Chickening Out (JunMa)
Title: Chickening Out
Pairing: JunMa and ShunToma
Rating: R
Summary: Jun catches Toma and Shun doing things he wished he hadn't
Note: I'm in a HUGE writer's block!!! T_____________T
I need to write contest fic so this is a little practice to get the juices flowing. Please pray for a miracle
Jun walks in on his best friends doing something he totally wished he didn’t see.
Toma and Shun making out on the floor with arms wrapped around each other.
Jun should walk away because technically he said he wouldn’t come over tonight so technically this wasn’t something he was supposed to witness, so technically he should just walk back out the door he came in, replace the spare key under the mat and run for his life, maybe get Nino to gouge his eyes out or hypnotize him into forgetting the whole ordeal.
But no, Jun ignores all things that should be done in favour of dropping the key with an unearthly clatter and sounding out an equally unearthly gasp.
Shun winces and they part with an obscene sucking sound that made Jun wish he didn’t have ears either. The older male looks up at him confusedly arms still wrapped around Toma’s waist, “Dude, you said you were busy.”
Toma turns his head and blushes a bright pink or maybe it’s just the lack of air but his arms slide off from around Shun’s neck and pushes him away. He hides his face with an embarrassed groan. Shun however looks unperturbed.
“You should no better than to barge in! I could have had a girl in!”
Jun suddenly recovers from his shock and feels oddly indignant. How dare Shun try to pin this on him? He’s the one suffering from trauma and possible brain damage.
“You told me it was a guy’s night in!”
“It is!”
“What the hell man! Is this what you do? Are you two like going out or something?”
“NO!” Toma and Shun both cry out in horror. Jun thinks it’s ridiculous they should act so offended. After what he’s just seen anyone would piece it to mean just that.
Toma kneels on the floor still looking embarrassed and settling somewhere far from Shun.
“Then is this some sleep over game?” Jun asks with hardly masked incredulity, “Remind me to never hang with either of you again! Much rather take out that pig of a Masuda or Riida”
Toma looks like he’s about to crawl into some hole before he looks back at Jun, “You could call it that” He admits finally.
Shun sighs, “You might not believe me but we’ve got nothing going on, alright?” Jun makes a noise in his throat that’s a cross between disbelief and disgust, “Toma’s just got really soft lips.”
Toma’s cheeks flared red as Jun looked at Toma in alarm, “So? I mean we all take care of ourselves. I have soft lips too!” Jun presses his fingers against his lips as though checking for softness.
“No, no! It’s totally an unreal kind of soft like cotton candy or something. In fact Toma in general is kind of soft.” Toma started scrabbling at the floor as though trying to dig out that non-existent hole, “Shun, shut up!” He muttered darkly
Jun only looked even more sceptic, “Fine even if that’s so it’s really uncalled for, I thought you were seeing someone?” Jun looked at Toma this time.
“Dumped.” Shun supplied when Toma seemed like he would avoid the question completely, “Yeah, it’s like something we do when we’re both single at too tired to go for girl hunting I guess.”
“You mean it’s happened before?” Jun thinks it’s only right he’s horrified.
“Occassionally, ever since Hana Kimi.”
“Oh god!” Jun makes a fake fainting gesture.
“Oi! Don’t get so cocky. I dare you to kiss him and not want to do it again!” Shun lightly pushed Toma so that he sort of fell forward only to catch himself into a position on all fours.
It looked like he was being offered (which he so totally was) but the alarming thing was he looked really cute and particularly delectable like that. Jun wants to crawl into some porthole and just go to some other dimension right now.
“Shun stop!” Toma shouted back at him annoyed but Shun only shoved him forward a little more so that when Toma turned his head back to Jun he was surprised with Jun’s face in front of his and a tentative nip on his lips.
Shun was so freaking right. Toma’s lips seemed to melt like cotton candy against the light brush of his tongue and even though it was just for a second it sent Jun’s head reeling.
Jun leant back in for a second nip and it surprised Toma. He wondered if he mirrored Toma’s bewildered expression.
Jun’s hands came up to caress the side of Toma’s face and for one moment Toma closed his eyes and leant into the touch.
Jun stopped thinking, he didn’t want to think, Shun was right he wanted to kiss Toma again and so he did; grabbing the back of his head, the soft hairs cut short barely scraping his nape and pulled him back in.
Somewhere in the background he heard Shun’s triumphant snicker and he still couldn’t care.
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Jun sighed.
What the hell just happened at Shun’s?
Jun was feeling inexplicably jealous that Shun had done this with Toma all these years. Why did it matter anyway? Why now?
Why did he wonder if Shun had done more than that?
Why did it make him sad that he might have?
He had run. Like the huge coward that he was. He ran from his feelings; His ridiculous feelings. Jun can’t believe he wants to get it on with his best friend after he’s been practically forced to kiss him.
Him.
Oh god, what has he gotten himself into?
He needs to shake this off. Somehow.
How?
How can he stop wanting to go back, hold Toma in his arms again, hear the way he’d softly mewl when he’d caress the sides of his face. How can he stop wanting to feel those sinfully soft lips against his again?
Toma who’s seen him during his awkward years, who’s seen him grow out of them, out of his insecurities and fears, who’s seen him deal with fame and power and stress and criticism. Who’s known him before all that, while he was still a snooty little kid?
Is it so unbelievable that he might love him?
Jun sighed as he lighted a cigarette. Smoking makes his teeth rot which is obviously a more imminent concern than his disintegrating lungs but sometimes he feels like tearing his own hair out and for the sake of his hair he smokes.
He hates smoking and he shakes a little as he puts the stick lightly to his lips. He feels calmer the next time Toma’s face, features softened in vulnerability flashes through his head and he feels thankful for the warm smoke that dissipates into the air around his face.
The door clicks and there are footsteps, soft and cautious ones into the dark living room.
Jun takes a long drag, hopes with a sinking heart that it isn’t who he thinks it is and he prays more that anything else that it is him. The footsteps stop when they reach him. Jun’s doesn’t move from where he is lounging on his sofa looking at the ceiling.
“It isn’t that way with Shun.”
The deep voice low and reverberating across the dark room. Jun remembers a time when it was still boyish and high pitched.
He’s known him for so long, why now?
“Is it relevant?” He tried to make rings from his mouth when he blew the poison out but he’s out of touch.
“I don’t know it just felt relevant.” Toma’s feet shuffle nervously.
“Since when are you awkward in my house?”
“Since when do you smoke?” Toma plucked the half finished stick form his hands, “It rots your teeth remember?”
Jun chuckled, “I told you that.”
“You did to get me off it.”
Jun finally chanced a look at Toma who had settled himself on the adjourning couch.
“It isn’t the same with Shun.”
“You’re right it is relevant.”
Maybe he should stop kidding himself. He wants Toma so much.
“Told you it felt like that.” Toma got up discarded the cigarette after lighting it out and shuffled over to him to settle down on his thighs
“Once?”
“To get it out of our system.”
Jun’s already forgotten why he was speaking, losing himself in the doe brown eyes hovering above his.
Toma’s lips ghosted over his and he wound his arms around the slight hips, almost shivering from the warmth he emitted. Toma’s gained weight for his latest project and his hips are pleasantly layered with a thin film of flesh for Jun’s fingers to dig into.
Toma’s lips meet his softly, the sense of urgency egging them on a little while ago vanished completely as they moved softly against each other. It only seemed natural pulling Toma’s t-shirt over his head and trailing the muscles of his abdomen up to his pulsing neck.
It was natural having Toma’s own hand roving over his body, only natural when it flitted over the buttons of his shirt pulling them open.
Toma’s soft lips detached from his and slid down his neck, brushed across a nipple and Jun gasped. Toma looked at him apologetically but fit his lips around his nipples anyway, licking unsurely now and then.
Jun sighed, curling his hands through Toma’s jet black locks as he nibbled on the skin.
Jun hooked a finger into the loops of Toma’s jeans and pulled it down. It was too snugly fit to slide down the narrow hips but it sent the message and Toma broke off sitting back on the other side of the sofa.
He paused for a while tracing the waistband of his own jeans before slowly popping the button open. In a way Jun couldn’t believe it even when Toma scrambled up on his knees and shimmied out of his pants.
Jun pulled Toma to the bedroom dropping the last of the fabric that separated them before Toma fell onto the bed and Jun crawled on top of him. He appreciated the way the bed dented to curve the soft lines and arcs of Toma’s body. He trailed those lines for a moment, trying to memorize them the ominous ‘once’ circling his head.
Heart already heavy that it’s the only time.
Toma made a strangled sound, half impatient at Jun’s stalling and half embarrassed at his intense gaze. He lifted his hips until it fit around Jun’s and the room filled with their combined gasps.
His long fingers wrapped around Toma’s shaft and he felt Toma’s shudder against his chest.
And he got scared.
He pulled back suddenly tense against the pristine bed sheets.
Toma looked at him confusedly and that was the last thing he saw before he bolted to the bathroom, turning on his bath and calming down in its soothing familiar voice as it asked him what temperature he would like his water.
He wondered if he even had the courage left to drown.
Pairing: JunMa and ShunToma
Rating: R
Summary: Jun catches Toma and Shun doing things he wished he hadn't
Note: I'm in a HUGE writer's block!!! T_____________T
I need to write contest fic so this is a little practice to get the juices flowing. Please pray for a miracle
Jun walks in on his best friends doing something he totally wished he didn’t see.
Toma and Shun making out on the floor with arms wrapped around each other.
Jun should walk away because technically he said he wouldn’t come over tonight so technically this wasn’t something he was supposed to witness, so technically he should just walk back out the door he came in, replace the spare key under the mat and run for his life, maybe get Nino to gouge his eyes out or hypnotize him into forgetting the whole ordeal.
But no, Jun ignores all things that should be done in favour of dropping the key with an unearthly clatter and sounding out an equally unearthly gasp.
Shun winces and they part with an obscene sucking sound that made Jun wish he didn’t have ears either. The older male looks up at him confusedly arms still wrapped around Toma’s waist, “Dude, you said you were busy.”
Toma turns his head and blushes a bright pink or maybe it’s just the lack of air but his arms slide off from around Shun’s neck and pushes him away. He hides his face with an embarrassed groan. Shun however looks unperturbed.
“You should no better than to barge in! I could have had a girl in!”
Jun suddenly recovers from his shock and feels oddly indignant. How dare Shun try to pin this on him? He’s the one suffering from trauma and possible brain damage.
“You told me it was a guy’s night in!”
“It is!”
“What the hell man! Is this what you do? Are you two like going out or something?”
“NO!” Toma and Shun both cry out in horror. Jun thinks it’s ridiculous they should act so offended. After what he’s just seen anyone would piece it to mean just that.
Toma kneels on the floor still looking embarrassed and settling somewhere far from Shun.
“Then is this some sleep over game?” Jun asks with hardly masked incredulity, “Remind me to never hang with either of you again! Much rather take out that pig of a Masuda or Riida”
Toma looks like he’s about to crawl into some hole before he looks back at Jun, “You could call it that” He admits finally.
Shun sighs, “You might not believe me but we’ve got nothing going on, alright?” Jun makes a noise in his throat that’s a cross between disbelief and disgust, “Toma’s just got really soft lips.”
Toma’s cheeks flared red as Jun looked at Toma in alarm, “So? I mean we all take care of ourselves. I have soft lips too!” Jun presses his fingers against his lips as though checking for softness.
“No, no! It’s totally an unreal kind of soft like cotton candy or something. In fact Toma in general is kind of soft.” Toma started scrabbling at the floor as though trying to dig out that non-existent hole, “Shun, shut up!” He muttered darkly
Jun only looked even more sceptic, “Fine even if that’s so it’s really uncalled for, I thought you were seeing someone?” Jun looked at Toma this time.
“Dumped.” Shun supplied when Toma seemed like he would avoid the question completely, “Yeah, it’s like something we do when we’re both single at too tired to go for girl hunting I guess.”
“You mean it’s happened before?” Jun thinks it’s only right he’s horrified.
“Occassionally, ever since Hana Kimi.”
“Oh god!” Jun makes a fake fainting gesture.
“Oi! Don’t get so cocky. I dare you to kiss him and not want to do it again!” Shun lightly pushed Toma so that he sort of fell forward only to catch himself into a position on all fours.
It looked like he was being offered (which he so totally was) but the alarming thing was he looked really cute and particularly delectable like that. Jun wants to crawl into some porthole and just go to some other dimension right now.
“Shun stop!” Toma shouted back at him annoyed but Shun only shoved him forward a little more so that when Toma turned his head back to Jun he was surprised with Jun’s face in front of his and a tentative nip on his lips.
Shun was so freaking right. Toma’s lips seemed to melt like cotton candy against the light brush of his tongue and even though it was just for a second it sent Jun’s head reeling.
Jun leant back in for a second nip and it surprised Toma. He wondered if he mirrored Toma’s bewildered expression.
Jun’s hands came up to caress the side of Toma’s face and for one moment Toma closed his eyes and leant into the touch.
Jun stopped thinking, he didn’t want to think, Shun was right he wanted to kiss Toma again and so he did; grabbing the back of his head, the soft hairs cut short barely scraping his nape and pulled him back in.
Somewhere in the background he heard Shun’s triumphant snicker and he still couldn’t care.
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Jun sighed.
What the hell just happened at Shun’s?
Jun was feeling inexplicably jealous that Shun had done this with Toma all these years. Why did it matter anyway? Why now?
Why did he wonder if Shun had done more than that?
Why did it make him sad that he might have?
He had run. Like the huge coward that he was. He ran from his feelings; His ridiculous feelings. Jun can’t believe he wants to get it on with his best friend after he’s been practically forced to kiss him.
Him.
Oh god, what has he gotten himself into?
He needs to shake this off. Somehow.
How?
How can he stop wanting to go back, hold Toma in his arms again, hear the way he’d softly mewl when he’d caress the sides of his face. How can he stop wanting to feel those sinfully soft lips against his again?
Toma who’s seen him during his awkward years, who’s seen him grow out of them, out of his insecurities and fears, who’s seen him deal with fame and power and stress and criticism. Who’s known him before all that, while he was still a snooty little kid?
Is it so unbelievable that he might love him?
Jun sighed as he lighted a cigarette. Smoking makes his teeth rot which is obviously a more imminent concern than his disintegrating lungs but sometimes he feels like tearing his own hair out and for the sake of his hair he smokes.
He hates smoking and he shakes a little as he puts the stick lightly to his lips. He feels calmer the next time Toma’s face, features softened in vulnerability flashes through his head and he feels thankful for the warm smoke that dissipates into the air around his face.
The door clicks and there are footsteps, soft and cautious ones into the dark living room.
Jun takes a long drag, hopes with a sinking heart that it isn’t who he thinks it is and he prays more that anything else that it is him. The footsteps stop when they reach him. Jun’s doesn’t move from where he is lounging on his sofa looking at the ceiling.
“It isn’t that way with Shun.”
The deep voice low and reverberating across the dark room. Jun remembers a time when it was still boyish and high pitched.
He’s known him for so long, why now?
“Is it relevant?” He tried to make rings from his mouth when he blew the poison out but he’s out of touch.
“I don’t know it just felt relevant.” Toma’s feet shuffle nervously.
“Since when are you awkward in my house?”
“Since when do you smoke?” Toma plucked the half finished stick form his hands, “It rots your teeth remember?”
Jun chuckled, “I told you that.”
“You did to get me off it.”
Jun finally chanced a look at Toma who had settled himself on the adjourning couch.
“It isn’t the same with Shun.”
“You’re right it is relevant.”
Maybe he should stop kidding himself. He wants Toma so much.
“Told you it felt like that.” Toma got up discarded the cigarette after lighting it out and shuffled over to him to settle down on his thighs
“Once?”
“To get it out of our system.”
Jun’s already forgotten why he was speaking, losing himself in the doe brown eyes hovering above his.
Toma’s lips ghosted over his and he wound his arms around the slight hips, almost shivering from the warmth he emitted. Toma’s gained weight for his latest project and his hips are pleasantly layered with a thin film of flesh for Jun’s fingers to dig into.
Toma’s lips meet his softly, the sense of urgency egging them on a little while ago vanished completely as they moved softly against each other. It only seemed natural pulling Toma’s t-shirt over his head and trailing the muscles of his abdomen up to his pulsing neck.
It was natural having Toma’s own hand roving over his body, only natural when it flitted over the buttons of his shirt pulling them open.
Toma’s soft lips detached from his and slid down his neck, brushed across a nipple and Jun gasped. Toma looked at him apologetically but fit his lips around his nipples anyway, licking unsurely now and then.
Jun sighed, curling his hands through Toma’s jet black locks as he nibbled on the skin.
Jun hooked a finger into the loops of Toma’s jeans and pulled it down. It was too snugly fit to slide down the narrow hips but it sent the message and Toma broke off sitting back on the other side of the sofa.
He paused for a while tracing the waistband of his own jeans before slowly popping the button open. In a way Jun couldn’t believe it even when Toma scrambled up on his knees and shimmied out of his pants.
Jun pulled Toma to the bedroom dropping the last of the fabric that separated them before Toma fell onto the bed and Jun crawled on top of him. He appreciated the way the bed dented to curve the soft lines and arcs of Toma’s body. He trailed those lines for a moment, trying to memorize them the ominous ‘once’ circling his head.
Heart already heavy that it’s the only time.
Toma made a strangled sound, half impatient at Jun’s stalling and half embarrassed at his intense gaze. He lifted his hips until it fit around Jun’s and the room filled with their combined gasps.
His long fingers wrapped around Toma’s shaft and he felt Toma’s shudder against his chest.
And he got scared.
He pulled back suddenly tense against the pristine bed sheets.
Toma looked at him confusedly and that was the last thing he saw before he bolted to the bathroom, turning on his bath and calming down in its soothing familiar voice as it asked him what temperature he would like his water.
He wondered if he even had the courage left to drown.