life is there to interrupt
Because I'm not exactly sure how much I'm going to be around on Sunday and - oh, screw it, I've had this sitting on my flash drive for almost three weeks now. What's three days early? Originally written as a birthday present to myself, though I hope it's something that everyone can enjoy! :)
Title: Circled Game
Author: waxrose
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jun/Arashi, Arashi/Arashi
Length: ~4,000 words
Author's Notes: crazychickencow is an amazing, lovely - and very patient - person. ♥
Summary: In which Aiba lacks subtlety, Nino plays dirty, Ohno makes it look easy and Sho is an unintended casualty of his bandmates' antics.
circled game: a sportsbook betting term. a circled game is one in which action is limited by the sportsbook. factors that make a game circled include injuries, unpredictable weather, added games, etc.
"I bet," Aiba announces out of the blue, lying half-on and half-off of Nino on the couch, "I bet you that I could seduce Matsujun before you could."
Sho makes a dying sort of noise from where he is sitting right behind Aiba, with Aiba's feet kicking softly in his lap, pinning down a pile of discarded newspaper sections.
Nino's eyes never stray from his DS screen. "Could not."
"Could so."
"Why -" Sho interjected, pushing Aiba's feet off his lap in disgust, "Are you two even arguing about this?"
"You're not subtle enough." Nino hisses in triumph under his breath as his game bleeps a small string of happy music. "God, finally killed that bastard - I mean, it's Jun. You can't just stick your hand in his pants and say 'Let's go.'"
"Have you ever tried?" Aiba wiggles a little, poking at Nino's shoulder blades.
"I know better."
"I think that only works on Aiba-chan," Ohno added, lifting his face from his bento long enough to contribute to the conversation.
"Leader, you have rice on your nose." Nino grunts comfortably as Aiba crawls fully onto his back, draping over him like a giant, warm, heavy blanket. "See, Jun-kun is tricky. And therefore, I would win, because I know how he ticks."
"We-ell, if you're that confident..." Aiba's face is buried in the back of Nino's neck, but Nino can almost feel the wide curve of his smile against his skin.
"Loser buys drinks for a month." Nino says challengingly. "And foot massages - every day."
Aiba pulls himself into a sitting position, half-straddling Nino. "Tying him down doesn't count," he informs a rapt Ohno and Nino, ignoring Sho's whimper. "Or forced blow-jobs. And Jun has to actually admit that it happened if there weren't any witnesses."
"Witnesses?" Sho looks fearful.
"Deal." Nino twists around enough to grab Aiba's hand in a rough clasp.
Ohno raises his hand. "Can I get in on this too?"
"I won't lose to you, Captain!" Aiba nearly falls off the couch trying to shake Ohno's hand, but at least it saved Sho from pushing him off.
"Count me out of this one," Sho says, watching as Ohno and Aiba's handshake descended into a wild ticklefight.
"That's all right." Nino pats Sho's knee reassuringly. "Sho-kun can be the judge."
*
Aiba might have forgotten to mention to Nino that he already had plans to go drinking with Jun that night (well, more like designed an elaborate lie about cleaning house and going to bed early and watering his houseplants), but it was all in the spirit of the game. Fair competition. To the victor the spoils, and all that. Aiba tries explaining a bit of this to Jun, who gets increasingly pissed-off with every drink while Aiba starts to feel fluid and pleased, excitement buzzing under his skin.
"Don't spill your drink," Jun warns him, catching his wrist as Aiba's expressive hand flails a little too close to Jun's new designer, stonewashed, dramatically torn jeans. He doesn't let go of Aiba's hand though, and when Aiba peers up at him from under his eyelashes, Jun's mouth is curled into a smirk, knowing and dark and wanting.
Aiba lets his brain fizz around in his skull when Jun rubs his thumb against the beat of Aiba's pulse under his wrist and thinks happily that he has totally won.
Aiba keeps his hands to himself as they walk, humming to himself tunelessly and being careful not to lean against Jun's side noticeably in the elevator. The minute that Jun carefully locks his door behind them, he molds himself against Jun's back, pressing slow kisses to the back of Jun's neck while his fingers slide up Jun's sides under his shirt.
"Mmm." Jun turns around in Aiba's arms, curling one hand around the back of Aiba's neck and tugging him forward for a real kiss, open-mouthed and dirty. Aiba's hands pull his shirt up inch by careful inch until it's rucked under Jun's armpits.
Jun's skin is hot, Aiba could feel it clear through his own jacket. Aiba closes his eyes and lets himself be backed up against the door, sucking on Jun's tongue until Jun makes a whining little noise into Aiba's mouth that shoots white hot heat down Aiba's spine. He slides a hand around Jun's waist, slipping it beneath the waistband of Jun's jeans to clutch at his ass, pulling them closer against each other.
They break apart for air and Jun totters against him a little, unsteady and just drunk enough to have lost his reserve. He leans against Aiba, one arm planted on either side of his shoulders on the door and nips at Aiba's neck, keeping their hips pressed together.
"You planning to stay?" he breathes against Aiba's skin, rocking his hips forward a little.
"Ah." Aiba smiles; he can't help it. Jun grinds his hips lazily against his and he rocks back, muffling his giggles into Jun's shoulder. "'M knew it."
"Knew what?" Jun licks at the underside of Aiba's jaw, one hand slipping lower to palm at the erection tenting Aiba's jeans. "Hmm?"
"Knew I'd win," Aiba slurs, shoulders shaking with every giggle.
"-win what?" Aiba barely hears Jun say it, because all he can think about is Nino's indignant expression the next day and the glorious prospect of Nino's humiliation for an entire month. He isn't quite sure whether he says this out loud or not, or what he says at all, (and why shouldn't he? Jun enjoys Nino's pain more than anyone) he can barely figure out whether or not he was breathing around the butterfly light kisses Jun is trailing down this throat.
But he must have said something, because Jun's expression is dark when he pulls back suddenly, and before Aiba can say something, there's a shove and a loud click and when the world stops tilting, Aiba finds himself staring cross-eyed at the carpeting of the hallway outside of Jun's apartment.
*
"But it still counts, doesn't it? We were making out!"
Nino gives him a disgusted look. "What are you, in junior high?"
*
Jun's eyes narrow when Nino pushes the tall, steaming cup of coffee across the table towards him - not an extraordinary feat, really, considering that he looks like he had slept a grand total of two minutes and seems to have settled for a menacing squint at the world until his eyes stop burning.
"I'm not going to sleep with you just because you brought me caffeine," he informs Nino haughtily, between sips.
"I should hope not." Nino pushes a paper bag towards him. "There's muffins too."
"Aiba told me about your bet." Jun peers inside the bag. "What, no cinnamon ones?"
"These are good for you. They have fruit and seeds and stuff. Nuts." Nino watches Jun carefully pick apart a blueberry one. "You look tense."
Jun gives him a Look. "Word has it that there's a price on my good name. Anyone who knew you morons would be paranoid."
"Look, no one is out to get you." Jun looks skeptical. "Really. Do you want a massage?"
Jun snorts. "And I thought Aiba wasn't subtle."
"This has nothing to do with any bet." Nino walks around the table, getting his hands on Jun's shoulders before Jun can swat them away. He flexes his fingers, kneading his thumbs into the tense muscles around Jun's neck.
Jun gives a low, almost inaudible moan, tipping his head forward as Nino's fingers roam upwards, scritching behind his ears.
"Better?" Nino murmurs, working on a knot above Jun's left shoulder blade. Jun is silent and still, but Nino can feel the slow loosening of his shoulders, the way his posture slumps a little in his chair. "Why don't you take your shirt off, hmm?"
Jun laughs. "Smooth."
"I'm being serious." Nino brushes his lips against Jun's ear, hands moving slower. "Our Aiba-chan got you all hot and bothered and that's partly my fault. Let me make it up to you? All bets off."
"Am I supposed to believe that?" But despite his words, Jun is arching into Nino's touch, lifting one hand to let his fingers slide against the soft skin of Nino's cheek. Nino tugs at Jun's earlobe lightly with his teeth to mask a smirk, getting his hands under Jun's t-shirt and tugging it up.
Jun tosses his shirt onto the table, reaching for Nino as he swivels the chair around, slipping into the chair easily and straddling Jun's lap. Jun's kisses are short, biting and unmistakably sweet, bleeding out frustration. Nino cups Jun's face in both hands, careful to keep his balance in the chair as he rolls his hips against Jun, taking control of the kisses and making them slower, sweeter, longer.
There are three, long, loud careful knocks on the door and Jun's eyes widen, hand scrabbling for his shirt on the table as he tries to push Nino off of him - but Nino clings like a bur, using his legs and arms to keep Jun in place as the door swung open.
Sho actually looks more resigned than surprised, but not very pleased at all.
"Oh good!" Nino tries to swivel the chair to the side to afford Sho a better view of Jun, shirtless, breathless and confused, pinned beneath Nino. "A witness."
Sho closes his eyes, sighing. "I really hate you," he says, with feeling.
Aiba pops his head into the room over Sho's shoulder. "It doesn't count if he isn't completely naked!" he tells Nino accusingly.
"Keep watching," Nino answers sweetly, fingers inching towards Jun's belt until Jun catches his hand in a painful grip, dumping the smaller man unceremoniously out of the chair and onto the floor.
"Sho." Jun grabs his shirt, nearly knocking over his coffee as he pulls it on. "If you don't get them out of this room in the next five seconds, I refuse to be responsible for what I do next."
*
Ohno is patient and calm and - well, actually he almost forgets entirely about the bet until Jun pulls him aside after their interview that afternoon and asks him for some advice on the choreography for the new single. The PV filming starts in about a week and Ohno has noticed that Jun is having a worse time of it than usual, but he knows Jun and didn't want to hurt his pride by asking before Jun came to him on his own.
"It gets harder here," Ohno admits, hands on his hips and facing the mirror as the track slides out from the main chorus, beat picking up and rhythm growing steadily faster. "Which part are you having trouble with?"
"Here." Jun waits a beat, then two, demonstrating the part where they change positions for the first time. "When you go up front and Nino and I -"
"Ah." Ohno steps in directly behind Jun, hands guiding his hips until they're both facing the mirror. "So, after you turn, there's a half-turn to the side and then you step over towards Aiba." He slides with Jun, stretching his legs to match Jun's long strides.
Jun is silent, concentrating on his pace, setting himself to the rhythm. "I never remember that half-turn," he growls, as Ohno leads him through it for the third time.
"You just need to keep doing it until you do." Ohno shifts his hands lower on Jun's waist, still moving with him. "I still can't get the part where my piece is different from everyone else's, during my solo bit. Do you remember it?"
"No." Jun leans back into Ohno a little as the track winds to a close. "You stayed behind alone for that, remember? Since it was already late."
"Did you want to see it?" Ohno asks, something mischievous sparking in his mind. "It's slower than I'm used to." He rolls his hips slowly against Jun's backside, smiling when Jun looks up and meets his eyes in the mirror, surprised.
"Really?" Jun turns around in Ohno's grip, letting Ohno's arms wrap firmly again around his waist. He presses close, letting his hips move smoothly, almost languidly back against Ohno's, with an almost catlike smile. "I think I'd like to see that."
"Just - mmm, wait until we hit that part in the song," Ohno answers as the CD loops, starting up the beginning of the same track, although he can barely get the words out around the punctuating, brief kisses he's pressing against Jun's lips.
Jun laughs at him, sliding out of his arms and kneeling on the floor, thumbs tugging down at Ohno's sweats to reveal an inch of bare skin, nuzzling and licking at his hipbones. "We've got time, then."
"Sure," Ohno agrees, tangling his fingers in Jun's hair. Between Jun's wet, warm mouth on his skin and the music thumping against the echoing walls of the practice room, Ohno barely registers the click of the door a minute later.
Jun must have heard right away, though, because he goes in about half a second from trying to take off Ohno's pants to earnestly tying Ohno's shoe, red-faced with what would have looked to anyone watching like extreme concentration.
"Matsumoto-kun?" Jun's current manager is a tiny, steel-like lady in her fifties, formidable and no-nonsense and (as Ohno discovered last month, after slight incident with Aiba in the hot springs of the ryokan they were staying at, amazingly discreet), "I've been trying to call you for the past 15 minutes. We've got to go over your schedule for the next week - there's been a few changes that I want to discuss with you."
"Right." Ohno blinks as Jun grabs his bag and jacket, bobbing his head at Ohno quickly on his way out the door. "Thank you for all of your help, Leader." The tips of Jun's ears are still flaming red, and Ohno can't help but feel a little cheated.
Nino is waiting out in the hallway when Ohno emerges, leaning on the wall across from the practice room and looking extremely smug.
"That wasn't very nice," Ohno says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall facing Nino.
"It isn't any fun if you don't play dirty." Nino shrugs. "Besides, even I haven't seen your new choreography." There is an undercurrent of playful jealousy in his tone.
"I could show you," Ohno offers. He smiles at Nino, eyes half-lidded, a little bit wicked.
Nino gives him a pleased little half-smile in return, grabbing Ohno by the wrist and dragging him back into the studio.
"Leader never remembers to lock the door," he sighs fondly, taking care of it while Ohno takes care of Nino's belt.
*
Jun barely has time to grab something to eat for dinner before leaving for the Shukudai-kun filming and he's groggy and slightly pissed off by the time the van pulls up to the studio. It had been one of those long, long days and unfortunately, it was still far from over. If he was lucky, he could at least avoid getting dragged out for drinks after. God only knew what Aiba would try this time. He also made a mental note to avoid Nino and dark corners.
He isn't the first one there, but he's the first on ready to go on-set - the wardrobe staff seems to have misplaced Aiba's pants, and Nino is hogging Leader's attention with a new magic trick.
"Matsumoto-kun?" One of the ADs popped up beside him, clutching a clipboard. "If you're going to the break room, could you check if Sakurai-kun is around there? Make-up said he wandered in that general direction."
"Fine." Jun sets off, a bit glad for the quiet of the hallways, away from the noise and bustle of the studio set. Even his hairspray is starting to give him a headache.
Sho is indeed in their dressing room, sprawled out on his side on the couch and snoring softly. He's inexplicably shirtless, but luckily his hair looks intact, so he would probably avoid a lecture if Jun can wake him up in time.
He leans over Sho, shaking his shoulder softly. "Hey, Sho."
Sho gives a rather whistly snort, head shifting closer down into the cushions. Jun kneels on the floor next to the couch, watching his face for a minute. Sho has been working harder than any of them lately, hopping between their shows, interviews, appearances and rehearsals, his work for Zero and for his new movie. He has been just a little quieter, more sullen and short-tempered lately and even Nino had stepped a little more carefully around him than usual.
Sho looks peaceful in his sleep, the lines around his eyes relaxing a little and his lips full, open slightly as he breathed deeply.
Jun bites his lip, fingers drumming against the sofa cushions as he considers the peacefully-sleeping Sho. He really hated to wake him up. He knew only too well how much he hated to be dragged out from a warm, sleepy state to smile for the cameras, to laugh and at pleasant with the guests on only a few precious hours of rest.
Jun leans forward, kissing the tip of Sho's nose. "Sho-chan, wake up." He keeps his voice low and soft. "I'm sorry, but we're starting the filming in a few minutes." He strokes Sho's hair back from his face a little as Sho's eyes crack open, peering sleepily up at Jun.
"S'time?" Sho asked, words barely audible around his sleep-thick tongue, lips moving heavily. He snuggles deeper into the couch, rubbing his cheek up against Jun's hand. "Nnngh, don't want to."
Jun kisses Sho's eyelids until they flutter, one hand still stroking Sho's hair. "I know. But you've got to, okay? You can sleep after we're done."
"Mmm." Sho rubs his nose against Jun, eyes still half-lidded and sleepy. The plump curve of his sleep-swollen lips was almost irresistible, so Jun kisses his mouth softly too. "You're being nicer than usual, Jun."
"Someone needs to take care of you." Jun climbs onto the couch, straddling Sho's legs and trying to haul him into a sitting position. "Up you go. Now, where's your shirt?"
Sho blinks at him. "I think Nino took it. Unless that was a dream." He stares up at Jun, brow wrinkled in concentration. "I'm pretty sure I was still wearing it when I laid down for a nap."
"Oh?" Something clicks in Jun's brain and he sits back on Sho's hips, examining Sho carefully. "Nino, was it?"
"I guess so. I heard him talking to Captain and someone was laughing, but I was too tired to - hey, Matsujun, what are you doi-?" Sho tries to swat Jun's hands away from his pants, but Jun has his button open and fly down before Sho can even finish his sentence, slipping his hand inside Sho's pants and rolling his palm against the front of Sho's boxers. His smile is sharp as Sho curses and pushes his hips up into Jun's hand with a wordless gasp.
"I take back what I said earlier," Jun whispers hotly against Sho's ear a minute later, still massaging Sho through his boxers. Sho is now fully hard and rocking his hips up into Jun's hand unashamedly, desperate for friction.
"Hmm?" Sho tries to clear the haze in his mind, kissing the side of Jun's neck. "What?"
There is a rush of cool air and Jun gracefully stands up from the couch, smirking openly as Sho blinked his confusion up at him.
"You're even less subtle than Aiba or Nino," Jun informs him. "It was a nice try, but you should know better to get in on their stupid bets. And you'd better hurry if you want to find your shirt - filming starts in just a few minutes now."
Sho props himself up on his elbows, watching incredulously as Jun leaves him alone in the room - leaving Sho shirtless and still half-asleep, and worst of all, worked up and hard as hell with no time to take care of it properly unless he wanted to be late and face the wrath of the program staff.
"...bet?" he asks the empty room out loud, confused
*
It barely fazes Jun the next day when he gets home from drama filming and there are four pairs of shoes sitting innocently in his entranceway. He locks the door behind him, deposits his bags of groceries on the kitchen counter and follows the trail of discarded clothing into his bedroom.
He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I don't recall ever giving any of you a key."
Aiba grins up at him from where he's apparently claimed the center of the bed, lying on his stomach and kicking his legs up in the air, apparently mostly oblivious to Nino giving Ohno a blowjob about two inches from his left ear. "Shun-chan let us in!" he informs Jun cheerfully.
"Oh my god." Jun hides his face in one hand. He peeks, out, scrutinizing Aiba's innocent expression. "Oh god. Please tell me that you didn't tell hi-"
"He really wanted to stay." Aiba looks impossibly happy for someone about an inch from painful, violent death. "But he had a date. He said he might stop by later."
"I'm barricading the door," Jun says immediately.
There's a rustle in the doorway behind Jun. He starts a little, but it's just Sho, fitting himself closely against Jun's back, resting his chin on Jun's shoulder and sliding his palms down over Jun's denim-clad thighs. "Take care of that later," he murmurs against Jun's ear, voice low and rough. "We've been waiting for you."
Sho drags his hands up and down Jun's sides and Jun shivers, remembering suddenly why it was really sometimes a dangerous idea to get Sho all worked up.
"Hi!" Ohno waves, remarkably cheerful and coherent, despite the fact that Nino has his mouth wrapped around his cock. "Your place is really nice, Matsujun."
Nino lets go of Ohno, licking his lips and turning around a little to grin at Jun over his shoulder. "Glad you could make it, Jun-chan. Sorry we started the party without you."
"What." Jun grips one side of the doorframe for balance, because the quick, biting kisses that Sho is scattering across his shoulders are rapidly making his knees unsteady. He can feel Sho's hardness pressing against his back and he feels hot already, feels like he's already given in. "What is this?"
"Call it a combined effort, if you like." Nino ducks his head, licking a stripe up the underside of Ohno's cock when Ohno whines a little.
"Since no one really won at all." Aiba lies back on the bed, stretching out his long legs with his eyes steady on Jun's, smiling. "Arashi always does work better together."
"That's right," Ohno agrees peaceably, panting a little as Nino teased at the slit of his cock with his tongue.
Sho pulled back a little, linking his hands on Jun's stomach. "Ready to join them?" he whispers against the nape of Jun's neck, nuzzling the soft hair at the base of Jun's neck.
Jun scowls at each of them in turn. "You," he said finally, fixing Aiba with a glare. "No more bets involving me. Ever."
"Yes," Aiba agreed meekly.
"Nino." Nino raised an eyebrow. "If you encourage his idiocy at all, I will kill you and leave your body for fangirls to pick over."
"As your highness commands." Nino smirks, settling back down, wrapping his mouth around Ohno and swallowing him, sucking and deep-throating until Ohno cried out, long fingers scrabbling at the sheets until he found Aiba's hand, gripping it tightly. Aiba leaned over Ohno, lacing their fingers together and kissing him sweetly.
"What about me?" Sho asks. Jun smirks, turning around in Sho's arms and tugging him forward by the shirt collar for a rough, almost bruising kiss.
"I'll figure something out," Jun says, smiling, as they break apart. Sho pushes him backwards towards the bed, eyes dark and hungry. "You can bet on it."
FIN
cross-posted to jent_fanfics
Title: Circled Game
Author: waxrose
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jun/Arashi, Arashi/Arashi
Length: ~4,000 words
Author's Notes: crazychickencow is an amazing, lovely - and very patient - person. ♥
Summary: In which Aiba lacks subtlety, Nino plays dirty, Ohno makes it look easy and Sho is an unintended casualty of his bandmates' antics.
circled game: a sportsbook betting term. a circled game is one in which action is limited by the sportsbook. factors that make a game circled include injuries, unpredictable weather, added games, etc.
"I bet," Aiba announces out of the blue, lying half-on and half-off of Nino on the couch, "I bet you that I could seduce Matsujun before you could."
Sho makes a dying sort of noise from where he is sitting right behind Aiba, with Aiba's feet kicking softly in his lap, pinning down a pile of discarded newspaper sections.
Nino's eyes never stray from his DS screen. "Could not."
"Could so."
"Why -" Sho interjected, pushing Aiba's feet off his lap in disgust, "Are you two even arguing about this?"
"You're not subtle enough." Nino hisses in triumph under his breath as his game bleeps a small string of happy music. "God, finally killed that bastard - I mean, it's Jun. You can't just stick your hand in his pants and say 'Let's go.'"
"Have you ever tried?" Aiba wiggles a little, poking at Nino's shoulder blades.
"I know better."
"I think that only works on Aiba-chan," Ohno added, lifting his face from his bento long enough to contribute to the conversation.
"Leader, you have rice on your nose." Nino grunts comfortably as Aiba crawls fully onto his back, draping over him like a giant, warm, heavy blanket. "See, Jun-kun is tricky. And therefore, I would win, because I know how he ticks."
"We-ell, if you're that confident..." Aiba's face is buried in the back of Nino's neck, but Nino can almost feel the wide curve of his smile against his skin.
"Loser buys drinks for a month." Nino says challengingly. "And foot massages - every day."
Aiba pulls himself into a sitting position, half-straddling Nino. "Tying him down doesn't count," he informs a rapt Ohno and Nino, ignoring Sho's whimper. "Or forced blow-jobs. And Jun has to actually admit that it happened if there weren't any witnesses."
"Witnesses?" Sho looks fearful.
"Deal." Nino twists around enough to grab Aiba's hand in a rough clasp.
Ohno raises his hand. "Can I get in on this too?"
"I won't lose to you, Captain!" Aiba nearly falls off the couch trying to shake Ohno's hand, but at least it saved Sho from pushing him off.
"Count me out of this one," Sho says, watching as Ohno and Aiba's handshake descended into a wild ticklefight.
"That's all right." Nino pats Sho's knee reassuringly. "Sho-kun can be the judge."
*
Aiba might have forgotten to mention to Nino that he already had plans to go drinking with Jun that night (well, more like designed an elaborate lie about cleaning house and going to bed early and watering his houseplants), but it was all in the spirit of the game. Fair competition. To the victor the spoils, and all that. Aiba tries explaining a bit of this to Jun, who gets increasingly pissed-off with every drink while Aiba starts to feel fluid and pleased, excitement buzzing under his skin.
"Don't spill your drink," Jun warns him, catching his wrist as Aiba's expressive hand flails a little too close to Jun's new designer, stonewashed, dramatically torn jeans. He doesn't let go of Aiba's hand though, and when Aiba peers up at him from under his eyelashes, Jun's mouth is curled into a smirk, knowing and dark and wanting.
Aiba lets his brain fizz around in his skull when Jun rubs his thumb against the beat of Aiba's pulse under his wrist and thinks happily that he has totally won.
Aiba keeps his hands to himself as they walk, humming to himself tunelessly and being careful not to lean against Jun's side noticeably in the elevator. The minute that Jun carefully locks his door behind them, he molds himself against Jun's back, pressing slow kisses to the back of Jun's neck while his fingers slide up Jun's sides under his shirt.
"Mmm." Jun turns around in Aiba's arms, curling one hand around the back of Aiba's neck and tugging him forward for a real kiss, open-mouthed and dirty. Aiba's hands pull his shirt up inch by careful inch until it's rucked under Jun's armpits.
Jun's skin is hot, Aiba could feel it clear through his own jacket. Aiba closes his eyes and lets himself be backed up against the door, sucking on Jun's tongue until Jun makes a whining little noise into Aiba's mouth that shoots white hot heat down Aiba's spine. He slides a hand around Jun's waist, slipping it beneath the waistband of Jun's jeans to clutch at his ass, pulling them closer against each other.
They break apart for air and Jun totters against him a little, unsteady and just drunk enough to have lost his reserve. He leans against Aiba, one arm planted on either side of his shoulders on the door and nips at Aiba's neck, keeping their hips pressed together.
"You planning to stay?" he breathes against Aiba's skin, rocking his hips forward a little.
"Ah." Aiba smiles; he can't help it. Jun grinds his hips lazily against his and he rocks back, muffling his giggles into Jun's shoulder. "'M knew it."
"Knew what?" Jun licks at the underside of Aiba's jaw, one hand slipping lower to palm at the erection tenting Aiba's jeans. "Hmm?"
"Knew I'd win," Aiba slurs, shoulders shaking with every giggle.
"-win what?" Aiba barely hears Jun say it, because all he can think about is Nino's indignant expression the next day and the glorious prospect of Nino's humiliation for an entire month. He isn't quite sure whether he says this out loud or not, or what he says at all, (and why shouldn't he? Jun enjoys Nino's pain more than anyone) he can barely figure out whether or not he was breathing around the butterfly light kisses Jun is trailing down this throat.
But he must have said something, because Jun's expression is dark when he pulls back suddenly, and before Aiba can say something, there's a shove and a loud click and when the world stops tilting, Aiba finds himself staring cross-eyed at the carpeting of the hallway outside of Jun's apartment.
*
"But it still counts, doesn't it? We were making out!"
Nino gives him a disgusted look. "What are you, in junior high?"
*
Jun's eyes narrow when Nino pushes the tall, steaming cup of coffee across the table towards him - not an extraordinary feat, really, considering that he looks like he had slept a grand total of two minutes and seems to have settled for a menacing squint at the world until his eyes stop burning.
"I'm not going to sleep with you just because you brought me caffeine," he informs Nino haughtily, between sips.
"I should hope not." Nino pushes a paper bag towards him. "There's muffins too."
"Aiba told me about your bet." Jun peers inside the bag. "What, no cinnamon ones?"
"These are good for you. They have fruit and seeds and stuff. Nuts." Nino watches Jun carefully pick apart a blueberry one. "You look tense."
Jun gives him a Look. "Word has it that there's a price on my good name. Anyone who knew you morons would be paranoid."
"Look, no one is out to get you." Jun looks skeptical. "Really. Do you want a massage?"
Jun snorts. "And I thought Aiba wasn't subtle."
"This has nothing to do with any bet." Nino walks around the table, getting his hands on Jun's shoulders before Jun can swat them away. He flexes his fingers, kneading his thumbs into the tense muscles around Jun's neck.
Jun gives a low, almost inaudible moan, tipping his head forward as Nino's fingers roam upwards, scritching behind his ears.
"Better?" Nino murmurs, working on a knot above Jun's left shoulder blade. Jun is silent and still, but Nino can feel the slow loosening of his shoulders, the way his posture slumps a little in his chair. "Why don't you take your shirt off, hmm?"
Jun laughs. "Smooth."
"I'm being serious." Nino brushes his lips against Jun's ear, hands moving slower. "Our Aiba-chan got you all hot and bothered and that's partly my fault. Let me make it up to you? All bets off."
"Am I supposed to believe that?" But despite his words, Jun is arching into Nino's touch, lifting one hand to let his fingers slide against the soft skin of Nino's cheek. Nino tugs at Jun's earlobe lightly with his teeth to mask a smirk, getting his hands under Jun's t-shirt and tugging it up.
Jun tosses his shirt onto the table, reaching for Nino as he swivels the chair around, slipping into the chair easily and straddling Jun's lap. Jun's kisses are short, biting and unmistakably sweet, bleeding out frustration. Nino cups Jun's face in both hands, careful to keep his balance in the chair as he rolls his hips against Jun, taking control of the kisses and making them slower, sweeter, longer.
There are three, long, loud careful knocks on the door and Jun's eyes widen, hand scrabbling for his shirt on the table as he tries to push Nino off of him - but Nino clings like a bur, using his legs and arms to keep Jun in place as the door swung open.
Sho actually looks more resigned than surprised, but not very pleased at all.
"Oh good!" Nino tries to swivel the chair to the side to afford Sho a better view of Jun, shirtless, breathless and confused, pinned beneath Nino. "A witness."
Sho closes his eyes, sighing. "I really hate you," he says, with feeling.
Aiba pops his head into the room over Sho's shoulder. "It doesn't count if he isn't completely naked!" he tells Nino accusingly.
"Keep watching," Nino answers sweetly, fingers inching towards Jun's belt until Jun catches his hand in a painful grip, dumping the smaller man unceremoniously out of the chair and onto the floor.
"Sho." Jun grabs his shirt, nearly knocking over his coffee as he pulls it on. "If you don't get them out of this room in the next five seconds, I refuse to be responsible for what I do next."
*
Ohno is patient and calm and - well, actually he almost forgets entirely about the bet until Jun pulls him aside after their interview that afternoon and asks him for some advice on the choreography for the new single. The PV filming starts in about a week and Ohno has noticed that Jun is having a worse time of it than usual, but he knows Jun and didn't want to hurt his pride by asking before Jun came to him on his own.
"It gets harder here," Ohno admits, hands on his hips and facing the mirror as the track slides out from the main chorus, beat picking up and rhythm growing steadily faster. "Which part are you having trouble with?"
"Here." Jun waits a beat, then two, demonstrating the part where they change positions for the first time. "When you go up front and Nino and I -"
"Ah." Ohno steps in directly behind Jun, hands guiding his hips until they're both facing the mirror. "So, after you turn, there's a half-turn to the side and then you step over towards Aiba." He slides with Jun, stretching his legs to match Jun's long strides.
Jun is silent, concentrating on his pace, setting himself to the rhythm. "I never remember that half-turn," he growls, as Ohno leads him through it for the third time.
"You just need to keep doing it until you do." Ohno shifts his hands lower on Jun's waist, still moving with him. "I still can't get the part where my piece is different from everyone else's, during my solo bit. Do you remember it?"
"No." Jun leans back into Ohno a little as the track winds to a close. "You stayed behind alone for that, remember? Since it was already late."
"Did you want to see it?" Ohno asks, something mischievous sparking in his mind. "It's slower than I'm used to." He rolls his hips slowly against Jun's backside, smiling when Jun looks up and meets his eyes in the mirror, surprised.
"Really?" Jun turns around in Ohno's grip, letting Ohno's arms wrap firmly again around his waist. He presses close, letting his hips move smoothly, almost languidly back against Ohno's, with an almost catlike smile. "I think I'd like to see that."
"Just - mmm, wait until we hit that part in the song," Ohno answers as the CD loops, starting up the beginning of the same track, although he can barely get the words out around the punctuating, brief kisses he's pressing against Jun's lips.
Jun laughs at him, sliding out of his arms and kneeling on the floor, thumbs tugging down at Ohno's sweats to reveal an inch of bare skin, nuzzling and licking at his hipbones. "We've got time, then."
"Sure," Ohno agrees, tangling his fingers in Jun's hair. Between Jun's wet, warm mouth on his skin and the music thumping against the echoing walls of the practice room, Ohno barely registers the click of the door a minute later.
Jun must have heard right away, though, because he goes in about half a second from trying to take off Ohno's pants to earnestly tying Ohno's shoe, red-faced with what would have looked to anyone watching like extreme concentration.
"Matsumoto-kun?" Jun's current manager is a tiny, steel-like lady in her fifties, formidable and no-nonsense and (as Ohno discovered last month, after slight incident with Aiba in the hot springs of the ryokan they were staying at, amazingly discreet), "I've been trying to call you for the past 15 minutes. We've got to go over your schedule for the next week - there's been a few changes that I want to discuss with you."
"Right." Ohno blinks as Jun grabs his bag and jacket, bobbing his head at Ohno quickly on his way out the door. "Thank you for all of your help, Leader." The tips of Jun's ears are still flaming red, and Ohno can't help but feel a little cheated.
Nino is waiting out in the hallway when Ohno emerges, leaning on the wall across from the practice room and looking extremely smug.
"That wasn't very nice," Ohno says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall facing Nino.
"It isn't any fun if you don't play dirty." Nino shrugs. "Besides, even I haven't seen your new choreography." There is an undercurrent of playful jealousy in his tone.
"I could show you," Ohno offers. He smiles at Nino, eyes half-lidded, a little bit wicked.
Nino gives him a pleased little half-smile in return, grabbing Ohno by the wrist and dragging him back into the studio.
"Leader never remembers to lock the door," he sighs fondly, taking care of it while Ohno takes care of Nino's belt.
*
Jun barely has time to grab something to eat for dinner before leaving for the Shukudai-kun filming and he's groggy and slightly pissed off by the time the van pulls up to the studio. It had been one of those long, long days and unfortunately, it was still far from over. If he was lucky, he could at least avoid getting dragged out for drinks after. God only knew what Aiba would try this time. He also made a mental note to avoid Nino and dark corners.
He isn't the first one there, but he's the first on ready to go on-set - the wardrobe staff seems to have misplaced Aiba's pants, and Nino is hogging Leader's attention with a new magic trick.
"Matsumoto-kun?" One of the ADs popped up beside him, clutching a clipboard. "If you're going to the break room, could you check if Sakurai-kun is around there? Make-up said he wandered in that general direction."
"Fine." Jun sets off, a bit glad for the quiet of the hallways, away from the noise and bustle of the studio set. Even his hairspray is starting to give him a headache.
Sho is indeed in their dressing room, sprawled out on his side on the couch and snoring softly. He's inexplicably shirtless, but luckily his hair looks intact, so he would probably avoid a lecture if Jun can wake him up in time.
He leans over Sho, shaking his shoulder softly. "Hey, Sho."
Sho gives a rather whistly snort, head shifting closer down into the cushions. Jun kneels on the floor next to the couch, watching his face for a minute. Sho has been working harder than any of them lately, hopping between their shows, interviews, appearances and rehearsals, his work for Zero and for his new movie. He has been just a little quieter, more sullen and short-tempered lately and even Nino had stepped a little more carefully around him than usual.
Sho looks peaceful in his sleep, the lines around his eyes relaxing a little and his lips full, open slightly as he breathed deeply.
Jun bites his lip, fingers drumming against the sofa cushions as he considers the peacefully-sleeping Sho. He really hated to wake him up. He knew only too well how much he hated to be dragged out from a warm, sleepy state to smile for the cameras, to laugh and at pleasant with the guests on only a few precious hours of rest.
Jun leans forward, kissing the tip of Sho's nose. "Sho-chan, wake up." He keeps his voice low and soft. "I'm sorry, but we're starting the filming in a few minutes." He strokes Sho's hair back from his face a little as Sho's eyes crack open, peering sleepily up at Jun.
"S'time?" Sho asked, words barely audible around his sleep-thick tongue, lips moving heavily. He snuggles deeper into the couch, rubbing his cheek up against Jun's hand. "Nnngh, don't want to."
Jun kisses Sho's eyelids until they flutter, one hand still stroking Sho's hair. "I know. But you've got to, okay? You can sleep after we're done."
"Mmm." Sho rubs his nose against Jun, eyes still half-lidded and sleepy. The plump curve of his sleep-swollen lips was almost irresistible, so Jun kisses his mouth softly too. "You're being nicer than usual, Jun."
"Someone needs to take care of you." Jun climbs onto the couch, straddling Sho's legs and trying to haul him into a sitting position. "Up you go. Now, where's your shirt?"
Sho blinks at him. "I think Nino took it. Unless that was a dream." He stares up at Jun, brow wrinkled in concentration. "I'm pretty sure I was still wearing it when I laid down for a nap."
"Oh?" Something clicks in Jun's brain and he sits back on Sho's hips, examining Sho carefully. "Nino, was it?"
"I guess so. I heard him talking to Captain and someone was laughing, but I was too tired to - hey, Matsujun, what are you doi-?" Sho tries to swat Jun's hands away from his pants, but Jun has his button open and fly down before Sho can even finish his sentence, slipping his hand inside Sho's pants and rolling his palm against the front of Sho's boxers. His smile is sharp as Sho curses and pushes his hips up into Jun's hand with a wordless gasp.
"I take back what I said earlier," Jun whispers hotly against Sho's ear a minute later, still massaging Sho through his boxers. Sho is now fully hard and rocking his hips up into Jun's hand unashamedly, desperate for friction.
"Hmm?" Sho tries to clear the haze in his mind, kissing the side of Jun's neck. "What?"
There is a rush of cool air and Jun gracefully stands up from the couch, smirking openly as Sho blinked his confusion up at him.
"You're even less subtle than Aiba or Nino," Jun informs him. "It was a nice try, but you should know better to get in on their stupid bets. And you'd better hurry if you want to find your shirt - filming starts in just a few minutes now."
Sho props himself up on his elbows, watching incredulously as Jun leaves him alone in the room - leaving Sho shirtless and still half-asleep, and worst of all, worked up and hard as hell with no time to take care of it properly unless he wanted to be late and face the wrath of the program staff.
"...bet?" he asks the empty room out loud, confused
*
It barely fazes Jun the next day when he gets home from drama filming and there are four pairs of shoes sitting innocently in his entranceway. He locks the door behind him, deposits his bags of groceries on the kitchen counter and follows the trail of discarded clothing into his bedroom.
He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I don't recall ever giving any of you a key."
Aiba grins up at him from where he's apparently claimed the center of the bed, lying on his stomach and kicking his legs up in the air, apparently mostly oblivious to Nino giving Ohno a blowjob about two inches from his left ear. "Shun-chan let us in!" he informs Jun cheerfully.
"Oh my god." Jun hides his face in one hand. He peeks, out, scrutinizing Aiba's innocent expression. "Oh god. Please tell me that you didn't tell hi-"
"He really wanted to stay." Aiba looks impossibly happy for someone about an inch from painful, violent death. "But he had a date. He said he might stop by later."
"I'm barricading the door," Jun says immediately.
There's a rustle in the doorway behind Jun. He starts a little, but it's just Sho, fitting himself closely against Jun's back, resting his chin on Jun's shoulder and sliding his palms down over Jun's denim-clad thighs. "Take care of that later," he murmurs against Jun's ear, voice low and rough. "We've been waiting for you."
Sho drags his hands up and down Jun's sides and Jun shivers, remembering suddenly why it was really sometimes a dangerous idea to get Sho all worked up.
"Hi!" Ohno waves, remarkably cheerful and coherent, despite the fact that Nino has his mouth wrapped around his cock. "Your place is really nice, Matsujun."
Nino lets go of Ohno, licking his lips and turning around a little to grin at Jun over his shoulder. "Glad you could make it, Jun-chan. Sorry we started the party without you."
"What." Jun grips one side of the doorframe for balance, because the quick, biting kisses that Sho is scattering across his shoulders are rapidly making his knees unsteady. He can feel Sho's hardness pressing against his back and he feels hot already, feels like he's already given in. "What is this?"
"Call it a combined effort, if you like." Nino ducks his head, licking a stripe up the underside of Ohno's cock when Ohno whines a little.
"Since no one really won at all." Aiba lies back on the bed, stretching out his long legs with his eyes steady on Jun's, smiling. "Arashi always does work better together."
"That's right," Ohno agrees peaceably, panting a little as Nino teased at the slit of his cock with his tongue.
Sho pulled back a little, linking his hands on Jun's stomach. "Ready to join them?" he whispers against the nape of Jun's neck, nuzzling the soft hair at the base of Jun's neck.
Jun scowls at each of them in turn. "You," he said finally, fixing Aiba with a glare. "No more bets involving me. Ever."
"Yes," Aiba agreed meekly.
"Nino." Nino raised an eyebrow. "If you encourage his idiocy at all, I will kill you and leave your body for fangirls to pick over."
"As your highness commands." Nino smirks, settling back down, wrapping his mouth around Ohno and swallowing him, sucking and deep-throating until Ohno cried out, long fingers scrabbling at the sheets until he found Aiba's hand, gripping it tightly. Aiba leaned over Ohno, lacing their fingers together and kissing him sweetly.
"What about me?" Sho asks. Jun smirks, turning around in Sho's arms and tugging him forward by the shirt collar for a rough, almost bruising kiss.
"I'll figure something out," Jun says, smiling, as they break apart. Sho pushes him backwards towards the bed, eyes dark and hungry. "You can bet on it."
FIN
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