[Arashi] The Venus Spell
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neko_kirin3104Title: The Venus Spell
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Juntoshi (Ohno/Jun) with hints of OSM (Ohno/Sho/Jun)
Prompt: Glasses
Word Count: 1986
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Summary: Jun. Leader. And a kiss.
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rainbowfilling. Also inspired by this song. Part of the Trifecta series.
Jun will never say it out loud in a million years—not even in the next million years following that, and not even under duress of some super-advanced laser gun’s muzzle pressed hard and burning on his balls—but he’s really, seriously, quite disturbingly starting to see Leader in a different light.
And it isn’t just the ‘what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-this-picture’ kind anymore either. No, he’s already gone way, way, waaay past that!
This is an emotional rubicon, is what this is! Not that he’ll ever be willing to confess to it being ‘emotional’, to begin with—
No. This is really more of an appalling impasse.
A disarmingly foxy wall with foxier lips that just went splat on his face when he took that one wrong turn trying to keep up with Sho’s frisky ass that one night all three of them were in bed, just mindlessly—
Jun shakes his head out of that very vivid memory still niggling at the back of his mind. He refocuses on the conversation he’s been having on the phone with the very bearer of all things good and all things proportionately bad to his life lately, and curses under his breath. “Fuck you, Sho-kun—”
“Not tonight, baby. I’ve still got work to do.”
He grunts and grips the phone in his hand, every nerve-ending in his body flaring up in hatred for this man, who even has the gall to snicker and poke fun at his very palpable distress. “You son of a—!”
“Okay, I have to go!” Sho adds in a hurried murmur. “They’re knocking at my door right now. Don’t get any funny ideas of leaving Satoshi-kun behind, you hear?”
“Now there’s a thought!”
“Macchan, seriously! Don’t lose our Leader in Hawaii!!”
“Fine! Geez! You’re just making it sound more tempting...” Jun is fully prepared to take this conversation till well into midnight, cursing Sho to hell and back in all the languages he knew and is yet to create in a fit of rage, but Sho has already ended the call with a strategically whispered, “I love you...” that took Jun’s potty-mouth in its hands and clamped it shut with a comical smooch.
Sometimes, Jun does wonder how he’s even managed to put up with that man’s shocking childishness.
Then he catches sight of this other man, sitting across the table from him, and wonders even more if it is because of Satoshi Ohno that Sho Sakurai has become this way.
Then he wonders why he even bothers wondering—
“What did he say?” Leader asks, pouring more beer to his glass. It’s probably by some wicked miracle that the slouching man is not slurring yet after practically siphoning a couple more bottles of 22 ounces each previously.
“That I’m stuck with you for the rest of the night.” He grabs his own glass, already debating whether or not to order another round.
“Cool.” Leader raises his beer in a kind of salute, then frowns when he suddenly figures enough to ask, “Eeh, why?”
“He’s filming.”
“At this hour?!”
“Don’t snarl at me, Leader. I didn’t plan this.”
“Huh...” They both settle in their seats, chugging silently on their drinks; the walls of their private drinking room gradually closing in on them. “Sho-chan’s getting a little messed up these days.”
“Tell me about it,” Jun mumbles into his glass, just barely keeping himself from reaching over and slapping some semblance of sense back into the older man’s head
Because Sho Sakurai not being here right now has absolutely nothing to do with Sho Sakurai messing up on anything, aside from one Jun Matsumoto’s sanity.
“It’s not like him to plan night outs when he’s got work to do. Then bails when he remembers he’s actually got work to do,” Leader keeps musing out loud. “He didn’t usually forget about work. That’s like, top priority.”
“Well, top priorities change, it seems.” Jun grumbles, wanting nothing more than to gulp down the rest of his beer, order another bottle and gulp that one, too. If only he hadn’t been so arrogant as to refuse his manager’s offer to drive them around—
“What? What do you mean?” Wrinkling his brows in confusion, Leader empties his bottle into the glass.
And Jun can only smile wryly in response, while seriously considering baba chopping the man’s head just this once, to jolt said man's seemingly unruffled mind back to normalcy so he can figure it out for himself.
Because ever since the sneaky Keio boy has teased Jun's nerves raw into confessing that he’s become rather interested in Leader in the very exact way he’s previously sworn never to get interested in the older man, following that especially heated night in bed when he and Leader got so indomitably caught up in the moment that they started kissing, and eventually making out on top of Sho.
Sho’s priorities seem to have shifted significantly after that. Making up all sorts of excuses so that Jun is left alone with Leader in all sorts of situations, long enough so that they can both talk about what happened that night.
Jun doubts there’s anything to talk about at all, though. Leader doesn’t look like he remembers half of what he did when he’s drunk.
But Jun remembers it. All of it.
Whenever he as much as catches a glimpse of Leader, he never fails to remember—
The feel of the man’s lips moving against his own.
The invasive tongue that wasn’t Sho’ s darting into his mouth and acquainting itself with every warm and intimate corner that he has only ever allowed one other man to do.
And Sho seemed to have enjoyed himself thoroughly watching them at it, too.
And though it mostly embarrasses him to remember it now, Jun does feel a special fondness for that moment just as well.
He liked it. He definitely did. And if he could do that night over again, he’d probably want to end up doing the same thing.
He wants to kiss Leader again. It’s what he’s been thinking about whenever he actually gives himself time to breathe and think.
It’s what he’s thinking about now, as he tries all his best to focus his eyes on his drink, so he doesn’t instead end up staring at Leader’s lips like a lovesick puppy itching to just jump the man right then and there and lick his face.
He’s even taken his eyeglasses off so he isn’t tempted to cheat and steal brief glances like he’s some naive teenager obsessing on his first great crush. The one he swears to give his forever to. The only one who will forever own his heart—
Except that it isn't supposed to be Leader...
“I wanna see Sho-chan all of a sudden,” the older man whines, pouting like a toddler asking for some lollipop. “Like, right now. I don’t even know why. Is that weird?”
“Not by your standards.”
“Eeeh? What do you know about my standards, Matsujun?” Leader chuckles. “Wait, did that even make sense? Am I still making sense? Can we just go back to Sho-chan now? Please? Pretty please?”
“No. I just told you he’s working.” Jun says rather impatiently. Like he’s talking to a drunken old man trying to pass up as a toddler still asking for that elusive lollipop.
Strange that although Jun does feel the same, he also doesn’t mind just staying here. Right here in this private booth, in this personal space he’s currently sharing with the other man who, though gradually, has managed to wiggle his way into Jun’s heart.
Jun suspects it’s more than just the kiss. The kiss was probably just a trigger that helped him realize what he ought to have realized a long time ago, right on the very first day they moved in together. All three of them in a single house. All bonded by the love of and the love they share for the same man...
Who incidentally enough just happens to be Jun’s first great crush—
But whoever said ‘forevers’ can only be shared between two people, anyway?
Jun is jolted out of his thoughts when he feels his seat shift from the added weight of Leader slipping into the booth beside him.
And without even giving him time to blink, the older man just up and grabs his face, squishing it tightly between his hands, before pressing their lips together in a chaste and flitting kiss that almost completely took Jun’s doting soul away.
“Wha—?” He opens his mouth in a question that he’s still trying to process in his head.
“You were zoning out.” Leader says in a husky whisper that made Jun’s face burn even more. “And you were doing it so much better than me.”
Another flitting kiss and Jun’s closing his eyes—
“I could lose my job, you know.”
One more kiss and Jun’s practically putty in the devious man’s hands. “Idiot...”
He grips Leader’s wrists, savoring the older man’s beer breath fanning over his face like an electric heater on the coldest winter night.
It feels so much better than how he's ever imagined everythng to be.
Leader kisses him a fourth time, and this one lingers longer than the previous ones. Drawing them closer, and closer still until Leader is practically sitting on his lap, warm hands still gripping his face tightly. Lips and tongue working his pulses into such a frenzy that he could almost faint.
It’s just like on that night. Only that it’s better. Because this time, Jun knows he’s doing it because he wants it. They aren’t just caught in some sexually charged moment with Sho—
Sho isn’t even here to begin with.
It’s just him. And it’s just Leader.
And this just feels oh-so-right on so many levels that he hasn’t even begun wondering about...
Macchan and Satoshi-kun.
Just the two of them swapping beer-flavored spits, exchanging breaths laced in hints of want and desperation.
The two of them moaning in tandem into each other’s mouth, their hands holding steadfastly on to each other’s face, so they don’t instead start roaming into pants and sliding under shirts, and thus take this rather risky make out session into more riskier grounds.
It's Leader who finally pulls away. And it takes everything Jun has not to grab the man back and do it over again. This time, with him on the helm—
“So it wasn’t a dream after all, huh?” Leader says, casually reaching across the table to grab his half-filled glass of beer. “I really did kiss you that night...”
Jun gulps and almost chokes on his own tongue. He hasn’t even begun catching up with his breath, and this man is already taking it away again. He grabs his own glass and takes a long sip, purposefully giving his lips something to get busy with so he doesn’t end up sputtering out nonsense, gushing out his undying devotion for this man—
“And I also did like it...” Leader adds with a telltale smirk on his lips.
Jun clears his throat and decides to lay it off the beer, lest he chokes himself on it. His pulses racing, his face sweltering from the rush of red-hot blood suddenly ganging up on his cheeks, he picks his eyeglasses up instead and somehow finds quick refuge behind it, focusing his eyes right away on the farthest point above Leader’s head.
Which is really just the ceiling—
And which is really not far enough to distract him for more than a couple of seconds.
He thinks it's funny, really, how Leader can talk so much when he's drunk, while it only took a couple of kisses to practically knock the Jun Matsumoto out—
“Let’s go check on Sho-chan when we get back, okay?”
Jun hums, closing his eyes and finally letting the butterflies take total control of his heart.
What the fuck is wrong with this picture?
Nothing.
Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
***It's that Abunai episode again. xp
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Juntoshi (Ohno/Jun) with hints of OSM (Ohno/Sho/Jun)
Prompt: Glasses
Word Count: 1986
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Summary: Jun. Leader. And a kiss.
Note: written for
rainbowfilling. Also inspired by this song. Part of the Trifecta series.Jun will never say it out loud in a million years—not even in the next million years following that, and not even under duress of some super-advanced laser gun’s muzzle pressed hard and burning on his balls—but he’s really, seriously, quite disturbingly starting to see Leader in a different light.
And it isn’t just the ‘what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-this-picture’ kind anymore either. No, he’s already gone way, way, waaay past that!
This is an emotional rubicon, is what this is! Not that he’ll ever be willing to confess to it being ‘emotional’, to begin with—
No. This is really more of an appalling impasse.
A disarmingly foxy wall with foxier lips that just went splat on his face when he took that one wrong turn trying to keep up with Sho’s frisky ass that one night all three of them were in bed, just mindlessly—
Jun shakes his head out of that very vivid memory still niggling at the back of his mind. He refocuses on the conversation he’s been having on the phone with the very bearer of all things good and all things proportionately bad to his life lately, and curses under his breath. “Fuck you, Sho-kun—”
“Not tonight, baby. I’ve still got work to do.”
He grunts and grips the phone in his hand, every nerve-ending in his body flaring up in hatred for this man, who even has the gall to snicker and poke fun at his very palpable distress. “You son of a—!”
“Okay, I have to go!” Sho adds in a hurried murmur. “They’re knocking at my door right now. Don’t get any funny ideas of leaving Satoshi-kun behind, you hear?”
“Now there’s a thought!”
“Macchan, seriously! Don’t lose our Leader in Hawaii!!”
“Fine! Geez! You’re just making it sound more tempting...” Jun is fully prepared to take this conversation till well into midnight, cursing Sho to hell and back in all the languages he knew and is yet to create in a fit of rage, but Sho has already ended the call with a strategically whispered, “I love you...” that took Jun’s potty-mouth in its hands and clamped it shut with a comical smooch.
Sometimes, Jun does wonder how he’s even managed to put up with that man’s shocking childishness.
Then he catches sight of this other man, sitting across the table from him, and wonders even more if it is because of Satoshi Ohno that Sho Sakurai has become this way.
Then he wonders why he even bothers wondering—
“What did he say?” Leader asks, pouring more beer to his glass. It’s probably by some wicked miracle that the slouching man is not slurring yet after practically siphoning a couple more bottles of 22 ounces each previously.
“That I’m stuck with you for the rest of the night.” He grabs his own glass, already debating whether or not to order another round.
“Cool.” Leader raises his beer in a kind of salute, then frowns when he suddenly figures enough to ask, “Eeh, why?”
“He’s filming.”
“At this hour?!”
“Don’t snarl at me, Leader. I didn’t plan this.”
“Huh...” They both settle in their seats, chugging silently on their drinks; the walls of their private drinking room gradually closing in on them. “Sho-chan’s getting a little messed up these days.”
“Tell me about it,” Jun mumbles into his glass, just barely keeping himself from reaching over and slapping some semblance of sense back into the older man’s head
Because Sho Sakurai not being here right now has absolutely nothing to do with Sho Sakurai messing up on anything, aside from one Jun Matsumoto’s sanity.
“It’s not like him to plan night outs when he’s got work to do. Then bails when he remembers he’s actually got work to do,” Leader keeps musing out loud. “He didn’t usually forget about work. That’s like, top priority.”
“Well, top priorities change, it seems.” Jun grumbles, wanting nothing more than to gulp down the rest of his beer, order another bottle and gulp that one, too. If only he hadn’t been so arrogant as to refuse his manager’s offer to drive them around—
“What? What do you mean?” Wrinkling his brows in confusion, Leader empties his bottle into the glass.
And Jun can only smile wryly in response, while seriously considering baba chopping the man’s head just this once, to jolt said man's seemingly unruffled mind back to normalcy so he can figure it out for himself.
Because ever since the sneaky Keio boy has teased Jun's nerves raw into confessing that he’s become rather interested in Leader in the very exact way he’s previously sworn never to get interested in the older man, following that especially heated night in bed when he and Leader got so indomitably caught up in the moment that they started kissing, and eventually making out on top of Sho.
Sho’s priorities seem to have shifted significantly after that. Making up all sorts of excuses so that Jun is left alone with Leader in all sorts of situations, long enough so that they can both talk about what happened that night.
Jun doubts there’s anything to talk about at all, though. Leader doesn’t look like he remembers half of what he did when he’s drunk.
But Jun remembers it. All of it.
Whenever he as much as catches a glimpse of Leader, he never fails to remember—
The feel of the man’s lips moving against his own.
The invasive tongue that wasn’t Sho’ s darting into his mouth and acquainting itself with every warm and intimate corner that he has only ever allowed one other man to do.
And Sho seemed to have enjoyed himself thoroughly watching them at it, too.
And though it mostly embarrasses him to remember it now, Jun does feel a special fondness for that moment just as well.
He liked it. He definitely did. And if he could do that night over again, he’d probably want to end up doing the same thing.
He wants to kiss Leader again. It’s what he’s been thinking about whenever he actually gives himself time to breathe and think.
It’s what he’s thinking about now, as he tries all his best to focus his eyes on his drink, so he doesn’t instead end up staring at Leader’s lips like a lovesick puppy itching to just jump the man right then and there and lick his face.
He’s even taken his eyeglasses off so he isn’t tempted to cheat and steal brief glances like he’s some naive teenager obsessing on his first great crush. The one he swears to give his forever to. The only one who will forever own his heart—
Except that it isn't supposed to be Leader...
“I wanna see Sho-chan all of a sudden,” the older man whines, pouting like a toddler asking for some lollipop. “Like, right now. I don’t even know why. Is that weird?”
“Not by your standards.”
“Eeeh? What do you know about my standards, Matsujun?” Leader chuckles. “Wait, did that even make sense? Am I still making sense? Can we just go back to Sho-chan now? Please? Pretty please?”
“No. I just told you he’s working.” Jun says rather impatiently. Like he’s talking to a drunken old man trying to pass up as a toddler still asking for that elusive lollipop.
Strange that although Jun does feel the same, he also doesn’t mind just staying here. Right here in this private booth, in this personal space he’s currently sharing with the other man who, though gradually, has managed to wiggle his way into Jun’s heart.
Jun suspects it’s more than just the kiss. The kiss was probably just a trigger that helped him realize what he ought to have realized a long time ago, right on the very first day they moved in together. All three of them in a single house. All bonded by the love of and the love they share for the same man...
Who incidentally enough just happens to be Jun’s first great crush—
But whoever said ‘forevers’ can only be shared between two people, anyway?
Jun is jolted out of his thoughts when he feels his seat shift from the added weight of Leader slipping into the booth beside him.
And without even giving him time to blink, the older man just up and grabs his face, squishing it tightly between his hands, before pressing their lips together in a chaste and flitting kiss that almost completely took Jun’s doting soul away.
“Wha—?” He opens his mouth in a question that he’s still trying to process in his head.
“You were zoning out.” Leader says in a husky whisper that made Jun’s face burn even more. “And you were doing it so much better than me.”
Another flitting kiss and Jun’s closing his eyes—
“I could lose my job, you know.”
One more kiss and Jun’s practically putty in the devious man’s hands. “Idiot...”
He grips Leader’s wrists, savoring the older man’s beer breath fanning over his face like an electric heater on the coldest winter night.
It feels so much better than how he's ever imagined everythng to be.
Leader kisses him a fourth time, and this one lingers longer than the previous ones. Drawing them closer, and closer still until Leader is practically sitting on his lap, warm hands still gripping his face tightly. Lips and tongue working his pulses into such a frenzy that he could almost faint.
It’s just like on that night. Only that it’s better. Because this time, Jun knows he’s doing it because he wants it. They aren’t just caught in some sexually charged moment with Sho—
Sho isn’t even here to begin with.
It’s just him. And it’s just Leader.
And this just feels oh-so-right on so many levels that he hasn’t even begun wondering about...
Macchan and Satoshi-kun.
Just the two of them swapping beer-flavored spits, exchanging breaths laced in hints of want and desperation.
The two of them moaning in tandem into each other’s mouth, their hands holding steadfastly on to each other’s face, so they don’t instead start roaming into pants and sliding under shirts, and thus take this rather risky make out session into more riskier grounds.
It's Leader who finally pulls away. And it takes everything Jun has not to grab the man back and do it over again. This time, with him on the helm—
“So it wasn’t a dream after all, huh?” Leader says, casually reaching across the table to grab his half-filled glass of beer. “I really did kiss you that night...”
Jun gulps and almost chokes on his own tongue. He hasn’t even begun catching up with his breath, and this man is already taking it away again. He grabs his own glass and takes a long sip, purposefully giving his lips something to get busy with so he doesn’t end up sputtering out nonsense, gushing out his undying devotion for this man—
“And I also did like it...” Leader adds with a telltale smirk on his lips.
Jun clears his throat and decides to lay it off the beer, lest he chokes himself on it. His pulses racing, his face sweltering from the rush of red-hot blood suddenly ganging up on his cheeks, he picks his eyeglasses up instead and somehow finds quick refuge behind it, focusing his eyes right away on the farthest point above Leader’s head.
Which is really just the ceiling—
And which is really not far enough to distract him for more than a couple of seconds.
He thinks it's funny, really, how Leader can talk so much when he's drunk, while it only took a couple of kisses to practically knock the Jun Matsumoto out—
“Let’s go check on Sho-chan when we get back, okay?”
Jun hums, closing his eyes and finally letting the butterflies take total control of his heart.
What the fuck is wrong with this picture?
Nothing.
Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
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***It's that Abunai episode again. xp
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Date: 2014-11-28 11:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-29 08:48 pm (UTC)LOL~! I think the 'ball' himself wants them to learn playing on their own.
Thanks very much for reading and sharing my love for this ot3~! ^____^<333