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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Arashi_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Aiba_Masaki/Matsumoto_Jun
  Character:
      Aiba_Masaki, Matsumoto_Jun
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-24 Words: 3646
****** Unsexy ******
by tangiblewhimsy
Summary
     Murphy's law is an adage or epigram that is typically stated as:
     "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong". [Wikipedia]
"Wait. Ah, wait, wait!" Jun hissed, pulling away from Aiba’s face to glare down
at their waists.
Their buckles clashed, metal spears and hooks catching on holes and shirts. A
mad scrabble and they were untangled soon enough, both boys shucking off their
jeans and hurriedly returning anxious hands to bodies.
"There," Aiba breathed, attempting to resume kissing since he’d fixed The
Problem. Only Jun wasn't looking up yet and his lips met the bridge of the
boy's nose.
Jun grunted and Aiba giggled, aiming better with his second attempt and making
up for the mistake with languid drags of his tongue. Jun tried to keep
frowning, but as Aiba tilted his head and slowed down the littlest bit he
sighed into the kiss and allowed himself to be directed backwards to the bed
Although as Jun realized they were passing the bathroom, he gave a distracted
mumble.
"Mgnn," he attempted to articulate as Aiba continued to press forward.
"Mnn?" Aiba returned, his grin breaking their kiss as he gave another giggle,
one of his roving hands giving the curve of Jun's ass a squeeze through his
shorts.
"Mng! Absolutely not," Jun gasped, using a great deal of the strength that was
hidden in his wiry teenage arms to push them back in the right direction. "Go,"
he breathed between more short kisses, trying to ignore how Aiba's utter
confusion was both adorable and inappropriately sexy. "I mean it, take a
shower."
With a shove that was little more than an aggressive nudge, Jun managed to
disentangle himself enough to get almost a foot of space between them. Aiba
pouted at Jun, but the expression lasted all of two seconds before he was
smiling again, lips swollen from kissing and cheeks bright pink from flush. It
was enough to almost make Jun cave and forgo proper hygiene, just this once.
Almost.
Giving Jun another quick peck, Aiba nodded "Okay," before dragging himself away
and turning so fast he actually slammed his shoulder into the doorjamb as he
rushed into the bathroom.
Jun chose to ignore Aiba's loud "OW!" in favor of pretending he was attracted
to someone with some form of grace. But then, he supposed if that were true, it
would mean he'd be doing this with someone other than Aiba. Which, now that he
was alone in his bedroom to realize it, Jun had to admit this was not something
he'd ever thought would happen.
But it was happening. Aiba was here and getting naked to get into a shower
before they both got into bed. The spray from the shower sounded from the
bathroom and Jun turned to look around his room in a sudden panic. Aiba wasn't
sophisticated or judging, but Jun's room was a complete mess. He hadn't
anticipated... And if he had, he wouldn't have brought Aiba here.
Still in his socks, shirt and underwear, Jun rushed around his room trying to
shove things into some semblance of order. The least he could do was make sure
that there was nothing to trip over on the floor and that the bed wasn't hiding
anything stupid like comics or crumbs. Jun thought about the sensation of
having Aiba on top of him but being too distracted to enjoy it because of some
kind of granulated debris was sticking to his ass between the sheets. The very
image inspired in Jun a new policy never to eat in his room again.
Jun was so preoccupied with his rabid tidying that he didn't hear the bathroom
door open behind him. When Aiba came up from behind and pressed his wet body
along the line of Jun's back he didn't get a chance to wrap his arms around the
younger boy completely before Jun gave a panicked flail and elbowed Aiba in the
ribs as he turned around.
"You scared me!" Jun almost yelled as he turned and gave Aiba a slap on the arm
for good measure. Although as his momentary panic faded, Jun pulled Aiba back
to him and gave the boy a kiss.
It wasn't an apology, but Aiba accepted it with a muffled, "That's okay."
Jun let Aiba continue to kiss him, relaxing enough to let the older boy pull
him in close. Aiba smelled like water and soap and sweat, his body still
radiating heat from his shower. It seeped through Jun's clothing, making him
shiver as a damp hand slid under his shirt and pressed against his lower back.
This brought his stomach flush with Aiba's and Jun groaned as he felt evidence
of Aiba's impatience press against his thigh through the boy's towel.
"Hurry," Aiba said, now whispering, his voice low and private. Words spoken
just between the two of them.
Nodding dumbly, Jun remained rooted in place for several moments before his
brain finally reconnected with his body. Heat flushed across his face and down
his chest, straight to his own crotch as he finally broke eye contact and
slipped from Aiba's hold. He sped the few feet it took to get to the bathroom
door, closing it with a distinct snap before finally pausing to take a breath.
Turning the water back on, Jun finished undressing himself quickly. He kicked
both his and Aiba's clothes into a corner of the bathroom behind the door,
reasoning that at least there they wouldn't get wet. As he stepped into the
shower with his socks still on, however, Jun swore colorfully before climbing
back out of the spray.
Sitting on the toilet to peel the wet socks from his feet, Jun paused to run a
hand through his hair. He never thought he'd be so nervous about this moment in
his life. He knew the mechanics of sex, how it was supposed to work. He knew,
in theory, what they were supposed to do. In theory none of it had really
seemed like such a big deal. But here he was faced with the reality and Jun
couldn't help feeling completely young and unprepared.
What if it wasn't great? What if it wasn't even good? What if he wasn't any
good? Was he making a mistake?
Although the last question was easy enough to answer. All Jun had to do was
think about the way Aiba had looked at him, had kissed him, had been holding
him right before he'd entered the bathroom. None of that felt like a mistake
and although Jun was nervous he realized he wasn't actually afraid. The thought
was sobering and comforting enough that it allowed him to calm down and finally
step into the shower (this time completely naked).
Jun was quick but he was thorough. He wasn't sure how far they were going to
go, what they were going to do, but he wasn't going to be caught in any
embarrassing situations. Jun liked to think of himself as a cleanly person in
general, but he knew that this afternoon he was paying closer attention to
certain parts of his body than he ever had before in his life. When he was
satisfied that he wouldn't be humiliated by his body, Jun finally turned off
the water and stepped out.
"Are you reading my homework?" Jun asked, so surprised by what he was looking
at that he stood in the doorway of the bathroom dripping on the carpet.
Aiba hummed distractedly before looking up from the handwritten paper he'd been
going over. Grinning, he bent down to return the paper to Jun's backpack.
"I was looking for condoms and got distracted," Aiba admitted and Jun couldn't
help both admiring and being a little annoyed at how casual his friend could be
when saying such things. "I have some if you don't."
"I have condoms," Jun answered more tersely than he'd meant, cheeks flaring as
he realized he was letting himself get flustered again. Aiba merely smiled.
Marching over to his bed, Jun dropped down on the mattress beside Aiba and
turned to his nightstand where in the bottom drawer under a stack of old
magazines that clearly hadn't been touched in years he kept a nondescript tin
box with faded paint along the top. Resting the box on his knee, Jun flipped
the lid open to reveal his completely unused cache of supplies. Although as he
looked into the box Jun realized that they didn't exactly need anything from
inside it right this second. Closing it up again, he shoved it onto the corner
of his nightstand.
As he was coming back to his proper seat, Jun was going to turn to try and say
something to Aiba (or maybe kiss him again, because they had been doing that so
well before the showers) when suddenly something collided with his temple and
Jun felt a crack of pain along his face.
"FUCK!" he swore, reaching up to rub at his forehead. Turning to see what had
assaulted him, Jun saw Aiba was holding his head similarly and doubled over,
face turning beat red as he tried not to laugh.
"You are so dumb!" Jun tried to chastise, but his words had no force behind
them as Aiba's giggles infected him and Jun bent down to touch Aiba's shoulder.
"You didn't seriously damage yourself, right?"
Aiba shook his head, sputtering another set of giggles as he managed to look
Jun in the face. Reaching out, Aiba touched Jun's hairline gently, testing to
see if it was tender before leaning forward.
"I was trying to do this," he said before sealing his lips over Jun's. Jun
didn't even care that it wasn't even a proper kiss because Aiba started
laughing again right in the middle because what it lacked in technique it made
up for in sentiment.
Sighing, Jun closed his eyes and relaxed as they started to pick up where
they'd left off. The kisses were slower this time but no less heated. Jun edged
his way closer to Aiba as more tongue was added to the mix, shivering as he
felt one of Aiba's warm hands rest on his knee. Jun was so engaged by what was
going on with their mouths that he almost didn't notice when Aiba's hand
started to migrate up his thigh.
Almost.
"Let's get under the sheets," Jun said as he broke a kiss abruptly. Frowning
deeply, he hated himself more than a little for seeming like he was being a
chicken. Reaching out, his own hand found Aiba's side before trailing slowly
down the length of his waist. He was encouraged when he felt a familiar shiver
echoed on Aiba's skin.
"Okay," Aiba nodded, eyes dark as he still smiled calmly.
Aiba stood, letting Jun pull back the sheets. He dropped his own towel, robbing
Jun of his own before pulling the boy into a hug and purposefully toppling them
onto the bed. They bounced and Jun shrieked in a completely unmanly fashion,
clinging to Aiba desperately.
"Part of me thinks you don't want me to survive this!" Jun growled, but he was
honestly just grateful they hadn't broken anything (person or property alike).
It took some squirming before they were both situated under the blankets and
the sheets but soon enough they were there. Two bodies together in a single
person bed and if Jun had been having trouble keeping motivated before, all of
his concerns seemed to disappear as he finally felt the length of Aiba's body
against him.
They stopped using words after that. They kissed more, nuzzling and stroking
and grinding. Jun's back arched as Aiba finally took him in hand, stroking
firmly. He'd never thought about what it'd be like to have another person's
fingers curled around his shaft before, and just the knowledge that it was Aiba
had Jun moaning. It wasn't long before Jun's hands began to roam as well.
Jun took his time to find the places that made Aiba's breath hitch. At first he
had been content to bask in the boy's attention and affection, but Jun didn't
have it in him to lie back and do nothing. He knew Aiba was ticklish, but he
discovered it in different ways. Jun traced his fingers over the line of Aiba's
hip, a spot that for some reason caused his left leg to tremble the littlest
bit. If Jun pressed up against Aiba's stomach or if his hands brushed just
around Aiba's navel his breath would catch and Jun could feel the way his
stomach muscles jumped under his touch. And if he touched Aiba's cock the boy's
eyelashes would shiver and his mouth would drop open in a wordless 'o' that set
Jun's blood on fire. After a period of mutual teasing, Aiba finally gave a more
serious grunt, grabbing Jun's right wrist and guiding his hand back to a safe
place before breathing out in a more relaxed chuckle.
Jun felt a surge of heat straight to his cock as he suddenly realized that he
was turning Aiba on just as much as he was being turned on. The knowledge
filled him with no small amount of glee and pride.
The moment of smugness passed when finally Aiba began to nudge Jun's legs
further apart, however. Aiba looked down at Jun and for a moment he thought his
friend was going to say something. Instead, Aiba leaned forward and pressed a
gentle, warm kiss to the center of his chest. Jun's grip tightened on Aiba's
shoulder and in his sheets, his heartbeat slowing to count the seconds Aiba's
lips lingered on his skin.
Preparation was unpleasant. Jun had read about it, he'd read about ways to make
it less unpleasant, he'd even tried to experiment himself once before but
nothing really prepared him. He couldn't help squirming a bit, doing his best
to relax but tensing up just the same. At one point he had to grab Aiba's wrist
and tell him to slow down. Aiba had apologized, nodding several times as he
licked his lips and appeared to concentrate even harder on the task at hand. It
was so weird to see Aiba so focused, embarrassing, even. But after enduring the
cold, slippery sensation and the tightness and the stretching they finally
moved on.
"Ahhh!" Jun whimpered, face paling as Aiba initially pressed forward. Above him
Aiba paused dutifully, waiting until Jun recovered. Swallowing hard, Jun took a
deep breath and nodded for Aiba to start again.
It happened a few times, and Jun was starting to get frustrated with himself
and embarrassed. He'd come this far, he wasn't about to stop them now! Although
as he was trying to berate himself into being less of a wimp, Aiba lowered his
weight onto Jun's body, wrapping his arms around him gently.
"Relax, MatsuJun," Aiba fairly purred against his jaw, pressing a kiss to the
corner of Jun's mouth.
"I'm trying," Jun snapped, frustration finally making its way into his voice.
Although as Aiba continued to pet, nuzzle, and hug him, Jun had to admit that
it was a lot more effective than simply getting down on himself for being young
and dumb.
"Just relax," Aiba murmured again, slipping an arm under Jun's hips to lift
them before trying to press forward again.
Jun's head tipped back as he groaned loudly, voice breaking at the end as Aiba
finally entered his body in one smooth motion.
He was grateful that Aiba didn't move at first. Soon enough the tightness in
his muscles began to release and Jun felt himself easing back against his
sheets. He did feel a million times hotter than when they had started, however,
and was distinctly aware of the unpleasant sensation of sweat starting to
accumulate behind his knees.
Jun would have liked to have moved with Aiba, but he just couldn't. He was
adjusting to so much and it was so much effort just to keep himself calm and
relaxed enough for things not to hurt that he didn't have anything left to
focus on rocking up into Aiba's thrusts. Aiba, however, did not seemed bothered
by doing most of the work. He stayed close to Jun's body, mostly rocking
instead of thrusting as he started to build at rhythm.
Jun reached down to hold his legs behind his thighs, giving them both more
freedom to move. Although as Aiba's pace began to increase, Jun grunted and
then winced as he became increasingly aware of a discomfort.
"Ow," he grunted to himself distractedly as his left hip felt pinched. And then
more loudly, "Ow. OW! Stop, stop, stop!"
Aiba puffed hot air down on Jun's face (which smelled of meat and was gross,
but was also the least of Jun's concerns) as he looked down at Jun with clear
concern.
"Cramp!" Jun puffed, gasping as he tried to straighten his left leg only to be
answered with another, sharper pain and the realization that his legs were
trapped in his bedding.
Relieved that it wasn't something he'd done, Aiba pulled out of Jun's body
immediately (earning him another unhappy grunt from the boy below him, but he
chose to ignore that). Sitting up, Aiba reached down and dragged Jun's leg up
and free of the blankets and sheets. Supporting his leg under the knee, Aiba
reached down and started massaging at Jun's thigh.
"Here?" he asked, trying to figure out how to help best.
Jun was actually horrified when Aiba set about trying to immediately fix the
problem. Jun's solution was just going to be wait for it to pass and continue.
Aiba's fingers found the right spot, however, and Jun gave a strangled half-
growl as his leg twinged. Rubbing his thigh sympathetically, Aiba released
Jun's leg with the intention of letting it fall gently to the side.
Unfortunately he'd dropped it with a bit less care than he'd thought and
suddenly there was a thud as Jun's knee hit the wall. Then, as Jun swore and
tried to roll over onto his side, the same knee managed to hit the side of his
bed.
Aiba slapped a hand over his mouth as he started to laugh so hard his stomach
hurt.
"God is trying to tell me something," Jun moaned, trying to hide his own grin
in his pillows while reaching out blindly to slap the nearest part of Aiba he
could reach (which happened to be his side).
Really, just... Their luck. Jun had been despairing about it, and to an extent
still was, but now they had gone beyond awful to the point of just being
ridiculous. He knew that Aiba wasn't laughing at him and he knew he wasn't even
really that upset, but Jun couldn't help it when his labored breathing and
half-giggles started to turn into tears.
"Oh, Jun..." Aiba said, immediately sliding down into bed and curling around
his back. His smile turned sympathetic as he reached up a clean hand to pull
back some of Jun's hair from his face.
"Why does this have to be so hard?" Jun asked, laughing a little hysterically
even through his tears.
Aiba had been stroking Jun's chest and stomach soothingly, actually doing a
great job of calming him down. As Jun's sniffled became more subdued hiccups
with his question, Aiba let his hand travel lower and gave Jun's cock a playful
squeeze.
"If it wasn't I'd think we were doing it wrong," he teased, giggling against
the nape of Jun's neck. Jun giggled in spite of himself, giving a half-hearted
swat at Aiba's hand.
Aiba's grip loosened, but he kept his hand on Jun's length. He rubbed at Jun
gently, massaging with a firm, warm hand that was perfectly balanced by sweet
kisses being pressed to Jun's shoulder, neck and ear. Jun shivered again, his
breathing stuttering as Aiba's thumb began circling the head of his cock and he
had to cough as the crying was pushed aside by arousal.
"Masaki," Jun sighed, tipping his head back to rest against Aiba's shoulder as
he reached down to touch Aiba's hand. "Careful, I—"
Jun gasped as Aiba's mouth was suddenly hot and wet against his neck. He moaned
loudly, gripping at Aiba's wrist with one hand and his sheets with the other.
Between his thighs he felt Aiba's own length rocking against his body. Caught
in an assault from Aiba's tongue and his hands and his body, Jun squeezed his
eyes shut and did his best to hold on.
Despite his valiant efforts, Jun came rather quickly. He grunted, then groaned
loud, long and low. His entire body felt hot and tight and while it wasn't the
best orgasm he'd ever had it was one of the most draining. Once Jun was
finished, Aiba released his softening cock and pressed gently on his hip as he
continued to rock and thrust between Jun's thighs. He couldn't really feel it,
but Jun knew when Aiba came because he made a strange crying sound through his
nose as he pressed his mouth to Jun's shoulder.
For a long time neither of them said anything. Jun actually wondered if Aiba
had fallen asleep behind him and whether or not he should give in to the urge
to do the same. Understandably, he was surprised when Aiba finally spoke
against his neck.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his volume making Jun think that maybe Aiba
wondered if he'd fallen asleep instead.
Jun smiled at the question. It was sweet in a way only Aiba would think to be.
Most guys might care, but they wouldn't ask. They were never that forward. Aiba
was good at not paying attention to those kinds of rules, though.
"Of course, don't be dumb," Jun mumbled back, barely managing to tap Aiba's
hand. Rather than let it slide back to its original position, however, Jun
laced their fingers together and held on.
Aiba squeezed Jun's hand, burrowing his nose into the back of Jun's neck.
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