|Arashi [Fic] (MatsuMiya)
||[Nov. 8th, 2006|11:42 am]
Title: The First Time|
Genre: Fiction - Fan, Music
Theme/s: Shounen Ai / Boy Love, Romance, Drama, Angst, etc.
Topic: 1. Beginnings
Fandom: JE - Arashi
Characters: Kazunari Ninomiya, Jun Matsumoto
Summary: Nino remembers the first time.
Notes: for lullabyeforyou's fanfic challenge. I was resting, in a state of euphoria because mom bought this infrared heat massager and my back hurt so bad. I actually thought the whole story up while on my bed and finished it there but didn't write it until a few minutes later, when i was fully recovered from tiredness (and too paranoid that if i slept, i might lose it if i didn't write it sooner) so it might be different from the original one in my mind. [Thanks, btw, to this vid for the inspiration...] (an ode to my favorite OTP. who knew that, even when they were young, they were already hot for each other??)
Disclaimer: I wish i had my own Jun and Nino dolls, but instead i have plot bunnies. If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing this now, would i??
He remembers the first time, he thinks as he lays there, panting, an arm resting on his sweat-glistened forehead. He didn't realize that, seven years onward, it was probably meant to be. Not until that first time.
The first time...
It was a few years after their debut, when Arashi held its first concert. Nino was a young boy, mere shy of 18 years and of the same height as the other boy. Nino was being his playful self, the crowd's high tension feeding his energy. A mischievous glint in his eyes, he decided right then and there to do it, just because he wanted to. Eh, what the heck...
He runs, throwing his mic to the nearest back up dancer, but not before yelling Matsuko's name. There was just something about Matsuko in that yukata, the front slightly open, revealing his creamy silk skin, he sees as he nears him.
Matsuko turns around, yelling "Nani? Kazunari?" before Nino's arms grab him and pin him down onto the floor. This is the only time Nino is glad that taking Judo for PE class finally pays off, if not for anything else. He throws himself against Matsuko and brings their lips together, much to the delight of millions of screaming fangirls and in front of his laughing bandmates and young juniors. Actually, nobody saw anything, as the lights dimmed after he threw Matsuko down but only he saw the surprise in Matsuko's eyes when his tongue almost slid out.
Matsuko just laughs. He just laughs when the lights turn back on. But he didn't laugh so much the next time it happened.
In fact, he didn't laugh at all...
It was two years later, somewhere inside the dressing room. Nino was rehearsing the dance routines for their concert. He had alot of catching up to do, since shooting finished late, later than he expected. Jun offered to help him practice, taking the time to practice the routine himself. Nino agreed, too tired to disagree and too grateful to refuse.
He turns the music up and plays "Te Agero". He starts out, facing the mirror and goes through the steps. Nino sits back and watches, carefully trying to memorize each step mentally. Halfway through the music, he gives up, as his eyes is transfixed with watching Jun, and watching Jun dance, Jun's hips going around in circles slowly...
Jun just stands there, his body moving, matching every step to the music's rhythm and beat. He then turns around, swaying his hips sideways, slowly, oh so slowly. His legs strides forward, gliding smoothly against the tiles and his eyes lock against Nino's. Nino gulps, his heart beating one step faster, as Jun stares at him, his eyes dark. Oh, and the way Jun is staring at him right now...well, let's just say it wasn't family-oriented and concert-friendly.
Jun stops in front of Nino, and makes himself a place in between Nino's legs. He places his hands on Nino's hips, pulling him close, across the dresser, towards him. He hasn't stopped dancing, for the music hasn't stopped playing. He presses his hips forward, shifting his hips sideways slowly, rubbing himself against rough denim.
He closes his eyes and throws his head back, biting his lips as he continues, his hands gripping Nino's arms.
"Jun, I - " Nino interrupts but Jun just keeps him quiet, brushing a finger across his lips and saying "Ssshhh."
Jun leans forward, his mouth near Nino's right ear. "What do you want, Nino? What do you really want?" He whispers softly, his breath warm, his voice low and seductive, heady yet light. "Tell me what you really want..."
Nino doesn't answer, for Jun doesn't give him the chance. A long moan escapes past Jun's lips, thick, rich and full of lust. His tongue slides out, taking a lick of Nino's earlobe before giving it a soft bite. His mouth can't resist - Just one taste...he thinks to himself - as he sucks it, tasting Nino, a mixture of salt-laden sweat and sweet desire.
The music finally stops but Jun's hips don't...
Needless to say, Nino went home that night with his hair fussed up, his clothes wrinkled and his body wanting. He was still hot, the memory of Jun kneeling down, his mouth on Nino, and after, Jun on his back, his back arching as Nino returned the favor...
Jun turns to his side, his lips closing around Nino's neck, trailing warm kisses down his collarbone and chest. "Ne, what are you thinking?"
"N-no - Oh~...nothing..." Nino closes his eyes as he groans, getting hot all over again, as Jun's hands roam around him.
"Uhmmm..." Jun licks his wet lips, smirking. "Humor me~"
"Why don't I just show you instead?" Nino whispers against his lips, an eyebrow raised, as he grabs Jun, flipping him and pushing him back onto the bed, his hand sliding lower...and lower...and lower still...
: thanks to adronicus for being an awesome beta-reader!