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Part 5
“Damn it!” Masaki cursed under his breath when he realized he hadn’t asked for a towel beforehand. He was standing in the shower booth wet and naked not knowing what to do. He slid the door open just to find a black bathrobe. Jun’s bathrobe. There was no way he would wear it… It was too much. First of all, the other might not want to. It wasn’t unusual for people not to be keen on sharing their bathrobes or towels even if they had slept together. That was the case of his former boyfriend. And secondly, that would mean a lot and Masaki wasn’t so sure if they were ready for a third acknowledge in sequence.
“That’s… quite the view, I must say…”
Jun’s voice drafted him abruptly away from his thoughts, his eyes goggling when he noticed that the shower door was still open and he was standing stark naked in front of the other who was resting his body against the door, not ashamed to take him in from head to toe with such intensity as if he was trying to memorize every inch of his body. Shyness filled Masaki, suddenly feeling too exposed, and hurried to slide the door back close allowing its fogged surface to cover his nakedness. His ears caught the hint of a chuckle. Was Jun enjoying this? He was frowning when the other opened the shower door, his hand immediately finding Masaki’s chin pulling it up so that their gazes could meet.
“Why so shy now, Masaki? Yesterday, you were so forward… You put on a show for me… a great show actually…” Jun’s voice turned lower, more seductive as he pronounced the last words. “I was mesmerized by your boldness. You demanded my attention and you had it. Besides… I have seen you naked…” his hands moved on the crook of Masaki’s neck trailing down the dark spots he had left there a few hours ago. “It’s my mouth that has left those marks on you… It’s me who has tasted all of you…” Masaki gulped, his cheeks burning. “So, why are you this shy right now?”
“It’s just that… I don’t know… I have never been… like… well that… and… I don’t… don’t know where… we’re standing-”
“We’re standing in my bathroom. You naked… and so deliciously seductive… which makes it a crucial point.” Jun leaned closer, his hot breath landing on Masaki’s ear causing him to tremble and not because he remained naked and wet. “Believe me, Masaki… If I stay here another minute, you won’t be asking me questions. You will be trying to hold onto the tiles, your mind incapable of making any rational thoughts… The only thing that will come to your mouth will be my name… in that low and needy tone that I loved so much last night…” He moved backwards a teasing smile on his lips. “But I won’t…” his voice turned back into its normal tone. “As much as I want it… We still need to talk.”
Masaki gulped again. Jun knew no personal space and this closeness had already its effect. “Jun…” The name was spoken in a much more trembling voice than he wished.
“I thought you’d need a clean towel,” the other said as he headed to the small cupboard there was at the other side of the bathroom. He took out a purple towel and came back, unfolding it and throwing it carefully around Masaki’s shoulders. “I have chosen some clean clothes and a brand-new pair of briefs for you. You can find them in my bedroom.”
“But-”
Jun hushed him with a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. Breakfast is ready.”
Masaki managed to give a small nod. He only let out a deep sigh when the bathroom door closed leaving him alone. It felt as if he was able to breathe again. He dried himself hurriedly and was about to get out of the bathroom when he caught with the corner of his eye his idol in the mirror. The previous night’s outcome was way different from what he had first hoped for. He also knew well that he held an equal portion of responsibility for this outcome but he didn’t regret it. He had been honest before, when Jun had asked him. His face was flushed, his torso had several dark spots that made his heartbeat rise at the thought of them being his marks but his eyes reflected a liveness he hadn’t seen in a while. He felt sore but in the same time relaxed; worried and in the same time enthusiastic.
Ten minutes later, he was entering in the kitchen. The other had his back on him, apparently oblivious of his presence. The scent of freshly cooked omelet and bacon was intense, causing his stomach to gurgle.
“Someone’s hungry!”
“I didn’t eat much yesterday.”
Jun turned around, his lips curved into a teasing smirk. “And yet you committed yourself to activities that burn high amounts of calories!” Masaki’s stomach gurgled again causing Jun to chuckle. “Well, at least, I’m happy to know that I’m responsible for the loss of those calories!”
“Jun!”
“What’s with that face? It was you the one who made me insatiable…! It’s not my fault!”
Masaki hid his face in his hands. He wasn’t a prude but certainly wasn’t the man he had become yesterday. “Hey…” Masaki felt a shudder down his spine when he realized the other was standing close, a bit too close he realized when he felt Jun’s hot breath falling on his ear. “Sorry, I like to tease you! You look too cute when you’re embarrassed! But I can see behind these flushed cheeks of yours… I know you’re secretly enjoying this!”
Masaki’s heart was thumping in his chest. He could swear this time his ears had joined his cheeks in redness. He heard a soft chuckle. “Alright! I stop!” A light peck landed on his left cheek. “Now, we better eat before everything turns cold!”
Masaki nodded, his lips curving into a shy smile. The other was unexpectedly sweet… more than he could have dared to imagine. When he had found him looking so skeptical this morning, he was sure that he’d ask him to leave. Yet not only wasn’t he sent home but was also continuously teased by the other.
They started eating in a comfortable silence that gave off vibes of a couple that had been together for a long time. He threw a glance at Jun who was at the moment drinking his coffee.
“What?”
“No- nothing…” Masaki hurried to drink some of his to avoid to answer. His voice betraying his sudden uneasiness.
“Did I push it too much asking you to stay for breakfast? I thought-”
“No! It’s… not that…” Masaki cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s just that I thought it was…”
“Cozy? Between us, I mean.”
“Yes.”
Masaki was surprised to see the other smiling widely. “Never expected either but it’s somehow reassuring.”
“Reassuring?”
“For me,” Jun whispered in an almost inaudible voice.
“Oh… yeah…” Masaki lowered his head, a small frown appearing on his forehead. Jun had told him that he wasn’t the relationship kind of guy. He had told him that they needed to talk. Maybe it was him that was pushing things, even if he did it without really wanting to. His heart skipped a beat when he felt Jun’s hand cupping his.
“Don’t overthink. Just eat and then we’ll talk. Ok?”
“Yes…” Masaki replied, his head still hanging low.
“Masaki? Look at me…”
When Masaki finally did so was met with a warm smile. “We’re standing on the same ground. This… now… is quite a proof of that… I just need to be honest with you. You deserve it and I need it. I need you to know. We need it in order to make this work.”
“I understand, Jun,” Masaki whispered in reply. He meant it.
“So, what on a rank of five how much do you rate my breakfast skills?”
Masaki blinked with surprise. He could tell the other was trying to lighten the atmosphere up. “Five.”
“Flatterer!”
“No,” Masaki insisted in a calm tone. “Simply honest.”
Jun leaned closer, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “And my bed skills? How much do you rate them?”
Masaki took a deep breath, deciding to play along. He had noticed how awkward the previous minutes had been and didn’t want that. “Out of five?” he asked, his gaze locked on Jun. The other gave only a nod, his lips curved in a smirk. “Hmm… I don’t know… Maybe… Three?”
“What?!”
Masaki smirked back. “I was quite drunk. I can’t rate objectively unless I’m completely sober.”
Jun had narrowed his eyes before he let out a loud short laugh. “You’re learning how to play the game I see…!”
“I’m a quick learner! And I have the best teacher! He’s been giving me private lessons since I woke up this morning!”
Masaki said nothing when Jun, once they finished breakfast, refilled his cup with coffee and silently followed him to the living room. He sat on the sofa waiting for the other to speak. He could feel his heartbeat rising dangerously fast. Now, it was when the masks would fall and the truth would be unveiled. Certainly, he was someone who wanted to know where he was standing, someone who was always in doubt, afraid of rejection but had to calm down. He had taken the risk and so far, everything was great. The other was only sending positive vibes. He hadn’t thrown him away, had offered him his bathroom and clothes, kept teasing him, even been sweet at times. Maybe he had nothing to worry about.
“Masaki, may I speak first?” Jun asked in the most serious tone, Masaki had ever heard.
“Of course, Jun. I’m listening.”
He saw from the corner of his eye the other sitting across him on an armchair, his eyes avoiding to meet him.
“Well… The truth is that I like you. A lot. From the first time we met in the elevator. I was taken away from your looks. What took me by surprise was the fact that you’re oblivious of them. I mean… ok… you may recognize that you are handsome but that you’re killer sexy?! I doubt it. I could see it in your eyes. But you were wearing a suit. That was a blow for me… I had made a promise to myself. Never fall for a white collar.”
Masaki frowned. “Did… someone betray you? Hurt you?”
Jun sipped some of his coffee, not answering for a few seconds, as if he was debating with himself whether he should reply or not. “Yes,” he finally admitted with his head hanging low, his eyes on his lap. “I’ve never revealed that… not even to my friends… perhaps not even to myself; at least, out loud. But yes.”
“It’s ok… You don’t have to-”
“I owe you an explanation after I’ve treated you like a jerk.”
“Jun, please, you don’t-” Masaki never had the chance to finish his words.
“It happened a long time ago,” Jun cut him off. “I was practically a kid. Even if I was eighteen. He was the first guy I fell for… He was older, around twenty-six. I believed in him and gave him everything. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first time. I felt I could conquer the world. A little after we were together, I started preparing intensively for the National Dance Academy. Till then, I hadn’t told him I was a dancer, neither that my goal was to become a pro. He’d never asked me.” A bitter chuckle was heard. “Yes! I was that naïve! Anyway, I had no money so I needed their scholarship. But that meant hours and hours of practice… so less time for dates… or more correctly call dates… The final blow came when I asked him to come to my audition. He limited himself to a text explaining that he had no time for stupid dreamers when he was trying to earn money with a real job. When I called him back to ask him why he was saying such things, he more or less accused me that I had chosen a direction not something much different from a whore…”
“WHAT?!” Masaki couldn’t believe his ears.
“It was my fault… I was too deep in him to see he was nothing more than a scumbag… Anyway, his words… discriminating his ‘world’ from mine, in other words, calling myself and my life choices as wrong and low made me angry. His rejection made me angry… I was young and-”
Masaki hurried to reassure him. “I can understand why you reacted like that. I’d probably have the same way, as well.”
Jun chose not to comment on that and continued. “Since then, I swore to never be in a relationship. Not because of the others, but because of myself. I didn’t want to experience something like that. I felt… used… and that hurt. It almost cost me my scholarship. I had been too lost in my thoughts, too unfocused for many months after our break-up. So, I decided to never fall for a guy who has his life in certain boxes… who follows a daily program… whose world would be that different from mine, because he could never understand me. I decided to focus on my biggest love; dance… and have fun… one-night stands have been my thing ever since. No obligations; no feelings; above all, no hurt. But then… when you appeared in front of my door with that fluffy sweater to offer me that sweet… I just couldn’t get you out of my head. I tried to but failed. Miserably. I had a constant fight in me. My mind vs my heart. I tried to ignore it but then, I’d see you, even if it was for mere seconds and you would take my breath away. It was the reason I was behaving like a total shit to you.”
Masaki lowered his head not knowing what to say at the moment. He could distinguish the guilt in Jun’s voice and didn’t like it.
“And then… I saw you at the gym.”
Masaki looked up at Jun surprised. “You… did?”
Jun bit his lower lip, more guilt on his face. “I did… And I kept staring…” He cleared his throat. “I tried to convince myself it was only physical… lust… but then, we went jogging. I felt guilty when I saw you panting. I felt my cheeks grow hotter when you gave me to drink the rest of the water. When we came back and mentioned the party, my heart skipped a beat when you told me with that mesmerizing smile of yours that you looked forward to it. I found myself going for shopping. For you. I wanted to look good for you. When you appeared in front of my door, I swear I almost dropped the food I was caring. But I was still stuck in that stupid battle of mine… and you made weak. It was the reason why I was avoiding you, last night. When you accused me of being a jerk, it crushed my heart. I couldn’t deny it anymore.”
“I’ve fallen in love with you, Aiba Masaki. Probably, from the first time my eyes fell on you. Feeling you, your body was nothing like the short moments of release I felt with my previous… night escapades. I brought you to my bed. I wanted you to be in my sheets. I liked the way you looked there. It didn’t bring the uneasiness I feared of. On the contrary, it made me smile… just the image of you sleeping in my bed, made me smile… Seeing you in my clothes, right now,” for the first time since he had started talking, Jun looked at Masaki. “it makes me smile. Preparing breakfast for you, it did make me smile, damn it!”
“Jun…”
“I’m afraid… a part of me is… It’s been too long I had that mindset. But I’m willing to try… because it’s been a while I’ve smiled. I’ve never been that at ease with anyone. I’m not even a morning person… yet with you… I wanted to tease you… to make you blush… to… simply be with you… despite the fact that you have to go to work every morning and wear a suit.”
“Jun…”
“Have I sounded too childish for you? Nino says I am for… preferring one-night stands…”
Masaki placed the cup on the small table in front of him and walked till the armchair. He knelt on the floor right in front of Jun, his hands cupping the dancer’s cheeks. “No. You didn’t. No one has the right to judge someone because he feels a certain way. Something that is important to me, might be of no importance for someone else and vice versa. What I appreciate is your honesty. My one and only ex wasn’t someone who was really into me. We didn’t match. I wanted other things and he wanted other. I’m quite insecure as a person… more on the passive side rather than the energetic one. What you saw yesterday wasn’t the typical me. But for once, I thought to give it a try, you know. To claim what I want for a change. Even if you sent me away today, I still wouldn’t regret it. I may have hurt but not regret it.”
“I-”
Masaki pressed his fingers on Jun’s lips hushing him. “I wanted you. I could tell something was troubling you, so I had accepted all possible scenarios. And then you didn’t send me away… and I felt that between us it was easy… perhaps too easy… as if we’ve known each other for a long time. When we were having breakfast earlier… It was what made me thoughtful for a moment. But above all, I knew I could trust you. You would be honest with me. And that, Jun, is the basis of a relationship no matter its type.”
Masaki was brought up onto Jun’s lap, smiling when he felt Jun’s arms securing around his waist.
“So, you agree that we try?”
Masaki nodded as he brought his hands around Jun’s neck. “I do, Jun. I want to try with you.”
“That means you’re my boyfriend, now, Mr. Aiba Masaki?”
“If you want me, Mr. Matsumoto Jun, I’d be happy to!”
Instead of an answer, Jun claimed Masaki’s lips leading him into a passionate yet meaningful kiss. It felt different from all the others they had shared during the night because this one held no worries, no questions and doubts. They broke it when they suddenly heard something similar to someone clearing their throat. To their surprise, in front of them there was Nino standing a few meters away with a smirk on his face.
“So, I guess, you lovebirds, finally worked things out?!”
Masaki was about to move but Jun’s grip tightened around his waist forbidding him from moving away.
“One. What are you doing here? And two. How the hell did you enter in my apartment?”
“Forgot that you gave me your second keys to make preparations for the party, you lover boy? And as for why I’m here, my Oh-chan forgot to take his phone last night. We had to leave in a hurry… You surpassed even my expectations!” Nino winked and flashed the two men a wide smile.
“Nino. You better take the fucking phone and get the hell out of my apartment. Oh! And before you open the door, do me a favor and leave the keys on the kitchen table. You have ten seconds!”
“Ok, ok. Got the message!”
In less than a minute, Nino was out of the picture leaving them once again alone. Masaki had still his gaze on the door when he felt Jun’s breath close to his ear.
“So, now that we’re alone what do you say we have a re-evaluation?” Masaki had to bite his lower lip to muffle a moan when he felt the tip of his ear being nibbled by his boyfriend.
“What… do you mean?” Masaki asked in a trembling voice, even if he knew what Jun was hinting.
“My boyfriend said something about having been a little drunk to have a clear image… I need to know how much his rank is.”
“Right… now?”
Masaki was made to meet Jun’s darkened-from-lust gaze. “I wasn’t lying in the bathroom earlier…”
“Jun…”
“And once we have that evaluation, we can have a shower, each one in his proper apartment-”
“In our proper apartments?”
“Yes, Masaki. So that we can meet for lunch. I want to take you out. If you take a shower here, you won’t be on your own, you won’t be able to take that shower and we won’t be able to leave.”
“Oh…” Masaki was out of breath. Jun was forward… It was as if he was now at the receiving side of boldness and he could admit it; he liked it.
“So?”
Masaki chose to answer the way Jun had done earlier. By kissing him the way he died for; hungrily. In a blink of the eye, he was brought up in the air and seconds later, thrown back on Jun’s bed, in the middle of the unmade sheets. When his boyfriend’s mouth came to find the older marks on the crook of his neck, Masaki closed his eyes and abandoned himself completely.
Jun had been right. They had to give it a try. Those sensations he was feeling at that moment were the proof that it was worth it.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Α.Ν. Sooo minna here’s part 5! ^_^ Jun revealed why he was behaving like that to Masaki while the latter told him what he was feeling about him and them as a couple. I added some teasing (and fluffy) moments just to show that they had nothing to worry about and that they could do it! :)
Of course, there would be a small Nino-moment! More in the next chapter from Jun’s POV which will be the last one – along with a small epilogue! :D
I really hope you enjoyed it and as always, your comments, even the shortest ones, are <333!!!
See you soon,
Andy ^_^
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