Captivated (Three)
Three
Jun jerked awake to a loud clatter. Instead of running into the kitchen where the sound appeared to have come from he dashed inside the bedroom outside which he was dozing off for the night.
Jun’s heart sank at the empty bed.
Oh no...
He rushed out this time towards the kitchen praying that he taking Toma’s safety lightly didn’t cost them.
He stopped short, very annoyed at the frenzied make out session beside shards of broken glass that must have once been a plate, that greeted him instead of a bloody corpse as he had expected.
He was however relieved.
That again switched to annoyance at Yamashita slithering down Toma’s body while the latter gasped supporting himself on a counter.
Toma lifted his eyes from Yamashita kneeling in front of him, his face contorted in ecstasy. His glazed eyes still managed to look into Jun’s as his body rocked to whatever beat Yamashita must have been setting upon his crotch.
Jun forgot whatever it was he was planning to distract them.
Toma moaned at a distinct sound of a zipper and he tore his gaze away from Jun’s to look at Yamashita, to cup his face.
Just like that the spell on Jun was broken and he reached for the wine glass whose counterpart was already on the floor in fragments, decided that it was time for this one to join the other.
The two jumped at the clatter of breaking glass and Yamashita sprang up surprised, fearful of being caught by someone much worse than Jun. Toma on the other hand looked slightly amused as though he expected nothing less, though a little pained as he constricted his erection back into the modest space of his jeans.
“Ikuta-san go to bed.” Jun instructs and Toma walks effortlessly past as though he’s been caught doing nothing more sinister than working late. Jun pulls up Toma’s shirt hanging indecently off one shoulder so that it covers him properly and his smirk only intensifies.
The lack of embarrassment leaves Jun disgruntled.
“What the hell are you thinking?” He lowers his voice into a whisper, “fucking Shachou’s new toy where anyone can find you two because of that entire ruckus!”
Yamashita at least has the decency to look flustered. The apology lingers in the air but Jun knows Yamashita will never utter it.
“Clean up the mess.” He knows Yamashita will take the order just so as to assure that Jun won’t spread the word.
Jun turns his back to Yamashita crouching on the floor collecting shards of glass.
Jun is pulled to be slammed against the wall as soon as he steps out of the kitchen.
“Matsumoto-san your concern for me is heart-warming.” Toma whispers into his ear, nuzzles his neck as soon as the hot breath skirts past.
“But you should take care of me better.” Toma shudders against his body pushing his crotch against Jun’s so he can feel what aspect of Toma needs the most care right now.
Jun gasped pushing him away, “You can take care of yourself.”
Toma pouted to hide how offended he was at being pushed away. Jun could still catch onto the faint flares of anger in his eyes. Clearly he wasn’t used to rejection and Jun felt satisfied to have been one of the few with such commendable self-control.
Toma walked back into the kitchen defiantly and after some shuffling came back out with a Yamashita in tow. He held Yamashita’s wrist tightly as he guided him to his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Jun sighed and went to finish cleaning the kitchen.
A/N: For camaronzin and 0_konayuki_0 who are too much love to ignore. I'm starting to realize the stupid updates are too long to be drabbles!
Jun jerked awake to a loud clatter. Instead of running into the kitchen where the sound appeared to have come from he dashed inside the bedroom outside which he was dozing off for the night.
Jun’s heart sank at the empty bed.
Oh no...
He rushed out this time towards the kitchen praying that he taking Toma’s safety lightly didn’t cost them.
He stopped short, very annoyed at the frenzied make out session beside shards of broken glass that must have once been a plate, that greeted him instead of a bloody corpse as he had expected.
He was however relieved.
That again switched to annoyance at Yamashita slithering down Toma’s body while the latter gasped supporting himself on a counter.
Toma lifted his eyes from Yamashita kneeling in front of him, his face contorted in ecstasy. His glazed eyes still managed to look into Jun’s as his body rocked to whatever beat Yamashita must have been setting upon his crotch.
Jun forgot whatever it was he was planning to distract them.
Toma moaned at a distinct sound of a zipper and he tore his gaze away from Jun’s to look at Yamashita, to cup his face.
Just like that the spell on Jun was broken and he reached for the wine glass whose counterpart was already on the floor in fragments, decided that it was time for this one to join the other.
The two jumped at the clatter of breaking glass and Yamashita sprang up surprised, fearful of being caught by someone much worse than Jun. Toma on the other hand looked slightly amused as though he expected nothing less, though a little pained as he constricted his erection back into the modest space of his jeans.
“Ikuta-san go to bed.” Jun instructs and Toma walks effortlessly past as though he’s been caught doing nothing more sinister than working late. Jun pulls up Toma’s shirt hanging indecently off one shoulder so that it covers him properly and his smirk only intensifies.
The lack of embarrassment leaves Jun disgruntled.
“What the hell are you thinking?” He lowers his voice into a whisper, “fucking Shachou’s new toy where anyone can find you two because of that entire ruckus!”
Yamashita at least has the decency to look flustered. The apology lingers in the air but Jun knows Yamashita will never utter it.
“Clean up the mess.” He knows Yamashita will take the order just so as to assure that Jun won’t spread the word.
Jun turns his back to Yamashita crouching on the floor collecting shards of glass.
Jun is pulled to be slammed against the wall as soon as he steps out of the kitchen.
“Matsumoto-san your concern for me is heart-warming.” Toma whispers into his ear, nuzzles his neck as soon as the hot breath skirts past.
“But you should take care of me better.” Toma shudders against his body pushing his crotch against Jun’s so he can feel what aspect of Toma needs the most care right now.
Jun gasped pushing him away, “You can take care of yourself.”
Toma pouted to hide how offended he was at being pushed away. Jun could still catch onto the faint flares of anger in his eyes. Clearly he wasn’t used to rejection and Jun felt satisfied to have been one of the few with such commendable self-control.
Toma walked back into the kitchen defiantly and after some shuffling came back out with a Yamashita in tow. He held Yamashita’s wrist tightly as he guided him to his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Jun sighed and went to finish cleaning the kitchen.
A/N: For camaronzin and 0_konayuki_0 who are too much love to ignore. I'm starting to realize the stupid updates are too long to be drabbles!