Kanjani8/Arashi - Going Down - Hina/Matsujun
Title: Going Down
Fandom: Kanjani8/Arashi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hina/Matsujun
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation.
Notes: A repost from forever ago. XD I wrote this for jerainbowbridge! ♥ THANK YOU TO ryogrande FOR THE AMAZING TITLE SUGGESTION. XD
It isn't that Jun is late to work. It's that sometimes it takes a while to get ready in the morning. And he's really not late; he's exactly on time, walking briskly to the elevator just minutes before he needs to be at the Music Station studio.
Hina, however, kind of... is late to work. And he's running for the elevator door just as Jun hits the "close" button. But he supposes it won't make him late so he sticks his hand in the door holding it open while Hina runs inside. He bends over with his hands on his knees, clearly out of breath.
"You should quit smoking," Jun says as the doors close.
"Same to you," Hina replies, but he's nearly wheezing so it kind of looses it's effect.
Then the elevator jerks a few times before grinding to a stop. The lights flicker and they hear some kind of painful, moaning mechanical sound from outside.
Fuck, Jun thinks. Then says out loud.
"I'm sure they'll fix it!" Hina says, cheerfully.
"What are you so happy about?" Jun asks.
"It's a good way to spend life," Hina says. Then he nods.
Jun stares.
"Ah, it's hot in here," Hina says. He's wearing a button up shirt and kind of half fanning himself with his hand. But then he gives up on it and removes the shirt completely so he's only wearing a white tank top.
This is when the elevator ride becomes a bit annoying. It's also right when the emergency phone rings, thankfully cutting through Jun's thoughts.
Hina answers. "Yeah? Uh huh? A few minutes? Oh we're fine, we'll wait. Thanks!"
Even after the brief reprieve... still annoying.
The thing is, Jun likes guys. Jun has always liked guys and Jun has always been okay with the fact that he likes guys. But this is honestly the last guy he's ever expected to be interested in. Hina's a little too... loud and abrasive. But damn he looks good in that white tank top that he'd been wearing under his button down shirt. He's still a little sweaty from the run into the elevator and the still, warm air in the small space is contributing.
Maybe the oxygen is running out of the room and Jun is becoming delirious. Or maybe it's just been a while since he's even had any time in the day to have a date. Whatever the reason that he might choose to blame later... Hina looks good today. Really good.
If you were into guys... Jun thinks.
Or thinks he does.
"Eh?" Hina says, turning around as Jun's words still hang awkwardly in the air.
"Nothing," Jun coughs.
"I'm not," Hina says.
"I'm don't want to have this conversation."
"If you were wondering."
"Well," Jun says. "I figured."
"But if I was?"
He looks like he has some kind of idea. Which makes Jun a little worried. And that's worrisome all on its own.
"If you were what...?"
Hina shrugs. "I've kind of always wanted to try it, you know?"
"Oh, have you?" Jun says, amused. "So how are you so sure you're not then?"
It's a leading question, since Jun and basically everyone in Japan knows about Hina and Toda Erika. But Jun has no idea how long they'll be stuck in here and maybe he's a little bored.
"Just a feeling," Hina says. "So anyway, you want to try?"
Jun lifts an eyebrow. "What?"
"I saw you looking at me," Hina says. He's so nonchalant about this it's kind of jarring. Like he could be asking Jun to borrow a pen the same way he's asking to have sex with him.
Jun stares.
"There's one thing I've always wanted to try..." Hina says. Then he walks over to Jun and promptly kneels down in front of him.
"Hey!" Jun says. "You can't just...!"
"I can't?" Hina says, smiling widely.
"Are you always this direct?"
"Yes!"
"Uh," Jun says, swallowing. He doesn't really understand Hina or how the hell they've gotten into this situation. But he's still watching the way Hina's shoulders move. His thick arms and long, slender fingers. Jun is turned on. Now painfully with the sight of Hina on his knees in front of him.
"Life is short," Hina says, unbuckling Jun's belt and sliding it open. "You take opportunities when they come. Never know when they'll come around again!"
Jun swallows because... no he's not going to stop Hina from doing that. And no he's not going to stop Hina from sliding his pants down over his hips and touching his erection through his underwear. No he's really not going to stop any of this even though it's making him grit his teeth a little.
The elevator could start up again. The doors could open. Jun doesn't know which is worse: the idea of being caught or the idea of being caught before they can finish.
"No one knows about this," Jun says. Even though he knows he has nosy bandmates and Hina has the same problem, but... again. Not going to say no to this.
"I don't really know how to do it," Hina says. He takes Jun's cock in his hand and gives it an experimental squeeze. Jun sucks in a breath.
"I'll tell you..." Jun says, but Hina at least seems to have the hang of using his tongue, which he's pretty good at. Or maybe Jun's just turned on enough that anything will feel good right about now.
"So do I just go for it?" Hina asks.
"Yes," Jun says a little more desperately than he intends. "Watch the teeth, and - ah - keep using your hand like that." He's stroking Jun firmly while working his lips on the head of Jun's cock. He's sort of a natural. Which Jun might laugh and give a sideways glance to if he wasn't too busy enjoying this most excellent blowjob. He likes Hina's straightforward approach to it. No nonsense.
It's so good that he forgets where he is for a moment. Forgets that the elevator is going to start up again and they're going to have to perform on TV. It's still lingering in the back of his mind somewhere, but mostly he lets himself forget while he threads his fingers in Hina's hair, wanting to guide him a little, but Hina's doing well enough on his own so maybe he just wants something to hold onto.
Jun feels it building deep in his stomach. "I'm going to..." he says in warning and at first Hina isn't deterred which makes Jun wonder if he's going to... finish the job, so to speak. But at the last minute, he pulls away and Jun comes in his hand with a loud sigh.
"Fuck," Jun says, for the second time. Hina takes a hankerchief out of his bag and cleans himself off.
"Huh," Hina says. "So that's what it's like."
Jun's still standing despite his weak knees and Jun's strange nonchalance is still a little annoying and more than a little incomprehensible. Jun always gets turned on himself when he's going down on someone, but Hina's attitude makes Jun wonder if that was really all just curiosity.
"Come here," Jun says, tugging on Hina's arm until he stands up. Then places his hand directly on Hina's crotch.
He's hard.
"Sure you're not into guys?" Jun says, grinning wickedly.
"Pretty sure," Hina says, evenly. Then his voice becomes distinctly uneven when Jun unzips his jeans and wraps a hand around his dick. It's thick and feels good in Jun's hand. He wants to play with him, tease him, draw it out and maybe let Hina fuck him. But sadly there is no time for any of this so he makes do with a quick handjob. Hina's much more worked up than he appears because it only takes about three strokes before he's finished. Or maybe Jun is just that good.
But of course this is right when the elevator starts moving again and both of them have to hurriedly get back into their pants. It's shameful, but Jun can't help but grin about how delightfully naughty this all is.
"Well now I'm in the mood to perform!" Hina says.
And Jun is back to just really not getting him because now he just kind of wants to have a cigarette more than anything right now, but he'll get pumped into work mode as soon as they get with the rest of the group, he's sure. Just a few moments until the elevator reaches its destination and they look completely put together. Aside from Hina's messy hair.
"We should get stuck in elevators more often," Hina says, waggling his eyebrows. And Jun moves to hit him because how can he not, but he's blocked by Hina's hand. They look at each other for a moment in stalemate. Then both of them retreat.
"Anyway..." Jun says, and the doors open.
"Finally decided to show up I see!" Yoko greets. He's all ready, dressed up in his suit with his hair done just so. Some of the others are still sitting in the makeup chairs, but most of them are ready to go out on the stage.
"Hey that's what Aiba's hair always looks like when he gets off of the elevator at work..." Ohno says, absently. Nino gives him a quick smack.
Then Yoko looks at Nino and can't hide the huge grin spreading across his face. Even Subaru starts giggling.
"Come on, come on!" the stage director calls to Jun and Hina rushing them into their chairs, and Jun figures he can kill each and every one of them later. Now it's time for work.
Fandom: Kanjani8/Arashi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hina/Matsujun
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation.
Notes: A repost from forever ago. XD I wrote this for jerainbowbridge! ♥ THANK YOU TO ryogrande FOR THE AMAZING TITLE SUGGESTION. XD
It isn't that Jun is late to work. It's that sometimes it takes a while to get ready in the morning. And he's really not late; he's exactly on time, walking briskly to the elevator just minutes before he needs to be at the Music Station studio.
Hina, however, kind of... is late to work. And he's running for the elevator door just as Jun hits the "close" button. But he supposes it won't make him late so he sticks his hand in the door holding it open while Hina runs inside. He bends over with his hands on his knees, clearly out of breath.
"You should quit smoking," Jun says as the doors close.
"Same to you," Hina replies, but he's nearly wheezing so it kind of looses it's effect.
Then the elevator jerks a few times before grinding to a stop. The lights flicker and they hear some kind of painful, moaning mechanical sound from outside.
Fuck, Jun thinks. Then says out loud.
"I'm sure they'll fix it!" Hina says, cheerfully.
"What are you so happy about?" Jun asks.
"It's a good way to spend life," Hina says. Then he nods.
Jun stares.
"Ah, it's hot in here," Hina says. He's wearing a button up shirt and kind of half fanning himself with his hand. But then he gives up on it and removes the shirt completely so he's only wearing a white tank top.
This is when the elevator ride becomes a bit annoying. It's also right when the emergency phone rings, thankfully cutting through Jun's thoughts.
Hina answers. "Yeah? Uh huh? A few minutes? Oh we're fine, we'll wait. Thanks!"
Even after the brief reprieve... still annoying.
The thing is, Jun likes guys. Jun has always liked guys and Jun has always been okay with the fact that he likes guys. But this is honestly the last guy he's ever expected to be interested in. Hina's a little too... loud and abrasive. But damn he looks good in that white tank top that he'd been wearing under his button down shirt. He's still a little sweaty from the run into the elevator and the still, warm air in the small space is contributing.
Maybe the oxygen is running out of the room and Jun is becoming delirious. Or maybe it's just been a while since he's even had any time in the day to have a date. Whatever the reason that he might choose to blame later... Hina looks good today. Really good.
If you were into guys... Jun thinks.
Or thinks he does.
"Eh?" Hina says, turning around as Jun's words still hang awkwardly in the air.
"Nothing," Jun coughs.
"I'm not," Hina says.
"I'm don't want to have this conversation."
"If you were wondering."
"Well," Jun says. "I figured."
"But if I was?"
He looks like he has some kind of idea. Which makes Jun a little worried. And that's worrisome all on its own.
"If you were what...?"
Hina shrugs. "I've kind of always wanted to try it, you know?"
"Oh, have you?" Jun says, amused. "So how are you so sure you're not then?"
It's a leading question, since Jun and basically everyone in Japan knows about Hina and Toda Erika. But Jun has no idea how long they'll be stuck in here and maybe he's a little bored.
"Just a feeling," Hina says. "So anyway, you want to try?"
Jun lifts an eyebrow. "What?"
"I saw you looking at me," Hina says. He's so nonchalant about this it's kind of jarring. Like he could be asking Jun to borrow a pen the same way he's asking to have sex with him.
Jun stares.
"There's one thing I've always wanted to try..." Hina says. Then he walks over to Jun and promptly kneels down in front of him.
"Hey!" Jun says. "You can't just...!"
"I can't?" Hina says, smiling widely.
"Are you always this direct?"
"Yes!"
"Uh," Jun says, swallowing. He doesn't really understand Hina or how the hell they've gotten into this situation. But he's still watching the way Hina's shoulders move. His thick arms and long, slender fingers. Jun is turned on. Now painfully with the sight of Hina on his knees in front of him.
"Life is short," Hina says, unbuckling Jun's belt and sliding it open. "You take opportunities when they come. Never know when they'll come around again!"
Jun swallows because... no he's not going to stop Hina from doing that. And no he's not going to stop Hina from sliding his pants down over his hips and touching his erection through his underwear. No he's really not going to stop any of this even though it's making him grit his teeth a little.
The elevator could start up again. The doors could open. Jun doesn't know which is worse: the idea of being caught or the idea of being caught before they can finish.
"No one knows about this," Jun says. Even though he knows he has nosy bandmates and Hina has the same problem, but... again. Not going to say no to this.
"I don't really know how to do it," Hina says. He takes Jun's cock in his hand and gives it an experimental squeeze. Jun sucks in a breath.
"I'll tell you..." Jun says, but Hina at least seems to have the hang of using his tongue, which he's pretty good at. Or maybe Jun's just turned on enough that anything will feel good right about now.
"So do I just go for it?" Hina asks.
"Yes," Jun says a little more desperately than he intends. "Watch the teeth, and - ah - keep using your hand like that." He's stroking Jun firmly while working his lips on the head of Jun's cock. He's sort of a natural. Which Jun might laugh and give a sideways glance to if he wasn't too busy enjoying this most excellent blowjob. He likes Hina's straightforward approach to it. No nonsense.
It's so good that he forgets where he is for a moment. Forgets that the elevator is going to start up again and they're going to have to perform on TV. It's still lingering in the back of his mind somewhere, but mostly he lets himself forget while he threads his fingers in Hina's hair, wanting to guide him a little, but Hina's doing well enough on his own so maybe he just wants something to hold onto.
Jun feels it building deep in his stomach. "I'm going to..." he says in warning and at first Hina isn't deterred which makes Jun wonder if he's going to... finish the job, so to speak. But at the last minute, he pulls away and Jun comes in his hand with a loud sigh.
"Fuck," Jun says, for the second time. Hina takes a hankerchief out of his bag and cleans himself off.
"Huh," Hina says. "So that's what it's like."
Jun's still standing despite his weak knees and Jun's strange nonchalance is still a little annoying and more than a little incomprehensible. Jun always gets turned on himself when he's going down on someone, but Hina's attitude makes Jun wonder if that was really all just curiosity.
"Come here," Jun says, tugging on Hina's arm until he stands up. Then places his hand directly on Hina's crotch.
He's hard.
"Sure you're not into guys?" Jun says, grinning wickedly.
"Pretty sure," Hina says, evenly. Then his voice becomes distinctly uneven when Jun unzips his jeans and wraps a hand around his dick. It's thick and feels good in Jun's hand. He wants to play with him, tease him, draw it out and maybe let Hina fuck him. But sadly there is no time for any of this so he makes do with a quick handjob. Hina's much more worked up than he appears because it only takes about three strokes before he's finished. Or maybe Jun is just that good.
But of course this is right when the elevator starts moving again and both of them have to hurriedly get back into their pants. It's shameful, but Jun can't help but grin about how delightfully naughty this all is.
"Well now I'm in the mood to perform!" Hina says.
And Jun is back to just really not getting him because now he just kind of wants to have a cigarette more than anything right now, but he'll get pumped into work mode as soon as they get with the rest of the group, he's sure. Just a few moments until the elevator reaches its destination and they look completely put together. Aside from Hina's messy hair.
"We should get stuck in elevators more often," Hina says, waggling his eyebrows. And Jun moves to hit him because how can he not, but he's blocked by Hina's hand. They look at each other for a moment in stalemate. Then both of them retreat.
"Anyway..." Jun says, and the doors open.
"Finally decided to show up I see!" Yoko greets. He's all ready, dressed up in his suit with his hair done just so. Some of the others are still sitting in the makeup chairs, but most of them are ready to go out on the stage.
"Hey that's what Aiba's hair always looks like when he gets off of the elevator at work..." Ohno says, absently. Nino gives him a quick smack.
Then Yoko looks at Nino and can't hide the huge grin spreading across his face. Even Subaru starts giggling.
"Come on, come on!" the stage director calls to Jun and Hina rushing them into their chairs, and Jun figures he can kill each and every one of them later. Now it's time for work.