[Aiba/Jun] Technical Difficulties
Title: Technical Difficulties
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aiba/Jun
Warnings: Genderswitch. I turn Aiba into a girl. No, really.
Summary: So one day, Aiba woke up and -
Note: Written for darkeyedwolf because she demanded pleaded stomped her feet wanted it. As is a goodly amount of the porn and crack fic around, this is a product of darkeyedwolf’s admittedly one track plan to bring about as much smut as humanly possible.
Thanks to seito_no_senshi who betaed and solved my title problems. ♥
Jun wakes up to discover that he’d forgotten to the shut his windows last night, and that half of his bedroom is wet from rain.
As he gets out of bed, he winces at the squelching noise, and stops to stare morosely at his fur rug (which is wet and quite possibly really smelly. Like a damp, muddy mutt).
He sighs.
He can just tell today’s going to suck. Even the photo of his sister seems to be laughing at him.
(He briefly considers calling in sick, but then remembers that would mean the rest of Arashi would come to check up on him. He loves them, he really does, but the last time they were over, Aiba managed to get three pancakes stuck to Jun’s ceiling, and Sho had sprained an ankle trying to scrap them off while standing precariously on a stool.)
***
There’s a delay on his usual morning train, and he gets recognised by a huge group of school girls who spend the entire train ride sneaking glimpses at him and taking pictures with their phones.
Jun sighs and ducks his head. He hasn’t even put on any make up (his nail polish is chipping off). He hopes (a little desperately) that none of this is making its way onto the internet.
***
Of course, with the way his luck’s been going, he’s late for practice as well.
Aiba’s still not here yet, and Jun feels oddly pleased that he’s not the latest member. (Of course, he also feels vaguely disappointed - he was supposed to meet up with Aiba yesterday, except their schedules were too heavy and they couldn’t figure out a good time to see each other.)
***
Aiba finally flutters into dance training - late Jun might add, giggling and unusually bright and sparkling at seven am, even for Aiba. Jun would be less grumpy if the rest of Arashi hadn’t just gone for an early breakfast and left him in the studio, still practicing their dance steps because he was the only one who wasn’t happy with his dancing.
(“Oh-chan needs sustenance,” Nino had said, smugly.
Ohno had blinked and said, “I do?” to which Nino had nodded firmly -
“Yes, you do,” and dragged Ohno off. Sho had followed, shrugging helplessly at Jun.)
Coupled with the fact that he’d just had the morning from hell, Aiba was a welcome relief. Not even the grumpiest of grumps could refrain from cheering up when Aiba was around. Jun thinks he needs cheering up today, quite badly indeed, since he’s yelled at Sho and glared at Ohno and Nino during all of dance practice for no particular reason. (Nino had ended up asking if it was ‘that time of the month’. Jun just ignored him.)
“Hi hi, Matsujun!” There’s something strange with Aiba’s voice, but Jun can’t figure out what it is, just yet.
He turns to Aiba. Unfortunately, he’s in the middle of a sip of water, so he chokes on it, and begins to cough violently. Aiba rushes over to thump him on the back.
"Matsujun! Are you okay?" he asks, peering at Jun worriedly.
Jun can't answer.
Aiba's - Aiba's got breasts?!
What the hell?
“This isn’t some joke is it?” he asks, weakly. “My day’s gone badly enough already.”
“Huh?”
Wearily, Jun pokes Aiba in the chest. Aiba giggles and squirms a bit, but otherwise, Aiba’s boobs felt astonishingly real.
He blinks, and slowly raises his hands to rub at his eyes. “I’m not seeing things am I?” he murmurs to himself. “No, that was real.”
“What’s real?” asks Aiba, curiously.
Those long graceful limbs (they only look graceful - they’re anything but), that sweet smile and inherent childlike quality of Aiba’s - it’s all still there - it’s still Aiba - just girl Aiba with breasts, longer lashes and a higher pitched giggle. To Jun’s most heartfelt dismay, Aiba’s equally as pretty as a girl as he is a boy. He’s still willowy, pretty and completely oblivious to this fact. (Jun would like to hit Aiba because this is unfair, except a, you never hit girls, and b, you never hit Aiba because it’s the equivalent of pushing a little old lady onto a busy road, or drowning puppies. Or, pushing a little old lady holding puppies onto a busy road. Nino, on the other hand was free to be hit, as long as you could run away fast enough.)
And when Aiba’s a girl and wearing boy clothes which don’t hide anything at all - Jun swallows difficultly and wildly hopes that Aiba doesn’t notice he’s hard already. (He thought he was over these silly crushes on his band mates - Sho had been kind and hadn’t said anything, the one on Nino was beyond embarrassing, and Ohno had never even noticed.)
“A-Aiba,” he manages to say, hoarsely. “You’re a girl?”
Aiba blinks owlishly at him, and then breaks into a wide smile. “Isn’t it cool?” he says excitedly, and pokes at one of his own breasts with a long finger. “Look! It’s squishy!”
Jun nearly falls over in disbelief. Aiba cocks his head to a side and hums happily, seeming not to realise the enormity of mysteriously turning into a girl overnight.
“What - why are you a girl?”
Aiba shrugs, unconcerned. “Dunno. I was like this when I woke up. Hey,” he says, “do you want a proper feel?”
“What? No!”
“Why not?”
“I’ve felt them before, you know.” Jun makes a vague shape in the air with his hands and motions squeezing. “Proper girl ones, I mean.”
“But not mine. It’s squishy! Here,” Aiba says and grabs Jun’s hand and slides it under his shirt.
Jun’s mouth goes dry (with shock, or it could be because he’s unbelievably turned on) and he distantly realizes that Aiba’s not wearing a bra and that his skin is really warm against the palm of his hand.
“I think I’m a B cup,” Aiba says seriously while Jun gapes at him.
He giggles when Jun accidentally squeezes a little too hard, (in shock, Jun keeps telling himself) and moans softly when Jun murmurs, “sorry” and soothingly rubs his skin in apology.
“That feels good, Matsujun,” he breathes into Jun’s ear, wriggling closer, right into Jun’s personal space.
“Aiba-” Jun starts to say before Aiba’s constant shifting makes him lose his balance and they both tumble to the floor in an ungainly heap. Elbows and knees bump around in uncomfortable places until Aiba’s pulls himself off Jun and ends up hovering over him on his knees, a little closer than normal (it’s not like Jun measures or anything).
“Um,” Jun says, staring at Aiba, wide eyed.
Aiba leans down and trails his fingers across Jun’s arm and down to his hand. He pulls Jun’s hand up, grazing his nipple in the process (Jun did not just moan - he didn’t), and slides it under his top again, and says breathily, “don’t stop, Matsujun.”
“Aiba,” Jun says again, and Aiba shifts against him and says, “harder Matsujun, harder.”
Helplessly, Jun says, “Where?”
Aiba directs Jun’s hand down into his pants and Jun almost freaks out when he encounters the edge of lacy underwear (where does Aiba find all this stuff?) and Aiba impatiently drags Jun’s hand beneath the underwear and against the hot skin of his belly and further down to wet heat.
Jun lets out a whimper because it’s Aiba and Aiba has girl parts and Jun doesn’t know what to do with girl parts, except to keep rubbing the way he thinks Aiba wants him to, because Aiba shudders when he rubs faster and harder and whines when he slows down. And he arches so deliciously when Jun thrusts in deep with his fingers and that’s the hottest thing Jun’s seen, so he does it again and again.
“Here?” he says distractedly (even though he’s sure he’s got a pretty good idea of what Aiba likes at this point).
“Just - just there,” Aiba sighs, and there’s a flurry of shifting and gasping and wet kisses and hungry bites, until Jun curls his fingers in Aiba and Aiba gasps, “Matsujun,” and comes with a strangled shout, body taunt and biting his lip. Jun continues to slide his fingers in and out of Aiba until Aiba collapses in a sweaty heap on top of him.
“Felt funny,” Aiba murmurs into his shoulder sleepily, “was nice though.”
Jun sighs a little, partly because he’s still achingly hard, partly because Aiba’s a really heavy lump on his chest and partly because his hand is still down Aiba’s pants. He’d like to take it out, except Aiba’s squishing his arm.
Jun hasn’t really had much experience with girls, but he’s pretty sure it’ll be rude to tell them to move because his arm’s going numb. Of course, this is Aiba who’s a boy mysteriously turned into a girl, but Jun feels it’s better to be safe then sorry.
“Oh,” says Aiba, suddenly, “we forgot about you.”
What do you mean, we? Jun wants to say, except at that very moment a hand cups his erection through his pants and strokes him firmly.
***
“I hope I can’t get pregnant,” Aiba says, later on.
“Don’t say things like that,” Jun says weakly.
Epilogue One:
“What do we do if you’re still a girl tomorrow?” asks Jun conversationally, tracing out a pattern on Aiba’s shoulder lazily. (He’s not sure where the rest of Arashi have disappeared to, but he suspects someone, or a pair of someones got dragged off for some nooky of their own.)
“I kind of like this,” Aiba says, and at Jun’s mystified look, elaborates, “this girl stuff.”
“You do?”
“Well,” Aiba shrugs, “I don’t need lube.”
Jun stares.
(“What? It’s a perfectly good reason! Matsujun? Why are you banging your head on the floor? It’s not good for your health! Matsujun!”)
Epilogue Two:
To Jun’s eternal relief (and probably all of their fans) Aiba turns back into a boy the next day.
He can’t stop poking himself in the chest though, which gets him strange looks on the train.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aiba/Jun
Warnings: Genderswitch. I turn Aiba into a girl. No, really.
Summary: So one day, Aiba woke up and -
Note: Written for darkeyedwolf because she demanded pleaded stomped her feet wanted it. As is a goodly amount of the porn and crack fic around, this is a product of darkeyedwolf’s admittedly one track plan to bring about as much smut as humanly possible.
Thanks to seito_no_senshi who betaed and solved my title problems. ♥
Jun wakes up to discover that he’d forgotten to the shut his windows last night, and that half of his bedroom is wet from rain.
As he gets out of bed, he winces at the squelching noise, and stops to stare morosely at his fur rug (which is wet and quite possibly really smelly. Like a damp, muddy mutt).
He sighs.
He can just tell today’s going to suck. Even the photo of his sister seems to be laughing at him.
(He briefly considers calling in sick, but then remembers that would mean the rest of Arashi would come to check up on him. He loves them, he really does, but the last time they were over, Aiba managed to get three pancakes stuck to Jun’s ceiling, and Sho had sprained an ankle trying to scrap them off while standing precariously on a stool.)
***
There’s a delay on his usual morning train, and he gets recognised by a huge group of school girls who spend the entire train ride sneaking glimpses at him and taking pictures with their phones.
Jun sighs and ducks his head. He hasn’t even put on any make up (his nail polish is chipping off). He hopes (a little desperately) that none of this is making its way onto the internet.
***
Of course, with the way his luck’s been going, he’s late for practice as well.
Aiba’s still not here yet, and Jun feels oddly pleased that he’s not the latest member. (Of course, he also feels vaguely disappointed - he was supposed to meet up with Aiba yesterday, except their schedules were too heavy and they couldn’t figure out a good time to see each other.)
***
Aiba finally flutters into dance training - late Jun might add, giggling and unusually bright and sparkling at seven am, even for Aiba. Jun would be less grumpy if the rest of Arashi hadn’t just gone for an early breakfast and left him in the studio, still practicing their dance steps because he was the only one who wasn’t happy with his dancing.
(“Oh-chan needs sustenance,” Nino had said, smugly.
Ohno had blinked and said, “I do?” to which Nino had nodded firmly -
“Yes, you do,” and dragged Ohno off. Sho had followed, shrugging helplessly at Jun.)
Coupled with the fact that he’d just had the morning from hell, Aiba was a welcome relief. Not even the grumpiest of grumps could refrain from cheering up when Aiba was around. Jun thinks he needs cheering up today, quite badly indeed, since he’s yelled at Sho and glared at Ohno and Nino during all of dance practice for no particular reason. (Nino had ended up asking if it was ‘that time of the month’. Jun just ignored him.)
“Hi hi, Matsujun!” There’s something strange with Aiba’s voice, but Jun can’t figure out what it is, just yet.
He turns to Aiba. Unfortunately, he’s in the middle of a sip of water, so he chokes on it, and begins to cough violently. Aiba rushes over to thump him on the back.
"Matsujun! Are you okay?" he asks, peering at Jun worriedly.
Jun can't answer.
Aiba's - Aiba's got breasts?!
What the hell?
“This isn’t some joke is it?” he asks, weakly. “My day’s gone badly enough already.”
“Huh?”
Wearily, Jun pokes Aiba in the chest. Aiba giggles and squirms a bit, but otherwise, Aiba’s boobs felt astonishingly real.
He blinks, and slowly raises his hands to rub at his eyes. “I’m not seeing things am I?” he murmurs to himself. “No, that was real.”
“What’s real?” asks Aiba, curiously.
Those long graceful limbs (they only look graceful - they’re anything but), that sweet smile and inherent childlike quality of Aiba’s - it’s all still there - it’s still Aiba - just girl Aiba with breasts, longer lashes and a higher pitched giggle. To Jun’s most heartfelt dismay, Aiba’s equally as pretty as a girl as he is a boy. He’s still willowy, pretty and completely oblivious to this fact. (Jun would like to hit Aiba because this is unfair, except a, you never hit girls, and b, you never hit Aiba because it’s the equivalent of pushing a little old lady onto a busy road, or drowning puppies. Or, pushing a little old lady holding puppies onto a busy road. Nino, on the other hand was free to be hit, as long as you could run away fast enough.)
And when Aiba’s a girl and wearing boy clothes which don’t hide anything at all - Jun swallows difficultly and wildly hopes that Aiba doesn’t notice he’s hard already. (He thought he was over these silly crushes on his band mates - Sho had been kind and hadn’t said anything, the one on Nino was beyond embarrassing, and Ohno had never even noticed.)
“A-Aiba,” he manages to say, hoarsely. “You’re a girl?”
Aiba blinks owlishly at him, and then breaks into a wide smile. “Isn’t it cool?” he says excitedly, and pokes at one of his own breasts with a long finger. “Look! It’s squishy!”
Jun nearly falls over in disbelief. Aiba cocks his head to a side and hums happily, seeming not to realise the enormity of mysteriously turning into a girl overnight.
“What - why are you a girl?”
Aiba shrugs, unconcerned. “Dunno. I was like this when I woke up. Hey,” he says, “do you want a proper feel?”
“What? No!”
“Why not?”
“I’ve felt them before, you know.” Jun makes a vague shape in the air with his hands and motions squeezing. “Proper girl ones, I mean.”
“But not mine. It’s squishy! Here,” Aiba says and grabs Jun’s hand and slides it under his shirt.
Jun’s mouth goes dry (with shock, or it could be because he’s unbelievably turned on) and he distantly realizes that Aiba’s not wearing a bra and that his skin is really warm against the palm of his hand.
“I think I’m a B cup,” Aiba says seriously while Jun gapes at him.
He giggles when Jun accidentally squeezes a little too hard, (in shock, Jun keeps telling himself) and moans softly when Jun murmurs, “sorry” and soothingly rubs his skin in apology.
“That feels good, Matsujun,” he breathes into Jun’s ear, wriggling closer, right into Jun’s personal space.
“Aiba-” Jun starts to say before Aiba’s constant shifting makes him lose his balance and they both tumble to the floor in an ungainly heap. Elbows and knees bump around in uncomfortable places until Aiba’s pulls himself off Jun and ends up hovering over him on his knees, a little closer than normal (it’s not like Jun measures or anything).
“Um,” Jun says, staring at Aiba, wide eyed.
Aiba leans down and trails his fingers across Jun’s arm and down to his hand. He pulls Jun’s hand up, grazing his nipple in the process (Jun did not just moan - he didn’t), and slides it under his top again, and says breathily, “don’t stop, Matsujun.”
“Aiba,” Jun says again, and Aiba shifts against him and says, “harder Matsujun, harder.”
Helplessly, Jun says, “Where?”
Aiba directs Jun’s hand down into his pants and Jun almost freaks out when he encounters the edge of lacy underwear (where does Aiba find all this stuff?) and Aiba impatiently drags Jun’s hand beneath the underwear and against the hot skin of his belly and further down to wet heat.
Jun lets out a whimper because it’s Aiba and Aiba has girl parts and Jun doesn’t know what to do with girl parts, except to keep rubbing the way he thinks Aiba wants him to, because Aiba shudders when he rubs faster and harder and whines when he slows down. And he arches so deliciously when Jun thrusts in deep with his fingers and that’s the hottest thing Jun’s seen, so he does it again and again.
“Here?” he says distractedly (even though he’s sure he’s got a pretty good idea of what Aiba likes at this point).
“Just - just there,” Aiba sighs, and there’s a flurry of shifting and gasping and wet kisses and hungry bites, until Jun curls his fingers in Aiba and Aiba gasps, “Matsujun,” and comes with a strangled shout, body taunt and biting his lip. Jun continues to slide his fingers in and out of Aiba until Aiba collapses in a sweaty heap on top of him.
“Felt funny,” Aiba murmurs into his shoulder sleepily, “was nice though.”
Jun sighs a little, partly because he’s still achingly hard, partly because Aiba’s a really heavy lump on his chest and partly because his hand is still down Aiba’s pants. He’d like to take it out, except Aiba’s squishing his arm.
Jun hasn’t really had much experience with girls, but he’s pretty sure it’ll be rude to tell them to move because his arm’s going numb. Of course, this is Aiba who’s a boy mysteriously turned into a girl, but Jun feels it’s better to be safe then sorry.
“Oh,” says Aiba, suddenly, “we forgot about you.”
What do you mean, we? Jun wants to say, except at that very moment a hand cups his erection through his pants and strokes him firmly.
***
“I hope I can’t get pregnant,” Aiba says, later on.
“Don’t say things like that,” Jun says weakly.
Epilogue One:
“What do we do if you’re still a girl tomorrow?” asks Jun conversationally, tracing out a pattern on Aiba’s shoulder lazily. (He’s not sure where the rest of Arashi have disappeared to, but he suspects someone, or a pair of someones got dragged off for some nooky of their own.)
“I kind of like this,” Aiba says, and at Jun’s mystified look, elaborates, “this girl stuff.”
“You do?”
“Well,” Aiba shrugs, “I don’t need lube.”
Jun stares.
(“What? It’s a perfectly good reason! Matsujun? Why are you banging your head on the floor? It’s not good for your health! Matsujun!”)
Epilogue Two:
To Jun’s eternal relief (and probably all of their fans) Aiba turns back into a boy the next day.
He can’t stop poking himself in the chest though, which gets him strange looks on the train.