Ohno blinks and responds, leaning over to meet Sho’s mouth. Aiba and Jun groan in time, again, and Jun curses them all. Where the hell is Nino anyway?
Oh.
Nino is kissing his way down Jun’s stomach.
Jun takes back every nasty thing he’s said about the little brat as Nino tongues the tip of his erection (mentally, of course). He buries his fingers in Nino’s hair, the slick heat around his cock and the hot burn inside driving him dangerously close to the edge. Aiba is still squeezing Jun’s other hand, stringing together a long line of English curse words he must have learned from Sho.
“Does it feel good?” Sho asks, all the cool he’s built up over the evening quickly stripping away.
Jun looks up at the ceiling again, feeling them all.
“I love you guys,” Aiba gasps.
Sho shudders. Ohno speeds up and his hand joins Jun’s in Nino’s hair. Jun rocks his hips to meet Ohno’s thrusts, Nino’s lips, Aiba’s mouth on his, Sho’s fingers scratching along his side.
“Too much,” Jun struggles to say, but then he’s coming, and the words don’t make it out.
The aftershocks seem to last forever, until Jun’s suddenly surrounded by his tired, sweaty band mates again, covered in a silence that’s only slightly awkward.
“Nino,” Aiba starts.
“’m good,” Nino mumbles, shaking as he props himself up on his arms. “Sorry about your sheets.”
“It’s okay,” Aiba replies, good-natured. “Why do you think I got a bed this big?”
“In hopes that we might have a fivesome?” Sho guesses.
“Bingo,” Aiba sighs, sinking back into his pillows. “I vote Sho and Ohno clean up.”
“I think Ohno’s asleep,” Nino says.
Jun turns to where Ohno is buried in his neck and bites his cheek.
“Wake up.”
Ohno mumbles, wriggling.
“At least pull out!” Jun says, exasperated.
“Sorry,” Ohno answers, sitting up.
Nino gently tugs Ohno back, smiling knowingly, and Jun finally stretches his legs with a wince. Aiba turns on his side and wraps an arm around Jun’s waist.
“Success!”
“That’s one word for it,” Sho says, standing and stretching.
The other four lazily admire the curve of Sho’s back before Nino shoves Ohno to remind him of his duties. Ohno climbs off the bed and looks through Aiba’s drawers, confused.
“Tissues under the bed,” Aiba says, planting kisses along Jun’s shoulder.
“We used the last of your lube,” Nino grunts, flopping on Aiba’s other side.
“I wonder where the first half went,” Jun muses, shivering a little in the air conditioning.
Aiba chuckles.
“I bet you do.”
“Aiba’s a mimbo,” Nino says. “We all know this.”
“I don’t have to be anymore, though,” Aiba promises. “Not in a fivesome.”
Jun feels the silence. He knows Aiba feels it, too.
“Less talking,” Sho says, smiling as he cleans Nino’s stomach. “More sleeping.”
“Tired,” Ohno echoes, barely able to keep his eyes open as he unceremoniously hands Jun the box of tissues.
“Success,” Aiba repeats, a little quieter.
“Good work Aiba,” Nino agrees, curling to fit Aiba’s back.
Jun smiles and his eyelids are heavy. He drifts in and out for a while, occasionally lying awake to hear the others’ breathing. At least once he’s almost certain that Nino and Ohno are whispering to one another. Sandwiched between Aiba and Sho, though, Jun feels more than anything else like he belongs. It’s good.
part three
“Fuck, Jun, it’s really big,” Aiba gasps. “I don’t think…I don’t think I can…”
Jun wants to tell Aiba to shut up and let Jun enjoy himself, but somehow he doesn’t.
“It’s okay,” he says, squeezing Aiba’s hand. “I promise it’ll feel better.”
“Ohno.”
“Sho?”
“Kiss him!” Nino snaps.
Ohno blinks and responds, leaning over to meet Sho’s mouth. Aiba and Jun groan in time, again, and Jun curses them all. Where the hell is Nino anyway?
Oh.
Nino is kissing his way down Jun’s stomach.
Jun takes back every nasty thing he’s said about the little brat as Nino tongues the tip of his erection (mentally, of course). He buries his fingers in Nino’s hair, the slick heat around his cock and the hot burn inside driving him dangerously close to the edge. Aiba is still squeezing Jun’s other hand, stringing together a long line of English curse words he must have learned from Sho.
“Does it feel good?” Sho asks, all the cool he’s built up over the evening quickly stripping away.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Aiba chants, nodding violently.
Jun looks up at the ceiling again, feeling them all.
“I love you guys,” Aiba gasps.
Sho shudders. Ohno speeds up and his hand joins Jun’s in Nino’s hair. Jun rocks his hips to meet Ohno’s thrusts, Nino’s lips, Aiba’s mouth on his, Sho’s fingers scratching along his side.
“Too much,” Jun struggles to say, but then he’s coming, and the words don’t make it out.
The aftershocks seem to last forever, until Jun’s suddenly surrounded by his tired, sweaty band mates again, covered in a silence that’s only slightly awkward.
“Nino,” Aiba starts.
“’m good,” Nino mumbles, shaking as he props himself up on his arms. “Sorry about your sheets.”
“It’s okay,” Aiba replies, good-natured. “Why do you think I got a bed this big?”
“In hopes that we might have a fivesome?” Sho guesses.
“Bingo,” Aiba sighs, sinking back into his pillows. “I vote Sho and Ohno clean up.”
“I think Ohno’s asleep,” Nino says.
Jun turns to where Ohno is buried in his neck and bites his cheek.
“Wake up.”
Ohno mumbles, wriggling.
“At least pull out!” Jun says, exasperated.
“Sorry,” Ohno answers, sitting up.
Nino gently tugs Ohno back, smiling knowingly, and Jun finally stretches his legs with a wince. Aiba turns on his side and wraps an arm around Jun’s waist.
“Success!”
“That’s one word for it,” Sho says, standing and stretching.
The other four lazily admire the curve of Sho’s back before Nino shoves Ohno to remind him of his duties. Ohno climbs off the bed and looks through Aiba’s drawers, confused.
“Tissues under the bed,” Aiba says, planting kisses along Jun’s shoulder.
“We used the last of your lube,” Nino grunts, flopping on Aiba’s other side.
“I wonder where the first half went,” Jun muses, shivering a little in the air conditioning.
Aiba chuckles.
“I bet you do.”
“Aiba’s a mimbo,” Nino says. “We all know this.”
“I don’t have to be anymore, though,” Aiba promises. “Not in a fivesome.”
Jun feels the silence. He knows Aiba feels it, too.
“Less talking,” Sho says, smiling as he cleans Nino’s stomach. “More sleeping.”
“Tired,” Ohno echoes, barely able to keep his eyes open as he unceremoniously hands Jun the box of tissues.
“Success,” Aiba repeats, a little quieter.
“Good work Aiba,” Nino agrees, curling to fit Aiba’s back.
Jun smiles and his eyelids are heavy. He drifts in and out for a while, occasionally lying awake to hear the others’ breathing. At least once he’s almost certain that Nino and Ohno are whispering to one another. Sandwiched between Aiba and Sho, though, Jun feels more than anything else like he belongs. It’s good.