Happy birthday! It's Aiba/Sho/Jun smut!
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waxrose! Happy birthday! I was really happy with this story at one point. And then I, you know, realized it was porno and that I'm not really aces at writing the pornos. And then I realized that there was plot in here that didn't quite mesh with all boysex going on so I spent most of my free time today making massive cuts and some edits. I might make those cuts into a follow up story. Or something. I unno. I make no promises! (If you find something horrifically wrong, please let me know by dropping by my user-info page and dropping me a message so that I can fix my shame the mistake.)
ANYWAY. The title is from the last line of a randomly generated haiku. Section breaks/titles are also from such haiku and are pretty meaningless. On a related note: There wasn't nearly as much porn in my haiku as I feared there might be.
i want for the world
won't be home tonight
They were getting significantly less drunk as time passed.
On a list of things Sho could have feared, should have feared, would have feared, that ranked right behind 'having drunken sex with both Aiba Masaki and Matsumoto Jun at the same time' and 'repeatedly'.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he was a little afraid of it all. The situation wasn't covered in the 'how to deal with a scandal' rulebook that Johnny's handed out to debuted talent, it wasn't even hinted at. This wasn't about being seen dating some girl; it wasn't just a few incriminating photos. It was a threesome, three guys, all bandmates, encounters repeated over the course of nearly a year. Getting caught out would be so far beyond the scope of disastrous that it was incomprehensible.
But it was hard to hold on to those thoughts, to any thoughts at all, when Aiba's hands were in his hair and Aiba's tongue was in his mouth and one of Aiba's long, long legs was pressing up between his own. Sho groaned into Aiba's mouth and rocked his hips forward, catching Aiba's gasp with an indrawn breath.
"Can't you two wait until we get into the apartment?" Jun asked. He was laughing, though, slurring his words just slightly. It was so obviously a put on, Sho thought. Jun hadn't had enough beer to start mumbling. It was heat, pure and simple, that was blurring the edges of his voice. Just heat. Just lust. Just…God.
Sho moaned into Aiba's kiss again. He caught Aiba's face in his hands and held him still, shoving him back against the wall to make sure he stayed, and untangled their tongues. He pulled back just enough so that he could look into Aiba's eyes, their mouths close enough to touch but not quite doing so. He held Aiba's eyes as he touched his tongue to Aiba's lower lip. It was a quick touch, a light touch, a touch that made Aiba whimper slightly deep in his throat. He did it again. And again. And again until Aiba's lips had parted, his panting breath warm against Sho's mouth. "Like this," he whispered.
"Guys," Jun said. His keys were jangling against the door's deadbolt.
Ignoring him, Sho coaxed Aiba's mouth open a little more. "Just like this," he murmured as Aiba whimpered again. He slid one hand into Aiba's hair and held his jaw with the other. He could feel Jun watching him holding Aiba and he smiled just a little as he licked Aiba's lower lip teasingly. Aiba made a small, soft sound and his tongue followed the retreat of Sho's, as Sho had expected it would. "Uh-uh," he said, putting a little distance between them, just enough so that Aiba couldn't reach him. "Like this," he repeated as he leaned back in.
"You guys," Jun said. His keys had stopped rattling.
Sho slid his tongue softly against Aiba's, right out in the open air. He didn't look at Jun. He didn't need to, to know that Jun was watching. Instead he concentrated on Aiba, licking at the underside of his tongue, swirling down around the sides, delicate flickers tip-to-tip. And then he sucked on it, softly, rhythmically, crude and to the point.
"Fuck," said Jun and Sho heard the door bang open.
hair dark and smooth and
Sho remembered the first time only in hazy, half-formed impressions. They'd been drunk, really and truly falling down drunk. He couldn't even recall why they'd gone out drinking together, only that they had and when the bar had closed they'd tumbled merrily into a cab together, all three of them squashed into the backseat.
He had a clear recollection of that, somehow. The loose-limbed sprawl of the severely inebriated making the ride more cramped than it should have been but he hadn't minded. It had been Aiba and it had been Jun and touching them both was warm and comfortable and comforting. He'd had an arm around Aiba and had kissed Jun's hair in the cab.
Maybe that had been the start.
our dance moves and all
Aiba let out a wail as Jun tore him away and pushed him into the apartment. Sho couldn't help making a pathetic sort of noise of his own. It was barely out, still ringing in his ears, when the door slammed shut and Jun shoved him up against it.
Jun's hands were tight on his wrists, dragging his hands away from his body when Sho reached for him. "I should finish you right here," Jun growled at him, pinning his hands to the door above his head. Sho tipped his head back and didn't respond to what Jun said. Instead, he responded to the thigh Jun had wedged between his own; grinding down against it with a satisfied purr.
It was Aiba who responded to Jun's words. "No, no, I want to play with Sho-chan, too." Sho watched Aiba press himself to Jun's back, lips against Jun's ear. "It's the most fun if we all play together, right? Let's play, Jun-chan," Aiba murmured persuasively, kiss-swollen lips brushing at Jun's skin in tiny, feathery touches. "Let's play something fun."
The words were right, Sho thought distantly. The words were fine for a drunken Aiba to say, even believable. But the look, Aiba's eyes shining with dark amusement, his lips curled into a teasing smile that he was sharing with Sho that said he knew exactly what he was doing. Saying that he knew Jun, knew what he liked, knew that Sho liked it too, knew exactly.
Drunk. They were drunk. Sho wet his lips. Slowly. "Are we going to play a game, Jun-chan?" he asked lightly. Sometimes when he was drunk he got a little silly, acted a little childish. He tightened his thighs around Jun's. "Are we?"
Jun's hands went hard, nearly hurting as Jun lunged forward and kissed him. The kiss was fierce, almost as though it had been too long since Jun had last had the chance to indulge. Sho knew that it hadn't been—Jun simply knew what he wanted and went full out when he went to get it.
Sho relaxed into it, letting Jun's tongue sweep roughly through his mouth, letting the door and Jun's hands on his wrists and Jun's leg between his thighs support him as much as they would. When Jun brought his knee up, firm and insistent, Sho pushed back into the sudden ache. It was too hard to be nice but it felt so good and Sho moaned it into Jun's mouth.
Jun jerked out of the kiss with a harsh breath that was almost a gasp. "You want to play?" he asked, darting back in and biting Sho's lower lip, raking it with his teeth. Jun's eyes were dangerous. Razor sharp with awareness, sparking with heat, they saw too much, said too much.
Sho looked away and sucked on his lower lip, releasing it with the same slow drag of teeth that Jun had used. He looked at Aiba from under his lashes. "Masaki-chan, do you know any games?" he asked, still trying to sound like he wasn't burning up from the inside out.
"Hmm," Aiba hummed. He was flush to Jun's back but his arms were around him now and his enterprising fingers were making short work of the buttons on Sho's shirt. "Hmmmm." The last of Sho's buttons came free and Aiba spread the sides open by dragging his hands up Sho's chest. "Oh!" he giggled a little and he must have stepped forward because Jun was suddenly even closer than before. "I know a good game. We can play 'follow the leader'."
"Who's the leader?" Jun demanded.
"I am, of course," Aiba answered and then giggled again. "I'm the leader and Sho-chan is the follower."
"Then what is Jun?" Sho asked, only belatedly remembering to tack a 'chan' onto the end.
Aiba touched the tip of Sho's nose lightly. "Jun-chan," he said authoritatively, "is the playground." He tapped Sho's nose again and then held his finger up. "Follow the leader, Sho-chan."
"Playground?" Jun snorted. "What kind of role is that?" But it was a superficial protest, so transparent that even drunk Sho could have seen through it. He held still while Aiba touched him.
"Follow, follow, Sho-chan," Aiba half-sang in a low voice. Sho watched Aiba's finger trace the shell of Jun's ear, butterfly light. He leaned forward and let his lips follow, skimming lightly down the soft lobe. He gave it a tiny kiss and pulled back, looking to Aiba again. He could feel Aiba's free hand between himself and Jun, twisting and pulling and probably opening Jun's shirt. "It gets trickier," Aiba warned. His touch was firmer, marking out a path from the corner of Jun's jaw to the jut of his collarbone.
Sho followed it with a hard stroke of his tongue but stopped before he'd managed to copy half of it. "I can't—" Jun was still holding his arms above his head, still pinning him fast to the door. He twisted his wrists, demonstrating.
"He just said it was going to get trickier," Jun said. He sounded a little breathless. "Are you seriously giving up now?
It was a challenge and Sho accepted it. He could be a bit of a rash drunk, at times. He stretched against Jun's hold on him. Jun slid closer but it wasn't to help; he braced his forearms along Sho's, limiting his reach even more than it had been. But he was still closer and Sho managed to finish the course Aiba had set, feeling it twinge in his shoulders and neck as he did. "No," he answered Jun.
"Very good, Sho-chan!" Aiba smiled at him over Jun's shoulder. There was a devious glint in his eyes, behind that cheerful gleam. "Now this, if you please." Aiba ran his finger from Jun's shoulder down over his chest, stopping over Jun's nipple and pinching it gently between his thumb and index finger, tweaking the point before lifting away. "Sho-chan's turn," he announced.
Sho looked at Jun. "Now I'm seriously giving up."
Jun smiled. "Wimp."
"I win," Aiba's smile flickered between light and dark, amusement and hunger, "that means I get a prize from Playground-san."
"What 'playground-san?'" Jun snapped. "You can kiss my—"
"Good idea!" Aiba cut him off. He twisted and Sho was always surprised by how Aiba could move like that, so fluid and easy. The surprise never lasted very long and standing there, captive against Jun, it was drowned easily by a hot surge of pure lust. Aiba had kissed Jun hard, like he was starving for him and Jun was kissing him back heatedly, like he couldn't get enough and it infuriated him that he couldn't. Jun shifted his shoulders, his hands dropping from Sho's wrists in an attempt to reach Aiba better. Aiba's hand was wrapped around the back of Jun's neck, the other clutching a fistful of Jun's open shirt. Watching them made something hot and needy prickle in Sho's veins and he moaned.
Jun's eyes cracked open and a moment later he smiled, biting at Aiba's lips. Sho arched his hips helpfully as Jun twisted his fingers through the belt loops on Sho's jeans. Sho kept his hands above his head even though Jun had let him go and let Jun move his body however he wanted. How he wanted turned out to be a shallow, rocking sway that gave the absolute minimum of friction to Sho's cock and just the right amount to his balls.
"New game," Jun said when Aiba broke off the kiss to suck in a deep lungful of air.
"I'm the leader," Aiba said immediately. "Jun-chan, you—"
"Simon Says," Jun spoke over him. "Simon says that your hair smells like a bar and you need to take a shower right now because I'm not going to keep playing with you if you stink like some dive."
Aiba pouted. "That's not fair. Sho-chan was in that bar, too."
"Fine," Jun rolled his eyes and his hips at the same time. "Simon says Sho has to shower with you."
If they'd been in the bar for even two hours, Sho would have been surprised. Things were so transparent. "Masaki-chan," he said to Aiba, because things were transparent but that didn't mean they weren't happening as long as they all played along. "Jun-chan was in the bar with us."
"That's right," Aiba didn't nod (usually when he was drunk he nodded, agreeing to everything with a cheerful bob of his head), just stepped back so that the there of them weren't crowded up against Jun's closed apartment door. "Simon says Jun has to shower with us too."
if it'll happen
Sho's memory of the time after that tiny kiss in the cab was a gray, blank void. He knew what must have happened: the cab arriving at his apartment building, somehow Aiba and Jun getting out with him, the elevator ride to his floor, the walk to his door. But when he thinks about it all that comes to mind is a throat-tightening rush of anticipation, the teetering edge between stepping back and not.
He could remember the way the choice stung on his skin, an electric ripple that crackled and snapped as it raced over him. He doesn't remember the kiss that came with it but he knows that that was what it was. He knew that they had been in the shower—the water cold because for once Sho hadn't thought to warm it up beforehand.
Whenever he thought about it he could feel his pulse pick up, matching the trip hammer beat of his heart from that half-remembered moment.
without meaning to
They moved slower in Jun's shower. Sho didn't think about why that was, about why the urgency faded the closer they got to the bedroom. Kisses were thorough and slow, hands were gentler, touches longer. Things just moved deeper in the water. Sho didn't think about it beyond the sensations.
Such as the fact that Jun's shampoo smelled like really, really expensive fruit. Sho leaned back into the lean, rangy length of Aiba's body and Jun furrowed his fingers through Sho's hair.
"Okay," Jun said quietly, "step back under the spray."
Aiba pulled him back out almost immediately. He could still feel soap bubbles running down his back. "Sho-chan, he didn't say 'Simon says'. Now you get another penalty. You're usually better at games than this."
"No, he's not," Jun said on one of those little, amused breaths that meant Jun was laughing.
"Am so," Sho protested lazily. The water was hot; it would have done nothing to sober up anybody. "I'm just drunk right now. Anyhow, what's my penalty this time?" He'd already been bitten (washing Aiba's hair) pinched (kissing Jun's shoulder) and had to sit outside the water while Aiba and Jun touched each other—elegantly long bodies pressed tightly together at chest and belly and groin, legs entwined—that one had take a toll.
"On your knees," Jun said after a moment. His voice had dropped half an octave.
Sho dropped to his knees, slicking his hair out of his eyes as the water cascaded over him.
"That's not a penalty," Aiba observed.
Jun grinned, wicked-edged. "Sure it is." He cupped Sho's face and tipped it back so he could look him in the eyes. "You don't get to move at all. Not beyond this." His fingers brushed over Sho's mouth and he shivered, ice shooting up and down along his spine despite the heat. Jun's hand was fisted around the hard length of his cock and he stroked once, twice, before brushing the head of it over Sho's lips. "Now open."
Sho opened his mouth. He could feel his heart drumming in his ears as Jun's hips eased forward, the head of his cock moving slick over the tip of Sho's tongue.
"You didn't say 'Simon says'." Aiba sounded breathless. Sho was tempted to turn and look at him. He knew there'd be color high on his cheeks and painting his mouth a bruised-looking shade of red.
"It's a penalty round," Jun said, his hips moving back, the head of his cock a hot drag over Sho's lower lip. "I don't have to say it." His hands were steady, one on Sho's cheek the other on the side of his neck. His fingers splayed, flexed, and then he pushed forward again, almost unbearably slow.
Before that first night, that first drunken fumble, Sho had never even contemplated giving a blow job to anybody. He was sure he'd made a mess of it just as he was sure that Aiba, too, hadn't been very good just highly enthusiastic. But he had done it; he knew that much because after that night the first sip of Kinshachi Blue Label always made him think of it, of solid heat and soft, thin skin. There was an intrinsic sweetness to the taste and smell of sucking Jun's cock, Sho had discovered, something that never changed no matter what they'd been eating or drinking or doing. In the back of his mind, in that first sip of beer, Sho thought it fit Jun perfectly.
Aiba's hands were there suddenly, pushing Jun back a step. Sho might have whimpered at the loss but Aiba's cock was there, taking Jun's place and Sho's whimper might have emerged as a grateful moan instead. Aiba's cock was about as thick Jun's, maybe a bit longer, but the taste was completely different. Where Jun was sweet, Aiba was musky, tangy. Sho thought of it as 'boyish' because, somehow, the scent of Aiba called to mind his memories of being a boy, of his first sexual awakenings, the wild, scary joy of discovery.
"Hey, did I say you could move in on this?" Jun was pushing at Aiba's shoulders—not hard, Aiba was still in Sho's mouth, with Sho's teeth right there—but meaningfully.
"It's a penalty round," Aiba reminded him, cupping the back of Sho's head. "Simon doesn't have to say 'suck Masaki's cock'."
Sho groaned, letting go of Aiba as he tipped his head back.
"Oh." Aiba blinked down at him and then smiled. "That's right, Sho-chan likes a little bit of dirty talking. He likes words. Sho-chan," Aiba hummed "is so smart."
"Whatever," Jun said dismissively, shouldering Aiba aside. "You can penalize him later." His thumbs stroked over Sho's jaw in wide arcs. "Just a little more," he said softly. "Deep as I can get, all right?"
As deep as Jun could get was as far as Jun could go. Sho was open throated for him, swallowing and swallowing as Jun pushed into him, until he had all of him. He wasn't sure if it was because he was unwilling to stop or just unable.
and I would have called
They had ended up in Sho's bed that night even though one of Sho's scattered memories was of thinking about the guest futons…thinking about them but not offering them. Along with that memory was the dim idea that he hadn't offered them pajamas, either. He certainly hadn't bothered putting any on himself.
After kissing in the shower they had gone, naked, to bed. Together. His other clear memory of that night was there, just under the covers: warm hands on his hips, a body moving over his, dark against dark, Aiba's uncertain voice saying his name, Jun's mouth eager against his, cool-tipped fingers tight on his shoulders.
Most vividly he remembered the painful, breaking swell of relief and his own voice hoarse in the quiet saying 'finally, oh god please, finally'.
find him for real
Aiba's laugh changed when he drank. That was always true. The bubbling giggles gave way to lower, breathier chuffs that were still completely irresistible. Sho found it especially irresistible when Aiba was kneeling between his thighs and it was being muffled against his abdomen. "Masaki," he called on an in-drawn breath. Aiba's tongue touched the crease between Sho's thigh and body. "Masaki-chan," he said on the exhale.
"Sho-chan," Aiba replied against his skin. "Sho-chan just has to close his eyes and count to ten." Lower down, Aiba's fingers found the opening to Sho's body. "While I hide," Aiba continued. One finger slipped in.
"Just to three should be fine," Jun said from…somewhere in the room. Sho couldn't really concentrate. He could barely figure out where all of himself was, let alone Aiba or Jun.
"He's watching us," Aiba whispered. Sho looked down the long, bare length of his own body to meet Aiba's clear, dark eyes. "Jun," Aiba said, as though that weren't obvious and Sho was a little grateful for it. "He's by the door yet, watching me touch you, watching how you're so pretty when you move like this." Aiba bit his thigh lightly, eyes fluttering, trying to stay open. "I like it when he looks. It feels like he could look forever. It feels like he wants me. And you. Both of us." Aiba moaned and rubbed his cheek over Sho's cock. "Ahhh, I'm turning myself on, Sho-chan."
Sho answered that by pushing his hips up, trying to get more of the silk-fine feel of Aiba against his too-hot, too-tight skin. "More," he breathed.
"I think the word you're looking for is 'one'," Jun said, coming into view. He planted a hand on the bed near Sho's face and stretched across to reach something at the head of the bed.
Jun was naked except for his rings and the black, beaded-leather bracelet. "Sexy," Sho mumbled to himself. He wanted to bite into Jun's forearm where the muscles had corded as he'd put his weight on it but biting Jun was a bad idea. Biting made Jun playful.
"Say something?" Jun was flushed, grinning with his eyes even as his lips quirked into a small smile. Already in a playful mood, Sho thought.
"Told Aiba to hurry up," he lied.
"Did not."
"Sexy idol," Jun said, in English, his wicked little smile getting bigger. Then, "Here."
Jun's pillow smelled like it had been dried in the sunshine and it was soft. Sho hugged it to his face and breathed.
"It's for under your hips, you idiot," Jun said, tugging it away.
"Fuck you," Sho meant to sound dismissive but Aiba slid a second finger in alongside the first and it came out tangled up in a gasping moan.
Aiba's smile said he'd done it on purpose. "You can't," Aiba scolded. "You lost at janken. That's why you're on the very bottom." He twisted to look at Jun. "I want a pillow, too."
"You don't need one," Jun told him and Sho did his best to not see how openly fond of Aiba Jun's face was. Jun tended to be a serious drunk, not an emotional one.
"I do so," Aiba argued. "Your floor isn't very comfortable, Jun-chan."
Jun pulled Aiba to his feet and Sho whined at the loss of Aiba's fingers inside him. He flipped Jun off when Jun winked at him. He rested his hand on his stomach, pillowed his head on his other, and watched the way Jun held on to Aiba, drawing Aiba back into the heat and curve of his body.
They were each beautiful and together they were breathtaking, a lithe confusion of long lines, smooth planes, and sharp angles. Jun had Aiba cradled back against his chest, one graceful hand dusting lightly up and down the inviting expanse of Aiba's chest, pausing here and there in places that made Aiba shiver. Jun was whispering to him, Sho could hear it but not make out any words. From the way Aiba's head was lolling on Jun's shoulder, throat working soundlessly, he could guess at the content. Especially with the way Jun's eyes were raking over him, the way Aiba's focused hazy-hot on him as Jun kept talking.
"What are you two whispering about?" Sho asked because he wanted to hear it, not just think about it. He cupped his cock lightly and, at Jun's look, shifted to cup his balls instead. "Is it a secret?"
Aiba moaned, jerking in Jun's arms. "He's saying what we're going to do to Sho-chan," he said huskily. "We're gonna tease you and play with you and make you beg and come screaming. He's got his fingers in me. We're going to fuck, Sho-chan."
Sho swore, moving his hand to get in one quick pull on his cock before Jun was there, batting his hand away. "Now you've wrecked the surprise," Jun muttered. He didn't seem upset. He seemed focused, absolute. "Spread your legs like this." Bossy.
"You're bossy," Sho told him, spreading. He was going to feel it in the morning, he knew.
"Shut up," Jun said. "Hold them back like that. And you like it," he added.
The angle was a little uncomfortable but the hold was worse. "I can't keep this up," he said. If he was breathless it was entirely understandable. "Jun," he said as Jun adjusted the pillow under his hips.
Jun's eyes were so very dangerous. "Masaki, here," he said, still holding Sho's eyes, catching Aiba without looking away. Then he did look away to run a series of small nips over Aiba's neck as he positioned him between Sho's spread legs. "Your arms go like this—no, not on your knees. Like this, see and he—"
Aiba had been positioned over Sho, bent so that his extended arms were supporting Sho's legs. Aiba's cock was brushing teasingly against Sho and Aiba's eyes were a stormy mix of slipping control and snapping frenzy. "I can't reach Sho-chan's cock like this."
"I know." Jun sounded smug, self-satisfied.
"But I like Sho-chan's cock," Aiba licked his lips, staring down at Sho. "I like the way it feels when I touch it. I like how it rubs against my tummy when we fuck."
Sho swore again and that was when Aiba thrust, pushing into him in one slow, steady glide. "Masaki," he groaned, grabbing at the edge of the bed and holding fast.
Aiba stopped when he was all the way inside, flush against him. "Sho-chan is always so tight but I never have to stop I just go and go and go and you take it all in."
There was really no way to respond to that other than to arch his hips up, grinding against Aiba as much as he could. "No," he could hear the whine in his voice as Aiba pulled out of him.
"Sorry, Sho-chan," he said breathlessly. "MatsuJun is doing that."
Jun's arms were wrapped around Aiba's waist, dragging him back. "It's my turn," he said. Sho couldn't see what Jun did but he figured it was a good thing he couldn't. Aiba's mouth had dropped open in a soft 'o' as he let out a low, heavy cry. If Sho could have gotten his cock in there, he would have.
It didn't take a university to degree to figure out that Jun had given Aiba the same treatment that Aiba had just given Sho.
"Jun," Aiba wailed softly. "I want to go back inside Sho. Put me back inside Sho. I want—oh."
Sho could only choke on a broken breath. "God," he managed. It was Aiba's body at Jun's pace. A short, teasing slide, a little withdrawal, tiny push forward, a big pull back… "Jun, let him…" Sho couldn't finish his sentence, gulping for air.
Jun's laugh was low and liquid with delight. "I'm not stopping him." Jun's face appeared over Aiba's shoulder just as Aiba's weight suddenly came down heavier on Sho. "He just wants to move with me."
"He's hard," Aiba moaned, tipping his head back so that Sho had a clear view of his Adam's apple, glossed with sweat and bobbing as he swallowed. Sho would have licked him if he could have reached. "You know how good it feels, Sho. How good Jun feels like this. And then you're there and you feel so good, too. I'm going crazy."
"You're already crazy," Sho and Jun said at the same time and he smiled at Jun without even thinking about it. The sort of smile he'd have used in the green room or the recording studio or on stage. He looked away, biting his lip. "Move before you drive the rest of us crazy," he said.
Aiba thrust hard once and then froze. "I can't," he said. He curled forward, his forehead hard on Sho's shoulder. "I can't, I can't or else I'll come. Give me a minute."
"Okay," Jun said agreeable, accomodating. He straightened up, out of Sho's line of sight. "You just hold still for as long as you need. I'm sure Sho won't mind."
"Fucker," Sho said feelingly.
"Mm-hm," Jun agreed.
"Oh," Aiba said. "Jun, don't. Don't. Don't, don't, don't…" Each 'don't' was punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin and the flutter of Aiba's eyelashes. "I can't…."
"You're not," Jun told him, laughing again. "I am. Can you feel it, Sho?"
Only in the very faintest way, Sho thought. Aiba was braced to hold himself still so very little of Jun's strong, measured thrusts was getting through. "God." It was one of the only words Sho could find. "Jun." He risked letting go of the bed with one hand and palmed the birthmark on Aiba's shoulder, feeling the fire under his skin as though it was closest to the surface there. "Masaki, please."
"Sho," Aiba moaned into his shoulder. "I'm gonna…"
Behind him, Jun began to sing the first lines of hana ichi monme, breathless and off-tempo and rough. "Katte ureshii…"
"Please…"
they made me happy
Sho's next clear memories of that night were actually of waking up the next morning. Waking up naked and sticky and surrounded by his equally naked and possibly even stickier bandmates. He had sat up with a panicked gasp that had been sharp in his lungs and Aiba's eyes had opened briefly before slamming shut again with a pitiful moan. That had woken up Jun and he and Jun had stared at each other for a long moment over the whimpering Aiba.
When things were at the point of being so awkward that they were threatening to become unfixable he'd fallen back on the only thing he could think of. "Aiba-san, you want me to make you a hangover cure? I'm going to get a cold compress—it'll help with your headache." He'd passed out aspirin and water and cold compresses and made a little bit of kayu on the theory that even he couldn't mess it up that badly. He'd made a joke about never drinking with them again and they'd all laughed and that should have been the end of it.
But it wasn't.
is that even if
"I say we janken for who has to go get a towel," Aiba yawned into Sho's shoulder. Sho brushed the hair away from his eyes gently. They were tired and drunk and it was late. It was okay.
"If we're going to janken, we might as well just send Sho," Jun muttered sleepily from somewhere on Aiba's other side.
"No more games," Sho said. He might have been too drunk, after all. He hadn't meant to sound like that.
Jun's fingers traced over his wrist. "What do you want to do, then?" he asked.
Too drunk or not drunk enough, Sho thought. He couldn't answer him. And he couldn't just roll over with a gusty sigh and pretended to go to sleep, either. If Jun really wanted an answer, he'd wake him up. Drunk or sober, Jun was like that.
Sho propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over Aiba. He reached over him, and Jun, and turned off Jun's bedside light. In the dark he found Jun's face by touch and kissed him. It was slow and sweet, deeper and longer than he'd intended. He let go of Jun's mouth with a little breath and looked for Aiba's mouth next, kissing him the same way, touching his face lightly.
"Let's just go to sleep," he said softly. If nobody got up for a towel they wouldn't have to deal with anything. They could just wake up hung-over and sober and deal with the aftermath again.
He closed his eyes, listening as Jun and Aiba kissed each other before settling in against him and he wondered what he would have done, what he would have said, if they'd gone to bed sober instead of only 'significantly less drunk'.
waxrose! Happy birthday! I was really happy with this story at one point. And then I, you know, realized it was porno and that I'm not really aces at writing the pornos. And then I realized that there was plot in here that didn't quite mesh with all boysex going on so I spent most of my free time today making massive cuts and some edits. I might make those cuts into a follow up story. Or something. I unno. I make no promises! (If you find something horrifically wrong, please let me know by dropping by my user-info page and dropping me a message so that I can fix ANYWAY. The title is from the last line of a randomly generated haiku. Section breaks/titles are also from such haiku and are pretty meaningless. On a related note: There wasn't nearly as much porn in my haiku as I feared there might be.
i want for the world
won't be home tonight
They were getting significantly less drunk as time passed.
On a list of things Sho could have feared, should have feared, would have feared, that ranked right behind 'having drunken sex with both Aiba Masaki and Matsumoto Jun at the same time' and 'repeatedly'.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he was a little afraid of it all. The situation wasn't covered in the 'how to deal with a scandal' rulebook that Johnny's handed out to debuted talent, it wasn't even hinted at. This wasn't about being seen dating some girl; it wasn't just a few incriminating photos. It was a threesome, three guys, all bandmates, encounters repeated over the course of nearly a year. Getting caught out would be so far beyond the scope of disastrous that it was incomprehensible.
But it was hard to hold on to those thoughts, to any thoughts at all, when Aiba's hands were in his hair and Aiba's tongue was in his mouth and one of Aiba's long, long legs was pressing up between his own. Sho groaned into Aiba's mouth and rocked his hips forward, catching Aiba's gasp with an indrawn breath.
"Can't you two wait until we get into the apartment?" Jun asked. He was laughing, though, slurring his words just slightly. It was so obviously a put on, Sho thought. Jun hadn't had enough beer to start mumbling. It was heat, pure and simple, that was blurring the edges of his voice. Just heat. Just lust. Just…God.
Sho moaned into Aiba's kiss again. He caught Aiba's face in his hands and held him still, shoving him back against the wall to make sure he stayed, and untangled their tongues. He pulled back just enough so that he could look into Aiba's eyes, their mouths close enough to touch but not quite doing so. He held Aiba's eyes as he touched his tongue to Aiba's lower lip. It was a quick touch, a light touch, a touch that made Aiba whimper slightly deep in his throat. He did it again. And again. And again until Aiba's lips had parted, his panting breath warm against Sho's mouth. "Like this," he whispered.
"Guys," Jun said. His keys were jangling against the door's deadbolt.
Ignoring him, Sho coaxed Aiba's mouth open a little more. "Just like this," he murmured as Aiba whimpered again. He slid one hand into Aiba's hair and held his jaw with the other. He could feel Jun watching him holding Aiba and he smiled just a little as he licked Aiba's lower lip teasingly. Aiba made a small, soft sound and his tongue followed the retreat of Sho's, as Sho had expected it would. "Uh-uh," he said, putting a little distance between them, just enough so that Aiba couldn't reach him. "Like this," he repeated as he leaned back in.
"You guys," Jun said. His keys had stopped rattling.
Sho slid his tongue softly against Aiba's, right out in the open air. He didn't look at Jun. He didn't need to, to know that Jun was watching. Instead he concentrated on Aiba, licking at the underside of his tongue, swirling down around the sides, delicate flickers tip-to-tip. And then he sucked on it, softly, rhythmically, crude and to the point.
"Fuck," said Jun and Sho heard the door bang open.
hair dark and smooth and
Sho remembered the first time only in hazy, half-formed impressions. They'd been drunk, really and truly falling down drunk. He couldn't even recall why they'd gone out drinking together, only that they had and when the bar had closed they'd tumbled merrily into a cab together, all three of them squashed into the backseat.
He had a clear recollection of that, somehow. The loose-limbed sprawl of the severely inebriated making the ride more cramped than it should have been but he hadn't minded. It had been Aiba and it had been Jun and touching them both was warm and comfortable and comforting. He'd had an arm around Aiba and had kissed Jun's hair in the cab.
Maybe that had been the start.
our dance moves and all
Aiba let out a wail as Jun tore him away and pushed him into the apartment. Sho couldn't help making a pathetic sort of noise of his own. It was barely out, still ringing in his ears, when the door slammed shut and Jun shoved him up against it.
Jun's hands were tight on his wrists, dragging his hands away from his body when Sho reached for him. "I should finish you right here," Jun growled at him, pinning his hands to the door above his head. Sho tipped his head back and didn't respond to what Jun said. Instead, he responded to the thigh Jun had wedged between his own; grinding down against it with a satisfied purr.
It was Aiba who responded to Jun's words. "No, no, I want to play with Sho-chan, too." Sho watched Aiba press himself to Jun's back, lips against Jun's ear. "It's the most fun if we all play together, right? Let's play, Jun-chan," Aiba murmured persuasively, kiss-swollen lips brushing at Jun's skin in tiny, feathery touches. "Let's play something fun."
The words were right, Sho thought distantly. The words were fine for a drunken Aiba to say, even believable. But the look, Aiba's eyes shining with dark amusement, his lips curled into a teasing smile that he was sharing with Sho that said he knew exactly what he was doing. Saying that he knew Jun, knew what he liked, knew that Sho liked it too, knew exactly.
Drunk. They were drunk. Sho wet his lips. Slowly. "Are we going to play a game, Jun-chan?" he asked lightly. Sometimes when he was drunk he got a little silly, acted a little childish. He tightened his thighs around Jun's. "Are we?"
Jun's hands went hard, nearly hurting as Jun lunged forward and kissed him. The kiss was fierce, almost as though it had been too long since Jun had last had the chance to indulge. Sho knew that it hadn't been—Jun simply knew what he wanted and went full out when he went to get it.
Sho relaxed into it, letting Jun's tongue sweep roughly through his mouth, letting the door and Jun's hands on his wrists and Jun's leg between his thighs support him as much as they would. When Jun brought his knee up, firm and insistent, Sho pushed back into the sudden ache. It was too hard to be nice but it felt so good and Sho moaned it into Jun's mouth.
Jun jerked out of the kiss with a harsh breath that was almost a gasp. "You want to play?" he asked, darting back in and biting Sho's lower lip, raking it with his teeth. Jun's eyes were dangerous. Razor sharp with awareness, sparking with heat, they saw too much, said too much.
Sho looked away and sucked on his lower lip, releasing it with the same slow drag of teeth that Jun had used. He looked at Aiba from under his lashes. "Masaki-chan, do you know any games?" he asked, still trying to sound like he wasn't burning up from the inside out.
"Hmm," Aiba hummed. He was flush to Jun's back but his arms were around him now and his enterprising fingers were making short work of the buttons on Sho's shirt. "Hmmmm." The last of Sho's buttons came free and Aiba spread the sides open by dragging his hands up Sho's chest. "Oh!" he giggled a little and he must have stepped forward because Jun was suddenly even closer than before. "I know a good game. We can play 'follow the leader'."
"Who's the leader?" Jun demanded.
"I am, of course," Aiba answered and then giggled again. "I'm the leader and Sho-chan is the follower."
"Then what is Jun?" Sho asked, only belatedly remembering to tack a 'chan' onto the end.
Aiba touched the tip of Sho's nose lightly. "Jun-chan," he said authoritatively, "is the playground." He tapped Sho's nose again and then held his finger up. "Follow the leader, Sho-chan."
"Playground?" Jun snorted. "What kind of role is that?" But it was a superficial protest, so transparent that even drunk Sho could have seen through it. He held still while Aiba touched him.
"Follow, follow, Sho-chan," Aiba half-sang in a low voice. Sho watched Aiba's finger trace the shell of Jun's ear, butterfly light. He leaned forward and let his lips follow, skimming lightly down the soft lobe. He gave it a tiny kiss and pulled back, looking to Aiba again. He could feel Aiba's free hand between himself and Jun, twisting and pulling and probably opening Jun's shirt. "It gets trickier," Aiba warned. His touch was firmer, marking out a path from the corner of Jun's jaw to the jut of his collarbone.
Sho followed it with a hard stroke of his tongue but stopped before he'd managed to copy half of it. "I can't—" Jun was still holding his arms above his head, still pinning him fast to the door. He twisted his wrists, demonstrating.
"He just said it was going to get trickier," Jun said. He sounded a little breathless. "Are you seriously giving up now?
It was a challenge and Sho accepted it. He could be a bit of a rash drunk, at times. He stretched against Jun's hold on him. Jun slid closer but it wasn't to help; he braced his forearms along Sho's, limiting his reach even more than it had been. But he was still closer and Sho managed to finish the course Aiba had set, feeling it twinge in his shoulders and neck as he did. "No," he answered Jun.
"Very good, Sho-chan!" Aiba smiled at him over Jun's shoulder. There was a devious glint in his eyes, behind that cheerful gleam. "Now this, if you please." Aiba ran his finger from Jun's shoulder down over his chest, stopping over Jun's nipple and pinching it gently between his thumb and index finger, tweaking the point before lifting away. "Sho-chan's turn," he announced.
Sho looked at Jun. "Now I'm seriously giving up."
Jun smiled. "Wimp."
"I win," Aiba's smile flickered between light and dark, amusement and hunger, "that means I get a prize from Playground-san."
"What 'playground-san?'" Jun snapped. "You can kiss my—"
"Good idea!" Aiba cut him off. He twisted and Sho was always surprised by how Aiba could move like that, so fluid and easy. The surprise never lasted very long and standing there, captive against Jun, it was drowned easily by a hot surge of pure lust. Aiba had kissed Jun hard, like he was starving for him and Jun was kissing him back heatedly, like he couldn't get enough and it infuriated him that he couldn't. Jun shifted his shoulders, his hands dropping from Sho's wrists in an attempt to reach Aiba better. Aiba's hand was wrapped around the back of Jun's neck, the other clutching a fistful of Jun's open shirt. Watching them made something hot and needy prickle in Sho's veins and he moaned.
Jun's eyes cracked open and a moment later he smiled, biting at Aiba's lips. Sho arched his hips helpfully as Jun twisted his fingers through the belt loops on Sho's jeans. Sho kept his hands above his head even though Jun had let him go and let Jun move his body however he wanted. How he wanted turned out to be a shallow, rocking sway that gave the absolute minimum of friction to Sho's cock and just the right amount to his balls.
"New game," Jun said when Aiba broke off the kiss to suck in a deep lungful of air.
"I'm the leader," Aiba said immediately. "Jun-chan, you—"
"Simon Says," Jun spoke over him. "Simon says that your hair smells like a bar and you need to take a shower right now because I'm not going to keep playing with you if you stink like some dive."
Aiba pouted. "That's not fair. Sho-chan was in that bar, too."
"Fine," Jun rolled his eyes and his hips at the same time. "Simon says Sho has to shower with you."
If they'd been in the bar for even two hours, Sho would have been surprised. Things were so transparent. "Masaki-chan," he said to Aiba, because things were transparent but that didn't mean they weren't happening as long as they all played along. "Jun-chan was in the bar with us."
"That's right," Aiba didn't nod (usually when he was drunk he nodded, agreeing to everything with a cheerful bob of his head), just stepped back so that the there of them weren't crowded up against Jun's closed apartment door. "Simon says Jun has to shower with us too."
if it'll happen
Sho's memory of the time after that tiny kiss in the cab was a gray, blank void. He knew what must have happened: the cab arriving at his apartment building, somehow Aiba and Jun getting out with him, the elevator ride to his floor, the walk to his door. But when he thinks about it all that comes to mind is a throat-tightening rush of anticipation, the teetering edge between stepping back and not.
He could remember the way the choice stung on his skin, an electric ripple that crackled and snapped as it raced over him. He doesn't remember the kiss that came with it but he knows that that was what it was. He knew that they had been in the shower—the water cold because for once Sho hadn't thought to warm it up beforehand.
Whenever he thought about it he could feel his pulse pick up, matching the trip hammer beat of his heart from that half-remembered moment.
without meaning to
They moved slower in Jun's shower. Sho didn't think about why that was, about why the urgency faded the closer they got to the bedroom. Kisses were thorough and slow, hands were gentler, touches longer. Things just moved deeper in the water. Sho didn't think about it beyond the sensations.
Such as the fact that Jun's shampoo smelled like really, really expensive fruit. Sho leaned back into the lean, rangy length of Aiba's body and Jun furrowed his fingers through Sho's hair.
"Okay," Jun said quietly, "step back under the spray."
Aiba pulled him back out almost immediately. He could still feel soap bubbles running down his back. "Sho-chan, he didn't say 'Simon says'. Now you get another penalty. You're usually better at games than this."
"No, he's not," Jun said on one of those little, amused breaths that meant Jun was laughing.
"Am so," Sho protested lazily. The water was hot; it would have done nothing to sober up anybody. "I'm just drunk right now. Anyhow, what's my penalty this time?" He'd already been bitten (washing Aiba's hair) pinched (kissing Jun's shoulder) and had to sit outside the water while Aiba and Jun touched each other—elegantly long bodies pressed tightly together at chest and belly and groin, legs entwined—that one had take a toll.
"On your knees," Jun said after a moment. His voice had dropped half an octave.
Sho dropped to his knees, slicking his hair out of his eyes as the water cascaded over him.
"That's not a penalty," Aiba observed.
Jun grinned, wicked-edged. "Sure it is." He cupped Sho's face and tipped it back so he could look him in the eyes. "You don't get to move at all. Not beyond this." His fingers brushed over Sho's mouth and he shivered, ice shooting up and down along his spine despite the heat. Jun's hand was fisted around the hard length of his cock and he stroked once, twice, before brushing the head of it over Sho's lips. "Now open."
Sho opened his mouth. He could feel his heart drumming in his ears as Jun's hips eased forward, the head of his cock moving slick over the tip of Sho's tongue.
"You didn't say 'Simon says'." Aiba sounded breathless. Sho was tempted to turn and look at him. He knew there'd be color high on his cheeks and painting his mouth a bruised-looking shade of red.
"It's a penalty round," Jun said, his hips moving back, the head of his cock a hot drag over Sho's lower lip. "I don't have to say it." His hands were steady, one on Sho's cheek the other on the side of his neck. His fingers splayed, flexed, and then he pushed forward again, almost unbearably slow.
Before that first night, that first drunken fumble, Sho had never even contemplated giving a blow job to anybody. He was sure he'd made a mess of it just as he was sure that Aiba, too, hadn't been very good just highly enthusiastic. But he had done it; he knew that much because after that night the first sip of Kinshachi Blue Label always made him think of it, of solid heat and soft, thin skin. There was an intrinsic sweetness to the taste and smell of sucking Jun's cock, Sho had discovered, something that never changed no matter what they'd been eating or drinking or doing. In the back of his mind, in that first sip of beer, Sho thought it fit Jun perfectly.
Aiba's hands were there suddenly, pushing Jun back a step. Sho might have whimpered at the loss but Aiba's cock was there, taking Jun's place and Sho's whimper might have emerged as a grateful moan instead. Aiba's cock was about as thick Jun's, maybe a bit longer, but the taste was completely different. Where Jun was sweet, Aiba was musky, tangy. Sho thought of it as 'boyish' because, somehow, the scent of Aiba called to mind his memories of being a boy, of his first sexual awakenings, the wild, scary joy of discovery.
"Hey, did I say you could move in on this?" Jun was pushing at Aiba's shoulders—not hard, Aiba was still in Sho's mouth, with Sho's teeth right there—but meaningfully.
"It's a penalty round," Aiba reminded him, cupping the back of Sho's head. "Simon doesn't have to say 'suck Masaki's cock'."
Sho groaned, letting go of Aiba as he tipped his head back.
"Oh." Aiba blinked down at him and then smiled. "That's right, Sho-chan likes a little bit of dirty talking. He likes words. Sho-chan," Aiba hummed "is so smart."
"Whatever," Jun said dismissively, shouldering Aiba aside. "You can penalize him later." His thumbs stroked over Sho's jaw in wide arcs. "Just a little more," he said softly. "Deep as I can get, all right?"
As deep as Jun could get was as far as Jun could go. Sho was open throated for him, swallowing and swallowing as Jun pushed into him, until he had all of him. He wasn't sure if it was because he was unwilling to stop or just unable.
and I would have called
They had ended up in Sho's bed that night even though one of Sho's scattered memories was of thinking about the guest futons…thinking about them but not offering them. Along with that memory was the dim idea that he hadn't offered them pajamas, either. He certainly hadn't bothered putting any on himself.
After kissing in the shower they had gone, naked, to bed. Together. His other clear memory of that night was there, just under the covers: warm hands on his hips, a body moving over his, dark against dark, Aiba's uncertain voice saying his name, Jun's mouth eager against his, cool-tipped fingers tight on his shoulders.
Most vividly he remembered the painful, breaking swell of relief and his own voice hoarse in the quiet saying 'finally, oh god please, finally'.
find him for real
Aiba's laugh changed when he drank. That was always true. The bubbling giggles gave way to lower, breathier chuffs that were still completely irresistible. Sho found it especially irresistible when Aiba was kneeling between his thighs and it was being muffled against his abdomen. "Masaki," he called on an in-drawn breath. Aiba's tongue touched the crease between Sho's thigh and body. "Masaki-chan," he said on the exhale.
"Sho-chan," Aiba replied against his skin. "Sho-chan just has to close his eyes and count to ten." Lower down, Aiba's fingers found the opening to Sho's body. "While I hide," Aiba continued. One finger slipped in.
"Just to three should be fine," Jun said from…somewhere in the room. Sho couldn't really concentrate. He could barely figure out where all of himself was, let alone Aiba or Jun.
"He's watching us," Aiba whispered. Sho looked down the long, bare length of his own body to meet Aiba's clear, dark eyes. "Jun," Aiba said, as though that weren't obvious and Sho was a little grateful for it. "He's by the door yet, watching me touch you, watching how you're so pretty when you move like this." Aiba bit his thigh lightly, eyes fluttering, trying to stay open. "I like it when he looks. It feels like he could look forever. It feels like he wants me. And you. Both of us." Aiba moaned and rubbed his cheek over Sho's cock. "Ahhh, I'm turning myself on, Sho-chan."
Sho answered that by pushing his hips up, trying to get more of the silk-fine feel of Aiba against his too-hot, too-tight skin. "More," he breathed.
"I think the word you're looking for is 'one'," Jun said, coming into view. He planted a hand on the bed near Sho's face and stretched across to reach something at the head of the bed.
Jun was naked except for his rings and the black, beaded-leather bracelet. "Sexy," Sho mumbled to himself. He wanted to bite into Jun's forearm where the muscles had corded as he'd put his weight on it but biting Jun was a bad idea. Biting made Jun playful.
"Say something?" Jun was flushed, grinning with his eyes even as his lips quirked into a small smile. Already in a playful mood, Sho thought.
"Told Aiba to hurry up," he lied.
"Did not."
"Sexy idol," Jun said, in English, his wicked little smile getting bigger. Then, "Here."
Jun's pillow smelled like it had been dried in the sunshine and it was soft. Sho hugged it to his face and breathed.
"It's for under your hips, you idiot," Jun said, tugging it away.
"Fuck you," Sho meant to sound dismissive but Aiba slid a second finger in alongside the first and it came out tangled up in a gasping moan.
Aiba's smile said he'd done it on purpose. "You can't," Aiba scolded. "You lost at janken. That's why you're on the very bottom." He twisted to look at Jun. "I want a pillow, too."
"You don't need one," Jun told him and Sho did his best to not see how openly fond of Aiba Jun's face was. Jun tended to be a serious drunk, not an emotional one.
"I do so," Aiba argued. "Your floor isn't very comfortable, Jun-chan."
Jun pulled Aiba to his feet and Sho whined at the loss of Aiba's fingers inside him. He flipped Jun off when Jun winked at him. He rested his hand on his stomach, pillowed his head on his other, and watched the way Jun held on to Aiba, drawing Aiba back into the heat and curve of his body.
They were each beautiful and together they were breathtaking, a lithe confusion of long lines, smooth planes, and sharp angles. Jun had Aiba cradled back against his chest, one graceful hand dusting lightly up and down the inviting expanse of Aiba's chest, pausing here and there in places that made Aiba shiver. Jun was whispering to him, Sho could hear it but not make out any words. From the way Aiba's head was lolling on Jun's shoulder, throat working soundlessly, he could guess at the content. Especially with the way Jun's eyes were raking over him, the way Aiba's focused hazy-hot on him as Jun kept talking.
"What are you two whispering about?" Sho asked because he wanted to hear it, not just think about it. He cupped his cock lightly and, at Jun's look, shifted to cup his balls instead. "Is it a secret?"
Aiba moaned, jerking in Jun's arms. "He's saying what we're going to do to Sho-chan," he said huskily. "We're gonna tease you and play with you and make you beg and come screaming. He's got his fingers in me. We're going to fuck, Sho-chan."
Sho swore, moving his hand to get in one quick pull on his cock before Jun was there, batting his hand away. "Now you've wrecked the surprise," Jun muttered. He didn't seem upset. He seemed focused, absolute. "Spread your legs like this." Bossy.
"You're bossy," Sho told him, spreading. He was going to feel it in the morning, he knew.
"Shut up," Jun said. "Hold them back like that. And you like it," he added.
The angle was a little uncomfortable but the hold was worse. "I can't keep this up," he said. If he was breathless it was entirely understandable. "Jun," he said as Jun adjusted the pillow under his hips.
Jun's eyes were so very dangerous. "Masaki, here," he said, still holding Sho's eyes, catching Aiba without looking away. Then he did look away to run a series of small nips over Aiba's neck as he positioned him between Sho's spread legs. "Your arms go like this—no, not on your knees. Like this, see and he—"
Aiba had been positioned over Sho, bent so that his extended arms were supporting Sho's legs. Aiba's cock was brushing teasingly against Sho and Aiba's eyes were a stormy mix of slipping control and snapping frenzy. "I can't reach Sho-chan's cock like this."
"I know." Jun sounded smug, self-satisfied.
"But I like Sho-chan's cock," Aiba licked his lips, staring down at Sho. "I like the way it feels when I touch it. I like how it rubs against my tummy when we fuck."
Sho swore again and that was when Aiba thrust, pushing into him in one slow, steady glide. "Masaki," he groaned, grabbing at the edge of the bed and holding fast.
Aiba stopped when he was all the way inside, flush against him. "Sho-chan is always so tight but I never have to stop I just go and go and go and you take it all in."
There was really no way to respond to that other than to arch his hips up, grinding against Aiba as much as he could. "No," he could hear the whine in his voice as Aiba pulled out of him.
"Sorry, Sho-chan," he said breathlessly. "MatsuJun is doing that."
Jun's arms were wrapped around Aiba's waist, dragging him back. "It's my turn," he said. Sho couldn't see what Jun did but he figured it was a good thing he couldn't. Aiba's mouth had dropped open in a soft 'o' as he let out a low, heavy cry. If Sho could have gotten his cock in there, he would have.
It didn't take a university to degree to figure out that Jun had given Aiba the same treatment that Aiba had just given Sho.
"Jun," Aiba wailed softly. "I want to go back inside Sho. Put me back inside Sho. I want—oh."
Sho could only choke on a broken breath. "God," he managed. It was Aiba's body at Jun's pace. A short, teasing slide, a little withdrawal, tiny push forward, a big pull back… "Jun, let him…" Sho couldn't finish his sentence, gulping for air.
Jun's laugh was low and liquid with delight. "I'm not stopping him." Jun's face appeared over Aiba's shoulder just as Aiba's weight suddenly came down heavier on Sho. "He just wants to move with me."
"He's hard," Aiba moaned, tipping his head back so that Sho had a clear view of his Adam's apple, glossed with sweat and bobbing as he swallowed. Sho would have licked him if he could have reached. "You know how good it feels, Sho. How good Jun feels like this. And then you're there and you feel so good, too. I'm going crazy."
"You're already crazy," Sho and Jun said at the same time and he smiled at Jun without even thinking about it. The sort of smile he'd have used in the green room or the recording studio or on stage. He looked away, biting his lip. "Move before you drive the rest of us crazy," he said.
Aiba thrust hard once and then froze. "I can't," he said. He curled forward, his forehead hard on Sho's shoulder. "I can't, I can't or else I'll come. Give me a minute."
"Okay," Jun said agreeable, accomodating. He straightened up, out of Sho's line of sight. "You just hold still for as long as you need. I'm sure Sho won't mind."
"Fucker," Sho said feelingly.
"Mm-hm," Jun agreed.
"Oh," Aiba said. "Jun, don't. Don't. Don't, don't, don't…" Each 'don't' was punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin and the flutter of Aiba's eyelashes. "I can't…."
"You're not," Jun told him, laughing again. "I am. Can you feel it, Sho?"
Only in the very faintest way, Sho thought. Aiba was braced to hold himself still so very little of Jun's strong, measured thrusts was getting through. "God." It was one of the only words Sho could find. "Jun." He risked letting go of the bed with one hand and palmed the birthmark on Aiba's shoulder, feeling the fire under his skin as though it was closest to the surface there. "Masaki, please."
"Sho," Aiba moaned into his shoulder. "I'm gonna…"
Behind him, Jun began to sing the first lines of hana ichi monme, breathless and off-tempo and rough. "Katte ureshii…"
"Please…"
they made me happy
Sho's next clear memories of that night were actually of waking up the next morning. Waking up naked and sticky and surrounded by his equally naked and possibly even stickier bandmates. He had sat up with a panicked gasp that had been sharp in his lungs and Aiba's eyes had opened briefly before slamming shut again with a pitiful moan. That had woken up Jun and he and Jun had stared at each other for a long moment over the whimpering Aiba.
When things were at the point of being so awkward that they were threatening to become unfixable he'd fallen back on the only thing he could think of. "Aiba-san, you want me to make you a hangover cure? I'm going to get a cold compress—it'll help with your headache." He'd passed out aspirin and water and cold compresses and made a little bit of kayu on the theory that even he couldn't mess it up that badly. He'd made a joke about never drinking with them again and they'd all laughed and that should have been the end of it.
But it wasn't.
is that even if
"I say we janken for who has to go get a towel," Aiba yawned into Sho's shoulder. Sho brushed the hair away from his eyes gently. They were tired and drunk and it was late. It was okay.
"If we're going to janken, we might as well just send Sho," Jun muttered sleepily from somewhere on Aiba's other side.
"No more games," Sho said. He might have been too drunk, after all. He hadn't meant to sound like that.
Jun's fingers traced over his wrist. "What do you want to do, then?" he asked.
Too drunk or not drunk enough, Sho thought. He couldn't answer him. And he couldn't just roll over with a gusty sigh and pretended to go to sleep, either. If Jun really wanted an answer, he'd wake him up. Drunk or sober, Jun was like that.
Sho propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over Aiba. He reached over him, and Jun, and turned off Jun's bedside light. In the dark he found Jun's face by touch and kissed him. It was slow and sweet, deeper and longer than he'd intended. He let go of Jun's mouth with a little breath and looked for Aiba's mouth next, kissing him the same way, touching his face lightly.
"Let's just go to sleep," he said softly. If nobody got up for a towel they wouldn't have to deal with anything. They could just wake up hung-over and sober and deal with the aftermath again.
He closed his eyes, listening as Jun and Aiba kissed each other before settling in against him and he wondered what he would have done, what he would have said, if they'd gone to bed sober instead of only 'significantly less drunk'.
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