BFF's Wedding Epilogue
Title: My Best Friend's Wedding
Epilogue
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC, JunMa, NinoToma, Sakuraiba
Rating: R-ish.
Summary: Nino is afraid of a failed honeymoon and a wastage of money.
Warnings: Failed Humour, Generic Story, General Sucky Writing and Careless Mistakes are plenty. Yes I am still making typos because I don’t think Finales need special care.
It could be said that on the day of the marriage. We were ‘worked up’ what with all the realizations and acceptance and the seeming change in relationship. We kissed a lot that day and held each other close, holding hands while we were on the late night train to our honeymoon destination.
But while we are here, alone in an onsen somewhere deep within the rural areas of Okinawa with no cell phones, family or excitement it’s a bit awkward.
It’s a recluse really and we go sightseeing during the day and cuddle at night. It’s not really a lover’s cuddle though we did make out once. But two days have passed and our last night on the so-called ‘honeymoon’ is looming.
Satoshi and I are returning from a waterfall, our t-shirts are sprayed with water. We’re not really wet but pleasantly cool and by the time we reach the onsen the sun has dried our clothes completely.
Our fingers are laced.
I must say, all the time our fingers are intertwined I can concentrate on nothing else but the fact of Satoshi’s calloused palms brushing against mine. My heart beats erratically, slow and then speeding up when he tightens his hold.
As far as physical affection goes as a married couple, Satoshi and I are so elementary it is shocking because as best friends we were always termed as too close for comfort.
Or maybe I’m just too aware of his presence and what he thinks about me. Before I could kick Satoshi awake and he would just snuggle up against me more and go back to sleep. Now when he falls asleep on the ride back drooling on my shoulder. I don’t have the will to wake him up. Sometimes when I look at Satoshi I feel my cheeks burn like a little girl because I remember that time when I had opened the door to an incessant ringing only to find a panting Satoshi whose lips were on mine before I could realize anything else.
Technically, he hasn’t said I love you but knowing Satoshi and his tendency to keep silent he’s expressed his love probably a hundred times by now.
One might think, why being naked around each other soaking in a hot spring hasn’t made us jump each other as of yet. Well, Mina though helpful with her sneaky secret filming techniques left the honeymoon part on MY sister. As is expected it isn’t a very expensive place so the hot spring is a large public one. Satoshi and I, I believe aren’t even past first base, let alone public sexual action.
But oh do I want to, jump him I mean, not have sex publicly.
The sun has almost set by the time we reach the onsen and Satoshi is in the mood for getting in the hot spring whereas I’m tired and satisfy myself with a bath. I don’t stop him from abandoning me for the spring and soon enough I miss him lying idly on the futon.
What is up with all this yearning?
Why am I Ninomiya Kazunari, the obvious stronger partner in this relationship acting like a stupid, accommodating housewife?
If I want Satoshi with me, he’ll bloody hell be here and if I think we should have sex we bloody hell will have sex on our freaking bloody honeymoon.
I curse and steam as I stomp on over to the spring, completely disregard the ‘no shoes’ rule and drag Satoshi out of there, giving him enough time to just throw the yukata over his dripping body.
Satoshi actually has the audacity to giggle as I pull him along the corridors, I hear a cheery whispered, “Kazu’s back~~” but I pay it no heed as I roughly throw him into our little room and I take a good look at Satoshi.
I look at Satoshi with his dripping hair, and loosely tied yukata, the tease of his toned abs and I really, I really…have no idea what to do with him.
And the longer I wait, the more confident he seems to get and soon from questioning expectancy Satoshi’s look changes to a self-satisfied smirk.
It was at this moment when Satoshi realized I was nervous about this that I had lost the battle.
I gulped, strengthened my jell-o insides and tried to snap at him, “You’re wasting a perfectly good honeymoon!”
He widened his eyes at me in feigned innocence because I could actually feel how his posture had become surer with my pathetic attempt at scolding him.
“How do you spend a good honeymoon, then?” He said slowly, quite unfeelingly but his gaze was steady, teasing. I was starting to feel cornered.
I had a lot of ideas on how a honeymoon is spent but my throat choked up and I couldn’t find words to say them.
“Well…you…” You could say I had this internal struggle over how a part of me who thought Satoshi would always be my best friend and refused to believe the other who really, really wants Satoshi and is telling it that he’s there and he’s real and he’s all mine to take.
He’s caressing my cheek and suddenly I feel his wet but really warm form pressed against mine and he holds me close, rubs little circles on my nape with his thumb while the other finger curl into the short hair there.
I relax and after a bit of hesitation wind my hands around him as well.
He sighs and softly says my name. I don’t know what it means but I don’t say anything.
“I’ve been a bad husband,” He mumbles gently into my shoulder, “I should have paid more attention to you.”
I start feeling like an unhappy, neglected wife and the only thing I can do to reassure myself of my manhood is to deny it verbally.
“You’re the wife.” I say weakly
“Sure I am.”
He sounds…condescending. Well I’ll be damned. I really don’t care how much I want Satoshi I am not going to stand thi-
He kisses me and it silences my querulous thoughts. The feeling is so amazing and still so fresh and unexplored that I don’t mind fucking pride.
Satoshi’s hands dip into the waistband of my pants, slowly pulling out the tucked in shirt and I suddenly realize that it’s happening.
I forget to take charge because I’ve imagined it happening so many times that I’ve considered all possible scenarios and the feel of Satoshi takes me back to those moments of intense yearning and by the time I’ve realized it I’m in one of those lesser imagined situations where Satoshi takes charge.
I don’t know how it happened but somehow or other we ended up laying on one of the futons (why in the world were there two?) kissing, the scrabbling at clothes, moaning and persistent exploratory touches most definitely leading us somewhere worth visiting.
Satoshi’s hands are tender and soft, I think I feel like one of those sculptures he’s made in his past time, Only when his hands trace the curves of my body they aren’t directing and molding it to fit his imagination but he’s fitting his imagination to learn them.
Satoshi is beautiful and while I’ve appreciated his naked form many time before, its never been like this, under this situation when his body has been so close and when I’m so wind up and he just winds me up more and more. I love Satoshi no matter how he is on the outside but the fact that he is beautiful just serves as a sensory overload.
Satoshi wasn’t actually dominant. He asked permission, he was still discussing, he cupped my cheek thread his spare hand through mine and asked in the softest voice if I was ready.
Well Satoshi, when you ask a question it’s common courtesy to leave room for a choice. When sexy questions are asked in an innocently oblivious manner it just becomes even sexier and I all but growled while trying to let him know I had prepared for this for so long and it’d be a shame if I weren’t ready yet.
Satoshi is gentle but then again I’d enjoy this even if he weren’t. How can I not enjoy it; Satoshi’s body moving against mine, his sensuous hips, the burn of his thrusts and the soft caring reassurance of the hand clasped into mine.
It was perfect.
The condom packet took too long to open; the belt of the yukata was tied in a much too complicated fashion for someone who was as turned on as me to comprehend, the feel of cold, hard tile through the thin sheets of the futon, they were all things that happened but blemishes pushed to the back of my head when Satoshi came calling out to me and I to him.
I forgot everything else but how perfect it was.
Us.
Tired.
Happy.
Together.
A/N: I’ve suddenly lost my ability to write PWP but you get the picture, yes?
Like I said the sidestories won't be promoted. If you're interested you should check back in a week if you're not watching the comm already and could someone possible promote this one for me XD....Cam? Joyce? Syu? Sick? Whoever loves me? PWEASE?
A/N 2: I already have the plot for my next JunMa series. I'll start posting it right after I finish captivated. And it's a proper series like with sizeable chapters and not just drabbles XD
Epilogue
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC, JunMa, NinoToma, Sakuraiba
Rating: R-ish.
Summary: Nino is afraid of a failed honeymoon and a wastage of money.
Warnings: Failed Humour, Generic Story, General Sucky Writing and Careless Mistakes are plenty. Yes I am still making typos because I don’t think Finales need special care.
It could be said that on the day of the marriage. We were ‘worked up’ what with all the realizations and acceptance and the seeming change in relationship. We kissed a lot that day and held each other close, holding hands while we were on the late night train to our honeymoon destination.
But while we are here, alone in an onsen somewhere deep within the rural areas of Okinawa with no cell phones, family or excitement it’s a bit awkward.
It’s a recluse really and we go sightseeing during the day and cuddle at night. It’s not really a lover’s cuddle though we did make out once. But two days have passed and our last night on the so-called ‘honeymoon’ is looming.
Satoshi and I are returning from a waterfall, our t-shirts are sprayed with water. We’re not really wet but pleasantly cool and by the time we reach the onsen the sun has dried our clothes completely.
Our fingers are laced.
I must say, all the time our fingers are intertwined I can concentrate on nothing else but the fact of Satoshi’s calloused palms brushing against mine. My heart beats erratically, slow and then speeding up when he tightens his hold.
As far as physical affection goes as a married couple, Satoshi and I are so elementary it is shocking because as best friends we were always termed as too close for comfort.
Or maybe I’m just too aware of his presence and what he thinks about me. Before I could kick Satoshi awake and he would just snuggle up against me more and go back to sleep. Now when he falls asleep on the ride back drooling on my shoulder. I don’t have the will to wake him up. Sometimes when I look at Satoshi I feel my cheeks burn like a little girl because I remember that time when I had opened the door to an incessant ringing only to find a panting Satoshi whose lips were on mine before I could realize anything else.
Technically, he hasn’t said I love you but knowing Satoshi and his tendency to keep silent he’s expressed his love probably a hundred times by now.
One might think, why being naked around each other soaking in a hot spring hasn’t made us jump each other as of yet. Well, Mina though helpful with her sneaky secret filming techniques left the honeymoon part on MY sister. As is expected it isn’t a very expensive place so the hot spring is a large public one. Satoshi and I, I believe aren’t even past first base, let alone public sexual action.
But oh do I want to, jump him I mean, not have sex publicly.
The sun has almost set by the time we reach the onsen and Satoshi is in the mood for getting in the hot spring whereas I’m tired and satisfy myself with a bath. I don’t stop him from abandoning me for the spring and soon enough I miss him lying idly on the futon.
What is up with all this yearning?
Why am I Ninomiya Kazunari, the obvious stronger partner in this relationship acting like a stupid, accommodating housewife?
If I want Satoshi with me, he’ll bloody hell be here and if I think we should have sex we bloody hell will have sex on our freaking bloody honeymoon.
I curse and steam as I stomp on over to the spring, completely disregard the ‘no shoes’ rule and drag Satoshi out of there, giving him enough time to just throw the yukata over his dripping body.
Satoshi actually has the audacity to giggle as I pull him along the corridors, I hear a cheery whispered, “Kazu’s back~~” but I pay it no heed as I roughly throw him into our little room and I take a good look at Satoshi.
I look at Satoshi with his dripping hair, and loosely tied yukata, the tease of his toned abs and I really, I really…have no idea what to do with him.
And the longer I wait, the more confident he seems to get and soon from questioning expectancy Satoshi’s look changes to a self-satisfied smirk.
It was at this moment when Satoshi realized I was nervous about this that I had lost the battle.
I gulped, strengthened my jell-o insides and tried to snap at him, “You’re wasting a perfectly good honeymoon!”
He widened his eyes at me in feigned innocence because I could actually feel how his posture had become surer with my pathetic attempt at scolding him.
“How do you spend a good honeymoon, then?” He said slowly, quite unfeelingly but his gaze was steady, teasing. I was starting to feel cornered.
I had a lot of ideas on how a honeymoon is spent but my throat choked up and I couldn’t find words to say them.
“Well…you…” You could say I had this internal struggle over how a part of me who thought Satoshi would always be my best friend and refused to believe the other who really, really wants Satoshi and is telling it that he’s there and he’s real and he’s all mine to take.
He’s caressing my cheek and suddenly I feel his wet but really warm form pressed against mine and he holds me close, rubs little circles on my nape with his thumb while the other finger curl into the short hair there.
I relax and after a bit of hesitation wind my hands around him as well.
He sighs and softly says my name. I don’t know what it means but I don’t say anything.
“I’ve been a bad husband,” He mumbles gently into my shoulder, “I should have paid more attention to you.”
I start feeling like an unhappy, neglected wife and the only thing I can do to reassure myself of my manhood is to deny it verbally.
“You’re the wife.” I say weakly
“Sure I am.”
He sounds…condescending. Well I’ll be damned. I really don’t care how much I want Satoshi I am not going to stand thi-
He kisses me and it silences my querulous thoughts. The feeling is so amazing and still so fresh and unexplored that I don’t mind fucking pride.
Satoshi’s hands dip into the waistband of my pants, slowly pulling out the tucked in shirt and I suddenly realize that it’s happening.
I forget to take charge because I’ve imagined it happening so many times that I’ve considered all possible scenarios and the feel of Satoshi takes me back to those moments of intense yearning and by the time I’ve realized it I’m in one of those lesser imagined situations where Satoshi takes charge.
I don’t know how it happened but somehow or other we ended up laying on one of the futons (why in the world were there two?) kissing, the scrabbling at clothes, moaning and persistent exploratory touches most definitely leading us somewhere worth visiting.
Satoshi’s hands are tender and soft, I think I feel like one of those sculptures he’s made in his past time, Only when his hands trace the curves of my body they aren’t directing and molding it to fit his imagination but he’s fitting his imagination to learn them.
Satoshi is beautiful and while I’ve appreciated his naked form many time before, its never been like this, under this situation when his body has been so close and when I’m so wind up and he just winds me up more and more. I love Satoshi no matter how he is on the outside but the fact that he is beautiful just serves as a sensory overload.
Satoshi wasn’t actually dominant. He asked permission, he was still discussing, he cupped my cheek thread his spare hand through mine and asked in the softest voice if I was ready.
Well Satoshi, when you ask a question it’s common courtesy to leave room for a choice. When sexy questions are asked in an innocently oblivious manner it just becomes even sexier and I all but growled while trying to let him know I had prepared for this for so long and it’d be a shame if I weren’t ready yet.
Satoshi is gentle but then again I’d enjoy this even if he weren’t. How can I not enjoy it; Satoshi’s body moving against mine, his sensuous hips, the burn of his thrusts and the soft caring reassurance of the hand clasped into mine.
It was perfect.
The condom packet took too long to open; the belt of the yukata was tied in a much too complicated fashion for someone who was as turned on as me to comprehend, the feel of cold, hard tile through the thin sheets of the futon, they were all things that happened but blemishes pushed to the back of my head when Satoshi came calling out to me and I to him.
I forgot everything else but how perfect it was.
Us.
Tired.
Happy.
Together.
A/N: I’ve suddenly lost my ability to write PWP but you get the picture, yes?
Like I said the sidestories won't be promoted. If you're interested you should check back in a week if you're not watching the comm already and could someone possible promote this one for me XD....Cam? Joyce? Syu? Sick? Whoever loves me? PWEASE?
A/N 2: I already have the plot for my next JunMa series. I'll start posting it right after I finish captivated. And it's a proper series like with sizeable chapters and not just drabbles XD