Re-post from the JE Fuh-Q-Fest

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So the reveals are up at je_fqfest. Without any bias whatsoever deliberation, I can say honestly that I love moonbyrd.

Seriously, though, there was so really amazing fic porn offered up in that exchange. This is a link to all the Arashi stuff. I still mean to get around to reading all of it and commenting, though. I might not know the bands but I know good fic when I read it.

My recipient was coiled_iris. I think I love her brain. Also, her comment.

Under the cut you will find my contribution. I decided to include all the title and pairing and rating and warning stuff because...well, I actaully have it written for once. Circe rejects giving you information unless forced!

Title: The Games He Plays

Pairing/Group: Arashi/Matsumoto Jun, Ninomiya Kazunari/Matsumoto Jun * Arashi (some bonus Toma thrown in as well)

Rating: SP. For Seriously Pornographic. There's a lot of porn in here.

Warnings: Heterosexual sex!!! Warning! Danger! Girl parts are mentioned! But it's all on the level of 'mention' so you should make it through all right. Mostly there is some sexual rough handling, mild bondage, and a touch of blood play. There is also a little exhibitionism/voyeurism, some cross-dressing, some quasi-threesomes and the abuse of at least one semi-public wall and a bathroom stall.

Summary: Jun plays a lot of games with his bandmates, but for his favorite game it can only be Nino.

Notes: For coiled_iris: I wish I could have done more. ♥ ♥♥. To my beta (whom I can now reveal as the truly magnificent waxrose): LOVE. BEYOND WORDS.



Jun chose his one-night stands carefully and just as carefully made it look as if he were picking up dates here and there, casual and carefree. There were images to maintain and scandals to avoid so he went along with vigilance and caution. He was good at it after so many years but he never dropped his guard with those throw-away bed partners. Sex with them was very straightforward and impersonal (though he made it seem very personal indeed).

If Jun wanted to relax with a lover he went to a friend, somebody he could trust to like the 'real' Matsumoto Jun instead of the idol 'Matsujun', people he could trust with his body and heart and career. He could be himself, indulge himself as he liked, and not worry. Arashi numbered among those friends, of course, but they also occupied a place beyond it. The members of Arashi had known him for most of his life, had had a front row seat for his bad years and his good. They knew him in a way nobody else ever really could. It was with them that he could really play.


Don't

Nino was bent over the chair in the venue resting room, reaching for his bag on the far side. He was still flushed from the concert high, still wet-haired and damp from the post-concert shower. Jun shut the door. He didn't close it softly and quietly, didn't close it with a loud slam. It clicked shut like every other door and Nino threw a glance over his shoulder like anybody would. "Jun-kun," he said, casual acknowledgement before he went back to picking up his things. A little smile had curled up at the corners of his mouth.

Jun had known Nino for what sometimes felt like forever. He knew that Nino had seen him. Seen what he wanted. Nino was extending his body far more than he had to, his back in a drawn-out curve that was too perfect for just gathering up his bag. Jun fitted himself against Nino, laying himself over his back and circling his wrists with his hands. He waited a second to see if Nino would throw him off. They'd known each other for years but it was still possible to misread an invitation—especially if was an invitation from Nino. But Nino's only response was to shift under him in a sinuous, rolling stretch so Jun let his lips touch Nino's ear. "I'm tempted to fuck you right here," he said.

"Really?" asked Nino. He shifted again. Jun moved against him as his cock stirred inside his pants. Nino's hips pulled away. "That's too bad. I have a date with a super-model tonight."

Jun licked Nino's neck, using the point of his tongue on the soft place behind Nino's ear. "Like you'd take her home," he said, blowing on the wet trail he left behind.

It made Nino shiver. "Now that you've questioned my good intentions for the evening I have to sleep with her."

Catching Nino's earlobe in his teeth, Jun bit down. Not gently. He let go of Nino and reached around his hands to grab his own bag, straightening and swinging it over his shoulder. "Don't," he told him. Nino's low chuckle followed him out the door but Jun didn't mind. He knew Nino wouldn't.

And he was right.

He was the last to arrive for the pre-show rehearsal the next night and entered the resting room to find his band mates, members of A.B.C-Z, and M.A.D. clustered around Nino.

"…at least three times," Nino was saying.

"Hm?" Jun asked, joining the throng.

Nino smiled lazily at him. "I was telling them about my super-model last night," he said in a cat-that-ate-the-canary kind of way. "I took her to this love hotel and got her off with one hand. She came at least three times." He lifted one of his hands and crooked two of his fingers upward illustratively. "She rode it like she couldn't get enough, Jun-kun."

Jun could picture it; some dark haired, pretty faced girl moaning and squealing as Nino cupped her. Warm, sex-scented wetness slicking Nino's talented fingers as she rocked on him, as he pushed them into her. Soft skin, coarser hair rubbing furious-paced against the heel of Nino's hand, the way he'd have turned his wrist just so to rub her clit, smirking in self-satisfaction as she came again and again. Jun held Nino's eyes for another moment and then lifted one eyebrow silently saying so what?

"Eh, but then wasn't she soaking when you did it?" Kota said, making a face.

"Too wet is almost as bad as too dry," TJ nodded in agreement.

Nino stretched languidly. "I wouldn't know; I didn't fuck her."

"What?" said Aiba.

"You didn't?" asked Sho.

Jun caught the look Nino flicked in his direction and deliberately covered a yawn. Nino smiled at the others. "She let a guy like me into her pants on the first date. I didn't even buy her dinner; I let her put it on her management's tab. A girl like that probably does it with everybody and has everything."

"Ah, that's probably true," Aiba sighed. "Still, a super-model and you only jerked off."

"Did not," Nino said, kicking his feet up to rest on Aiba's shoulder. "My dick is better than yours; it deserves to be taken care of by something special." His look slid slyly over to Jun.

"Your dick deserves to be taken care of by a haz-mat team," Jun told him as he uncapped a bottle of water.

Sho looked at Nino and then at Jun. Jun looked back as he drank.

"I'm rooming with Aiba-chan or Satoshi for the rest of the tour," he announced.


Take That

Even though the game had started with Sho, Sho did not play 'don't'. Jun knew that from experience.

The game had developed alongside his crush on Sho. He'd looked at Sho in those days and had been so utterly infatuated with him that he couldn't help but imagine getting his heart's desire. He fantasized about Sho a lot in those days, dreaming that Sho would come to him, that Sho would give him a sign. He told himself that Sho turned him aside, looked to somebody else, ignored his feelings because it was all a tease—a long, drawn-out, classless game of seduction.

Which it hadn't been, which Jun had always known, but it had eased the sting of his broken adolescent heart. Years later, when he wasn't as in love with Sho but loved him so much more, Jun tried to play it with him.

Sho's cock was thick in his mouth, hot in his hand. Jun was a little in love with it and the plum-colored tip that was peeking out of its foreskin. He flicked his tongue out, pushing it back until the dark, shining head was fully exposed. He kissed it softly before running his closed lips over it. Lightly at first and then harder, the pressure forcing his lips to open. He licked his lips and looked up at Sho. He held his eyes as he took the head into his mouth, the salty, earthy flavor of precome spreading rich and sharp over his palate. Jun moaned softly, dancing his tongue over and around the head of Sho's cock, feeling the smooth skin, the soft give that was so different from the hardness of the rest of his length. He let his tongue play along that length, exploring the strange paths marked out by the raised veins, the valleys of thin, stretched skin between them. He flattened his hand against the base of Sho's cock and enjoyed the crush of thick curls and the solid plane of his abdomen as he took as much of him as he could into his mouth. The musky, deep scent of sex flooded his senses and Jun wanted to touch himself. The lush pleasure of waiting, taking his time, was almost too much to handle. He wanted to make Sho come in his mouth or across his face in hot, ropey bursts.

On his knees, Sho's cock in his mouth, Jun fought the shivers and the gnawing ache in the pit of his belly and sat back. "It's probably time to get back to the set," he said, wiping his mouth with his hand. His lips felt heavy and full, sensitive; he licked them just to enjoy the feeling a little more.

Sho growled and put his hands in Jun's hair, pulling. "No it isn't."

Jun could feel a wild, giddy excitement pitch in his stomach as he jerked away from Sho's hands. He winced at the pain of tearing his hair away from Sho's fingers but he had to admit that it only added to the game. He tried to keep his look cool as he checked his watch and got to his feet, raking his hair back into order. "Break time is over. Sorry," he added offhandedly.

If he made any mistake in the game, it might have been in forgetting that Sho had once been known as one of the 'scary' seniors, stern and snappish. The end of university had eased his stress but that didn't mean that the incredible drive behind it had eased. Turning his back on Sho hadn't been the dismissal he'd thought it was because the next thing he knew he was slammed against the wall of their room at NTV with Sho at his back. His heart was in his throat. "You're being a deliberate cock tease," Sho's voice rumbled like thunder in his ear. "This is the third time you've done this to me today."

He couldn't help himself. "Can't take it?" he asked. He could hear the taunt, the challenge, in his voice.

Sho's hands swept his away from the wall and pulled his arms behind his back. "As a matter of fact, I can. And I'm going to."

The words sent his heart hammering. He tried to escape Sho's hold on him. He didn't want to get away but he wanted to see if he could. And he couldn't. Sho was bigger than he was and he had more muscle to his name than did Jun. Jun felt a thrill shoot down his spine; they weren't playing his game anymore. "Are you?"

Lips brushed at his ear almost tenderly. "I'm not going to force you, Jun," Sho said in a dark, low voice. Beneath that, and the sexual hunger, Jun could hear that he meant it. If he said 'no' Sho would stop. If. "But I am going to get what I want."

"How are you going to do that?" Jun wanted to know. He really wanted to know. Almost as much as he wanted to not know, almost as much as he wanted Sho to just do it, just do anything. "Going to have somebody come in and hold me down for you?" He wondered how that would work, how he'd feel, with somebody else there.

"The funny thing about studying economics," Sho said, letting go of his hands, "is that you study economies in motion." His shirt jerked out of his jeans, so fast that it burnt a little as it did so. Sho pulled it up over Jun's head and down his back, his arms still in the sleeves and now trapped uncomfortably behind him, pinned at the elbows. Sho, however, now had both hands free. A fact he proved by gripping Jun's hips hard enough to hurt. "I don't need anybody to help me hold you down."

Jun was dragging in air in tiny gasps.

Sho wasn't even breathing hard.

"Now what?" Jun asked. There was a tremble in his tone but it wasn't fear. It was the thrill of the unknown, all the possibilities striking sparks off each other. He tested his arms again and let out a wordless, silent moan.

"I should give you a spanking for being such a brat," said Sho as though he was considering his options. One of Sho's hands, broad and square and strong, moved into the space between Jun's hips and the wall, popping the button on his jeans and wrenching the denim aside to force the zipper open. The other hand slid under his waistband and over his ass. "But you'd probably like that," Sho went on, squeezing, long fingers tight against skin and muscle.

"You'd like it more," Jun told him. He wasn't sure if he was hoping to drive Sho into it or if he was talking just to see what Sho would do next. He liked to flirt with danger.

Sho's hand withdrew from Jun's pants and delivered a single stinging slap before setting itself between his shoulder blades, hot against his naked skin. "Pants off" he said.

Although Sho had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, they were still tight. Jun had some use of his hands, trapped at his sides as they were, but the most he could do was palm at his hips and thighs. He had to wriggle, to squirm to actually move them. Sho was no longer pressed against him, holding him effortlessly in place with the hand at his back. Jun could hear him rummaging through things on the nearby countertop where the makeup and hair supplies were kept; he was swearing in irritated grumbles under his breath. "Sho?"

"This is going to have to do," said Sho in response and a cool, slick finger pushed into Jun's body with no preamble whatsoever. It hurt but only a way that Jun enjoyed; a fast burn that felt like right now and made his balls feel tight and heavy. It felt like Sho wanted him. It also felt curiously numbing.

"Are you using my medicated aloe and vitamin E gel?" he demanded.

Sho added a second finger and Jun hissed at the intrusion even as he pushed back onto it. "Did you want me to fuck you dry?" he asked, spreading his fingers, moving them in and out of Jun's body. "You're just lucky Aiba's emergency stash of condoms was still taped to the underside of the counter." A third finger.

"We could have—" Jun tipped his head back, interrupting himself with a drawn out moan as Sho's fingers withdrew.

"You had your chance to decide how you wanted it," Sho told him, thrusting in hard.

He held Jun up when his knees buckled, covered his mouth when his groans got loud, and fucked him, hard and steady, fisting Jun's cock in a brutally fast pace until Jun gave up and came.


Don't

It hadn't really been necessary for Sho to call dibs on sleeping with anybody who wasn't Jun or Nino, Jun thought as he made his way up the hotel stairs. The junior groups had to double up but Arashi almost always had their own rooms wherever they were staying; they still roomed with each other more out of habit or for comfort than for any other reason.

"Tonight I'm sleeping with Matsujun!" Nino declared suddenly from behind him.

"No you're not," Jun told him even as he let Nino loop their arms together and lean on his back as he walked.

"I'm not going to sleep with imitation-Jun. My love of off-brand products only goes so far."

"Kawai is a lucky man," Jun said dryly, unlocking his door, holding it open for Nino as he stepped out of his shoes.

"You know you'd hate him if he wasn't that lucky." Nino's fingers touched his wrist and whispered up his arm, as insubstantial as a cloud. "Wanna make out?" he asked.

Jun hummed low in his throat, a noise of consideration. "Maybe," he decided.

Nino laughed quietly and a second later a kiss landed just above Jun's left elbow. "I promise I won't bite unless you ask for it," he said coaxingly.

"I've heard that before." But he turned and pulled Nino close. It was stupid how easy and seductive Nino made dumb gestures—like the elbow kiss—seem so appealing. Jun had been meaning to up the game by simply sleeping next to Nino without touching him, maybe very obviously touching himself a little bit underneath the covers and instead he found himself tumbling down to the bed with Nino landing on top of him, kissing and laughing a little breathlessly at the way the bed creaked.

Kissing was an art form to Jun and one that he felt very few people gave the proper attention to perfecting. Nino had. He was strangely romantic in his own way and it showed in the way he kissed. Nino didn't just kiss back, didn't just kiss deeply, Nino gave with each kiss and used each one to build a feeling that swelled inside the heart. Sometimes he kissed like he was desperate, like he could come just from the kissing. Jun had spent entire hours doing nothing but kissing Nino.

He shifted under Nino's surprisingly solid form, getting comfortable with Nino's body stretched along his own, their legs tangled together. He bent one knee, rubbing the arch of his foot over the swell of Nino's calf, hooked it around his ankle, as he dragged Nino's head down for a deep, drugging kiss.

It didn't happen. Nino seemed to be in a playful mood, doling out firefly-fast kisses along with little breaths of laughter. Jun tried to catch his lips long enough for a nip but Nino's mouth was as fast as his card-magic fingers. If it weren't for the slight rock of Nino's hips against his Jun almost would have thought that this wasn't Nino's next play in the game. Jun slipped two fingers under the hem of Nino's shirt, stroking the small of his back. Nino paused just long enough for Jun to catch his mouth, sucking on his lower lip gently as he hooked a thigh over the crest of Nino's hip and rolled them to their sides, Nino partially under him. He could feel himself grinning against Nino's mouth, could see Nino's answering grin in his eyes and feel it under his lips.

"Hey," Nino said softly. Part greeting, part pale protestation.

Jun ran the tips of his fingers a few inches up Nino's spine and dragged them back down again. "Hey yourself," he returned.

Nino let out an amused huff and put his hands on Jun's shoulders. "Wanna make out?" he asked slyly. In answer, Jun flattened his palm against the curve of Nino's spine and kissed him, sliding his tongue against Nino's smile, then inside of it.

Years spent with kissing Nino to pass the time meant that Jun knew most, if not all, of Nino's moves. Kissing Nino was as comfortable as his favorite old t-shirt but that didn't make it any less of a turn-on. Anticipation buzzed under his skin as Nino teased, slicking his tongue against the thin, sensitive skin at the inside of Jun's lower lip. Jun fitted their hips more closely together and slid his tongue against Nino's in invitation. Nino's fingernails bit in pleasantly at Jun's shoulders.

Time seemed to thicken and slow down as they kissed. Jun forgot the world outside the door, forgot the room beyond the bed. He was absorbed by the hushed sounds made between Nino and himself. He could hear Nino's breath, measured and steady, and the way it changed the longer they kissed, getting shallower. He could feel the way it hitched, the way it trembled and said that if they kept going Nino would whine and mewl and moan for more and deeper and harder. He could hear the wet sound of their mouths moving together, the way their lips clung and parted, could hear the way Nino's tongue curled against his own, all of it backed by the sleek pleasure of the kiss. He could hear the soft shushing sounds of their hands on each other's skin, Nino's hands against his neck, the rasp of Nino's fingers against the faintest of five o'clock shadow that Jun had managed to develop. In the background was the constant husk of their bodies shifting and rubbing together and to Jun it was the sound of his cock slowly filling, getting harder as the sounds got louder.

Under his hands Nino's skin was downy soft and warm, not fever hot, not yet, but the sort of heat to warm oneself by. His back and ribs were firm beneath the long sketch of muscles, no fat to cover the delineation between the separate groups. Jun skimmed his hands over them again and again, tracing the contours.

"You're worrying about my weight again, aren't you?" Nino spoke into the kiss, the edges of his words blurred.

Jun kissed him again. "Yeah," he said on a contented sigh. "I'm worried you're getting too fat for me."

Nino's hips jolted up and Jun pushed down against it with a gasp before he suddenly found himself on his back, Nino tumbling himself to his feet at the foot of the bed. "You insensitive cad," he said, his stupid Nino smile all over his face. "I am going to sleep with generic brand Jun."

Tucking his hands behind his head, Jun stretched languidly on the comforter, infinitely amused at Nino's game. "I guess I'll go sleep with Captain," he offered.

"Do that," Nino said, picking up his bag from by the door. It was a little surprising when Nino actually left. Jun poked his head out the door and watched Nino down the hall to set of rooms that A.B.C. were holed up in. "Who wants to hear stories about a drunken Jun and Inoue Mao?" Nino called. The door opened and several sets of hands reached out, pulling him inside.

"You ass," Jun said to the empty hallway. He leaned back in to his room to snag his key and, tucking it in his pocket, went down the hall in the direction opposite of the way Nino had gone. "Satoshi?" he knocked lightly, unsure if Ohno was actually awake or not. He wasn't any more sure when the door opened a moment later; Ohno's eyes seemed alert but he slumped against Jun's chest before the door was even fully open.

"Jun-kun," he said. Then, "Oh, you're hard."

Jun shook his head. "Could you not say that in the middle of the hall?" he asked rhetorically. Ohno's face drew in on itself in a tiny, confused frown. "Can I come in?" Jun asked after a silent beat.

Ohno stepped back, pulling Jun into the room by virtue of being melted against him. "You smell like Nino," Ohno observed.

"He left me for the Juniors," said Jun as he turned Ohno, putting him to his side and leading him to the bed with an arm around his waist.

Ohno hummed in companionable agreement. "Nino is cold like that." He flopped onto the bed and rolled over, reaching up his arms.

Jun settled into them with a wordless purr, kissing Ohno as the other turned his face up to him. "Satoshi," he murmured fondly.

A hand brushed against the front of Jun's jeans, over his zipper. "Did you want—?" Ohno began.

He did. Ohno had the hands of an artist, precise and talented and Ohno was in that sleepy, pliant state that translated to a sweet, easy fuck. Jun's cock throbbed at the thought. He hooked his pinky with Ohno's and led his hand away. "It's all right," he said. The decision to wait for Nino, for the game, coiled inside of him, deliciously tight.

Ohno stuck his lower lip out with a cross sound. Jun kissed him again, nibbling on that pouty lip as he reached between himself and Ohno, finding elastic band of his boxer shorts and pushing them down as far as he could, until Ohno could easily kick his way out of them. He soothed his hands up Ohno's thighs. Ohno shuddered against him. "Jun-kun."

"Shh," Jun whispered, curling a hand around Ohno's hardness. He thumbed the head of it, finding slickness already waiting for him. He twisted his wrist and made Ohno shudder again. He kept a slow pace, one that Ohno seemed frustrated with but not so much that he was wiling to put in the effort to change it. Jun dusted his face with light kisses, burying his face in Ohno's hair as Ohno began to shake and come apart at the seams. Jun was shaking, too, by the time Ohno subsided against him.

"Jun-kun," Ohno mumbled, one hand flopping in the direction of Jun's crotch.

Jun caught his hand and kissed the back of it before tucking it under Ohno's cheek. "No," he said. The coil of want, of need inside wound a little tighter and Jun shifted against it, feeling the way his clothing kept his erection tight against his belly. "It's all right. Forget about it."

Ohno closed his eyes with a drowsy murmur and seconds later was fast asleep.

Jun wasn't really surprised and was even less surprised when Ohno came down for breakfast the next morning looking slightly confused and announced, "I woke up with no pants on."

Nino started the standing ovation, shooting Jun an amused look as he got to his feet.


Mystery Prize

He'd tried to play 'don't' with Ohno before. The results were always a mixed bag. There were times when Ohno seemed oblivious to all the wordless invitations to play or responded to them absentmindedly and Jun would find himself a week into it only to discover that Ohno was clueless. Sometimes Ohno seemed to forget they were playing any game at all.

More than once while playing with Ohno, Jun had walked away and come back to find Ohno suddenly tension free (and usually Nino had a smug look on his face, the little rat). Sometimes he walked in on Ohno playing out the end of the game with somebody else. He was used to it when it was Aiba or Nino or (very rarely) Sho. The time with Toma, however, had been a bit of a shock. He would have been upset about yet another wasted game but Ohno had held his gaze and Toma had blushed but smiled before looking away and Jun had watched the way the game ended. There was no way to regret the pink of Toma's tongue against the dusty-bronze peak of Ohno's nipples, nothing worth trading for that could really match the way it had looked when Ohno had slid between Toma's thighs and put his pretty hands on Toma's cock, reaching lower to flutter touches at the head of his own as his hips rolled, his tight abdomen slapping softly against Toma's ass.

Sometimes…sometimes Jun was certain that Ohno was the only person Nino truly feared because sometimes he was certain that Ohno was playing a long game against him, nudging him in to place and starting things up, moving them along, without Jun really seeing or knowing. Evil lurked beneath that placid exterior like a monster under the bed—real or not could be argued until the end of time.

"G'morning, Captain," Jun mumbled, yawning as he walked into the J&A meeting room. He crossed the room, aiming for the coffee machine by the big bank of windows but never made it there. Ohno being the first to arrive was rare but Ohno having his pants open and jerking off while seated beside the floor-to-ceiling length windows of the office was completely unheard of. "Are you insane?" Jun coughed up the words that had lodged in his throat. "There are—you're—the door isn't even locked!" He whipped around and stalked back to the door, flipping the lock. "Are you crazy?"

Ohno frowned. "No, I'm really horny for some reason."

'For some reason' probably had something to do with the way Jun had been making tortuously small advances on Ohno, drawing him subtly into the game. Ohno's hand shouldn't have been on his cock for another two days. "At the office?" was what he chose to say about that.

Ohno shrugged. The movement drew Jun's eyes down along his arm to his hand in his lap. Ohno had such pretty, pretty hands. Jun had always been drawn to the grace of their movements, the delicate way his nails rounded, the way the muscle and skin laid close to the bone on his fingers, the knuckles slightly more prominent because of it. The fact that Ohno's hands were pretty but still male, still strong, still did dumb boy things, had always caused a slight skip in Jun's pulse whenever he thought of it. Ohno's hand was sliding up and down his cock, almost drifting, the motion as serene as the man making it.

Kissing was one work of art to Jun and Ohno's cock was another. It was long and just thick enough to be a comfortable handful; the silk-soft skin that covered it flushed a peachy-rose, the head shining dark and succulent. Darker veins stood out in relief, somehow painfully arousing when paired with Ohno's hand and the tracery of veins on the back. A matched and perfect pair, Jun thought, watching the unhurried way Ohno was touching himself. His throat was dry, his mouth watering.

"Could you stop that?" asked Jun finally with a shake of his head to bring him back to his senses. "We have a meeting in," he checked his watch "ten minutes."

"Oh," said Ohno. A smile flitted across his lips. "No, the meeting got moved back half an hour. I guess I forgot to call Matsujun and let him know."

"You forgot," Jun said dryly. He didn't believe it in the slightest.

"I'm really horny," Ohno reiterated.

…it was entirely possible that Ohno had forgotten to call.

Jun frowned. "You're in front of the windows—there's a building right across the street. There are probably people in there already." Their meeting had been scheduled early in the way only the entertainment world managed it: barely even six o'clock. The sun had only just managed to push itself fully over the horizon but it was still possible that some other workaholics were already on the job. "Somebody could see you, you know." Somebody could take a PICTURE, he didn't say.

Ohno smiled at him, the cute one that made his nose scrunch up. "It's not that big, Jun-kun." He wiggled and slouched even further into his chair, spreading his legs a little more and actually thrusting his hips up to meet his hand. "Jerk off with me." It didn't sound like a question or even a request.

"What?" Jun said. Then, "The windows," and "I'm not even—"

"You're hard," Ohno said.

Jun silently cursed his slacks for being blatantly obvious about what he was carrying. "Satoshi," he started sensibly.

One foot tapped out a beat on the air, a counterpoint to the rhythm in his lap as Ohno looked at him, wide-eyed but not innocent. It wasn't 'Leader' looking at him; it was Arashi's sleeping lion. "It's one of those days, Jun-kun," he said, his words as slow as the beat. "There's nothing to think about but how bad you want it, right? Like your blood got sucked out and somebody put sex in where it should have been."

"Satoshi."

"Everything sounds so good, doesn't it? Even things you know aren't as good as you think they are," Ohno went on, his voice sounded sleep-dazed but his eyes were hot and sharp. The hand in his lap was still moving slow and easy but Jun could see the way his fingers went tight at the head, squeezing, pinching, at the end of every upward stroke. "Like titty fucking."

In his slacks, Jun's cock twitched violently. He grabbed it through the cloth, holding it still because he had to do something. "I've never," he began.

"Mm, no, Jun-kun doesn't like the big ones," Ohno allowed. "It feels so good to get it between the big ones, though. You get a talented girl who can suck it when it's close and it's fantastic, so soft and your come all over her chest, on her neck like a string of pearls."

Jun held himself harder. "Satoshi."

Ohno's eyes flicked to the side. "It's awkward getting there, though," he said. He sounded a little petulant. "You've got to be so careful not to crush her. That's why sometimes it's just better with a guy, right, Matsujun?"

Casting a glance at the window, Jun bit back a curse. "Not here," he insisted. He curled his hand around the button of his pants.

"You're right," Ohno nodded. "We couldn't do it here. There isn't any lube." Ohno's tongue darted out, quick and pink, making his lips gleam in the soft light. "But right now a dry fuck sounds like it'd be hot, don't you think? Hot and rough and dirty." Ohno's hips snapped up to meet his hand, an audible smack of skin on skin sounding. "You know it'd hurt but doesn't it sound perfect right now? Just to have a cock inside you? Just to be up inside somebody? It's that kind of morning where I want to do it."

The imagery made Jun fist his hand around his button. It bit into his palm and Jun let out a sound, some hopeless, helpless noise. "There are windows—" he tried again.

"I want to see you touch yourself," Ohno said softly but firmly, a gentle command. "I want to see you do it here in the sun. I like the light this morning." Jun opened his eyes, not realizing that he'd closed them, and found Ohno looking at him, his eyes staring directly into him. "This morning I think I want everybody to see you touch yourself. I want cameras and pictures and videos. I want to watch it again and again on the news. Show me. Touch yourself."

"Fuck," Jun gave up, tearing at the button and zip of his slacks. He could feel the thread of the button come loose and he didn't even care. Ohno's eyes were on him, following his every move avidly. He wasn't sure he would have cared about an entire film crew breaking down the door. He shoved his underwear out of his way and groaned at the heat of himself in his own hand. "Fuck."

"Yeah," Ohno said, low and sibilant. "That's what I want. I want to fuck. I want to fuck you, Jun-kun."

Ohno's hips and his hands were moving faster, harder and Jun paced himself to it. He wasn't sure why he was still across the room. He could be closer. He could be right there, right in reach. "Please," he heard himself ask. He couldn't move from where he was bracing himself against the table.

In his chair, Ohno moved but didn't stand up, fucking his fist and watching. "You want to come?" he asked. "You don't have to beg, you can just do it."

"I—"

"Do it harder," Ohno's words punctured the haze in Jun's head like a white-hot spike. "Harder, Jun-kun. I want it hard enough to hurt."

Jun cried out, spilling into his hands.

"More," Ohno said and his voice was still the one he almost never used, the one Jun could never refuse, the one that was absolutely certain of absolutely everything, even the things about Jun that Jun didn't know himself. "Keep going."

His cock was sensitive after an orgasm and touching even as the orgasm faded was a prickly sort of pleasure, the sort that was more pain than anything. It didn't matter. "I can't," Jun said even as his hand kept going, still matching the rock of Ohno's hands and hips.

"I know," Ohno said, his tongue flashing out again, wetting his lips. "Just a little more."

Jun dropped his chin to his chest, his eyes closing as he touched himself, his hips sliding with his hands because Ohno was moving, moving, moving and he had to. It didn't matter that everything was tipping into aching and stinging as his come cooled against his skin. He wrenched his eyes open and his head up just in time to see the last of Ohno's release wash over him before it left him slouched in his chair, just as casual-looking as he'd been when Jun had first walked in.

The difference between then and now, however, was that they now each had a messy, sticky handful of come and there were definitely lights on in the building across the street. They did still have a meeting to go to, however. "Shit," Jun sighed.

"Matsujun! Oh-chan!" Aiba called through the door. "Sho-chan went to get you some moist towels! Can one of you move enough to unlock the door? And we told manager to move the meeting down the hall if he could," Aiba went on cheerfully.

"I've got coffees," Nino chimed in.

Jun felt his shoulders slump.

Ohno smiled at him happily. "It's one of those days, right, Jun-kun?" His voice was just sly enough to make Jun's eyes narrow. "One of those days when good ideas are actually really bad. Right?"

Jun gave him a suspicious look, lifted his chin with as much regality as he could muster, and went to unlock the door and let the others in.


Don't

Nino was good at 'don't'. There were times when Jun wasn't sure if Nino wasn't better than he was, actually. It made playing with him a risk, a gamble but it also made it fairly acceptable to cheat just a little.

Jun double checked the garter's attachment to his thigh-high pantyhose. "Are they ready for us, Nino?" he asked, meeting Nino's eyes in the bathroom mirror. He didn't even bother to try hiding his smirk.

Nino's face went tight. "You're a dick," he said.

"Actually I'm a high school girl," said Jun with cool airiness. He pinched the hem of his skirt between his fingers and held it out. "One of the ones who goes to Catholic school." He let go and watched Nino watch the pleated red plaid settle back into place against Jun's thighs.

"You requested this segment," Nino stated darkly. "You requested the skirts and the garters and the nylons and the stuffed bras."

Jun kept his rising excitement in check as he adjusted his bra-given breasts before turning to face Nino. "Fans always like to see us cosplay." He kept his excitement in check, but he didn't bother to hold back his triumph. "Mad about wearing the skirt, Nino? We could always switch you to being the teacher." He knew. He knew Nino's sordid little fantasies. He'd had them moaned into his ear as Nino wailed beneath him, Ohno's voice dragging Nino's secrets out between them. "You want to be the teacher instead? I hear there's a position open."

Nino snapped, became a blur of red-plaid and pristine white blouse and Jun found himself backed into a toilet stall. "Fuck you," Nino said raggedly.

Jun laughed. "Gonna?" he asked. The game only ended when somebody did—or got as close to it as the situation allowed. The loser, the one to break first, topped. It was one thing to lose it and fuck your band mate who was coyly saying 'no' while helpfully fucking himself open on his own fingers and it was another thing entirely to lose it and demand a dick up your ass or make them do all the work. It just wasn't done.

Snarling, Nino bit his neck and pushed his hands up under his skirt. Jun felt the ridge of Nino's erection burn into place next to his own. "Fuck you," Nino said again. "Jun, fuck—" he lost the rest to a garbled moan.

Cupping his ass, using it as leverage, Jun pulled Nino's body against his own again, rubbing their cocks together. Nino's legs hooked around his own as much as possible and he pushed into Jun's next grind. "You're so weak to boys in dresses. Pervert," he opined.

Nino gasped into his neck, his mouth wet and warm against Jun's skin. "Easy access," he panted. "God, let me just—"

Jun took as much of Nino's weight as he could while Nino fumbled between them, making their skirts whisper against each other before his hand landed on the waistband of Jun's underwear. Jun hissed at the way Nino palmed him. "Crass," he told him. "No wonder you can never get a date without a film crew and something to promote." He bucked into Nino's hard squeeze anyhow.

"You're a cheater," Nino moaned. Jun felt Nino's hand twist clumsily between them and drank in the way Nino whimpered at his own touch.

He bit the corner of Nino's jaw, his cheek. "So are you," he said.

The bathroom door banged open and they both froze. "Nino," Aiba said, "your five minutes are up!"

For a moment Nino's eyes were murderous, venomous. Then his face cleared. "Ah, Aiba!" he chirped, dropping out of Jun's arms, no longer straddling his thigh and providing wonderful, glorious friction to Jun's aching cock. "Right on time!"

Jun grabbed his arm as he slipped out of the stall. "You set this up," he asked for confirmation with a scowl.

Nino put his pinky to his mouth and affected an exaggeratedly cute school-girl pose. "Matsujun cheated first," he said in a put-on sulky voice. His eyes were wicked. "I just cheated better."

He waited until Nino, riding piggyback on a giggling Aiba was out of the bathroom and well down the hall before he hit the wall, swearing loudly.

Sho peeked around the door of the last stall. "You know, giving Nino what he wants is weird. It seems like it should work but instead it backfires in the worst way possible."

"He's a whore," Jun said in despair.

"And the devil," nodded Sho, giving him a comforting slap on the back on the way out. "Manager just e-mailed me; they want us on set," he called back. "Let's not give Nino anything else to enjoy by being late."


How Far

Jun never played 'don't' with Aiba. It wasn't that Aiba was incapable of prolonging things, either. It was more that Aiba found other things to be enthusiastic about and Jun got sucked in to doing those things rather than sticking to his original plan. Aiba liked to explore, liked to push every game as far as he could. Sex with Aiba was often an adventure. Playing 'don't' seemed pointless in the face the games Aiba came up with.

Giving in to Aiba often led to even more giving in to Aiba, but Jun didn't mind playing Aiba's private games. No matter where they led.

The chain on his collar made a slither-cool sound as it pooled on Aiba's stomach. Jun stirred it around with his finger, watching the loops of it slide off in different directions. The collar-and-chain was old and they didn't really play that game anymore; Jun just liked the feel of the leather at his neck and the metal against his chest or back or wrapped around his arm. He liked it almost as much as he liked the feeling of Aiba's cock buried deep inside of him. He rolled his hips, hanging his head so that he could look at Aiba through his sweat-soaked bangs. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

Aiba shifted under him, one leg coming up to support Jun's back as he bent, looking to the ceiling as he rolled his hips again, his arms stretching over his head just because he knew what it looked like when he did that and he knew how much Aiba liked it. Aiba held his hips and thrust up into him. "Something different," he said. His voice was hushed, secretive. "Something bad."

Jun snapped himself back upright, pushing himself harder onto Aiba's body. "Do it." It was useless to have Aiba try to explain his ideas while in the middle of sex. His words got tangled or he got distracted by a sudden thought. It was easier to let Aiba do it and stop him if he didn't like it. Aiba trusted him to do that, the same way he trusted Aiba.

Aiba let go of Jun's hips with one hand. It lit down at Jun's shoulder and he dragged his nails down to his bicep. Jun watched the score marks trail after Aiba's fingers and licked his lips. They usually avoided putting marks on each other. Jun liked seeing his touch on another's body, though. He liked seeing what he'd done to them. He liked to look at himself in the aftermath and see what had driven him to the brink and then pushed him over. But that wasn't a new game and he opened his mouth to say so.

The only thing that emerged was a hiss.

Earlier in the week Jun had gotten a scratch on his arm while playing one of the Aibaland games. It had been deep enough to bleed, but not deep enough for stitches. It had scabbed over and Aiba had just scraped his nails over it, opening it up again. "Ouch," he said, preparing to get off long enough to get a tissue and wipe up before going on to Aiba's game. Aiba didn't let him up.

"Pretty," Aiba breathed. His fingers traced the edges of the little cut where the blood was welling up slowly and beading on Jun's skin.

It gave Jun pause. He'd known about Aiba's strange fascination with blood before. He'd seen the way Aiba had looked at the surgical wound on his chest, touching the stained bandage with curious fingers and musing about strength and weakness. He'd known, but he'd never given it a second thought. "Aiba?"

Aiba's forefinger touched one of the beads of blood, making it collapse before he swept it up with his fingers. "Jun-chan," said Aiba.

Jun had the feeling that Aiba was not actually talking directly to him. His heart was thumping strangely in his chest. He watched Aiba examine his fingers turning them and watching the way the light glistened on the red smear. 'Don't', he wanted to say. What came out was, "You shouldn't." He pulled in a short breath. "Blood is dangerous."

Aiba's eyes came up. "It's Jun-chan," he said calmly.

Calmly said, but Jun could see his eyes and something in the normally warm brown tones reminded him suddenly of golden savannah grass and sun-baked earth and the big cats of Africa. Aiba belonged on the zoo show because some part of him, some primal piece of him, connected to the dangerous animals he was sent to face. It was there in his face as he raised his hand between them. "You shouldn't," he repeated, his voice stopping in his throat as Aiba's fingers touched his lips.

He couldn't feel anything more than Aiba's fingertips gentle over his mouth, tracing the outline of his lips. There might have been a slight coolness, maybe a hint of dampness, but Aiba's heat burnt them both away too quickly to be felt if they were ever really there. Aiba's eyes tracked his fingers' path before coming back to hold Jun's. "Open," he said quietly.

The breath Jun hadn't realized he was holding came out in a small gust and Aiba's fingers slipped inside. Jun licked at them automatically. He tasted something faintly metallic and not at all unfamiliar. What was unfamiliar about it was the way it mixed with the taste of Aiba's skin. He didn't look away from Aiba as he sucked his fingers, locked on him as he licked Aiba's fingers clean, biting down gently to keep him from pulling away before Jun was sure he'd finished. When he did release them, he deliberately left his lips parted, not licking them even though he wanted to. "Hm," he considered.

Aiba waited, still and silent under him, watchful.

Jun looked at his arm, making sure with a quick glance that Aiba was following, and then ran his own finger through the blood that had collected. There wasn't much blood and the old wound had quit bleeding, but there was enough there that it painted a ruby-red trail down his finger as he raised it to his lips.

And paused.

Beneath him, Aiba sat up in a fluid curl. Jun would have admired Aiba's flexibility but he was too lost on his eyes and the way the movement had nearly unseated him. He didn't appreciate the empty feeling that had come where a cock had just been filling him. He dug the fingers of his unoccupied hand into Aiba's thigh and used the grip to grind a hard circle over Aiba's hips, glaring at him across the blood between them.

The shadow of a smile ghosted Aiba's mouth, an unspoken apology. "Me now," he said, the breathy quality of his voice even more pronounced from his position, from the situation. He slid his hand into Jun's, his fingers stopping at Jun's palm. "Me."

It should have been against his better judgment to let Aiba lick his blood from his finger. It should have been something he protested when Aiba sucked at his finger like he had his cock earlier in the night. It should have been and it wasn't. Jun stared at the glitter in Aiba's eyes and let his body move taking as much as he could given their seated positions. "Yes," he breathed. "Yeah, Masaki. My turn. Let me taste."

Aiba fell back to the bed, pulling Jun with him. They bit at each other's mouths, messy and hurried; Jun felt a ravening hunger burn in his stomach, felt the lack of air burn at his lungs, and sat up with a guttural cry, riding Aiba's cock as hard as he could. He tasted blood on his lips and Jun fisted his hands in his hair, helpless to stop himself from coming apart at the seams, the taste of his blood copper-bright and seductive in his mouth


Don't Stop

No game lasted forever. Even 'don't' ended. The record was six and a half weeks and that didn't cover Nino's time in America.

Jun wasn't going for the record.

Concerts left him too wired to ignore his body's demands for release and, even if he had been able to ignore his own body, there was absolutely no way to ignore Nino's body. Nino was constantly there, in Jun's space every time he turned around. The only real peace he got anymore was in post-concert showers when Nino chose to inflict himself on Ohno or Sho or had Aiba drop by with a 'special delivery'.

Soaping himself, Jun had to admit that this time it was Nino's game. Once he got the soap off again, he was going to end up fucking Nino in the stall next door. With a sigh of resignation, he banged his forehead against the tile. And then nearly brained himself on the shower-head as he nearly jumped out of his skin.

He twisted to look down at his butt. "Nino?" Nino was on his knees, both hands on Jun's ass and, if Jun wasn't mistaken, getting ready to lick him again.

Nino glared up at him. "Shut up," he said crabbily. "You win, okay? Now let me tongue fuck you."

Jun grinned wildly down at him. "I'd say 'fuck you' but I'm not going to," he gloated.

Nino's didn't acknowledge the gauntlet he'd thrown down. Not verbally. Nino's glare darkened and then he leaned forward. Jun watched the tip of Nino's tongue touch the base of his spine and then glide down, disappearing into the shadowed divide of Jun's body. He couldn't stay in the uncomfortable position he was in. He turned back to the front of the shower, bracing himself there with some regret and holding the image of Nino's open mouth against his skin.

Already close to the edge, Jun tried to focus on the way Nino's tongue was fluttering against his entrance. It wasn't that different from a circling finger—softer, less defined, more agile, but not that different. The wash of Nino's breath over the sensitive skin was new. Hot little puffs of air that tingled over him in the lightest of caresses, Nino's hidden gentle side.

When Nino's tongue breached his body, it felt strange. With only water to ease the passage a finger would have felt rougher going in, would have held the slight burn of friction. Nino's tongue slipped partway into his body easily, hot and slick and writhing inside of him.

His muscles clenched involuntarily in pleasure, seeking to hold that feeling in place. Nino tore his mouth away and bit him on the ass. "Stop that," he snapped.

Jun snuck a look at him over his shoulder. Nino's mouth was as red as if he'd just been sucking cock and it looked good on him. "Get up here," he told Nino.

Nino bit him again, scraping his teeth down as he went back to the warm, dark secret places of Jun's body. His tongue moved against him, slid back inside, and Jun caught his breath on a gasp. Nino stroked inside of him in a familiar rhythm, the half-frantic pace of Nino's hips when he had somebody bent over the furniture and only five minutes to finish. Jun moaned and Nino moaned back at him, the sound sending a shockwave cascading through his system. Jun rocked his hips back against Nino's hold. For a moment Nino's mouth slipped and Jun felt the point of Nino's chin against his balls, felt the hot press of his tongue against the space behind them.

It was too much and not enough. It had been two weeks of daily run-ins. Two weeks of daily games. Two weeks of heating each other up and backing off, no relief from each other, themselves, or anybody else. There was time to take later, finesse to employ and enjoy. But now it had to be quick. It had to be now or else Jun was going to go crazy. "Now," he barked out. "Nino, get up here now."

For a moment he thought Nino was going to ignore him. Nino's tongue continued to work its way in and out of his body and Nino worked a finger in beside it.

"God damn it, Nino," Jun swore.

The flexible heat of Nino's tongue disappeared and a moment later Jun felt it at the back of his neck. "You're as bitchy as two girls," Nino laughed breathlessly into his nape. "I don't exactly have a condom in my pockets, you know." Even as he said it, Jun felt the pressure of another finger pushing into him, stretching him. "You think we can make it to the hotel or are we going to end up humping each other's legs right here?"

He trusted Nino enough to take him in naked, loved him more because Nino would never ask him to. "I've got one," Jun said, kicking over his shampoo and nodding at the condom he'd attached to the bottom when it had become clear that the game was going to be over soon, when he thought he was certainly going to lose. He loved winning. "Hurry up before the hot water runs out."

Jun heard the crinkle of the wrapper tearing open and the strained breath Nino took as he rolled the condom on. "Relax, would you?" Nino muttered, one arm wrapping around his waist and the other brushed against Jun ass as he guided himself into place. Jun felt Nino's fingers slide into him one last time and withdraw again quickly and then he thrust in, his cock hot and huge-feeling. Jun reeled from it. It was uncomfortable but he didn't really notice that as much as he noticed the iron-hard presence of Nino in his body, filling him and finally beginning to take away the clawing emptiness. "Sorry," Nino was mouthing against his back. "Sorry, sorry."

"God," Jun moaned, his head lolling back to bump against Nino's. "Shut up and fuck, will you?"

"You're such a toppy bottom," Nino told him, the words punctuated by a heavy slide of skin against skin and the hard slap of their bodies coming back together.

Jun pushed back into the cradle of Nino's hips with a grunt. "You're just lazy," he managed.

"I'm doing all the work," Nino reminded him, picking up speed. "Now shut up, I can't concentrate. Fuck, why are you so tight?"

Jun didn't answer that. He couldn't and he didn't need to. He fisted his cock as roughly as Nino was driving into him, shoving back as hard as he could with every snap of Nino's hips. The whole world was made up of nothing but heat and falling water and the way it was all getting hotter until the fire finally snapped out of control. Jun came, muffling the sound of his release into his arm, panting as Nino's rhythm faltered and fell apart, his breath evening out as Nino fell still. He winced as he pulled away enough to turn and sling his arm over Nino's shoulders. He nosed at his hair in an almost-kiss. "All right?" he asked quietly.

Nino made an indistinct noise that Jun knew, from thirteen years of listening to it, meant 'yes'. He nodded and waited for Nino to move away. Nino liked to touch, but didn't like to be touched. Jun was going to hold him for as long as Nino was going to let him. The minutes ticked by and Nino remained quiet against him. His body moved in a slight twitch. "Hm," Nino said. "You had a condom."

He would never have told Nino—or anybody else—but he sometimes really loved the random nature of Nino's mind after sex. "Yes. If I hadn't we'd be back at the hotel and I would be shutting my door in your face."

"You had a condom in the shower," Nino said. It was a conversational tone that Jun did not trust. At all.

"Yes, we've established that fact," he said, snapping off the shower and reaching for his towel. He scowled when Nino flipped his tied-off condom into his toiletries bag but didn't object. "Wash up and let's get out of here. The vans are probably waiting."

"You were going to give up," Nino said.

Jun ignored him and walked quickly toward the door. "Kazunari, the others are waiting."

"This was my win," Nino realized. "Matsumoto, you get back in here!"


Keep Away

"Ah," Ohno said, sitting up suddenly from his sprawl across the bench seat he normally shared with Jun. "Here they come."

Jun was running flat out toward the van, his hair in a wet mess and his pants still unbuttoned.

Nino was close at his heels, shirtless and shoeless and gaining on him. "You owe me!" he was shouting, grabbing at the strap on Jun's bag.

"Let me in, let me in, let me in!" Jun shrieked, diving toward the open door.

Aiba and Sho looked at Ohno. Ohno smiled. "Let's shut the door on them and see what happens," he suggested.