The Lonely Island - The Creep pt 2
Junno looks positively over the world with joy, if that can be considered at all possible. “He was wearing it, Nakamaru-kun!” he crows with shaking disbelief. “Did you see?”
Maru walks a little behind him. He can still smell the perfumes of the bride on his clothing and the various echoes of the party’s laughter. “Of course I saw,” he says quietly. It was an experience worth remembering indeed, but he’s more relieved to have escaped discovery. “The tuxedo looked...acceptable.” His voice isn’t working.
Junno turns on him in disdainful incredulity. “I’m not talking about the tuxedo! The bracelet; he was wearing the friendship bracelet I gave him!” He says it ecstatically in one breath.
“Hmm,” Maru can only say. Really, he’s wondering how on earth Junno could’ve seen that within the brief moment they’d glimpsed Koki. And also the idea of it; Koki expressly slipping that thing on, bright orange clash against a wedding party. It’s so Koki-like in basic nature, but the keen gesture of wearing it, that is Koki-like too...
He wonders if it hurts to swallow because he’s been shouting so much. “Well, I’m glad for you. I think it’s about time to go home now,” he finally says with a tailend of a sigh crowning from his throat.
“Home...yeah,” Junno replies absently, his back to Maru. “Good idea,” he says with a supiciously deep inflection.
Maru’s limbs ache and he feels pain in joints he isn’t all that sure he had and he smells like a woman -- of that he’s primarily sure-- and he knows that all he needs to do is make sure Junno drives away and he can call it a night.
Yet, his instincts work against him, reacting deeply to the patterns of Junno’s behavior; his second long lies and habitual disobedience tell Maru that it’d be naive not to make damn sure the Pogostick goes home.
He just had to follow him. Had to head down the causeways and weird loops with his headlights dimmed and some oddly well-executed merging all in tailing Junno.
He’s almost unsurprised when the grey SUV pulls up next to the gardens of Koki’s apartment building. How could he even be surprised?
As he parks right at Junno’s bumper, Junno gets out and stretches like he’s just gotten off from a long road trip and Maru tears off his seatbelt and steps out, running his finger through his hair in dejected frustration. “Why?” he demands.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“You didn’t even go anywhere near your house!”
Junno brightens. “How do you know this isn’t near my house?”
Maru leans against the hood of his car. “I know where you live,” he admits, albeit smugly. He makes it a point to pay close attention to the habitations of the people he knows. “I know where all of you live so if there’s ever an emergency...”
Junno backpedals dramatically. “Uwa! That’s so creepy!” He grimaces and claps a hand to his mouth.
Maru can’t even bring himself to deliver the irony to Junno. “That having been established, what are you doing here?”
Junno chews his lower lip as he looks up at the windows of the sky-reaching building. “Nakamaru-kun, what we saw at that reception made me happy, happier than I’ve been in years. I think it means something.”
“Your feelings mean something?”
“Everything’s coming together, Nakamaru-kun,” Junno replies solemnly, spreading his arms at the glare of the lights indoors. “I’m going in there to be close to Koki’s essence, to celebrate this feeling.”
Maru’s long past the what’s and why’s of Junno’s manner, but he’s still furiously trying to single out the logic of their situation and his own objectives. It’s technically true that he’d like to stop Junno, and also technically true that he’s greatly disarmed by these strange habits, but overall, by pragmatic standing, Junno isn’t causing any harm.
The ideal is supervision now. His own little act of heroism within a buffet of evils.
“We’ll go in, but no more than ten minutes, all right!”
Junno’s next smile is almost exonerating ...almost.
The matter of getting indoors would be easy, but the act of getting into the suite itself is a problem. Maru feels his moral dilemma as, in all honesty, he knows Koki keeps a key on the upper lintel of his door. If he were to share this tidbit of info with Junno, it would go against all that he currently works to acheive.
It doesn’t seem to matter because it’s just as Maru gets through the front entrance and heads toward the elevators that Junno abruptly vanishes. One moment he’s hearing his footsteps bearing behind him and the next, silence and no shadow looming from the back of him.
Maru looks around nervously. It’s come to the point that he’s only at ease when he knows where Junno is.
Koki’s floor is a pretty quiet one, inhabited mostly by the elderly and couples whose children have gone off to live alone, so Maru is unlikely to encounter anyone at this time. Thinking it a bit of a godsend that Junno’s not around to watch him retreive the key, he looks both ways before reaching for it.
As promised, the key is sitting there. Forgetful Koki put it there for situations where he’d misplace his keychain, and Maru happened to be present when Koki had this spare made.
Koki’s apartment only looks small because it’s so crowded. The furniture is round, dark, and sleek but just littered with pillows and in the shadow of the unlit suite. Maru can see outlines of cages and odd round things with ears. Being fundamentally uneasy in the dark, Maru looks around for a lamp before closing and locking the door behind him.
The light scatters an array of pale yellow on the entire vicinity and just like when he comes home to his own place, he hears the ring of a bouncing collar and tiny claws skidding against the wood floor. Maru smiles helplessly when a little grey dust mop with black diamond eyes comes trotting over to him curiously, followed by her wide-eyed, thin, black and orange brother.
Maru is just about to bend low and offer his arms to Koki’s puppies when Sakura-chan’s hackles abruptly raise and she begins to growl.
“Eh, you don’t remember Uncle Yuichi?” he mumbles, in the voice he reserves for dogs of Sakura-chan’s type. The whites of Sakura-chan’s eyes begin to show as she observes her surroundings guardedly.
Maru straightens and watches her and feels only a burgeoning foreboding as the smaller Ray backs slowly away, watching Sakura for a cue on danger’s location. Maru considers stepping back out and locking the door behind him but it’s just then that he hears a tapping on glass to his right.
Once again, he is subject to a violin shriek-worthy fright as he makes eye contact with a chasmic pair lurking from outside. Moreover it’s a windy October night and the rake of branches behind defines an image quite fitting to the movies Maru can’t watch. Junno paws at the window from outside with an intent, quite concerned expression. Or so Maru assumes that must be why his eyebrows are so curved downward.
Maru rushes over and raises the latch, waiting until Junno leans away before pushing the pane outward. Junno only says, “Move!” quickly before his legs come thrusting in. Maru leaps back just in time as Junno’s entire frame barrels inward and slides across the wood floor.
Poor Sakura-chan is going mad, setting herself in front of the cowering Ray, barking shrilly at Junno, who turns with an odd expression.
Maru wanders over to the window and looks down. “We’re on the eighth floor...how did you...?”
Sakura-chan is now hopping back and forth, trying to nip at Junno while guarding the cages and Ray behind her.
Junno straightens, looking down at the ball of grey fur making its angry half-circle in front of him with some commiseration. “The tree on the roof across the way; the branches reach across. If you swing correctly, you can angle yourself right at Koki’s window.”
Maru blinks at the distant tree. “How did you know that tree was there?”
Junno gestures vaguely. “What’s the word...umm, vantage point?”
“How is that even related?!”
Junno winds around the overcrowded room of furniture like unbreakable jello with the decency to send Maru a sheepish look.
He can just see it, the pale staring noodle straddling a branch, binoculars poised, smile stretching as Koki undresses. “I bought you those binoculars for survival games,” he whispers morosely.
“Koki always locks his windows.”
“You...knew I’d get in for us...but then why not come in the door.”
He doesn’t get a reply so he turns around and sees Junno already heading for the kitchen. “You know,” he finally says when Maru shuts the window. “The lobby downstairs...there’s cameras there.”
Maru can feel the bile of panic rise up his throat. “That doesn’t make a difference,” he says slowly. “Koki will never know anyone was here...right?”
Junno reaches for Koki’s CD collection, rifling through the tall organiser absently. “Let’s hope not...right?” he murmurs, echoing Maru’s slow tone. “Ah, I wonder if he still has that stuffed monkey I gave him!”
Maru watches him wander off with some trepidation. Sakura-chan follows, punctuating her presence with a shrill, worried growl.
Maru has been lying to himself thus far. He is completely and totally an accomplice to this madness.
“Nakamaru, come look at this!”
Koki’s room is bright and warm, but that’s not what has Junno rapt. Plush toys sit everywhere. Teddies and stuffed disney characters. There isn’t a space that’s not occupied by something fluffy.
Junno looks at all these with decisive gladness. “Gah, he’s such a girl~”
Maru scratches his head. “Don’t...be unfair. We all have our little comforts.”
Junno makes a happy sound as he throws himself on the bed, tumbling around in fluff, fake feathers, and toppling furry kittens. Maru watches with some grudging respect.
Humming bemusedly, Junno rolls over and looks up at Maru, his arms splayed across the large expanse of sheets and toys. “Tell me honestly, Nakamaru, have you ever been with him?” he asks it like one asks someone if they’ve ever been to France.
Maru shoos Sakura out and closes the door, ignoring her small outraged pleas. “Yeah,” he says.
A heavy pause stares at the back of his head before he turns and looks at Junno again. The yoyo string is trying to kick off his loafers distractedly. “Oh?” he simply says.
“It was awkward and we were a lot younger,” Maru amends. “We used to hide in the Johnny’s locker room and...ugh, never mind; I’m not telling you that.”
“Oh, god~” Junno buries his face in a pillow, chortling helplessly. “Do you miss him?”
Maru sighs and sits on the edge of the bed. “Of course not. He’s still very much around me and as much as I swore I wouldn’t ever let it happen again, it was more for his sake than mine.”
The bed shifts as Junno flops his long legs around before a pair of little teddy paws are walked up his back. “Is that why you’re here with me?”
“No.”
“Then why? Are you here because you’re worried he’ll like me more than he liked you?”
“Junno, stop deluding youself. I know what it feels like to want something you can’t have!”
The matress springs groan and Junno’s cheek brushes his thigh. “Can’t? We’re here on his bed together and you’re using words like ‘can’t’.”
Maru shoots a look at all dried gelled black hair and crescent benign eyes Junno. “I’m here because you can’t manage this without me!”
“Manage for both of us then. Nakamaru, you can’t even go to a restaurant alone.”
It’s such a silly way to put it; he laughs. “Are you talking about ordering an entree to share?”
“I’m talking about ordering dessert for three people.”
Weird psychological breakthrough. Junno should get a part-time job annoying people into admission. Junno’s teeth aren’t perfect, small and straight the way Koki’s are, but somehow the sleepy smile is the same type of brand fuel for the instinct to guard and protect.
“Dammit, Junno,” he says simply.
Junno’s laugh makes Sakura-chan whimper.
And that’s precisely when they both hear the slam of the front door. Junno sits upright and Maru leaps into action. “Hide!” he hisses as he flicks off the light and shoves the stuffed toys in a pile near the pillows and yanks the sheets straight.
He spots Junno’s shadow scurry under the bed and he follows just as he hears Koki say outside the bedroom door, “What is it, Sakuchan?” in a precious voice.
It’s horridly dusty under Koki’s bed and he’s semi-certain that either Junno’s blinking at him in the dark or a dust bunny has an invested interest in his face.
Through the threads of the trailing bedskirt, light pours in from Koki opening the door. Maru has to bite his own wrist to keep from yelping when he feels Junno’s weight on his side and a mouth press to his ear. “We forgot the light out there...” he whispers.
Maru is flat on his stomach and Junno’s lying on his arm so he can’t elbow him for stating the obvious.
“He’s coming this way~” Junno whispers again and Maru could murder him.
He wriggles and whispers back somewhere near Junno’s ear. “I know! Stop making sounds!”
Junno clutches him as Koki’s slippers pass near their heads. “He’ll find us!” he says once again, the excitement in the highest notes of his failed whisper.
He scrunches his eyes and nods so Junno can feel and stop--for all that’s holy-- stop making noises!
“There’s nothing in here, Sakuchan,” Koki is murmuring and Maru is relieved to notice that Koki has Sakura in his arms. She yips suspiciously as he carries her out and Maru feels all of Junno’s tense excited muscles loosen, blunt nails digging into the back of his sweater release him.
“Oh god, that was close~” Junno moans right in his ear.
Maru truly doesn’t remember the last time he felt annoyance at the same time as this core-based physical reaction. He tries quite sternly not to think of how Junno’s hips are grazing his or the suffocating heat of his breath, or even the vibration as Junno convulses with silent excited laughter. He gently pushes him off before any sign of this carnal revelation becomes known.
Obviously that doesn’t work.
After a brief pause, Junno shifts back over and grabs him. “What do we do if he goes to sleep right over us?” he murmurs. Naturally, he sounds like that would be ideal.
Maru doesn’t answer. In the now pitch-black dark, the immaterial presence of Junno near him and Koki somewhere nearby makes him drown in an imaginative heat. He rests his cheek against the rug and tries not to breath through his nose.
He hears a yawn that’s neither his nor Junno’s and realises Koki’s come back into the room and a light flickers on once more from the bedside table lamp. Junno holds his finger to his lips suddenly as if Maru’s the one with the noise problem and reaches out, pointing at where Koki’s socked feet have appeared.
Koki’s socks have orange ducks on them.
“Night~” Koki calls to the apartment suite at large (his pets and stuffed toys) just as the mattress held up by tight straps sinks down under his weight. Beneath him, Maru is now completely cleaved to Junno, pressure created by Koki on the bed.
Maru used to tell him to get a new mattress, but it’s obvious that Koki remains stalwartly attached to this horrible thing. Junno seems to find something funny and Maru has to poke him in the side to stop the vibrations of his laughter, but Junno’s subsequent squirm only creates the most awkward second of friction Maru’s ever experienced.
“Nnh,” Junno mumbles against Maru’s shoulder.
Maru curses inwardly, but doesn’t make a sound until they feel Koki roll over and Junno shifts. This time his breath is a total shudder and Maru bites his tongue when his skin starts to react, electricity shooting downwards. The unrivalled weirdness of it, plus being unable to really stop Junno from moving makes him shut his eyes. Koki sighs and Maru rocks his hips upward helplessly.
He can feel Junno’s as hard as he is, and god help him, he doesn’t know how to stop. His shirt is damp where Junno’s mouth is against his shoulder and Maru’s ankle strikes the bottom of the bed when Junno grinds in a circle against him, the restricted movement of it intensifying the effect.
Perhaps some sense of (shame-filled) moral fibre makes him reach up and press his palms to Junno’s cheeks, force this fearless headcase to look at him. “What are we doing?” he mouths.
Junno is pressed between his thighs and his eyes are swimming with ferocity and abandon. If Maru were a weaker man, he’d have dropped the would-be conversation just to see where Junno would take this; already his soft, thick fingers have slipped under his suit jacket. However as Junno’s persistance quickens so does Maru’s resolve not to make this any weirder than it already is.
Koki shifts a little and the mattress presses against Junno’s legs. Maru has to raise his thighs slightly to make room, strengthening the touch of them together. Junno lets out an ecstatic groan.
All three of them freeze. Above them, Koki’s even breaths still. Maru slowly drops his hands from Junno’s face
“You know,” says Koki, voice gravelly from sleep, but tone laced with steel. “if you wanted to spend the night here, you could at least have asked to sleep with me.”
Junno leans back and looks at Maru questioningly. Maru pushes him off, which subsequently bounces Koki off the bed. Koki utters a kitten-like growl as he hits the floor in a pile of sheets. Maru and Junno stare at him scramble with his bedclothes for a bit (he mutters angry English words that sound like “fuhther” and “mucker”) until he emerges and comes face to face with his under-bed lurkers.
Koki blinks. “Wait, you’re both here?!” he cries.
“Yes,” Maru say slowly.
“Nakamaru let me in!” Junno reports.
Koki, palms against the floor beside him, keeps blinking in a sleepy stupour under his fluff-tufts of blonde hair. “I seriously don’t even...” he sighs groggily. “Get out of there, both of you!”
There is some difficultly particularly in the area where Junno tries to get out first and Maru is adamant about being allowed out first since he’s older, and then he realises that he’s still erect, which is sure to raise a great many questions to go with the “under your bed while you sleep” issue.
When they’re both out, a silence resonates between all three of them. Koki stands there, hands on his hips, his eyes a-squint with confusion and languor. “You’re dressed completely the same...”
“You’re still wearing it,” Junno remarks, grabbing Koki’s wrist with the hard orange band and Koki glares at him.
“Of course I am! If I didn’t, you’d complain all the time!”
Junno stares at him, caught in a star-flood moment. “I really hoped you would.”
Maru is aware that he wouldn’t stop staring for the world as Koki reaches up, playing frenetically with his own hair. “I knew- I- I mean, I know,” he says this grouchily.
Junno makes an adoring noise and barrels Koki over and they both topple into the mess of bedclothes and scattered stufffed toys. Maru stands by a bit awkwardly as an impromtu wrestling match commences and Junno laughs and laughs and Koki’s adopts a very sweet, wicked look in his eyes when he pins him down.
The happy ease with which Junno’s eyes slide shut while Koki shuffles his half-naked self down to pull at Junno’s belt, unmindful of the fact that he’s already hard-- well-- it just reminds Maru of when he and Koki were younger. How it happened simply like that, tugging each other off in a locker room, eyes trained to something they were only curious about at the time...
It’s different though, the way Koki makes a teasing bite at Junno’s hipbone and Junno jerks upward and has this rhapsodic smile on his face and he keeps his eyes shut like a kid about to open a wrapped birthday gift shaped precisely like the thing he asked for.
Still Maru doesn’t move when Koki gets Junno’s pants undone. His small fingers pushing back on Junno’s suit jacket and yanking the button-down shirt free, dragging Junno upward, like a puppet, with that deep green tie wrapped around his wrist. Junno lets himself be taken up and stares up at Koki, rapt like he’s trying to memorize each igniting detail before he laps his tongue upward, saucily trying to catch a taste.
It’s such a torn, vitrolic sight for Maru.
Maru feels it like memories and the sight alone arouses him, the flex of Junno’s stretching thighs and Koki’s muscular back folding in; tendons and cords rolling underneath as he bends down again over Junno’s hips. Maru’s kind of all for Koki giving Junno a blowjob. He’s really just so damn good at that...
Koki pauses, and looks over his shoulder all touseled, tawny-haired and provocative dark brows. “Yucchi, it’s freaking me out how you’re just standing there at the foot of the bed staring.”
Junno chortles, looking at Maru from under his eyelashes keenly. “Nakamaru-san is creepy like that. Did you know he--”
Not too sold on his new label nor the loud-mouthed details coming with it, he yanks at his own tie before hopping up on the bed. “That’s quite enough from you,” he says to Junno before turning settling himself to Koki’s left.
Koki turns, looking considerably gratified and Maru only has to lean forward and Koki’s round, pouty lips are his. Maru braces his hands on that tough, soft back, cradling heavy shoulder blades while Koki accepts his tongue, mouth open, one hand slipping around his neck, the other still tightly wound in Junno’s tie.
They haven’t kissed in the longest time, but really, despite all changes in either of them, the ease of it is familiar and comfortable. Fingers soon playing with the tips of his hair at his nape, Koki’s lips under his teeth, gasps when Maru’s palms glide down his back. From comfort to mind-blowing as he hikes him closer. He revels in the beat of Koki’s body when he pulls back, sliding his lips down his bristly chin, tongue over his throat.
He hears the mattress bounce a bit as a warm presence comes up beside him. He keeps nipping at Koki’s naked throat while Koki turns toward Junno and Maru arches himself upward, shifting to make room for Junno. Koki and Junno kiss as he trails downward with his tongue, peppering Koki’s shoulders, chest, stomach with teeth, tongue and lips. He gains such sudden gratification from Koki’s hitches in breath into Junno’s mouth.
The contours on the end of Koki’s torso, softer parts where Junno’s fingers are reaching into, digging in, Maru nuzzles downward making his presence known and Koki responds to both fingers and lips by wrapping his arms around Junno’s neck and arching back to give Maru ample access to more skin.
“Sit behind him, Taguchi,” Maru murmurs before he licks the small paunch of stomach along Koki’s waistline, savouring Koki’s quavering tone. The bed rocks as Junno slips back on his knees behind Koki, reluctantly leaning away from Koki’s parted lips and Koki seems to follow with him, turning his head as Junno shuffles around him.
As Maru reaches for the elastic of Koki’s underwear and helps him wriggle out of it, Junno pulls him backward to settle him on his lap. While Maru drags the shorts down around his ankles, Junno presses his forehead to Koki’s shoulder, making a vulnerable sound when Koki edges upward. Maru finally sinks down, tongue darting out and Koki shivers with Junno’s fingers running hungrily up his chest from behind. He raises an arm, round tricep straining as his hand dives into Junno’s hair. Junno sighs, cheek brushing Koki’s neck, his eyes shut in worshipful bliss.
Maru is caught up in their sounds, feels like he’s conducting, running his tongue up the curve of Koki’s cock. He laps at the hood of it and feeling a thrill of his own power when Koki writhes on Junno, who watches over Koki’s shoulder with bated breath.
“Kokicle for two?” Junno mumbles, eyes shining.
Maru reaches up and grips Koki’s thighs resting on Junno’s. Koki looks between them suspiciously.
He sighs “Just don’t, Taguchi. Seriously,” before closing his lips over the head and shuts his eyes, listening to the sound of Koki going to pieces under him as he presses his tongue flat and oscillates. He loves the fill of his mouth with Koki.
Koki begins to buck when seconds grind on and Junno groans, half-formed words spilling from his lips. Maru presses his lips down and flexes his jaw, angling to swallow him entirely, let him strike the back of his throat. Koki utters a quavering, awestruck “Oh!” and Junno’s hands curve right under Koki’s thighs and push him downward. Koki winces when Maru leans away from sucking, letting him drop from his lips.
“Lie on top of him, Koki,” Junno murmurs, catching Maru’s eye. It’s the same as earlier; Junno’s gaze thirsting for some basic image glazing his vision and he’s a horror mess. Tie askew, pants undone with his lips all pink and pretty. He’d never say so, but if there was a way to keep Junno looking like that...
Koki makes a hum of vague revolt, reluctantly dropping his hold in Junno’s hair and spreading himself out between them, looking suddenly flushed and self-conscious.
“Mm, wait,” Maru breathes, determined to get comfortable at least. He removes his suit jacket, tossing it behind him, but he’s broadsided by Junno seizing him by his lapel and giving him an abrupt dose of hot breaths, lips and tongue. He’s vaguely aware that he probably tastes like Koki at the moment and Junno sighs against his lips before pulling back.
Maru shoots him a judging look as they separate and Junno’s mouth curls up secretively. “Had to have that. You know, before what I’m about to do next,” he chuckles breathlessly.
“What?” Koki says, interchangeably looking at either of them looming over him. “What’re you gonna do?” His brow creases suspiciously and his lower lip gleams when he speaks and Maru maybe... sort of wants to gobble him up.
Junno must totally have the same thing in mind because as Maru slides back down-- gripping Koki’s hips firmly, guiding him back into his mouth-- Junno’s fingers overlap his while cupping Koki’s ass. The heels of his palms knead as he drops smiling kisses around Koki’s tailbone, closing his lips over any bit of skin reaching down to his crease.
Koki growls and gasps, grabbing at his pillows for some relief-support. Junno spreads Koki’s thighs over Maru’s shoulders, deepening Koki’s thrusts into Maru’s mouth, banking over the back of his tongue. Maru hollows his cheeks and palms the base of it, feeling Koki writhe as Junno-- from behind-- darts his tongue in.
Koki scrambles between them, undulating into the heat past Maru’s lips and arching at the spading moisture of Junno’s tongue. They both hold him relatively still though, exchanging the pace control in a surprisingly smooth syncopation. Junno’s eyes are shut, but from over the both of them, Maru can see his pink, even lined, sculpted lips parted over Koki, nose pressed to softest skin, orchestrating Koki’s sobs and muscles clenching.
This angle is a vantage to Junno’s searching fingers and Maru slows, tightening his lips so Koki can only gyrate into his mouth at a slow edging slide. It’s beautiful, Koki’s muffled moaning into the sheets on the other end of the bed.
Junno releases a harsh breath as he raises himself on one elbow and one eyebrow curves as he pulls back, wet lipped and dark-eyed. “Do you think he wants to come?” he says conversationally and Maru does a very ungentlemanly-like thing and bursts into surprised laughter around Koki’s cock.
You’re impossible he tries to say with his mouth full. (Like “yo iwmpoffable”)
“I hate you both!” Koki wails, face still pressed to a pillow.
Koki’s understandable, yet alleged hatred for either of them aside, Maru gains divine satisfaction in the quickening of Koki’s breaths within the next minute. Junno’s slips his tongue out and replaces it with fingers, searching until the octave of Koki’s cries goes higher and his whole small frame goes rigid.
Koki’s “Ah’s” multiply when Junno sits up, forcing him forward with the ingression of two fingers, twisting almost violently up until Maru has to bodily imprison the knees over his head to keep Koki from hurting himself. Junno’s chuckles grow rakish as his eyes train to Koki’s arching back and creamy, hard arms flexing as he curls up. The heat from Koki’s body zings between the three of them and Maru groans when Koki comes, his lips feeling raw and used, swallowing just as Koki falls back on Junno’s reaching arms.
Maru sits up, massaging his lips, his skin ringing with his own want. Junno is kissing up Koki’s arm reverently, hips slowly beginning a grind against Koki’s already tongue-wet opening. Koki is drunk with his afterglow, lips parted and soft breaths trickling out. Junno seems to feel Maru’s stare as he flickers those chasm eyes at him, a slow feral grin lighting up his eyes.
Even the sheets under his knees feel like a raising and fomenting deliciousness, his cock brushes Koki’s spread-eagled form and Junno’s fingers are dusting light circles over Koki’s chest. Loving and rearousing all at once and Koki looks like a quivering, injured bird, caught against him like that, eyes shut and pained look creasing his brow. Prettier like this, Maru thinks.
“Nakamaru, are you a passer or a wide receiver?”
Maru pauses, most private thoughts broken into, blinks up at that slasher-movie grin. “I...have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Koki’s eyes slide open lazily; he gifts Maru with an exasperated, but spent smile. “He’s asking if you want to fuck or be fucked,” he reports loftily, stretching his short body accidentally -on-purpose curving back and making Junno gasp a little.
How crass.
“The former, I suppose,” he mutters with some distaste. (He is the oldest, after all.)
Something about this appears to delight Junno greatly as his lips curve up and he positively beams. “Well, Koki’s all ready for you!” he declares peacably.
Koki laughs-- “What the hell~!”-- and twitches away when Junno slips out from under him and makes a biting noise at Koki’s right nipple.
Maru shakes his head and shares a sigh with Koki when he opens his arms languidly for Maru. His skin is quite peach-like and his thighs feel delicious on his own. Koki nuzzles his arm before, grasping at the sheets to turn himself over, a total vision of round double dark emblem- adorned bottom and smooth squarish back.
“In the bathroom, Taguchi,” Koki calls, tone soft and buttery, small steel-blue painted fingertips fisting the white sheets.
Junno returns in a bare minimum of half a second, bearing a string of condom packets and a bottle. Maru grips Koki’s hips, but drops a kiss on his spine as he raises himself up on his knees behind him.
Second-long bliss of sliding into Koki, feeling the curling swallow and it makes him go stiff and unbreathing. Koki feels fantastic and Maru holds him around his waist as they pick up a rhythm, his senses beginning to electrify the nerves of his back shooting into the very edges of his being.
He would later deny the faint surprised moan he utters when he feels the mattress sink down behind him and hot, wet fingers tracing his upper thighs. Maru’s on the cusp of beatitude and hasn’t the presence of mind to stop. He can only double up over Koki’s back, roll inward at a slower pace and gasp. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Junno’s fingers invade, thick with lube and Maru shuts his eyes, no longer able to move. “I thought I said...”
“Think about the logistics of it, Nakamaru,” Junno breaths over dip of his shoulder.
“He’s got a point,” Koki supplies, twisting around to blink blurry amber eyes at him.
He curses creatively. He’s really never been spread quite like this and Koki mewls when he twists against Junno’s ministrations, knees spreading apart, sinking Maru further in and he’s caught on a bridging gab between the horror and the fire-sensory glide of it.
Within minutes, he’s a panting, clinging mess between the two of them, Junno riding him with an iron grip and Koki splayed out beautifully under him, still exhaustedly grinding backward, somehow echoing Junno’s rhythm.
Squeezed tight; feeling throttled from both ends, he comes like that, whole body tensing. Junno’s warm, hard chest slides up his back, locking him in a helpless vice of hard stretching arms as he continues to thrust.
The collapse instantly after is the relief to every muscle he needs. Koki groans unhappily and sleepily under their weight and Junno laughs against Maru’s torso, under arm, and Maru clicks his tongue.
Once, he’s certain Junno didn’t break him, he twists to reach for his suit jacket where he keeps his moist towelettes, tissues and hand sanitizers satchets. (Primarily reserved for when he touches other people’s things without their knowing; it’s only polite).
Junno nuzzles their noses together when Maru ties off the condom for him and in return Maru smiles malignantly and drops a cold moist towelette on his nether parts and is kind of entertained with Junno-like squeals and flails. Koki adopts a worried expression in his sleep, but continues to breath evenly.
Junno sees this and stills, quietly leaning down. He presses his lips behind the shell of Koki’s ear and kisses like he’s trying to leave an impression that’ll last.
“There’s something very wrong with you,” Maru says, dropping the mess of tissues in a wastebasket under Koki’s nighttable, comfortably booting a series of stuffed toys aside. Junno’s long arm grabs him suddenly by the wrist, dragging him down into the pillows, eyes shut.
“Heard that before,” Junno yawns. “Go to sleep, Nakamaru. Koki has an Akan Keisatsu filming tomorrow.”
Maru lets his eyelids droop, but it’s only as the swarm of images and thoughts that accompany his first edges of sleep that it occurs to him. Junno means to continue following Koki everywhere. He mentally cancels brunch with Ueda tomorrow; fucked up world to regulate and all.
Two weeks later...
Koyama’s eyes are soft and his lips look so flocculent and pink. He speaks engagingly and Maru quite likes the way his lithe thighs flex when he folds one over the other.
He considers these mere afterthoughts to a quiet lunch. He keeps himself satisfied by simply looking.
“You seem more at ease lately,” Koyama remarks.
Maru shrugs haplessly. “It’s a new battle everyday.”
Koyama finds this funny. His laugh is silk and the mouth that closes around an eclair, sacrosanct, leaving a delectable dark chocolate droplet on his lower lip...
When they part ways outside the cafe, Koyama brushes his palm on Maru’s shoulder and squeezes. His fingers kind of remind Maru of Junno’s, only significantly more tender and less likely to have been anywhere unsanitary.
As he watches the back of Koyama’s jeans stride off, he begins to feel strange. No, not really the “my former coworker has a capital ass” type of strange, but more of a hairs- on-the-back-of-his-head-are-standing type of strange.
He’s being watched.
Swallowing, Maru looks around at the passing crowd, hands on his hips. Nothing out of the ordinary so far as he can see, but he knows better than to brush it off. His intuition stands against it.
The sound of a paper’s crinkle and a failed whisper of “Uwa, he’s noticed!” makes him whirl and lay eyes on two figures behind an open newspaper, seated on a street bench. Identical pairs of grey pin-striped trouser-clad knees, and argyle-socked feet in brown penny-loafers. One pair is smaller, the toes just barely reaching the pavement, but what really catches Maru’s eye are the messy eye holes on either side of the paper the two share.
He steps toward them, frowning and the paper shakes from their giggles.
“You’re kidding, right?” he says.
Receiving no answer, Maru rips the newspaper down.
Junno leers at him comically. “Well, hello, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide your secret coffee date with Koyama-kun from your bedbuddies!”
Koki leans around Junno to look in the direction Koyama went. “Well, he is your type, Yucchi. You seem to like ‘em sturdy and bendy.”
“Nng toffee~” Junno groans exaggeratedly.
They both exchange glances and look away snorting.
Maru hopes his withering expression is convincing. They’re both wearing identical wire-rim spectacles and-- “Taguchi, are you wearing a moustache!?”
Junno takes back and folds the newspaper. “Well someone forgot to shave this morning!” he explains complacently, knocking his knee over Koki’s.
Koki looks sweet when he flushes happily. “Yucchi left without a word. Usually, he wakes me up before he leaves...”
Maru sighs. “Don’t use me as an excuse for why Taguchi’s got pubic hair on his upper lip.”
Junno grimaces, wiggling his fake pencil moustache. “How mean.”
Koki jumps forward and grabs Maru’s wrist suddenly and there’s a ringing slap and various people in the passing melee turn in startlement at Maru’s manful shriek of pain.
It’s purple. The black letters on it spell it neatly in upper-case curlicue letters. INFINITE FRIENDS.
“So where’s Koyama going next?” Koki breezes, leaning forward on the bench, legs swinging back.
Maru pauses. (He’s dealing sensibly with the warm, twisting feeling in his stomach by clearing his throat and squinting.) “He’s going to the gym in Shibuya,” he mumbles absently after a moment . “I saw his day-planner when he was in the bathroom.”
Junno leaps up, rubbing Maru’s back amiably. “Great!”
Maru points at his bracelet. “Do you two not notice the threatening implication of the word, ‘infinite’ on this thing?”
The two T’s have long moved on. Koki starts pushing them both toward the parking meters. “Yucchi can drive us there. I wanna be backseatsman this time.”
“Aww~” Junno moans sadly. “But I love being backseatman!”
Maru lets himself be pushed toward his car, now distracted. He’s already wondering if Koyama wears shorts when he does his cardio...