Faze
Title:Faze
Pairing: JunMa
Rating:PG
Genre: Angst
Drunken one night stands are awesome.
No commitment, no guilt, instant pleasure.
Until of course you find out that you’ve just fucked your best friend.
Who’s male.
And it’s worse so when you are too.
That is some serious fuck.
Toma can only stare at Jun and by how Jun stares back at him that’s the only thing he can do too. Too afraid of moving, of getting out from under the sheets, of facing a nakedness that they weren’t used to. Like a delicate equilibrium that would tilt with the slightest of a humane gesture.
Toma thinks it’s weird how he remembers everything so clearly. How Jun looked at him from above, how comforting his weight was on top of him, how Jun’s aroused face aroused him in turn, how hot he was when he came and how that drove him to his own zenith.
Toma caught himself thinking if he was as satisfying to Jun as Jun was to him. Why was it that he remembered so clearly through the haze of last night’s alcohol and the throng of this morning’s headache? Why was it that the only time he needed to forget, he remembered?
Toma resigned to whatever Jun would deem fit to be done next, too tired to contemplate what the right path was or more precisely what was less awkward.
Jun stirred.
Toma held his breath.
This was it, either things would be back to as it was or in a horrible mess.
Jun turned his head away and he sat like that, mute for a while staring out through the window. Toma tried to settle with the oppressing silence for a little while longer before deciding to speak up.
“You can use the shower if you want.”
Jun turned to him once more and shook his head, grabbing his clothes strewn haphazardly over the floor. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. For a moment the thought of pushing them back off those narrow hips and kissing him occurred to him.
The urge was stronger and clearer than last night’s had been but he quashed it down with difficulty as he watched with a increasingly drying throat how Jun dressed without acknowledging Toma’s presence and headed for the door.
He wanted to stop him, yell at him, order him, beg him to stay with him. But it was useless, so why try? To ruin the little bit of whatever friendship that right now weakly threaded them together. So Toma stayed silent, scratching the bed dejectedly as Jun walked out of the apartment.
Maybe in time they would forget but the way his body trembled with the want for Jun barely a minute after he left, he knew that it wouldn’t be easy. Toma knew it was best to not acknowledge it, but his tears did.
Pairing: JunMa
Rating:PG
Genre: Angst
Drunken one night stands are awesome.
No commitment, no guilt, instant pleasure.
Until of course you find out that you’ve just fucked your best friend.
Who’s male.
And it’s worse so when you are too.
That is some serious fuck.
Toma can only stare at Jun and by how Jun stares back at him that’s the only thing he can do too. Too afraid of moving, of getting out from under the sheets, of facing a nakedness that they weren’t used to. Like a delicate equilibrium that would tilt with the slightest of a humane gesture.
Toma thinks it’s weird how he remembers everything so clearly. How Jun looked at him from above, how comforting his weight was on top of him, how Jun’s aroused face aroused him in turn, how hot he was when he came and how that drove him to his own zenith.
Toma caught himself thinking if he was as satisfying to Jun as Jun was to him. Why was it that he remembered so clearly through the haze of last night’s alcohol and the throng of this morning’s headache? Why was it that the only time he needed to forget, he remembered?
Toma resigned to whatever Jun would deem fit to be done next, too tired to contemplate what the right path was or more precisely what was less awkward.
Jun stirred.
Toma held his breath.
This was it, either things would be back to as it was or in a horrible mess.
Jun turned his head away and he sat like that, mute for a while staring out through the window. Toma tried to settle with the oppressing silence for a little while longer before deciding to speak up.
“You can use the shower if you want.”
Jun turned to him once more and shook his head, grabbing his clothes strewn haphazardly over the floor. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. For a moment the thought of pushing them back off those narrow hips and kissing him occurred to him.
The urge was stronger and clearer than last night’s had been but he quashed it down with difficulty as he watched with a increasingly drying throat how Jun dressed without acknowledging Toma’s presence and headed for the door.
He wanted to stop him, yell at him, order him, beg him to stay with him. But it was useless, so why try? To ruin the little bit of whatever friendship that right now weakly threaded them together. So Toma stayed silent, scratching the bed dejectedly as Jun walked out of the apartment.
Maybe in time they would forget but the way his body trembled with the want for Jun barely a minute after he left, he knew that it wouldn’t be easy. Toma knew it was best to not acknowledge it, but his tears did.