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Part 4
Jun’s gaze was locked on the window, his eyes wandering on the few people that were walking down the street this early οn a Sunday morning, as he brought his mug of coffee to his mouth. Such moments, he kind of wished he smoked. Maybe it would help him keep his calm. He had hoped the caffeine he so much needed every morning could help him but after an hour he could tell there was no use. He still felt too hot. He was sweating. There’s no way it was the weather. Not that it was bad but late November wasn’t exactly the definition of hot temperatures. All of this was due to his nervousness and he knew it well. He had tried to keep questions such as ‘What do I really want?’ ‘What happens next?’ ‘Where I stand?’ away but they always seemed to come back and fill his mind causing him to clench his grip on the mug, to sweat even more. “Damn…” he cursed under his breath before he shoved the cup of coffee into his sink and headed to the bathroom. Two minutes later, he was taking another shower. The third in a few hours.
With his towel secured around his waist he entered in his bedroom, the shutters still down. He opened his closet carefully not to make too much noise, this time settling for an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt. The sweater and sweatpants he had been wearing proved not the smartest choice in his current state. He was tempted not to look but the curiosity in him was stronger. He threw a glance to his bed over his shoulder, a sigh escaping from his part-opened lips. It was hard to take in the view, he was seeing, but no matter how many times he had blinked it was remaining the same… it was still making him gulp, his throat feeling dry. With a light shake of his head, he returned his attention to his task. Clothes!, he reminded to himself. That was why he was there. He opened the drawer and picked one of his black briefs and without looking again, he hurried back to the bathroom.
He hadn’t imagined things would turn like that. He couldn’t put a name on what exactly he had imagined the outcome of this party would be but he could swear it wasn’t that; not the man, he had been craving for, and therefore avoiding at all cost, having stayed after the party. Still being there. Sleeping. In his bed. Naked.
He had liked the other from the first time their gazes had met. All of this time had been a real torture for him. He had always been a one-night stand kind of man. Screwing? Fucking? Finding mutual carnal pleasure? It didn’t matter the label somebody would put on it. The most important part of the whole deal was that it required no emotional attachment which automatically meant no feelings hurt. And he was good with how things worked. He had priorities in his life. He had decided upon that. He had his job. Dance was the only thing he was committed to, he was breathing for. He didn’t need a person.
Yet, since that man appeared in his life, he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Was it his cute smile? The honesty he could trace in his eyes? Maybe a combination of everything or simply him as a whole. He just knew that Aiba Masaki made his heart jump funnily in his chest and he hated it because this man represented everything, he hated. He had decided that he hated it a long time ago. But it wasn’t his neighbor who was at fault. It was only him which was why he tried to avoid him. Because his body reacted in a certain way that contradicted his mind.
Jun closed his eyes, a big frown on his forehead. He had failed. He chuckled. How could he not? Primal instincts are as strong as the survival ones; impossible to control.
The truth was that Jun was taken by surprise when his neighbor said all those things… but mostly he was taken by surprise because of the pain and the desperation he could trace on every word spoken. It had been what made him snap. He did what he had been denying to himself all this time; feel him; take a first taste of him; he had kissed him… but that wasn’t what took things out of control. It was the fact that not only didn’t the other push him away like he (half-assed) hoped, but returned the kiss with the same if not even bigger intensity. It was all it took him to lose it completely. Jun sighed. It had felt so damn good… probably the best… touching him, kissing him, feeling him hot and open to surrender to him and his needs, to everything Jun was willing to take. He closed his eyes as vivid images of last night flashed through his mind, his skin suddenly being too sensitive. He could still feel it… him…
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Before the other had a chance to react, Jun’s lips were attached to the ones he had been fantasizing over, feeling them hotter in reality. He didn’t lose time. He demanded everything the other could offer him at that moment. He took the lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it while the tip of his tongue was asking for permission to enter. He could smile triumphantly feeling his neighbor’s body shiver as a result of his ministrations. It felt so damn good… He continued teasing the other and lost as he was in the sensations, it took him a few seconds to realize that the other had already opened his mouth for him, allowing him to explore it to its depths as he wished, returning the kiss with the same intensity. Jun’s mind was fogged… he moaned in the kiss as he deepened it not caring if it turned too sloppy, if teeth crushed against one another, if there was too much saliva. What he knew was that to him this kiss tasted like the water for someone stranded in the desert for days. It was addictive… He just couldn’t get enough.
Feeling Masaki’s arms around his neck, in an attempt to bring their bodies even closer, if possible, in search of friction, made him in return needier. The other seemed to be equally insatiable, and probably thanks to the alcohol, daring enough to show it. Jun’s body felt as if in flames, desperate to feel the hotness, the one attached to him was emitting. He kept moving his mouth sensually against Masaki, exploring him to the deepest corner, as if they were dancing under the most intense rhythm. Jun tilted his head to deepen it the most he could whole he pressed his lower front on Masaki, making their crotches meet, a move that made the latter moan in his mouth.
Arousal was slowly building up in Jun, with every second becoming more and more intense. Somewhere in his daze, he realized the other was equally aroused, his hardness pocking his inner thigh. Jun let out a low groan as he tore his lips off Masaki’s to move lower to the crook of his neck. The other had his hands locked into his hair, other times grabbing it forcefully, other times massaging it softly. Jun let his hot breath fall on the soft skin, his lips almost touching it. He felt the need to tease the other, to bring him to his limits. He was not kissing him, certainly not sucking his sensitive, if he judged correctly by the desperate way Masaki’s hands clawed on his red sweater, spot. He didn’t move not even when Masaki tilted his head upwards and to the side to give him enough space to devour him the way the latter wished. And then he heard him… that almost pleading, breathy tone.
“Jun…”
Masaki had said it and Jun could only comply. He rained him with hot, wet kisses everywhere his lips could reach, followed by the tip of his tongue and by teeth in turns, marking the white skin in a way that left the other breathless. Jun could tell Masaki’s mouth was agape, in a desperate need for air, his back arched in a bow, his hands always lost in his hair so that he didn’t fall and he was loving it.
“J… Jun…” was all the other could whisper in his state.
Hearing his name coming out from those lips, sounding like a moan, made Jun seek for more. He teased Masaki’s earlobe with his teeth, while his lower part moved forward on its own. The first couple of thrusts didn’t push his neighbor away, on the contrary, they were met half way… the other was mirroring him… they were both lost in ecstasy.
Jun wanted to scream when the other moved a couple of steps away; at first because of the sudden lack of touch but seconds later because of the unexpected, but definitely pleasant, surprise. His eyes followed Masaki’s hands moving lower on himself, trying blindly to find the shirt buttons. Once they did, they started undoing them one by one until the cream-like torso was slowly being revealed to him. Jun could only gasp. Was the other giving him a private show? For real?
He could only hush and watch. The other might not be a dancer but he had rhythm ‘and some smooth moves…’ Jun thought smirking, his tongue brushing his lower lip. The more flesh the other was revealing to him, the more he wanted to feel it; that hot flesh that was hiding underneath was calling him to feel it against his skin. Jun saw the shirt falling on the floor right before the other moved his hand to his trousers’ button and zipper. In a blink of the eye, the pair of trousers was thrown to the floor along with the rest of his clothes. Masaki was now standing almost entirely naked in front of him… naked and aroused… Masaki couldn’t hide… not when he was standing hard in front of him. Jun’s gaze, burning, was locked on that specific area… he wanted to taste the other so much and was sure when their eyes met that his neighbor could read his dark thoughts.
Jun knew there was no more time to lose. His hands found his own clothes just to be stopped. He was left astonished when this time it was Masaki the one who smiling claimed the other man’s lips once again, his hands doing the job for Jun. In a blink of the eye, Masaki’s hands had found the waist of the greyish jeans that.
“This has tortured me enough today…” was what he muttered on Jun’s lips once he broke the kiss and looked into Jun’s darkened-from-lust eyes.
Feeling Masaki’s gaze moving lower where his member hard and already licking was suffocated in his black D&G briefs, made him moan in despair. This man would always surprise him. He was staring at him as if it was the most fascinating thing, he had ever casted a look upon in his whole life. Jun let out a low groan when he saw the other bite his lower lip right before he moved his hand on top of his erection, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, just to feel it pulsate under his teasing touch. The other kept brushing it a couple of times before he looked back at Jun and with a smirk took the same hand and brushed his lips. Since when was Aiba Masaki a teaser?
He didn’t know who the man in front of him was at the moment but didn’t care to think much about it either. What he knew was that he was tired of not taking what he truly wished for. He could see the other’s burning gaze being locked on his crotch… like that tongue of his that was brushing his lower lip, as if it was preparing it to taste something. Jun had to bite his own lower lip not to moan at the thought of having it around his hard erection. He then felt this very same fingers tracing a droplet of sweat that was running down his temples, before bringing it to his lips… he opened them… tasting his own sweat on Masaki’s fingers.
Their eyes met. Their mouths were only mere centimeters apart.
“I want you,” the other whispered on Jun’s parted lips. Jun held his breath. It wasn’t a simple statement. It was an order, spoken loud and clear. “And I want you, now.”
Jun couldn’t help moaning the moment he heard those words. He hadn’t expected the other to be this bold but it was most welcomed.
“Your wish, my command,” he whispered in a raspy voice in Masaki’s ear as he grabbed him by his hand leading him with any further delay to his bedroom. The moment they entered the room he kicked the door close before he threw the other on the mattress. Seeing the subject of his wildest dreams on his bed naked, on his back, waiting for him was almost enough to bring him over the edge.
He could detect the dark gaze on Masaki’s flushed face… He was seduction impersonated. Now, he was sure. Without breaking the eye-contact, he pulled down his briefs revealing his hard erection that was standing up proud. He didn’t miss the half-muffled whine that escaped from the back of the other’s throat, the moment he saw it. Jun was already licking as he came closer climbing on top of Masaki, straddling him with his legs. He smiled mischievously when the latter arched his back trying to gain the slightest friction.
“How much do you want it?” Jun asked huskily, his lips teasing the left erected nipple, sending shivers down his soon-to-be lover’s spine.
“Please…” the other whispered.
Jun could feel the need behind that please and realized he didn’t have to torture any of them any longer. He had seen Masaki’s body in the gym but it felt as if he was doing something, he shouldn’t. This… the same body was in front of him but in the same time it was different. This time, he could smell it, taste it, feel it, had the chance to make it writhe in pleasure… make it his. He allowed his hands to travel all over the thin yet firm torso. He could feel the little trembles his touch was causing to Masaki and that made him eager for more trembles… more gasps… more moans…
He leaned in, his mouth finding the hot and sweaty skin. He could taste traces of cologne mixed with the other’s scent, slightly salty and virile from the arousal. He sucked, licked, kissed, bit anywhere he could reach. He was insatiable. He wanted to taste every single piece of him. He moved south, coming inch by inch closer to the licking erection. He licked his lips before he moved his eyes upwards, wanting to catch the other’s attention. He smirked when he saw that Masaki’s hazed eyes were locked on him, his mouth opening wider to let out a shaky whine the moment the tip of Jun’s tongue teased the heavy hardness from the base to its tip in an excruciating slowness. Jun threw him a playful wink before he took him all in his mouth. The games were over. He wanted to make the other yell, spasm because of the intensity of the sensations he was causing. He worked with everything he could, mouth and hands and in less than a couple of minutes later, Masaki was trembling, his toes curled, and moaning breathily his name as orgasm hit him hard.
Jun didn’t leave him a chance to breathe normally. He entered him in one fluid moment after the quick preparation he had done while going down on him. He felt Masaki wrapping his legs around his waist, his hands mirroring them around his neck. He leaned closer. His eyes roamed on Masaki’s face. The skin was covered in sweat, his cheeks crimson red and his eyes, still fogged from the pleasure he had just experienced, locked on him, as if searching to see what his were hiding. It was then that struck Jun how truly beautiful the other was… not that he hadn’t known… but the realization was different… because Masaki had never looked more beautiful than that moment, underneath him, holding him close, while their bodies were connected… His heart was beating faster than ever, feeling like it would jump out of his chest in any minute.
“Are you ok?” Jun asked tenderly, his right hand tucking a covered-in-sweat tuft behind Masaki’s ear.
After the latter’s small nod, Jun started moving, slowly in the beginning not wishing to hurt his new lover. Once he felt, there was no trace of frown written on Masaki’s forehead, he sent his hips deeper in faster and more powerful thrusts. Soon, his body had taken control, moving on its own, chasing down the bliss it so desperately sought after.
“Jun… ah… mo… more…” Jun heard Masaki moaning and could only do as asked.
He brought his hands around Masaki’s waist, pulling him up in one move, until the latter was sitting on his lap, Jun still buried deep inside him. He felt the need to hold him closer.
“Masaki…” he growled before his mouth found the crook of his neck while his right hand went between them, closing around his lover’s cock that once again had hardened up. Jun gasped when Masaki threw his head backwards, his mouth agape. They were close.
Soon, the moves turned uncoordinated, their bodies trembling from the intensity until they both screamed each other’s name. Jun felt the orgasm tearing his body apart, ejaculating hard in the condom deep inside the other. He was panting crazily. Once the intensity fell down, his body felt as if turned into jelly. He was unable to move. He couldn’t remember a single time that he had felt something that could compare to this. It was as if he was set on fire; its flames reaching every single nerve in his body, hitting him till the core. He didn’t know what to say… Hell, he didn’t know if he could say anything at all. The only thing he could do was to look at the other who was staring back at him with a tired but satisfied smile on his face. He was pulled in a kiss. This time, soft, full of emotions. Jun could tell…
They lied down on the bed. Jun was still trying to ease his fast heartbeat, his eyes locked on the ceiling, looking at some blind spot. They hadn’t really talked, yet they had slept together… and it was extraordinary… pure magic. How should he behave? His mind was overflowed with questions. He turned to his side, his lips curving into a smile when he realized that Masaki had already fallen asleep. He rested his weight on his elbow, as his hand brushed his lover’s hair.
‘You’re so beautiful…’ he thought as he pressed, feather-like, his lips on Masaki’s forehead.
They had to talk… that was certain… but it had to wait… at least for the moment…
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Jun was afraid. It wasn’t that he regretted it. In any way. But he had felt the need to sleep by his side, to hold him protectively within his arms, he wanted to wake up by his side, snuggle with him, but in the same time hadn’t dared to. Mostly because of himself. He had never dared to do again anything this intimate. Sex was intimate physically; Snuggles and hugs were intimate emotionally… He could not lie to himself. Last night what they did was not only having sex, it was making love, no matter how cliché it may sound. But despite that… Could he really be this close to the other? What if it proved to be the wrong thing? Could he follow that path?
Lost as he was in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the soft steps behind him, nor the presence of the one that had been occupying his mind in the living room, watching him closely for quite a few minutes now.
“Did you regret it?”
The words reached Jun’s ears abruptly, making him gasp. He turned around and saw Masaki standing a few meters away, his naked body half-covered under his creased sheet. It was obvious that the other was nervous. Jun could see how he kept his fingers busy with the sheet, his eyes avoiding him.
He came closer, until he was standing right in front of him. “Honestly? No.”
He frowned when he saw the other’s reaction; surprise and confusion mixed-up together. It was obvious that it wasn’t the answer Masaki had been waiting.
“And if I ask you the same question?”
“J… Jun… I-” Masaki tried to answer when Jun raised his hand.
“If… I told you this was a one-time thing? Because I’m not the type to have relationships?” Jun took a deep breath before he met Masaki’s gaze. “Then, would you regret passing this night with me? Tell me. Honestly. Would you regret it?”
He felt a comb at his throat when he saw the hope turn into confusion before a flash of pain pass through Masaki’s eyes. The other had lowered his head. Jun was sure the other would turn and leave but didn’t. And what’s more, there was another surprise in line for him. He couldn’t help gasping when his neighbor denied it with his head.
“But it would hurt you?”
Masaki gulped as he raised his gaze to meet Jun’s. “It would. I’m not going to lie. But even like that, I don’t regret it. I knew I was taking a chance… even in my drunkenness… I knew it and decided to take a risk. For once in my life, I decided to dare… Now, I can tell why you were showing those confusing signals. You like me but not enough to make you change your-”
“It wasn’t a one-night stand for me.” Jun cut him off, surprising them both. “The same way it wasn’t simply sex,” he whispered, lowering his head. “My bedroom is my most private place; therefore, sacred for me. No one has ever slept in these sheets. No one but me… and now… you. I kept staring at you, you know… You were so beautiful and I realized I wanted to snuggle with you, to be there, hold you in my arms… you made me want something I had decided I didn’t need.”
“I-”
“I don’t say that I’m ok with it. I mean I’m… afraid…confused with this… us… but also cannot ignore the fact that I can’t run away from it.” Jun took a deep breath. “What do you say you take a quick shower and then come to the kitchen? I’ll prepare us breakfast and then… maybe, we can talk… and see… I don’t-”
It was now Masaki’s turn to cut Jun off. “It’s ok. I’ll go and grab my clothes and-”
“I meant in my bathroom.”
“Oh.”
Jun came closer and wrapped his arms around Masaki’s waist. “You slept in my bed. Whoever sleeps in my bed, takes a bath in my bathroom.” Jun smirked seeing Masaki’s cheeks flush a bit. “Don’t be shy now. Last night, you were nothing but shy…” he whispered on his new lover’s lips. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Ok,” Masaki whispered back.
He could only smile when he saw Masaki’s slim silhouette disappearing towards the bedroom. A few minutes later, Jun had put some butter on the frying pan and was chopping the fresh onion for the omelet, he was about to prepare, when he heard the water falling. Strangely, he wasn’t feeling sweaty or hot anymore. As the realization hit him, his smile turned even wider. Maybe there wasn’t a reason for him to worry this much…
TO BE CONTINUED…
A.N. Sooo minna here’s the next chapter! ^_^ It’s almost entirely the smexy night, Junba passed together (which I hope it turned out like that xP), and some of Jun’s thoughts after. He feels confused and admits that he’s afraid but I think he can no longer hide the truth from either himself or Masaki. They need to talk and I’m sure they’ll figure the way to work things out! ;)
My dear, Medium-chan, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I added many extra things! ;D
I wish you all Happy New Year! May all your wishes come true! ^_^
I really hope you enjoyed it and as always, all the comments are <333!!!
See you soon,
Andy ^_^
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