie?”
“No.”
“Make-out?”
“No.”
“ANYTHING?”
“Sorry, Riida, but I’m rea -“ He trailed off at the most irresistible puppy dog look he set his eyes into. He looked uneasily at his bedside clock, deliberating a decision. All the more reason for the shorter man to give his look the more intolerable look, he would have a YES answer, mind you.
“Fine, I’m gonna be few minutes earlier anyway.”
Ohno broke into glee as Jun came to him for a bruising kiss.
Sexing up with a partially clad MatsuJun is definitely not a miss.
FIN
Fandom/Pairing: Arashi/JunOhno
Rating: PG-13 for ogling :D
Ohno was stirred awake to the faint splatter of running shower nearby and a familiar scent trapped within the confines of the bed sheets. He sluggishly skimmed across the bed, trailing an arm for the warm body to cuddle with. After moments of search, his usual blank face drooped into a disappointed frown. No body present, no Jun - nothing.
Disoriented and slightly annoyed, he hoisted himself up and wondered why a running shower served as one of his wake up calls. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes and took in his surroundings.
He was in a familiar room yet not relatively his own. The place is spacious and well-ventilated. Not too much clutter in sight, the older man admitted to his liking. But a rather curious thing about this morning was the mess on the floor. There seemed to be a trail of disregarded articles of clothing, leading away to the adjoining living room.
He averted his gaze to the bathroom door, absentmindedly scratching through his now ebony hair in thought.
At least, he concludes, last night’s proceedings were true and he didn’t actually dream about it.
He heard the sharp squeak of the shower knob turning, ceasing the running water to existence. Jun must be done with his shower.
For some reason, he scrambled for the blankets, formulating an ingenious plan of fake sleeping. He peeked through narrow slits of his eye lids, checking the clarity of his vision and at the same time adjusting it without rousing any suspicion. A partially clad MatsuJun is definitely not a miss.
Fresh from the shower, the younger man stepped out of the bathroom, exactly what the shorter man expected. Jun stood in the doorway, half-naked. A towel draped on his dripping hair and another was wrapped around his waist, leaving much to the imagination.
Ohno shifted in his position to get a better view. The taller man reached up for his towel to dry his hair. The former pictured vividly the sprinkles of water flew out in different directions. Some chose to cling to the latter’s creamy skin, traveling down the lengths of his body at any slight movement.
Ohno swooned at the image. If he was close enough, he would lick those droplets away and replace a wet trail at his tongue’s wake. A new set of images flashed before the man’s head as his object sauntered his way to the closet. He imagined those hips sway against his own, bringing him to the edge, begging for more friction.
That smooth back, faced his vision as the younger man grabbed a shirt inside, he would hold on to at the brink of ecstasy, leaving marks of pleasure as he in return encourages him further. Without notice, the older man breathed out an involuntary moan.
He heard Jun escape a sigh. That sigh of content, he imagines, he always hear as they share in their brief aftergl -
“Riida!” The older man jerked off at the sudden mention of his name.
“I do appreciate the ogling but,” Jun faced the man and gave him a stern look, “I’m kind of in a hurry.”
“Juuuuuuun,” Ohno whined, a look of defeat on his face upon being caught red-handedly. He sat up, a full pout battling against the younger man’s look.
“Just a quickie?”
“No.”
“Make-out?”
“No.”
“ANYTHING?”
“Sorry, Riida, but I’m rea -“ He trailed off at the most irresistible puppy dog look he set his eyes into. He looked uneasily at his bedside clock, deliberating a decision. All the more reason for the shorter man to give his look the more intolerable look, he would have a YES answer, mind you.
“Fine, I’m gonna be few minutes earlier anyway.”
Ohno broke into glee as Jun came to him for a bruising kiss.
Sexing up with a partially clad MatsuJun is definitely not a miss.
FIN