Fic ~ Matsumoto Bares His Soul, Soul...
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amh1988Wow, I didn’t even realise that the last chapter would be considered that much of a cliff-hanger. Well, never fear, it continues here, and we finally get to hear Jun confess everything. Or nearly everything, anyway. But it’s Aiba’s reaction that takes precedence in this chapter. What’s his way of dealing with this revelation? You’ll just have to read to find out….
Chapter Specific Warning: Naughty stuff within….
Title: Recoil (Chapter Five ~ Confession)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 3,300
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: Tired of his secrets, Jun decides it’s time to reveal all. But he didn’t quite expect it to be taken so literally.
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Chapter One - Duality - HERE
Chapter Two - Implications - HERE
Chapter Three - Complications - HERE
Chapter Four - Guardian - HERE
Chapter Five ~ Confession
On stage, and in front of the cameras, Aiba Masaki cultivated the image of an unperceptive clown to perfection – but he was no fool. Relaxing at home with his long-time friend and colleague beside him, Aiba read the situation clearly. Where he had been joking around only a moment before, he could tell at a glance that something was weighing on Jun’s mind.
“Actually Aiba-chan… there’s something you should know about me…”
Sensing that this was something important, the cheerful Idol was prepared to listen solemnly. Straightening up to sit attentively he radiated calm assurance. “What is it?” He asked carefully.
Matsumoto seemed reluctant and had difficulty meeting his eye. “It’s something I’ve been keeping from you – from everyone.” He paused uncertainly before sidetracking himself slightly. “Well, Nino knows, and I think Leader figured it out a little while ago. But it’s not like we’ve talked about it, you know? And I’ve kept it a secret for so long… Gah~ I don’t know… I can’t not tell you anymore.”
As Jun rambled apprehensively, Aiba recognised that the man was nervous. In order to get his friend to stop dancing around the issue, he smiled kindly and elbowed him. “Just say it already~!” He instructed nonchalantly.
Trapped, Matsumoto swallowed convulsively to work some moisture into his drying throat. “I… I’m gay.” He admitted finally, his voice small and flat.
Thinking that there was more to Jun’s troubles than that, Aiba waited for a moment before prompting his friend. “And…?”
“And!?” He repeated, nonplussed by the taller man’s laid-back reaction. “That it Aiba-chan: I sleep with men.”
“So? I sleep with Sho-chan all the time. It’s no big deal.”
“It’s not the same.” Jun pointed out, momentarily taken with the surrealism of having to explain the distinction to the man. “Unlike you and Sho-kun, I’m not even remotely interested in women.”
Masaki had difficultly accepting Matsumoto’s words. “Really? Not even a little bit?” He enquired in wide-eyed curiosity. “But you’re so popular with girls…”
Jun could not help the wry smile that Aiba’s child-like mannerisms inspired. “That has nothing to do with it.” He smirked. Somehow, in spite of his misgivings, Masaki’s nonchalance made him feel that it was all right to open up.
“But… girls have boobs, you know.” The man continued in the tones of a man imparting a great secret.
Laughing, Jun swatted his friend over the head. “I know that you idiot.” He scolded fondly. “And I’m not interested in them either – I’m more of an ass man.”
“Well, that makes sense.” Aiba conceded. “So… since when, anyway?”
Matsumoto considered for a moment. “Since always, I guess. I think, deep down, I always knew. And I was certain by the time Arashi debuted.”
“That long?” The older man was silent for a time as he digested the implications of Jun’s confession. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” He asked at length, sounding grave.
“It’s not exactly something the agency would approve of Aiba-chan.” He explained patiently. “Or the rest of society either. You know that. I didn’t want to risk screwing everything up for the group.”
“We’re your friends Jun-chan.” Aiba argued plaintively. “Didn’t you trust us?”
The younger man blanched. He had always reasoned that he kept his secret to protect his friends and his group. He had never considered that it might show a lack of faith on his part. Matsumoto had suffered through the lie to save them from the painful truth, but he was beginning to see that the lie could hurt his friends too. It was terrifying to think that everything he had done to hide his secret might back-fire on him.
And, as his tongue tripped over itself to find the right words, Masaki continued in a pitiful monotone. “All that time… all those times we bathed together, or slept in same bed….”
Cringing, Matsumoto was quick to reassure the man. “It wasn’t like that Aiba-chan! I never thought about you like that.”
Aiba shot the man a hard glare. “And why not?” He demanded with a pout.
Utterly confused by what he saw as Aiba’s sudden change of pace, Matsumoto was at a loss. “What?”
“I mean, living with that secret couldn’t have been easy, right? There must have been times when it was unbearable – So why didn’t you come to me for help? You knew about me and Nino, and you and I have been friends nearly as long. You must have known that it wouldn’t bother me.” The older man was genuinely disturbed by the thought that his friend had not seen him as someone to be replied upon. “Why would you ignore me Jun-chan? Don’t you like me?” The last question was a moping whine.
Matsumoto Jun rubbed at his temples to ward off an impending headache. “Aiba-chan… are you upset that I never made a pass at you?” He asked incredulously.
“Well why not? Do you dislike me that much?”
“That’s not true.” Jun threw a comforting arm around the taller man’s shoulder instinctively. It had yet to occur to him that it was odd for him to suddenly be in the position of consoling his friend. “I care about you a lot Aiba-chan. Maybe not in the same way Sho-chan does, but almost.”
“Then why–”
Matsumoto sighed. He realised that only the full truth would satisfy Aiba’s questions. “Because I already had someone else that I liked.” He admitted. “That I’ve always liked.”
“Oh. So you’re dating him?”
“Not exactly….” The words came painfully as the man went on. “It’s Ohno-kun.”
“Huh!?” Sitting up straight, Aiba’s expression clearly displayed his shock. “Does Leader know?” He blurted. He regretted his outburst immediately, however, as he saw Jun slump slightly in defeat.
“Of course not.” Summoning up the strength to continue, Jun then told Masaki everything. As much as it pained him to make himself so vulnerable, he talked about the ten years he had spent pining after their leader. He explained the burden of keeping his secret and how, even after establishing a sexual relationship with the man, it was not enough. He described his feeling for the oldest man in detail, and wondered aloud about why Ninomiya had seen it but Ohno could not.
At the mention of Ninomiya’s keen eye, Aiba spoke up. “That’s just like him.” He noted empathetically. “Kazu-chan has us all figured out.”
Happy to allow the conversation to move in a different, less agonizing direction, Matsumoto nodded. “I think he spends his spare time studying us and making notes.” He agreed with a weak smile.
“That’s kind of scary!” Aiba laughed jokingly. “Uwah~ Somehow, I hope I never make him angry.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“Eh?” Masaki paused for a second, but did not make an issue of Jun’s claim except to argue against it. “I don’t know about that…. He seemed pretty mad at me during the concert meeting the other day.” He confided. “But then he was fine the next day, so I figured he had just needed to get laid.”
The tall man had made the statement in jest, but the accuracy of the off-hand remark caught Jun by surprise. For the briefest of seconds, his face revealed his shock, his worry and his guilt. It was only a moment of broken eye contact and tensed body language, but it was enough for Aiba to read the man.
Eyes growing wide, Aiba regarded his friend. “Jun-chan!” He gasped. “Did you and Nino-?” Seeing the answer clearly written on Matsumoto’s features, he did not need to hear the younger man confirm it. Inhaling deeply and puffing his cheeks out in a huff, Aiba gave the man a half-hearted shove. “How could you!?” And while Jun tried desperately to get a word in edgewise, Masaki charged on heedlessly. “I knew it…. I knew you hated me.”
Jun spluttered. “What!?” Aiba’s unpredictable behaviour made his head spin.
“Oh, you don’t mind going to Nino-chan when you need to stop worrying about Oh-chan, but you’re not interested in me.” He continued blithely. “I don’t get it – What’s wrong with me?”
Finally understanding that his friend was deliberately messing with his head, Matsumoto heaved a sigh. Playing dumb and turning the conversation inside-out was Aiba’s way of taking the focus away from more unpleasant matters. By twisting things in such a way that forced Jun to be the one to reassure his friend, Aiba made him forget to feel sorry for himself.
Masaki had skilfully levelled the playing field and put them both back on equal terms. Privately, Jun realised that Aiba’s method had worked, and for he was grateful. “It’s not like I planned for it to happen.” He rationalised evenly, feeling better. “And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.”
“Then why Nino-chan and not me?” He pressed stubbornly.
Shaking his head in mild amusement, Matsumoto rolled his eyes. “Uh, in case you’ve forgotten, you’re kind of dating Sho-kun.” He reminded his friend, certain that this would end the silly discussion.
But Aiba just shrugged. “So? Sho-chan wouldn’t mind – not if it was you. We have an understanding…”
“You’re kidding!?”
“Nope. We came to an agreement.” Masaki informed him haughtily. “As long as it’s another member, then it’s OK.”
Matsumoto stared. “It’s… OK?” He repeated slowly. “What… what do you mean by ‘it’?”
“Anything.” Aiba responded immediately with a suggestive smirk and a lavacious gleam in his bright eyes. “Everything.” He added, his voice lowering an octave to become a husky whisper.
Frozen in place, the young man found himself holding his breath, transfixed by the way Aiba leaned in towards him. He was positive that Masaki was acting this way just to get a rise out of him. But the lithe man’s seductive manner – no matter how playful – had a very literal effect on Matsumoto. As he held Aiba’s gaze, Jun suddenly saw the man anew.
For more than ten years, he had stood beside his friend without ever really looking at him. His mind had been so filled with thoughts of Ohno Satoshi that he had overlooked so much. He had not noticed that Aiba had grown form the gangly boy he had known in his teens, into an attractive, virile man. Aiba Masaki, with his long, sinuous body, his wide, easy smile and his breathy, humble laughter, had become a man of undeniable sex-appeal. And, as the air between them became charged and the mood changed, Matsumoto did not try to deny it.
The older male sensed the shift in the atmosphere too and adjusted to it accordingly. The teasing light in his eyes darkened with real heat and he gave Jun a small, timorous smile of assurance. Aiba was not unattached, but he was available for his friend and willing to do anything for him.
Entranced and conscious of the frisson between them, Jun reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Masaki’s cheek. Aiba leaned into the feather-light touch, closing his eyes peacefully when Jun ran his fingers softly through his unruly hair. The younger man kneaded the muscles at Aiba’s neck before following the line of his throat with his fingertips. Delicately, Jun traced the supple tendons all the way down to where the dip of his clavicle disappeared under the fabric of his t-shirt, and Aiba shivered.
The air feeling thick in his lungs, Matsumoto drew away a little to regard the man through half-lidded eyes. “God, Aiba-chan…” He breathed. “When did you get so….”
Opening his eyes, Masaki moved closer to Jun’s body than rested his hands at the man’s shoulders. “So what?” He asked, tipping his head to the side wonderingly.
Jun took the opportunity to steal a kiss and brushed his lips against Aiba’s full mouth lightly. “So sexy.” He murmured. And, before the taller man could reply, he reclaimed the lips he had only just sampled. Slotting their mouths firmly together and sliding his tongue along the warm contours of Aiba’s mouth, Jun swallowed the man’s breathy moans.
His hands smoothed over Masaki’s body, along the tops of his arms and across the sharp plains of his back as the older man began to rock into him, slow and sensual. The pace was unhurried but unfaltering as Aiba began to unbutton Jun shirt, still locked in the tender embrace of their leisurely kiss.
Then, Aiba slid the fabric over his shoulders, running calloused palms over his bare chest, Jun had to break away to draw breath. Taking the lithe man by the wrists, he stopped Masaki from going any further before he made him lift his arms above his head and Jun divested the man of his t-shirt. Both naked from the waist up, the two men took a moment to simply drink in the sight of each other.
They had seen one another before, of course, in various states of undress; but never like this. They had never looked at each other with eyes glazed with passion – bodies hot with need. Now, as if seeing his friend and colleague for the first time, Aiba bit down on his bottom lip. “Uh, Jun-chan….” He voice trembled on the edge of a hoarse whisper and he quickly cleared his throat to keep it steady. “Maybe we should… you know– the bedroom?”
As if coming out of a daze, Matsumoto blinked. “Um… yeah.” He nodded slowly. Getting to his feet, he offered a hand to the other man.
Masaki led the way down the hall, carefully circumnavigating the overturned chair, tiptoeing past the spare room and showing Jun into his room. Matsumoto, with a hand at Aiba’s hip, steered the man to stand by the large, unmade bed and kept him there with another kiss. And then he was moving to follow the curve of Aiba’s strong jaw with his lips. Down the sensitive skin of his neck, caressing the definition of his chest, Jun forged a lazy path down Masaki’s torso. Finally, holding the waistband of the other mans pants and reaching his navel, Jun dropped to his knees.
While the younger man worked his clothing off and nuzzled at the trail of downy hair low on his abdomen, Aiba swayed unsteadily on his feet. “Jun,” He mumbled roughly. “I- I can’t stand up for much longer.”
With a languorous smile, Matsumoto rose and began unbuckling his own belt. “Then don’t.” He suggested kindly, indicating the bed. As Aiba climbed atop the mattress and waited expectantly on the sheets, Jun kicked of his trousers and joined the man. Gently pushing Masaki to lay supine, his eyes travelled over the graceful body before him.
Lightly tanned, flawless skin, sleek, hard muscle and hot, quivering flesh combined to make Aiba a tempting sight. Positioning himself beside the man, on his side with his head braced by an elbow, Jun used his other hand to stoke his friend intimately.
Aiba let out a low, wanton groan at the eagerly anticipated touch. Bucking into Jun’s palm, he shifted to seize the younger man’s lips once more. And as Matsumoto continued to caress him and brought him to fever-pitch, Aiba curled his own hand around the man’s hot length.
His rhythm faltered and he took a shuddering breath. “Uhn… Aiba-chan, I want you so much.” He confessed.
Masaki nodded. “Mm hmm… Your side. T-top drawer.”
Fumbling around at the nightstand behind him, Jun located Aiba’s supply of lubricant and, as he sat up to unscrew the lid, the taller man moved too. Sitting on his knees, Aiba helped Jun to smear the slick gel over them both. Sliding his hands effortlessly over the silky steel of Jun’s throbbing erection, his breath grew shallow as the tension built.
Matsumoto, captivated by the sultry sounds that the other man was making and the simple skill with which he found Jun’s rhythm, could hold back no longer. All at once, he was reach around to press a finger inside the man; testing Masaki and preparing him for what was to come.
Thrusting against Jun’s hand, the nubile young man made it obvious just how good he felt. Masaki was no shirking violet – he was eager – and it was not long before he was gasping and urging the younger man on. Unable to resist, Aiba took one hand from Jun’s tumescence in order to fist his own swollen flesh simultaneously.
Pushing a second digit inside the man, Matsumoto struggled back from the precipice. The sheer eroticism of watching Aiba touch himself was almost enough to shatter his control. And when Aiba’s head fell back with a groan and he pleaded with Jun in breathy whispers to go faster – to fill him completely – the over-wrought man could not refuse.
Carefully, he withdrew long enough to turn the taller man around and help him into a comfortable position on his hands and knees. Holing his slick shaft, Matsumoto pushed inside the man slowly. Clenching his jaw as Aiba clamped around his length initially, Jun took a steadying breath. But the lithe man adapted quickly and began to rock against him restlessly.
“Jun-chan, please...” Masaki moaned, backing into his shallow thrusts and working his own flesh roughly. “You don’t need… to be so- so gentle.”
Even as he gave the other man what he wanted – changing his pace to slide into the man, long and deep – Matsumoto was distracted by Aiba’s words. All his adult life, Jun had always been pragmatic about sex. He had never thought anything of assuaging his needs selfishly with any suitable and willing partner. With the exception of Ohno Satoshi, Matsumoto had never paid particular attention to anything more than the physical needs of his lovers. It had only ever been Ohno, whom he loved and desired that Jun had treated with real care before.
But here and now, he found himself treating Masaki with the same tender affection he bestowed upon the eldest member of Arashi. The thought rocked him as much as the physical please of being locked within Aiba’s tight embrace.
Firmly, Matsumoto put his doubts aside. Reaching around to take the tall man’s taut shaft in hand, Jun stroked him until Aiba was writhing beneath him. With long, deliberate thrusts, he sought the spot that would send the vivacious man – and himself – over the edge. Leaning across Aiba’s back, he murmured softly into his ear. “C’mon Aiba-chan… let go for me….” Even if he wanted to treat Masaki as callously as his past lovers, Jun knew it would be impossible.
“Uhn~ I’m nearly… ah- just a… a little more~” Aiba gasped, placing his hand over Jun’s at the crux of his thighs, he peaked. As his essence spilled over their entwined fingers and the crumpled sheets, Aiba’s whole body trembled.
The sudden stifling pressure of the man’s contracting muscles enfolding Jun sent the younger man into paroxysms of his own. Driving deep into his friend, Matsumoto’s release surged hot and hard inside the man, stealing with it the last of his energy.
The two men collapsed together on the mattress, panting. Matsumoto gathered the lithe man naturally into the cradle of his body as a calming peace washed over him. “Aiba-chan?” He spoke after a time, when his heartbeat no longer thundered in his chest.
“Mmm? What is it?”
“Is this really alright? What if Sho-kun–”
“It’s fine.” Aiba interrupted with quiet certainty. “Sho-chan and I talked about it. There’s nothing to worry about. Just… it might not be a good idea to advertise it to everyone, you know.” He added with a smile.
Matsumoto nodded, gladly accepting Masaki’s reassurance. “We’re such a weird group.” He noted wryly.
“Yup!” Aiba agreed with an unapologetic grin. Sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood. “You can rest here for a bit if you want Jun-chan.” He offered brightly. “I need to shower and clean up before Jay-kun wakes up.”
Matsumoto grimaced; he had completely forgotten about Aiba’s little cousin asleep in the next room. As the other man left the room, Jun uttered a silent prayer of thanks that the child had not woken up and wandered into the room in the middle of things.
Although, it might have been interesting to watch Masaki try to explain the situation to a toddler.
To be continued…
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Mahwhahaha!
*giggy, manic laughter*
Sorry, something about writing this chapter broke my brain. Don’t ask.
Anyway, I’ve noticed that my chapters are getting longer (the upcoming chapter 6 marks a new record I think.) But hey, what’cha gonna do? Buttsecks on this scale takes time, dammit! And seeing as pretty much every chapter from this point on contains some form of filth, it really can’t be helped. *shrug*
Annnnd~, this officially marks the halfway point of the story people. And things are gonna get messy before they get better.
The next chapter will be posted on:Tuesday 2nd March. *UPDATED* If you want to keep track of this story (and all my other works,) check out my master post [HERE] I’ll keep it updated with any new information.
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥
Chapter Specific Warning: Naughty stuff within….
Title: Recoil (Chapter Five ~ Confession)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 3,300
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: Tired of his secrets, Jun decides it’s time to reveal all. But he didn’t quite expect it to be taken so literally.
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Chapter One - Duality - HERE
Chapter Two - Implications - HERE
Chapter Three - Complications - HERE
Chapter Four - Guardian - HERE
Recoil
Chapter Five ~ Confession
On stage, and in front of the cameras, Aiba Masaki cultivated the image of an unperceptive clown to perfection – but he was no fool. Relaxing at home with his long-time friend and colleague beside him, Aiba read the situation clearly. Where he had been joking around only a moment before, he could tell at a glance that something was weighing on Jun’s mind.
“Actually Aiba-chan… there’s something you should know about me…”
Sensing that this was something important, the cheerful Idol was prepared to listen solemnly. Straightening up to sit attentively he radiated calm assurance. “What is it?” He asked carefully.
Matsumoto seemed reluctant and had difficulty meeting his eye. “It’s something I’ve been keeping from you – from everyone.” He paused uncertainly before sidetracking himself slightly. “Well, Nino knows, and I think Leader figured it out a little while ago. But it’s not like we’ve talked about it, you know? And I’ve kept it a secret for so long… Gah~ I don’t know… I can’t not tell you anymore.”
As Jun rambled apprehensively, Aiba recognised that the man was nervous. In order to get his friend to stop dancing around the issue, he smiled kindly and elbowed him. “Just say it already~!” He instructed nonchalantly.
Trapped, Matsumoto swallowed convulsively to work some moisture into his drying throat. “I… I’m gay.” He admitted finally, his voice small and flat.
Thinking that there was more to Jun’s troubles than that, Aiba waited for a moment before prompting his friend. “And…?”
“And!?” He repeated, nonplussed by the taller man’s laid-back reaction. “That it Aiba-chan: I sleep with men.”
“So? I sleep with Sho-chan all the time. It’s no big deal.”
“It’s not the same.” Jun pointed out, momentarily taken with the surrealism of having to explain the distinction to the man. “Unlike you and Sho-kun, I’m not even remotely interested in women.”
Masaki had difficultly accepting Matsumoto’s words. “Really? Not even a little bit?” He enquired in wide-eyed curiosity. “But you’re so popular with girls…”
Jun could not help the wry smile that Aiba’s child-like mannerisms inspired. “That has nothing to do with it.” He smirked. Somehow, in spite of his misgivings, Masaki’s nonchalance made him feel that it was all right to open up.
“But… girls have boobs, you know.” The man continued in the tones of a man imparting a great secret.
Laughing, Jun swatted his friend over the head. “I know that you idiot.” He scolded fondly. “And I’m not interested in them either – I’m more of an ass man.”
“Well, that makes sense.” Aiba conceded. “So… since when, anyway?”
Matsumoto considered for a moment. “Since always, I guess. I think, deep down, I always knew. And I was certain by the time Arashi debuted.”
“That long?” The older man was silent for a time as he digested the implications of Jun’s confession. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” He asked at length, sounding grave.
“It’s not exactly something the agency would approve of Aiba-chan.” He explained patiently. “Or the rest of society either. You know that. I didn’t want to risk screwing everything up for the group.”
“We’re your friends Jun-chan.” Aiba argued plaintively. “Didn’t you trust us?”
The younger man blanched. He had always reasoned that he kept his secret to protect his friends and his group. He had never considered that it might show a lack of faith on his part. Matsumoto had suffered through the lie to save them from the painful truth, but he was beginning to see that the lie could hurt his friends too. It was terrifying to think that everything he had done to hide his secret might back-fire on him.
And, as his tongue tripped over itself to find the right words, Masaki continued in a pitiful monotone. “All that time… all those times we bathed together, or slept in same bed….”
Cringing, Matsumoto was quick to reassure the man. “It wasn’t like that Aiba-chan! I never thought about you like that.”
Aiba shot the man a hard glare. “And why not?” He demanded with a pout.
Utterly confused by what he saw as Aiba’s sudden change of pace, Matsumoto was at a loss. “What?”
“I mean, living with that secret couldn’t have been easy, right? There must have been times when it was unbearable – So why didn’t you come to me for help? You knew about me and Nino, and you and I have been friends nearly as long. You must have known that it wouldn’t bother me.” The older man was genuinely disturbed by the thought that his friend had not seen him as someone to be replied upon. “Why would you ignore me Jun-chan? Don’t you like me?” The last question was a moping whine.
Matsumoto Jun rubbed at his temples to ward off an impending headache. “Aiba-chan… are you upset that I never made a pass at you?” He asked incredulously.
“Well why not? Do you dislike me that much?”
“That’s not true.” Jun threw a comforting arm around the taller man’s shoulder instinctively. It had yet to occur to him that it was odd for him to suddenly be in the position of consoling his friend. “I care about you a lot Aiba-chan. Maybe not in the same way Sho-chan does, but almost.”
“Then why–”
Matsumoto sighed. He realised that only the full truth would satisfy Aiba’s questions. “Because I already had someone else that I liked.” He admitted. “That I’ve always liked.”
“Oh. So you’re dating him?”
“Not exactly….” The words came painfully as the man went on. “It’s Ohno-kun.”
“Huh!?” Sitting up straight, Aiba’s expression clearly displayed his shock. “Does Leader know?” He blurted. He regretted his outburst immediately, however, as he saw Jun slump slightly in defeat.
“Of course not.” Summoning up the strength to continue, Jun then told Masaki everything. As much as it pained him to make himself so vulnerable, he talked about the ten years he had spent pining after their leader. He explained the burden of keeping his secret and how, even after establishing a sexual relationship with the man, it was not enough. He described his feeling for the oldest man in detail, and wondered aloud about why Ninomiya had seen it but Ohno could not.
At the mention of Ninomiya’s keen eye, Aiba spoke up. “That’s just like him.” He noted empathetically. “Kazu-chan has us all figured out.”
Happy to allow the conversation to move in a different, less agonizing direction, Matsumoto nodded. “I think he spends his spare time studying us and making notes.” He agreed with a weak smile.
“That’s kind of scary!” Aiba laughed jokingly. “Uwah~ Somehow, I hope I never make him angry.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“Eh?” Masaki paused for a second, but did not make an issue of Jun’s claim except to argue against it. “I don’t know about that…. He seemed pretty mad at me during the concert meeting the other day.” He confided. “But then he was fine the next day, so I figured he had just needed to get laid.”
The tall man had made the statement in jest, but the accuracy of the off-hand remark caught Jun by surprise. For the briefest of seconds, his face revealed his shock, his worry and his guilt. It was only a moment of broken eye contact and tensed body language, but it was enough for Aiba to read the man.
Eyes growing wide, Aiba regarded his friend. “Jun-chan!” He gasped. “Did you and Nino-?” Seeing the answer clearly written on Matsumoto’s features, he did not need to hear the younger man confirm it. Inhaling deeply and puffing his cheeks out in a huff, Aiba gave the man a half-hearted shove. “How could you!?” And while Jun tried desperately to get a word in edgewise, Masaki charged on heedlessly. “I knew it…. I knew you hated me.”
Jun spluttered. “What!?” Aiba’s unpredictable behaviour made his head spin.
“Oh, you don’t mind going to Nino-chan when you need to stop worrying about Oh-chan, but you’re not interested in me.” He continued blithely. “I don’t get it – What’s wrong with me?”
Finally understanding that his friend was deliberately messing with his head, Matsumoto heaved a sigh. Playing dumb and turning the conversation inside-out was Aiba’s way of taking the focus away from more unpleasant matters. By twisting things in such a way that forced Jun to be the one to reassure his friend, Aiba made him forget to feel sorry for himself.
Masaki had skilfully levelled the playing field and put them both back on equal terms. Privately, Jun realised that Aiba’s method had worked, and for he was grateful. “It’s not like I planned for it to happen.” He rationalised evenly, feeling better. “And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.”
“Then why Nino-chan and not me?” He pressed stubbornly.
Shaking his head in mild amusement, Matsumoto rolled his eyes. “Uh, in case you’ve forgotten, you’re kind of dating Sho-kun.” He reminded his friend, certain that this would end the silly discussion.
But Aiba just shrugged. “So? Sho-chan wouldn’t mind – not if it was you. We have an understanding…”
“You’re kidding!?”
“Nope. We came to an agreement.” Masaki informed him haughtily. “As long as it’s another member, then it’s OK.”
Matsumoto stared. “It’s… OK?” He repeated slowly. “What… what do you mean by ‘it’?”
“Anything.” Aiba responded immediately with a suggestive smirk and a lavacious gleam in his bright eyes. “Everything.” He added, his voice lowering an octave to become a husky whisper.
Frozen in place, the young man found himself holding his breath, transfixed by the way Aiba leaned in towards him. He was positive that Masaki was acting this way just to get a rise out of him. But the lithe man’s seductive manner – no matter how playful – had a very literal effect on Matsumoto. As he held Aiba’s gaze, Jun suddenly saw the man anew.
For more than ten years, he had stood beside his friend without ever really looking at him. His mind had been so filled with thoughts of Ohno Satoshi that he had overlooked so much. He had not noticed that Aiba had grown form the gangly boy he had known in his teens, into an attractive, virile man. Aiba Masaki, with his long, sinuous body, his wide, easy smile and his breathy, humble laughter, had become a man of undeniable sex-appeal. And, as the air between them became charged and the mood changed, Matsumoto did not try to deny it.
The older male sensed the shift in the atmosphere too and adjusted to it accordingly. The teasing light in his eyes darkened with real heat and he gave Jun a small, timorous smile of assurance. Aiba was not unattached, but he was available for his friend and willing to do anything for him.
Entranced and conscious of the frisson between them, Jun reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Masaki’s cheek. Aiba leaned into the feather-light touch, closing his eyes peacefully when Jun ran his fingers softly through his unruly hair. The younger man kneaded the muscles at Aiba’s neck before following the line of his throat with his fingertips. Delicately, Jun traced the supple tendons all the way down to where the dip of his clavicle disappeared under the fabric of his t-shirt, and Aiba shivered.
The air feeling thick in his lungs, Matsumoto drew away a little to regard the man through half-lidded eyes. “God, Aiba-chan…” He breathed. “When did you get so….”
Opening his eyes, Masaki moved closer to Jun’s body than rested his hands at the man’s shoulders. “So what?” He asked, tipping his head to the side wonderingly.
Jun took the opportunity to steal a kiss and brushed his lips against Aiba’s full mouth lightly. “So sexy.” He murmured. And, before the taller man could reply, he reclaimed the lips he had only just sampled. Slotting their mouths firmly together and sliding his tongue along the warm contours of Aiba’s mouth, Jun swallowed the man’s breathy moans.
His hands smoothed over Masaki’s body, along the tops of his arms and across the sharp plains of his back as the older man began to rock into him, slow and sensual. The pace was unhurried but unfaltering as Aiba began to unbutton Jun shirt, still locked in the tender embrace of their leisurely kiss.
Then, Aiba slid the fabric over his shoulders, running calloused palms over his bare chest, Jun had to break away to draw breath. Taking the lithe man by the wrists, he stopped Masaki from going any further before he made him lift his arms above his head and Jun divested the man of his t-shirt. Both naked from the waist up, the two men took a moment to simply drink in the sight of each other.
They had seen one another before, of course, in various states of undress; but never like this. They had never looked at each other with eyes glazed with passion – bodies hot with need. Now, as if seeing his friend and colleague for the first time, Aiba bit down on his bottom lip. “Uh, Jun-chan….” He voice trembled on the edge of a hoarse whisper and he quickly cleared his throat to keep it steady. “Maybe we should… you know– the bedroom?”
As if coming out of a daze, Matsumoto blinked. “Um… yeah.” He nodded slowly. Getting to his feet, he offered a hand to the other man.
Masaki led the way down the hall, carefully circumnavigating the overturned chair, tiptoeing past the spare room and showing Jun into his room. Matsumoto, with a hand at Aiba’s hip, steered the man to stand by the large, unmade bed and kept him there with another kiss. And then he was moving to follow the curve of Aiba’s strong jaw with his lips. Down the sensitive skin of his neck, caressing the definition of his chest, Jun forged a lazy path down Masaki’s torso. Finally, holding the waistband of the other mans pants and reaching his navel, Jun dropped to his knees.
While the younger man worked his clothing off and nuzzled at the trail of downy hair low on his abdomen, Aiba swayed unsteadily on his feet. “Jun,” He mumbled roughly. “I- I can’t stand up for much longer.”
With a languorous smile, Matsumoto rose and began unbuckling his own belt. “Then don’t.” He suggested kindly, indicating the bed. As Aiba climbed atop the mattress and waited expectantly on the sheets, Jun kicked of his trousers and joined the man. Gently pushing Masaki to lay supine, his eyes travelled over the graceful body before him.
Lightly tanned, flawless skin, sleek, hard muscle and hot, quivering flesh combined to make Aiba a tempting sight. Positioning himself beside the man, on his side with his head braced by an elbow, Jun used his other hand to stoke his friend intimately.
Aiba let out a low, wanton groan at the eagerly anticipated touch. Bucking into Jun’s palm, he shifted to seize the younger man’s lips once more. And as Matsumoto continued to caress him and brought him to fever-pitch, Aiba curled his own hand around the man’s hot length.
His rhythm faltered and he took a shuddering breath. “Uhn… Aiba-chan, I want you so much.” He confessed.
Masaki nodded. “Mm hmm… Your side. T-top drawer.”
Fumbling around at the nightstand behind him, Jun located Aiba’s supply of lubricant and, as he sat up to unscrew the lid, the taller man moved too. Sitting on his knees, Aiba helped Jun to smear the slick gel over them both. Sliding his hands effortlessly over the silky steel of Jun’s throbbing erection, his breath grew shallow as the tension built.
Matsumoto, captivated by the sultry sounds that the other man was making and the simple skill with which he found Jun’s rhythm, could hold back no longer. All at once, he was reach around to press a finger inside the man; testing Masaki and preparing him for what was to come.
Thrusting against Jun’s hand, the nubile young man made it obvious just how good he felt. Masaki was no shirking violet – he was eager – and it was not long before he was gasping and urging the younger man on. Unable to resist, Aiba took one hand from Jun’s tumescence in order to fist his own swollen flesh simultaneously.
Pushing a second digit inside the man, Matsumoto struggled back from the precipice. The sheer eroticism of watching Aiba touch himself was almost enough to shatter his control. And when Aiba’s head fell back with a groan and he pleaded with Jun in breathy whispers to go faster – to fill him completely – the over-wrought man could not refuse.
Carefully, he withdrew long enough to turn the taller man around and help him into a comfortable position on his hands and knees. Holing his slick shaft, Matsumoto pushed inside the man slowly. Clenching his jaw as Aiba clamped around his length initially, Jun took a steadying breath. But the lithe man adapted quickly and began to rock against him restlessly.
“Jun-chan, please...” Masaki moaned, backing into his shallow thrusts and working his own flesh roughly. “You don’t need… to be so- so gentle.”
Even as he gave the other man what he wanted – changing his pace to slide into the man, long and deep – Matsumoto was distracted by Aiba’s words. All his adult life, Jun had always been pragmatic about sex. He had never thought anything of assuaging his needs selfishly with any suitable and willing partner. With the exception of Ohno Satoshi, Matsumoto had never paid particular attention to anything more than the physical needs of his lovers. It had only ever been Ohno, whom he loved and desired that Jun had treated with real care before.
But here and now, he found himself treating Masaki with the same tender affection he bestowed upon the eldest member of Arashi. The thought rocked him as much as the physical please of being locked within Aiba’s tight embrace.
Firmly, Matsumoto put his doubts aside. Reaching around to take the tall man’s taut shaft in hand, Jun stroked him until Aiba was writhing beneath him. With long, deliberate thrusts, he sought the spot that would send the vivacious man – and himself – over the edge. Leaning across Aiba’s back, he murmured softly into his ear. “C’mon Aiba-chan… let go for me….” Even if he wanted to treat Masaki as callously as his past lovers, Jun knew it would be impossible.
“Uhn~ I’m nearly… ah- just a… a little more~” Aiba gasped, placing his hand over Jun’s at the crux of his thighs, he peaked. As his essence spilled over their entwined fingers and the crumpled sheets, Aiba’s whole body trembled.
The sudden stifling pressure of the man’s contracting muscles enfolding Jun sent the younger man into paroxysms of his own. Driving deep into his friend, Matsumoto’s release surged hot and hard inside the man, stealing with it the last of his energy.
The two men collapsed together on the mattress, panting. Matsumoto gathered the lithe man naturally into the cradle of his body as a calming peace washed over him. “Aiba-chan?” He spoke after a time, when his heartbeat no longer thundered in his chest.
“Mmm? What is it?”
“Is this really alright? What if Sho-kun–”
“It’s fine.” Aiba interrupted with quiet certainty. “Sho-chan and I talked about it. There’s nothing to worry about. Just… it might not be a good idea to advertise it to everyone, you know.” He added with a smile.
Matsumoto nodded, gladly accepting Masaki’s reassurance. “We’re such a weird group.” He noted wryly.
“Yup!” Aiba agreed with an unapologetic grin. Sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood. “You can rest here for a bit if you want Jun-chan.” He offered brightly. “I need to shower and clean up before Jay-kun wakes up.”
Matsumoto grimaced; he had completely forgotten about Aiba’s little cousin asleep in the next room. As the other man left the room, Jun uttered a silent prayer of thanks that the child had not woken up and wandered into the room in the middle of things.
Although, it might have been interesting to watch Masaki try to explain the situation to a toddler.
To be continued…
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Mahwhahaha!
*giggy, manic laughter*
Sorry, something about writing this chapter broke my brain. Don’t ask.
Anyway, I’ve noticed that my chapters are getting longer (the upcoming chapter 6 marks a new record I think.) But hey, what’cha gonna do? Buttsecks on this scale takes time, dammit! And seeing as pretty much every chapter from this point on contains some form of filth, it really can’t be helped. *shrug*
Annnnd~, this officially marks the halfway point of the story people. And things are gonna get messy before they get better.
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Date: 2010-02-27 07:33 am (UTC)Lol. So it worked? I did try to go for sexy and sensual over dirty and hot in this chapter. Aiba just seemed to demand that sort of approach. XD
And well, Sho-chan was the one who suggested it in the first place... although he probably didn't expect Aiba to jump into bed with another member quite so quickly. XDD