“We should decide who’s doing who,” Aiba whispers, excited.
Nino pulls away suddenly, coughing.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Ohno has given head to two-fifths of Arashi, now,” Jun observes, refusing to return Sho’s thumbs-up. “I think the time for discussion is over.”
“Well, yeah, but,” Aiba replies, pouting. “I just think we should put it out there.”
“Go for it, Masaki,” Nino says, face fitting neatly in the curve of Jun’s neck as he raises his hips to pull down his pants.
“I want to fuck Sho.”
Sho’s low laugh seems to send a shiver down everyone’s spine.
“Sure,” Sho says. “That’s how it’s going to happen.”
“I call Nino,” Ohno says suddenly, letting Sho fall from his mouth.
Jun and Aiba laugh at Sho’s angry frown.
“Well, obviously,” Nino answers.
Ohno smiles sweetly before turning back to Sho’s cock.
“Nice juxtaposition,” Jun thinks aloud, letting his head fall back. “Nobody wants Jun?”
Aiba pauses trailing his tongue along Jun’s collarbone.
“Don’t you know?” Aiba asks with a sudden, inexplicable hitch in his breath. “Everyone wants Jun.”
Jun has to keep his eyes closed for a little while longer after that, because there’s too much to feel. He isn’t really missing anything, though, since Nino has decided to give him a running commentary.
“You should see it. Ohno’s down on Sho and Sho’s sucking on Aiba and, fuck, Aiba,” Nino curses.
Jun groans at the loss of Aiba’s hand, but smaller fingers quickly replace it.
“Come on, Jun, you’re missing it. I’ll make fun of you forever if you miss it,” Nino murmurs, punctuating by nipping at Jun’s earlobe.
Jun does open his eyes, but, for a moment, he just stares at the ceiling and listens to the sound them all together; their breath, their voices. Cold fingers tease between Jun’s legs and Jun tilts his hips up, encouraging. It’s real, now, Jun thinks. At the same time he realizes he really doesn’t care whose fingers they are.
“It’s okay, right?” Ohno whispers.
Jun hesitates, because he’s not sure who Ohno is asking. Nino’s head moves against Jun’s shoulder and Jun almost smiles at the confirmation. He opens his eyes to find the whole group crowded over him.
“I haven’t done this,” he suddenly stammers.
“Seriously?” Sho laughs.
Aiba smacks him.
“Contrary to popular belief,” Jun breathes, closing his eyes so that he can retain as much composure as possible now that Ohno’s fingers are searching desperately for his prostate. “I don’t bottom.”
“Oh, God, I thought you were going to say you weren’t gay,” Sho replies, still chuckling.
Jun hears another smack and starts to smile when suddenly his back turns to jelly.
“Fuck!”
“Yep,” Aiba sighs, hand trailing down Jun’s stomach. “That’ll do it.”
“Don’t worry,” Nino says, leaning in close as though the others might not be able to hear him. “Ohno’s gentle.”
“Oh,” Jun gasps. “Good.”
“So, basically, no one ever tells me anything,” Sho grumbles.
“Weren’t you threatening me earlier?” Aiba asks, sitting up to block Sho’s view.
“I was, wasn’t I?” Sho says, grinning and tugging Aiba’s hips to his.
Jun really isn’t sure where to look or move, again. Sho gets Aiba on his back so that he’s lying right next to Jun. Aiba looks over and giggles excitedly. Overwhelmed, Jun turns his attention back to Ohno, who seems fascinated with what he’s doing to Jun. Nino watches Ohno, one hand holding up Jun’s knee, lazily stroking himself with the other.
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timeasmymeasure
part two
Date: 2008-10-30 06:06 am (UTC)Nino pulls away suddenly, coughing.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Ohno has given head to two-fifths of Arashi, now,” Jun observes, refusing to return Sho’s thumbs-up. “I think the time for discussion is over.”
“Well, yeah, but,” Aiba replies, pouting. “I just think we should put it out there.”
“Go for it, Masaki,” Nino says, face fitting neatly in the curve of Jun’s neck as he raises his hips to pull down his pants.
“I want to fuck Sho.”
Sho’s low laugh seems to send a shiver down everyone’s spine.
“Sure,” Sho says. “That’s how it’s going to happen.”
“I call Nino,” Ohno says suddenly, letting Sho fall from his mouth.
Jun and Aiba laugh at Sho’s angry frown.
“Well, obviously,” Nino answers.
Ohno smiles sweetly before turning back to Sho’s cock.
“Nice juxtaposition,” Jun thinks aloud, letting his head fall back. “Nobody wants Jun?”
Aiba pauses trailing his tongue along Jun’s collarbone.
“Don’t you know?” Aiba asks with a sudden, inexplicable hitch in his breath. “Everyone wants Jun.”
Jun has to keep his eyes closed for a little while longer after that, because there’s too much to feel. He isn’t really missing anything, though, since Nino has decided to give him a running commentary.
“You should see it. Ohno’s down on Sho and Sho’s sucking on Aiba and, fuck, Aiba,” Nino curses.
Jun groans at the loss of Aiba’s hand, but smaller fingers quickly replace it.
“Come on, Jun, you’re missing it. I’ll make fun of you forever if you miss it,” Nino murmurs, punctuating by nipping at Jun’s earlobe.
Jun does open his eyes, but, for a moment, he just stares at the ceiling and listens to the sound them all together; their breath, their voices. Cold fingers tease between Jun’s legs and Jun tilts his hips up, encouraging. It’s real, now, Jun thinks. At the same time he realizes he really doesn’t care whose fingers they are.
“It’s okay, right?” Ohno whispers.
Jun hesitates, because he’s not sure who Ohno is asking. Nino’s head moves against Jun’s shoulder and Jun almost smiles at the confirmation. He opens his eyes to find the whole group crowded over him.
“I haven’t done this,” he suddenly stammers.
“Seriously?” Sho laughs.
Aiba smacks him.
“Contrary to popular belief,” Jun breathes, closing his eyes so that he can retain as much composure as possible now that Ohno’s fingers are searching desperately for his prostate. “I don’t bottom.”
“Oh, God, I thought you were going to say you weren’t gay,” Sho replies, still chuckling.
Jun hears another smack and starts to smile when suddenly his back turns to jelly.
“Fuck!”
“Yep,” Aiba sighs, hand trailing down Jun’s stomach. “That’ll do it.”
“Don’t worry,” Nino says, leaning in close as though the others might not be able to hear him. “Ohno’s gentle.”
“Oh,” Jun gasps. “Good.”
“So, basically, no one ever tells me anything,” Sho grumbles.
“Weren’t you threatening me earlier?” Aiba asks, sitting up to block Sho’s view.
“I was, wasn’t I?” Sho says, grinning and tugging Aiba’s hips to his.
Jun really isn’t sure where to look or move, again. Sho gets Aiba on his back so that he’s lying right next to Jun. Aiba looks over and giggles excitedly. Overwhelmed, Jun turns his attention back to Ohno, who seems fascinated with what he’s doing to Jun. Nino watches Ohno, one hand holding up Jun’s knee, lazily stroking himself with the other.
“Guys, it’s really, really good,” Aiba informs them.
“Aiba’s so cute,” Nino says, turning to nuzzle Jun’s neck.
“Are we doing this?” Jun asks, having had enough of the teasing. “We have condoms, right?
“I got it,” Nino says, disappearing from Jun’s side.
“Damn, Nino,” Sho grunts, somewhere to the right. “Thanks.”
“This is ridiculous,” Jun groans, covering his face with his hands.
“Are you ready?” Ohno asks.