Nowhere in Nino’s script did Jun lean in, brushing their lips together, free arm twisting under Nino’s hand to grab Nino’s elbow and hold him in place as Nino, bewildered, lets his mouth open just a tiny bit.
“Okay,” Nino murmurs, coming up for breath. “Even more confused, now.”
“Think about it,” Jun suggests, unimpressed.
“You, um,” Nino mumbles in reply, shuffling his feet.
“Yes,” Jun answers, awkwardly shifting the bottle of wine to his other arm.
“You know, usually, when you like someone, you try to be nice to them.”
“We both know I do not belong to the proverbial ‘you.’”
“Of course,” Nino sighs. “How could I forget.”
“Can I at least put this down?” Jun asks, holding up the bottle.
Nino takes it and carries it to the kitchen counter, hyper-aware of the sound of Jun hanging up his coat behind him. He goes and sits on the couch, because at least sitting on the couch was part of the script (the script that now hangs in shambles in Nino’s mind, held together by thread and post-it notes). Jun joins him and, together, they stare at the unlit television screen.
“Well, this was fun,” Jun says, standing up, “We should really do it again, soon. Let me know when Ryusei re-runs and I’ll catch up.”
Nino reaches out for Jun’s hand and Jun sits back down so quickly that Nino can’t help the faint grin on his lips as he matches them to Jun’s. Jun’s hands go for Nino’s hair this time and Nino lets himself be pushed back against the arm of the couch, sighing, content, as Jun kisses along his jaw and into the curve of his neck.
“Is it safe to assume,” Jun says, his breath tickling Nino’s skin. “That you also ‘um?’”
“I had a script, you know. You’re completely ruining it.”
Jun's fingers spread over Nino's stomach, just under his shirt.
“I’m sorry,” Jun he says, unconvincingly. “Tell me all about it.”
“Well, you were going to apologize.”
“I did apologize,” Jun protests.
“You were going to apologize and cry.”
“Oh, please.”
“And I was going to comfort you,” Nino continues, calmly, as though he isn’t arching up against Jun’s torso. “It was going to be very romantic.”
“Wait,” Jun interrupts, sitting up. “You were going to seduce me.”
“I was not,” Nino says, appalled.
“Then, what happens after you comfort me in a romantic way?”
“It’s not ‘in a romantic way,’ it’s just romantic. Like heroes are romantic.”
“Gay heroes, maybe."
“This is entirely on you,” Nino objects, shaking his head.
“I’ll ask you again: What happens next?”
Nino can’t answer, for two reasons. The first is that comforting Jun really was as far as he’d gone in his thought process. The second is that Jun’s hands are under Nino’s shirt again, massaging little circles in his sides.
“Why are you so gay?” Nino groans, frustrated.
“Oh, yes. This is exactly what I was looking forward to,” Jun sighs, leaning in for a kiss.
“This and the mind-blowing sex,” Nino says, regretting the joke as soon as it leaves his lips.
“That should be good for your ratings,” Jun replies, moving very deliberately against Nino’s hips.
Nino shifts awkwardly under Jun’s weight before admitting:
“Actually it kind of fades to black somewhere around here.”
Jun gently pushes Nino onto his back again.
“I have a story,” he says. “I think there’s a perfect part for you.”
part two!
“Okay,” Nino murmurs, coming up for breath. “Even more confused, now.”
“Think about it,” Jun suggests, unimpressed.
“You, um,” Nino mumbles in reply, shuffling his feet.
“Yes,” Jun answers, awkwardly shifting the bottle of wine to his other arm.
“You know, usually, when you like someone, you try to be nice to them.”
“We both know I do not belong to the proverbial ‘you.’”
“Of course,” Nino sighs. “How could I forget.”
“Can I at least put this down?” Jun asks, holding up the bottle.
Nino takes it and carries it to the kitchen counter, hyper-aware of the sound of Jun hanging up his coat behind him. He goes and sits on the couch, because at least sitting on the couch was part of the script (the script that now hangs in shambles in Nino’s mind, held together by thread and post-it notes). Jun joins him and, together, they stare at the unlit television screen.
“Well, this was fun,” Jun says, standing up, “We should really do it again, soon. Let me know when Ryusei re-runs and I’ll catch up.”
Nino reaches out for Jun’s hand and Jun sits back down so quickly that Nino can’t help the faint grin on his lips as he matches them to Jun’s. Jun’s hands go for Nino’s hair this time and Nino lets himself be pushed back against the arm of the couch, sighing, content, as Jun kisses along his jaw and into the curve of his neck.
“Is it safe to assume,” Jun says, his breath tickling Nino’s skin. “That you also ‘um?’”
“I had a script, you know. You’re completely ruining it.”
Jun's fingers spread over Nino's stomach, just under his shirt.
“I’m sorry,” Jun he says, unconvincingly. “Tell me all about it.”
“Well, you were going to apologize.”
“I did apologize,” Jun protests.
“You were going to apologize and cry.”
“Oh, please.”
“And I was going to comfort you,” Nino continues, calmly, as though he isn’t arching up against Jun’s torso. “It was going to be very romantic.”
“Wait,” Jun interrupts, sitting up. “You were going to seduce me.”
“I was not,” Nino says, appalled.
“Then, what happens after you comfort me in a romantic way?”
“It’s not ‘in a romantic way,’ it’s just romantic. Like heroes are romantic.”
“Gay heroes, maybe."
“This is entirely on you,” Nino objects, shaking his head.
“I’ll ask you again: What happens next?”
Nino can’t answer, for two reasons. The first is that comforting Jun really was as far as he’d gone in his thought process. The second is that Jun’s hands are under Nino’s shirt again, massaging little circles in his sides.
“Why are you so gay?” Nino groans, frustrated.
“Oh, yes. This is exactly what I was looking forward to,” Jun sighs, leaning in for a kiss.
“This and the mind-blowing sex,” Nino says, regretting the joke as soon as it leaves his lips.
“That should be good for your ratings,” Jun replies, moving very deliberately against Nino’s hips.
Nino shifts awkwardly under Jun’s weight before admitting:
“Actually it kind of fades to black somewhere around here.”
Jun gently pushes Nino onto his back again.
“I have a story,” he says. “I think there’s a perfect part for you.”