RoadTrip AU snippet-y things.

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Ahahahaha. So. I updated the arashiroadtrip today. And the following under the cut relates to that.



Jun tangled the fingers of their free hands together. "In a little while."


And that was the last he knew until there was a sudden burst of sunlight and shrieking and sheets that nearly suffocated him. Jun pushed his way out. "What?"

"Naked!" Sho was shrieking, dragging the bed linens higher and higher up his body. "Seriously, way naked in here! Please knock!"

Mao was shrieking, too, and dragging the blankets away from Sho. "Oh my god, Jun! I thought you went home hours ago! Masaki and Satoshi and whatshisname are on their way over right now!"

Jun blinked. "What time is it?" he asked blearily.

"Nudity!" Sho shouted.

"Nine!" Mao screeched. "I came to get him—" she indicated Sho with a particularly vicious tug on the covers "—for work and found you practically stuck to him. Nice ass, by the way. Still cute."

Jun sat up and pushed the blankets out of his face again. Then something Mao said hit him. "Wait, whatshisname? You mean Nino?"

"And Satoshi and Masaki. Coming round the corner by the laundry when I looked out the window on the second story landing," Mao confirmed.

By the laundry…? Jun thought, blinking. "Oh, shit," he realized. He pushed Sho out of the bed and swung out of it. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he demanded, scanning the room for his clothes.

"Why didn't you go home?" Mao countered, throwing his wrinkled slacks at him.

"You said you'd wake us!"

"Well excuse me for being tired! You guys keep me up nights, you know!"

Jun flung the window sash up, letting in a wash of fresh, mid-morning air. And voices.

"I still feel bad about it," Aiba was saying. "I meant to come over in the middle of the night, once my mum and everybody was sleeping but I guess I was too worn out and I slept 'til now. I hope Sho-chan's not angry."

"Who cares if he is," came Nino's voice. "He ran out on us after an orgy."

"I wonder if Jun wants to come visit Sho-chan with us," said Ohno.

Their voices were getting progressively closer.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Jun said feelingly, cramming his socks in his pockets and feet into his shoes.

"Out the back," Mao hissed, shoving at Jun's shoulders. "And for god's sake, take the trail behind Yuya's house otherwise Auntie Rie will see you and the whole town will know."

"Put your pants on," Jun snapped at Sho, hearing the crunch of shoes over the crushed-quartz of Mao's front garden path.

"You leave this to me," Mao told him. "You!" she said, turning to Sho. "Back into bed! And move over!"

"Shit, my shirt!" Jun realized, turning back just as he heard a knock on the front door. "It's on the—"

"Go!" Mao told him. "Sorry, Sakurai," she said and Jun watched her grasp the bottom hem of her sundress and pull it off over her head, tossing it to land over Jun's shirt on the lamp, covering it. "I hope you like girls."

"a;ldksfldjkBREASTS," said Sho.

"Mao-chan? Sho-chan?" called Aiba, from what was (most probably) Mao's open front door.

The last thing Jun heard as he streaked soundlessly down Mao's back stairs was Mao telling Sho 'hold still and let me straddle you!'. Mao, he reflected, would always be the one and only girl he ever truly loved.








And an alternate scene!

It was a good thing that the third story of Mao's B&B was empty save the three rooms that Masaki, Sho, and Nino were (or weren't) using, Jun thought as he and Sho crept quietly down the hall, half dressed, mostly naked, to Aiba's room. The door swung open without a sound and shut silently behind them.

There was a bottle of lubricant sitting on the bedside table, shining in a stray patch of moonlight.

Sho went to it, picked it up, and looked at Jun from under his lashes. "Whatever you want," he said, holding it out to him.

Jun didn't know exactly what he wanted aside from Sho.

The bed, when they tumbled into it, smelled of Aiba. Of Ohno and Nino and himself and Sho, all together in a sex-scented tangle. He kissed Sho and felt Sho laughing under him. "What?"

"Doesn't it seem kind of wrong to have sex in Aiba's bed, with Aiba's lube, without him here?" Sho asked, amused puffs of air brushing against Jun's cheek.

Jun couldn't help nuzzling his cheek against Sho's, rubbing the ticklish words away. "We had an orgy," he said, "and this is the part you find weird?"

Sho laughed out loud and Jun suddenly found himself on his back under him, the bottle of lube cool against his side and Sho's hands warm on his wrists. "Yeah," he said.

"Kiss me again," Jun invited.

(AND THEN THERE WAS FUCKING, OKAY?)

(AND THE NEXT MORNING IT WAS SHO'S POV.)

Sho woke up to the warm weight of Jun on his chest and the shrill voice of Inoue Mao in his ears. "Oh my god!" she was shrieking

"NAKED!" Sho shrieked back at her.

"Shut up," mumbled Jun, his lips uncomfortably close to Sho's nipple.

Mao ripped the blankets back off the bed. "What are you guys doing in here? I thought you went home hours ago!"

Jun's eyelashes dragged against Sho's chest, butterfly soft. "What?"

"It's NINE A.M., YOU MORON!" Mao shouted. "Satoshi and Masaki and Satoshi's boyfriend are coming up the drive right now!"

"Shit!" Jun said, scrambling out of bed, apparently unconcerned about Mao seeing him in all his naked glory.

Sho pulled the blankets up to his chin. "What the hell!" he demanded.

"We're shunning you," Jun reminded him, scrambling into his pants. "And if they catch me here we're both dead. Why didn't you wake us?" he asked Mao.

Mao threw her hands up. "I heard you in the hall! I thought you were leaving not having sex in every bed you could find!"

"Fuck, my shirt is in Sho's room!" Jun said, dashing out into the hall.

"Go down the back stairs!" Mao called after him. "And HURRY!"

A knock sounded on the front door.

"Oh, shit," Sho winced.

"You give up easy," Mao told him. She yanked the blankets away from him. "Put your shorts back on and follow me." Sho had barely managed to get the shorts past his knees when Mao tugged him into the hall. Jun, dressed now but holding his socks and shoes, came out of Sho's room. "I've got this covered," Mao told him as they heard another knock at the door. "Open Masaki's window on your way down," Mao told him as the front door made a soft sound, sighing as somebody opened it.

"You're the best, Mao," Jun said as he darted off.

"What--?" said Sho, looking after him.

"Trust me," said Mao, leaning against the doorframe of Sho's room. "And get on your knees."

Sho dropped to his knees, so confused that he was wiling to follow any directions no matter how weird they might be. "What—?" Sho started again and then bit his tongue as Mao draped one slender thigh over his shoulder, her pretty sundress held high.

"Get your hands someplace good and try to hide the fact that you're not hard, okay?" Mao told him, putting one hand in his hair and pressing him towards her.

Her panties were covered in tiny pink hearts and she smelled like powder-spice-woman in all the best possible ways. Sho turned his head slightly, feeling her long fingernails scratch against his scalp. Mao's thigh was soft against his lips. "Um. Okay," he said breathlessly. "But, um, if I get—?"

Mao's hand tightened in his hair. "Not in front of your gang-bang," she told him, but she drew him closer anyhow.

Sho breathed her in and was honestly startled when Aiba's voice interrupted the strange peace of the moment to announce that they'd forgotten to make Mao promise to shun him, too.

Comments

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That's superb! I hope Sho likes girls too, otherwise he'll be traumatised for life ;; (Not that he isn't already)
I knew there's a reason that you're one of my favourite authors in this fandom :D