A piece of cheesecake for gomushroom (2/5)

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The first time Jun has heard of Sakurai Sho, it was during one of Nino’s birthday parties—held at Nino’s home—, when Nino was on the phone and half-drunk, giggling into a happy birthday phone call from someone he affectionately calls “Sho-yan”.

It didn’t stick to mind. But when Nino called him up years later about a “friend in trouble; you owe me, Jun-kun, for that time you wrote on my wall because you were so drunk you reverted back to a toddler”, Jun had an inkling he had heard the name somewhere before.

After a few complaints, some grumbling, and a lot of laughing on Nino’s part, Jun found himself agreeing to Nino’s odd proposal by the end of the call. He thought nothing on it; recommendations are a frequent occurrence in his line of work.

It was just another job in his life as an escort.

Sakurai Sho is not the typical rich client, however.

Jun is used to people with money. They flaunt what they’ve got, and since they’re the ones hiring someone’s services, they think they’ve completely bought that person. Jun allows that illusion to last as long as they don’t force him to do something that wasn’t discussed beforehand. It’s not up to him to modify the mindset of people regarding his job.

But Sakurai—Sho-san, as Jun refers to him now, he doesn’t have that air about him. There’s this nagging feeling at the back of Jun’s mind that Sho might be a son of a rich business conglomerate and was born in wealth, but he can’t confirm it because he can’t see it in Sho.

Jun doesn’t know what to make of his present employer at the moment. He’s met Sho’s friends, including the soon-to-be-wedded Ohno-san—a short man with half-lidded eyes but also with a big smile when he saw Sho—and what Jun sees are people who are definitely Nino’s friends. He has drank enough beers and brandy with Nino to be able to tell what kind of people made up Nino’s clique, despite Nino being a famous person.

What Jun wants to find out is how Aiba-san and Ohno-san fit into Sakurai Sho’s circle of friends. Sho seems to get along well with them, if the introductions Sho made were anything to go by.

Jun definitely didn’t miss the way Ohno’s expression lit up at the sight of him, and how the man smiled at Aiba’s interjection that he’s Sho’s boyfriend.

“I’m glad Sho-kun thought of bringing you along,” Ohno says as they shake hands. “I was wondering if Haru-chan and I made the right decision of reserving a king-sized bed for Sho-kun, but with you here…”

Ohno trails off then smiles meaningfully at him.

Beside Jun, Sho doesn’t quite manage to keep it together.

Jun makes up for Sho’s slip by returning Ohno’s smile. “Thank you for looking out for us.” He punctuates that with a playful wink, something Ohno laughs at.

Ohno hands him the keycard to their room, directing his smile towards Sho. “I like him, Sho-kun. He seems to know exactly how to deal with you.”

“With me?” Sho repeats, sounding offended. “Where’s Haru-chan so I can say the same thing?”

“Trying on her dress with her bridesmaids,” Ohno says, shrugging. “She’ll be back late, so I guess you guys can just see her tomorrow? You had a long flight, anyway.”

“Are you dismissing us?” Sho asks, while Jun exchanges a parting nod with Ohno and makes his way to the elevators.

He spends a couple of seconds alone while Sho appears to be horrified by something Ohno said. Jun can’t hear it; he’s too far and there are American women chatting to his left, also waiting for the lifts.

When the elevator arrives, Jun calls for his boyfriend slash present client and beckons him over.

He doesn’t miss Ohno’s teasing smile and Sho’s blush as Sho hurries over.

“I can’t go inside the room without you,” Jun says, just to see how red can Sho’s cheeks turn out to be.

“You have the keycard, don’t you?” Sho says, but now the tips of his ears are reddening too, and it’s an adorable look on him.

“Yes, but there’s only one keycard.” Jun traps it between his fingers. “I suppose Ohno-san doesn’t want us to separate in any way.”

Sho sighs and rests his back against the nearest corner. “I’m sorry for Aiba-chan’s question earlier.”

Jun blinks in mock innocence. “Which one?”

Sho’s face goes blank and Jun laughs.

“I had a feeling he’d ask that,” Jun admits, watching the view outside as the elevator takes them up. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Aiba-chan asks that just to see me flustered,” Sho explains. “It makes him happy when I choke on my own spit, apparently.”

“Well, I can’t deny him his fun,” Jun says, turning his head once they reach their floor. “After you. It’s 703.”

Sho steps out without another word. Their trek to their room is short, and after Jun swipes the keycard, he and Sho enter the room in silence.

Jun inserts the keycard into the slot to turn on all the lights, and it’s then that Sho faces him.

Usually, when Jun reaches this point, it’d only take five minutes for clothes to come flying in all directions. That’s not an exaggeration; the people who can book Jun for such things are the ridiculously rich, and most were ridiculously impatient as well.

Not that it’s been a regular occurrence; it’s been a year and a half since a client booked Jun for sex. His other appointments merely wanted his company, and as it was in Nino’s case, his face.

“Matsumoto-san,” Sho begins, not quite looking at him.

Huh, Jun thinks, eyes narrowing. So he’s back to Matsumoto-san since it’s just the two of them. Somehow, he’s not surprised.

“I didn’t actually think we’d get this far,” Sho tells him, and this time, Jun frowns. “I mean, with the arrangement. I thought we’d get busted the moment I saw Aiba-chan. No offense.”

Is Sho trying to tell him that his performance wasn’t up to par? Jun would prefer it if he’d be direct about it. “Are you giving me critique, Sho-san?”

It’s Sho’s turn to be confused. “What? No! It’s not on you. Nino did tell me you’d know what to do, and you really did know what to do. I meant me. I’ve never done this before, and now we’re here, we actually made it this far, and there’s only one bed—”

Ah. So that’s what makes Sho so fidgety.

“Sho-san, if you don’t want to share the bed, just say the word. You’re still my client, and your comfort is my top priority here. There’s a couch if you want me to sleep there instead.”

Sho gives him an incredulous look. “I was going to offer the bed to you,” he says like he can’t figure out why Jun thought otherwise. In Jun’s defense, he’s only known Sakurai Sho for twelve hours and counting. “I can sleep on the couch. I…”

Jun waits, but Sho doesn’t continue his statement.

“Yes?” Jun prods, knowing there has to be a reason why the sleeping arrangement is a big deal for Sho. Surely Sho must have had the idea that if they made it this far, there would only be one bed? Aiba-san did ask the sex question.

“I snore,” Sho admits, looking sheepish. “And it’s not the kind you can tune out, I’ve been told.”

Jun didn’t expect that. He stares at Sho, looks at his embarrassed, almost anguished face for a while, and can’t help his laugh.

“I have just the thing,” Jun says. He always brings it in case his ears pop whenever he boards a plane. “I have ear plugs. Surely those will do the trick?”

Sho blinks, considers. “I don’t know. I don’t actually hear myself when I snore.”

“Of course not,” Jun says, walking past him to see the rest of the room. The couch is situated a few feet away from the bed, and to Jun, if Sho really snores as loudly as he claims, that distance isn’t enough to tune it out.

If he’s going to endure Sakurai Sho’s snores for a couple of weeks, he’ll suffer through it on a proper bed. He won’t settle for anything less.

But as a form of respect to his client, Jun faces Sho and inclines his head, gesturing to the bed.

“Left side or right?”

--

After settling down (Sho picks right, so Jun stays on the left side of the bed, close to the couch) and unloading some of their stuff—Jun sets his sleeping mask, phone charger, and case for his contacts and glasses on the nightstand on his side—Sho presents an itinerary to him, typed out neatly in the Notes of his phone.

“The bachelor party is at the end of the week,” Sho explains. Jun skims over the details, amused at the idea of Sho typing out the date, time, and location of said event. He’d make a fantastic planner or a tour guide with his strict schedule adherence. “And the wedding is on the week after. Satoshi-kun says we have to help out on some of the preparations, but he didn’t specify what. He also said we have to practice for a surprise number. I have no idea what he meant by that.”

“We’re dancing?” Jun clarifies.

Sho nods. “Do you charge extra for that?”

Jun waves his hand, chuckling. “No. I’m just asking because I never took you for a dancer.”

Sho’s nose scrunches. “I don’t dance, not really. Unless I’m really, really drunk or a friend asked it of me.”

Jun has a feeling he’d see both sides of Sho’s dancing before this arrangement ends, but he doesn’t say it. Instead he scrolls through the rest of Sho’s itinerary, half-listening to the man explaining.

It amazes him that Sho managed to squeeze in his sight-seeing plans. There are empty days in which Jun assumes that Sho has reserved for whatever his friends would ask him to do, but overall, it’s an informative note for someone like Jun, who often travels without plans.

Well, he’s here for work, but it’s not every day he has to work in Hawaii, so he somehow treats it like a vacation.

“I’m not going to ask you to accompany me all the time,” Sho says by the time Jun hands the phone back. “If you want to go shopping or kayak-ing, go ahead.”

Jun frowns. He’s not used to that much freedom whenever he’s with a client. He’s had clients who leave it all to him—date ideas, what movies they should watch, where could they go if they opt for a drive around the city. But still, he’s had rules to stick with.

Jun reminds himself that Sakurai Sho is someone who hasn’t hired an escort before. “You’re paying for all the hours I’d spend in your company, Sho-san. If you give me free time, what happens to the money we’ve agreed on for all those hours? My price was calculated to the total number of hours we’d be in Hawaii. That’s 336 hours, in case you’re wondering. And you already paid for half of it.”

“I guess that leaves…” Sho trails off, looking to his right and blinking repeatedly. “A hundred and sixty-eight hours?” He gives Jun this boyish grin, half-embarrassed and half-amused. It makes him look younger than his actual age.

“I can’t make edits to the billing statement,” Jun explains. “Not when it’s been sent to your email and you already paid for half of it. But I won’t charge you for the hours I’m going to spend alone. That would be unfair. Since you’re giving me time to myself, I’d deduct those from what I originally charged you and refund them.”

Sho seems surprised. “That’s very considerate of you.”

“I think you’re just used to Nino,” Jun jokes. “Lucky for you he’s not the one in this job.”

There’s a pause, and Jun barely hears the quiet “Lucky indeed” that spills out of Sho’s mouth.

He chooses not to comment on it.

--

The next morning, Jun wakes up to the curtains opened, Hawaiian sun shining right on his face.

“Good morning,” someone says cheerfully—Sho, when Jun’s mind has began waking itself up. “Satoshi-kun was kind enough to send us breakfast. But he says this is the last time. We’d have to eat outside for the rest of the days or order room service for ourselves.”

Jun sits up groggily, rubbing at his eyes. He reaches for his glasses, and when he puts them on, he catches Sho hurriedly looking away.

“Sho-san, I only got half of what you said,” Jun admits, hating how scratchy his voice is. This is one of the reasons why he raised his fee regarding sleeping with a client. He dislikes how out-of-sorts he appears in the mornings after.

Granted, he hasn’t slept with Sho in that way, but still. He must look so disheveled, hair in all directions.

“The bathroom’s all yours,” Sho says instead, and Jun thinks he saw a smile before Sho moves to grab their breakfast trolley. Not a tray, but a trolley. Jun stares at it, imagines Ohno-san ordering it for them. “Or would you like to have breakfast first?”

“I’ll be honest, Sho-san,” Jun says, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed. “I’m not very good with mornings.”

“Oh,” Sho says. “There’s coffee included in the trolley.”

Jun wants to sigh but he doesn’t have the mental faculties to do so yet. Nothing deters Sakurai Sho-the-morning-person, does it?

“I’ll have it black,” Jun relents, and he yawns through the rest of their breakfast.

Sho doesn’t try to engage him in conversation, but slowly, Jun’s waking up, and he’s discovering that his client is a big eater. Jun tries to keep up, not remembering what’s supposed to happen today despite seeing Sho’s itinerary the night before.

When they’re finished with breakfast, Jun opts for a shower. He spends a long time tweaking his hair, and when he’s done, he puts on his contacts.

Jun looks at the mirror and sees himself—the escort. With this look comes the confidence, and he’s starting to get back to his element. He heads out and finds Sho on the couch, bent over a newspaper. He’s obviously struggling to read it, mouthing the english words and squinting at some, but he looks up when Jun crosses the threshold.

“Aiba-chan wants us to help him with the bachelor party preparations,” Sho says. “He’s waiting at the lobby, and he says he’s going to take us to the bar to check out whatever he has in mind so far.”

Jun just nods, putting on a leather jacket, letting Sho lead the way. Sho clutches at the keycard tightly, and when they reach the elevator, he seems to hesitate.

Jun grants him the easy way out. “Keep it. We could take turns holding on to it.”

Sho only gives an acknowledging nod, nothing more. It’s evident that he’s still not accustomed to having Jun around, so Jun hopes Aiba-san wouldn’t be that perceptive. Between Aiba and Ohno, Jun is more worried about Aiba. Aiba gives him the Nino vibes, the same sharp intuition over things.

As soon as they reach the lobby, Aiba waves them over. There’s a pretty girl with him, and Jun thinks she might be Aiba’s girlfriend. She’s of the average height, her cheekbones prominent when she smiles, and her eyes bright.

Jun returns her smile, waits for Sho to do the introductions before he offers her his hand. “A pleasure, Shihori-san.”

Her laugh is as infectious as Aiba’s. She waves off the formality. “I’m not accompanying you to the bar. He’s just going to drop me off to the rink where I’m meeting Haru-chan and the others.”

“And you’re probably running late so shall we go?” Aiba says, leading them all out. The same car is waiting for them, and once settled inside, Jun listens to Aiba’s friendly chatter and Shihori’s teasing remarks. Jun doesn’t get to hang out with other couples often; he’s usually accompanying singles in one-time events.

They drop off Shihori, but Jun doesn’t miss that she pinches Aiba’s cheek before she gets off the car. Jun’s keeping an eye out for all kinds of PDA around him; he doesn’t want to overdo the acting and give them away. He needs for it to be just right—nothing more, nothing less.

Thirty minutes later, they’re tasting the liquor stocks of the bar while Aiba makes notes on his phone. It’s Aiba who volunteers Sho to be the taste tester, claiming Sho’s got a high tolerance for alcohol, but Jun’s perceptive enough to notice the look of distress Sho shot his way, so he partakes too.

“Will we order cocktails?” Sho asks, wincing at the burn of the vodka he just sampled. “This one’s stronger than the one I had before it.”

Aiba’s looking thoughtful, eyes serious. “Oh-chan loves cocktails. What do you think, Matsujun?”

“If you’re bringing out cocktails, better bring them out first. Then serve the hard liquor later, when people are tipsy. Or the other way around to allow everyone to cool down,” Jun says, picking up the shot glass Sho just used. He sees no point in drinking from another glass; they’re supposed to be a couple.

He makes sure he drinks at the spot touched by Sho’s lips earlier, and neither Sho nor Aiba missed what he did.

“This one,” he says, pertaining to the one he just had, “definitely falls under the hard liquor.”

“Something to give Oh-chan when he’s all red and just laughing at everything, then,” Aiba decides, smiling to himself as he types away on his phone.

Jun takes the liberty of pouring the next bottle, but he hands the glass to Sho when he’s done.

Sho attempts to take it, but Jun shakes his head once, tilting his chin.

There’s a terse moment of Sho hesitating, but Jun catches him sneaking a glance at Aiba before he lets his lips touch the edge of the glass, allowing Jun to tip the liquid into his mouth.

Another wince, and this time Jun snorts at Sho’s anguished face, at how he didn’t drink almost three-fourths of what Jun poured out for him

“Did you ask for all the hard stuff, Aiba-chan?” Sho asks, patting his own cheeks. “That one was really strong, I felt it rush to my head.”

Jun puts the glass under his nose, sniffing it. Whatever Aiba Masaki picked, he’s either gunning for a complete hangover on the following day or he just doesn’t want a sober guest.

He samples the drink and manages to finish all of it without wincing.

When he opens his eyes, Sho and Aiba are staring right at him.

“What you drank just now,” Aiba says, smirking, “was all of what Sho-chan just spat out.”

Sho has a glass of water against his lips now, his hand covering half of his face.

“That’s why it was so mild,” Jun says, quirking an eyebrow when Sho splutters and chokes on his water.

Aiba is laughing, reaching out to pat Sho on the back. “Because Sho-chan warmed it up for you?” Aiba wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Jun nods, not looking away from Sho’s face. “Yeah.”

Sho’s coughing now, teary-eyed. “Water shot up my nose,” he says, while Aiba just gives him a rather hard slap on the back, laughing all the while.

They sample the rest of what Aiba had in mind, offering suggestions on what should stay in the menu and what shouldn’t. Aiba diligently takes notes, or at least appears to, while Jun gives Sho one drink after another, not letting Sho hold the shot glass on his own.

Eventually Sho has to excuse himself to take a piss, leaving Jun with Aiba.

“Sho-chan can really hold his alcohol,” Aiba says, fingers still tapping on his phone. “It’s why I asked him to sample all of these. I’m really hoping he gets super drunk in the party; he becomes more entertaining and daring.”

“I’m sure he does,” Jun says.

“But hey, you’ll be there to keep Sho-chan in line in case he thinks of doing something really embarrassing.”

“Depends on how embarrassing it is.”

Aiba laughs, clapping his back. “I like you, Matsujun. You seem like a great sport. I wish Nino’s here as well. We could’ve had a good time laughing at poor Sho-chan.”

Jun smiles as a reply, pouring the next drink for himself. There’s still five more to go in Aiba’s list, and Jun wants them to wrap up early so he can see a Hawaiian sunset. “To Ohno-san and Haru-san,” he says, raising his glass in a toast before finishing the shot in one gulp.

“And may they be happy for the rest of their lives,” Aiba says, grinning wide when Jun gives him a thumbs up.

--

They thankfully don’t get inebriated in the middle of the afternoon, but Jun drinks a lot of water just in case. On the way back, Aiba gives them a quick overview of the plan, that Ohno will be taken to the bar blindfolded since it’s a surprise.

Aiba drops them off at the hotel before driving away, claiming Shihori would get angry at him if he’s late in picking her up. Jun’s considering to avail room service for dinner, especially after all the drinks they had. He wants to lie down for a bit.

To his surprise, Sho tugs him by the sleeve of his jacket. “I looked up the restaurant in this hotel, and they’ve got really good reviews.”

Jun looks around, finds that no one is paying attention to them. “Your friends aren’t around, Sho-san. No need for us to pretend when no one will see.”

“It’s a thank you dinner, Matsumoto-san,” Sho says, not quite meeting his eyes. “I know I’m not a good actor like Nino, but the reason we’re not discovered yet is that you got us through this afternoon.”

“It was just a bunch of drinks,” Jun insists. “No need to thank me for that.”

“But I want to. Aiba-chan may have asked really embarrassing questions, but I don’t think he’s suspecting yet. He’s focusing solely on Satoshi-kun, and that was my intention when I hired you. I need to thank you for that.”

Jun gives Sho one look, gauging his sincerity. “Really good reviews, you said.”

“Four and a half stars out of five, in fact.”

“You’re paying.”

“Of course.”

“Then lead the way,” Jun says, relenting. It’s a little difficult to refuse Sho when he has such a hopeful look on his face.

Sho does, and Jun is taken to a restaurant that serves Italian cuisine. Once seated with the menu covering half of their faces, Sho speaks up.

“Your profile says you cook.”

That piques Jun’s interest. Usually, his clients don’t bother to learn anything about him, asking him for details and not caring if they’re true or not. With each appointment, it’s as if Jun has the freedom to create a new character for himself.

Sho seems to want to know the real him and not the paid escort. It disorients Jun for a brief moment, but he recovers.

“Is that why you brought me here?” he asks, keeping his tone teasing and light.

“Nino said you made pasta for him once or twice.”

Jun’s eyebrow quirks. “You asked Nino?”

“I’m trying to thank you, Matsumoto-san,” Sho says, meeting his eyes across the table. “I wouldn’t want to give you a dinner you’d rather forget.”

To anyone else, it would appear that they’re on a date and are teasing each other back. None would be the wiser.

Jun decides to play along. “I did cook for him.”

“So you’re familiar with the stuff in the menu?” Sho asks, sounding hopeful.

“With some of them, yes,” Jun says, wondering what Sho’s getting at.

Sho closes his menu and gives him a serious look. “Order for me, then.”

“I’ve only known you for two days, Sho-san.”

“Two days gives you a lot already, Matsumoto-san, considering your job.” Sho gestures to the menu in Jun’s hands. “Order for me according to what you think I might like.”

Jun only has the breakfast from earlier to base his decision on. But he does have Nino’s answers that give him an idea or two. He has an inkling that whatever he picks will be suited to Sho’s palate.

“For a thank you dinner, you’re leaving too many things to me,” Jun says, but he calls the waiter over. He gives their order and asks for two glasses of wine. “I’m starting to think there’s something you want to know.”

“I do want to get to know you better, Matsumoto-san,” Sho says.

Jun studies Sho’s face. “What’s there to tell? I’ve given you a quick overview back in the plane. You know my parents’ names, my sister’s. Where they live, where I went to school. I gave you all the basics for this setup to work and you’ve given me the same. What else do you want to know?”

“Why are you in this job?” Sho asks, then he bites his bottom lip before shaking his head. “I’m sorry. That’s none of my business.”

Jun’s not bothered by the question. He often gets that one. He has a dozen colorful answers depending on the client, but somehow, he wants to be truthful to Sho.

“Aside from the fact that it pays well, I actually like what I do.” Their wine arrives, and Jun inclines his head in thanks before continuing. “It gives me an excuse to see places I wouldn’t normally have the chance to visit had I picked a desk job.”

“People come to you for company,” Sho says, looking thoughtful. If he’s offended by Jun’s remark about salarymen, he doesn’t show it. “And you like it, you said.”

“I get lonely easily,” Jun admits. “It’s something Nino likes having a laugh over. But thanks to my job, I’ve got company. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks.” He gives a nod in Sho’s direction. “It’s just like any other job, Sho-san. I guess I’m just lucky that I really like it.”

“Do you enjoy the company?”

Jun smiles. “For confidentiality purposes, I won’t be answering that.”

He expects Sho to apologize, but Sho returns his smile. “You’re a pro, all right.”

Jun raises his wine glass in Sho’s direction before taking a sip.

“Do you think the other guests might be present?” Jun asks after letting a few seconds of silence linger. They’ve been speaking in hushed tones, and Jun can’t think of any possible explanation for it.

“I don’t know them all, so I wouldn’t be too sure,” Sho answers. “There might be some of them here, who knows?”

“If that’s the case, then didn’t we have a dangerous conversation just now?” Jun sighs, then he reaches across the table to grasp Sho’s wrist, thumb stroking the bones there.

“In case anyone’s watching,” Jun explains as Sho’s cheeks color a bit. He withdraws.

There’s a soft kick delivered to his foot from under the table, and Sho’s shaking his head at him.

“Don’t surprise me like that,” Sho says from the corner of his mouth, sounding almost admonishing.

“Your face makes it worth it every time,” Jun reasons, hiding his smirk behind his wine glass.

Jun keeps up with the subtle flirting even after their food arrives, feeling a thrill hum inside him each time Sho blushes and teases back.

If there’s anyone watching, Jun believes he has given them a convincing show.

--

Wednesday of that week passes by with Jun getting free time to himself. He shops for souvenirs, using a rented car to take him wherever he wishes. Sho does the same, shopping for friends and visiting tourist spots. He shares his photos and videos with Jun that night, when they’re back in the hotel after a long day of seeing Hawaii separately.

By Thursday, they seem to have adapted to a routine. Sho is a morning person, and by the time Jun’s up, Sho has already finished showering and reading at least half of the first page of the Hawaiian newspaper. They eat their meals together in case anyone they know might see them, keep up with the pretense while being mindful of Sho’s limitations.

That night, when Sho chose to be unhealthful and picked a cheeseburger for his dinner, Jun thinks it’s time to ask for his feedback.

“Be honest,” he says, eyes gravitating to Sho’s glistening lips thanks to the juice from the burger patty. “Do you think I’m convincing, acting as your boyfriend?”

Sho has to swallow before he can reply, but he has this little frown when he does. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

“I value feedback, Sho-san,” Jun tells him. “So far, you haven’t given me anything, even if we’ve been together for four days now. I asked for your expectations and your limitations. You’ve named them so I adhere to them. But are you satisfied with my services? Because I’d rather hear it from you than receive a typewritten version of it that went through our website.”

“As long as we’re not found out, I think you’re doing your job well enough, Matsumoto-san,” Sho says, playing with a piece of napkin in his hands. “What exactly do you want to hear?”

“Give me a score,” Jun says, voice firm. “Or anything, really. If I didn’t ask tonight, you never would have bothered. I’m an escort, Sho-san. I perform according to standards. But if I don’t know yours, how can I know what to do? You’re totally leaving everything to me.”

“As I should,” Sho says. “You’re the professional here.”

“But I’m not the only one pretending, am I?” Jun points out. He sighs. “Give me something. Anything. Feedback, no matter how harsh, is still feedback. I value your input. If you need me to tone down something or to up the flirting or to be more affectionate, say it.”

This is one of the frustrations of Jun’s job. He’s providing a service, but as long as it’s an ongoing service, he prefers for the feedback to be also ongoing. He wants to do his best for his clients regardless of who they are, for them to get their money’s worth. People come to escort service agencies for a reason. Whatever that reason is, Jun wants them to get what they’re looking for through him.

But he can’t provide it if they don’t know what they’re looking for.

“You shy away when I touch you,” Jun says, making his way to the window and looking out towards the street. “We’re supposed to pretend to be a couple, and yet, whenever I initiate contact, you’d freeze as if it’s your default reaction, then you’d play along half a second later. It’s probably nothing, but if your friends are as sharp as I believe they are, they’d notice something is amiss.”

“Do you think they’re suspecting?” Sho asks, and Jun can’t really decipher his tone.

Jun shrugs. “They’re your friends, Sho-san. If there’s anyone who should have an idea or two regarding their suspicions, it’s you. But that’s not what I’m getting at here.”

“I’m trying, you know,” Sho says. “I really am. But I’m not used to having anyone with me. It’s been a while, I’ve told you that. I’m sorry if I can’t really follow your lead. I’m not exactly very experienced in the dating department.”

“And I am?” Jun faces him, crosses the distance between them to stand right in front of Sho. “What do you think escorts do, Sho-san? Do you think we go out and date our clients every time we get a request?”

“That’s not what I said,” Sho says defensively, shaking his head.

“That’s what I’m hearing, so enlighten me.”

“Nino said you were good at your job,” Sho starts, avoiding his gaze. “I only know what your website told me, Matsumoto-san. That you’re good company. Paid company, but good nevertheless. And you are. I have nothing to say about your performance because there’s nothing wrong with it. I’ve got nothing to complain about. I’ll say something when I have a problem with it, you see. ”

“Then let’s deal with that right here.” Jun reaches for one of Sho’s hands, holding it in his own. “If I do this, see, you’re tense already. You’re not supposed to do that.”

Sho lets out a breath, one that’s more of a suffering exhale. “What am I supposed to do? I’m trying, I said I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough,” Jun tells him. He knows he might be pushing it, but Sho looks like the guy who can use a lot of pushes. “I’m not the only one acting here. When I do something, you go with the flow, but you’re also welcome to be spontaneous. We’re not operating under a script. If you want to initiate, you can. And I’d follow.”

Sho entwines their fingers, looking up at him. “Spontaneous like this?”

“Could use more work,” Jun says honestly, but he gives Sho’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “But it’ll do. For tonight. For tomorrow night, I doubt it.”

Tomorrow night is the bachelor party. While there might be other couples out there, Sho’s the only one who’s close friends with both the groom and his bestman. There’d be eyes on them, and Jun wants to perform to the best of his ability.

But he needs Sho’s cooperation for that to work.

“I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow, but I’m intending to go beyond the usual,” Jun says, deciding to declare it outright. “I’m telling you so you won’t be surprised. There’ll be a lot of drinks there, and we need to blend in. Do I have your word that whatever I’ll do, you’ll try your best to keep up with me?”

Sho looks like a kid who’s being scolded, not quite looking at Jun while worrying his bottom lip. Jun doesn’t let it distract him. “On the top of your head, what are you planning to do?”

“When I’m drunk enough? Probably a kiss or two,” Jun says with a shrug. “I don’t plan for these things. I go with the mood.”

“And if the mood calls for something more?” Sho asks, this time meeting his eyes.

Jun levels Sho’s stare with one of his own. “Then I’ll do more.”

Sho lets out a snort, something close to a laugh. “I need to be more drunk, then.”

“Well, Aiba-san’s drinks can handle that part.” Jun finally lets go of Sho’s hand, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I’m really doing well for you? So far?”

“Yes,” Sho says. “So far.”

“Worth your money?”

Sho nods.

That’s good enough, Jun decides. “Then keep me in your favor tomorrow night.”

--

The bar is a fifteen-minute drive from their hotel, and Aiba made a reservation for the entire place instead of just a private room. All of Ohno’s male guests were invited and privy to the surprise, but Jun and Sho got roped into helping to bring Ohno to the place.

It’s Sho who lures Ohno out, saying he needs help with choosing his tie because he doesn’t know what the motif is. Aiba is the one who successfully blindfolds Ohno, and Jun gets to drive them there.

“Seriously, you guys,” Ohno says, but he sounds happy. Had Jun been in his position, he’d be annoyed and rip the blindfold off. He hates surprises. “Where are we going? I thought Sho-kun just needs help with his tie.”

“Can’t believe you bought that one, Oh-chan,” Aiba says with a laugh. “That’s a pathetic lie.”

“Did the trick though, didn’t it?” Sho says. He’s in the passenger seat, while Aiba and Ohno are at the back. Ohno doesn’t touch his blindfold, but he does turn his head to the direction of sounds.

“Who’s driving?” Ohno asks. “Sho-kun?”

“I am,” Jun answers. “Sorry to take part in your abduction, Ohno-san.”

“Ah, I was wondering where you were,” Ohno says, chuckling. “I knew Sho-kun wouldn’t go anywhere without you.”

They reach the bar in less than fifteen minutes since there isn’t much traffic, and Jun keeps the door open while Aiba and Sho hold both of Ohno’s hands and guide him along.

It’s Aiba who removes the blindfold, shouting, “Congratulations on your marriage!” as soon as Ohno blinks at his surroundings.

The cheers follow, and the party begins.

Jun gets dragged by Aiba to a booth despite his insistence that he can help with the drinks.

“I did bartend once, you know,” he tells Aiba.

“Not tonight,” Aiba says, giving him a strong push. “Tonight you’re sitting with Sho-chan, me, and Oh-chan in that booth. We’re going to have fun tonight, celebrate Oh-chan’s wedding.”

“It’s not his wedding yet,” Sho says, because naturally, Aiba’s dragging him too. But he does sit beside Jun, closer than usual because Aiba props Ohno beside Sho, before taking the seat to Ohno’s left.

“Keep the drinks coming!” Aiba orders to the staff, who scurries away to deliver more.

“I’ll introduce you guys to some of my guests,” Ohno says with a big smile. He then points to the rest of the men there, giving names that Jun can’t really recall no matter how hard he tries. He pays attention to their faces instead, committing them to memory.

Ohno introduces Sho as one of his trusted friends, and Jun gets introduced as Sho’s boyfriend. That earns the second toast, the first one being to Ohno’s upcoming wedding.

“Sho-chan never brings anyone,” one of Ohno’s guests says, a man who looks a little older than the four of them.

“That’s Taichi-kun,” Sho whispers to his ear, “one of our senpais in high school.”

“Probably because they’re not as good-looking as me, Taichi-san,” Jun teases, and it earns a laugh from the people around them as well as a few toasts.

Aiba is the one passing the drinks around, shot glass after shot glass, and while Jun wants to keep his alcohol intake in check, he also needs to keep up.

Sho beside him tips one glass after another into his mouth, and Jun tries to match his pace. Around them, there are cheers and jokes, Ohno’s laughter echoing above all the chatter and loud booming of music.

“Dance for us, Satoshi!” one of the guests yells, and Ohno is quick to oblige, elbowing Aiba aside to start the dancing.

“Yeah, he’s definitely tipsy,” Sho says, laughing loudly as Ohno engages in one dance off followed by another. “Later, he’s going to try to hug everyone.”

“Is that so?” Jun asks.

Before Sho can reply, however, one of the guests points to them. “Sakurai-kun, are you guys really together?”

Sho bristles at that, but Jun hopes it’s not that noticeable because of the laser lights. “What is this now, Ariyoshi-san?” To Jun, Sho says on the corner of his mouth, “Satoshi-kun’s senpai at work.”

“And he knows you because?” Jun whispers, but he gives Ariyoshi one of his most charming smiles.

“Because one time, he got so drunk that Satoshi-kun asked for help to bring him home. He was ashamed about the incident and decided to meet me so he could thank me,” Sho explains hastily.

“You guys just look like you don’t get along,” Ariyoshi tells them, seemingly oblivious to their quick discussion. He points to Sho. “With Aiba-kun and the others, you seem to get along well, but is he really your boyfriend?”

Jun sneaks a hand on Sho’s thigh, squeezing. “Conversely, can I ask what gave you that impression?”

“You just don’t give me the couple vibes,” Ariyoshi says, gesturing vaguely.

“Well, you can say that if you’re just looking at us,” Sho says, but he places a hand on top of Jun’s.

“Not the flirting type, Sakurai-kun?” Ariyoshi asks with a grin.

“Who do you think did all the chasing here, Ariyoshi-san?” Jun asks, and that seems to satisfy Ariyoshi, who breaks into laughter.

They are saved from Ariyoshi’s incessant prodding when Aiba links his arm with Ariyoshi’s, telling him to dance with Ohno since he’s Ohno’s senpai. That leaves the two of them alone in the booth, surrounded by people laughing and cheering as Ohno’s dance moves get racier and more daring.

But Jun knows they’re being more obvious, and Ariyoshi’s observations earlier weren’t said quietly. People around them heard it, and some of them would pay attention to them now.

Jun doesn’t exactly need to find courage in order to spice things up, but Sho does. So Jun watches him finish one drink only to get another, but he keeps his hand on Sho’s thigh as a reminder.

He squeezes to get Sho’s attention, and he ignores the twitch Sho made as a reaction. He leans closer, mouth resting right against Sho’s ear. “You’re drinking too fast.”

Sho laughs, and it’s boisterous, like he’s so obnoxiously pleased for no reason at all. “Your lips tickle.”

That’s it, Sho’s drunk. Jun takes a proper look at him, at his flushed cheeks and giddy smiles.

To test his theory, Jun moves his hand inward, clutching at the inside of Sho’s thigh, and Sho gasps. His mouth parts, eyelids fluttering shut for a brief moment, then he looks at Jun.

Jun waits. If anyone’s looking at them, they’re going to get what they want to see.

“You’re—” Sho says, then he shakes his head, laughing a bit. “You’re too pretty.”

Jun blinks. He wasn’t expecting that. “What?” He may have misheard; the music is loud and whatever American pop song this is, it’s driving the crowd around them wild.

“Pretty,” Sho repeats. All right, Jun didn’t imagine it. “Really pretty. It’s...it’s hard for me, you know?”

Jun faces Sho and leans closer, his chest touching Sho’s arm. Sho licks his lips, and it’s impossible for Jun to look away from them. “Seems to me you’re very drunk, Sho-san.”

“Am I?” Sho asks with a laugh. It fans Jun’s face. Sho’s breath smells like a mixture of whiskey, vodka, and brandy, but Jun doesn’t care. This is the only time Sakurai Sho let his guard down around him. “Was just telling the truth.”

“That I’m pretty?”

“That.” Sho points to him with a finger. “That, and that you’re not making it easy.”

“You guys are too close!” Aiba says, who appears as he hands Jun another drink. It’s a cocktail, and it’s the indicator that the night has been going on for almost three hours now that everybody’s inebriated enough.

Except Jun. Jun thinks he’s still pretty sober.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Sho asks, waving his hand weakly. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Don’t make out here now,” Aiba says, but he’s laughing. Then he gets elbowed out of the way by a drunken Ohno, who now has a sash wrapped around his forehead. The sash has a messy handwriting that says I’m getting hitched!!!!!!, and Jun suspects it’s Aiba’s doing.

“Dance with me, Sho-kun!” Ohno says, taking both of Sho’s hands and pulling him to the makeshift dance floor. Sho stumbles but recovers, and soon, he and Ohno are shaking their hips to some upbeat music.

Jun takes a sip from the cocktail Aiba gave him and proceeds to watch. Sho did say they would dance for the wedding, a special number of sorts as a surprise to Haru-chan. He wants to know if Sho can move his body to the music.

Ohno definitely can, and for a drunken man, he seems to have a nimble body and loose limbs. He grooves with the music, basking in the applause and cheers around him.

Sho, on the other hand, mostly jumps in place and lets out high-pitched cheers along with everybody else. But while he’s evidently not as talented as Ohno on the dance floor, his drunken movements allow Jun a good view of him from the waist down.

Jun’s tipsy enough to not lie: he likes what he sees. Toned legs, thick thighs, and a perky ass.

He’s curious what else the Sakurai package might have to boast.

“It’s time for a game!” Aiba yells, which earns another series of agreeing yells. Jun adds his own to the mix to blend in, now playing with the straw that came with his cocktail.

Aiba whips out chopsticks, and of course, it’s the ousama game. Jun wonders why he thought it’d be anything else.

“I get to be king!” Ohno hollers enthusiastically, waving both of his arms.

“Of course you’re the king,” Aiba answers with the same high spirits. “You’re the man of the night!”

“Yay!” Ohno cheers, and he’s jumping up and down with Sho like a grade schooler in his happiness.

Jun can’t help laughing at the sight of them.

Aiba manages to pick out the chopstick that says KING and hands it to Ohno, then he offers his hand to Sho.

“Pick one Sho-chan, and don’t tell anyone what number you got,” Aiba says, a finger hovering over his own lips.

Sho does, and Aiba moves to the rest. Jun assumes he offered it only to the single men since Taichi-san from earlier is on another table and laughing at some joke somebody else said.

When there are only two chopsticks left, Aiba heads to where Jun is, smiling at him.

“You take one, I’ll have the one that’s left,” Aiba says.

Jun sneaks a glance in Sho’s direction and finds him with his arm around Ohno, giggling about something Ohno whispered to him.

He takes a chopstick and draws the number 7.

Aiba signals for the game to start, and Ohno stands on a stool so everyone can hear him.

“I want number 4 and number 8 to finish all the drinks in their table in one minute,” Ohno declares. “It’s a race!”

Two men close to Jun’s age react with outbursts, but Aiba, always the mood-maker, pushes them to their respective tables.

“Come on, Maru, Yasu! You heard Oh-chan!”

Sho’s laughing now, clutching his stomach as the two guys try to finish everything. Jun counts down with everyone else, until they reach the last second of that minute and Aiba raises the arm of the now-red-faced Yasu, declaring him as the winner.

Cheers erupt and Jun applauds with everybody else. Sho takes a seat beside him, still laughing but panting a little. He’s sweating profusely, and Jun offers him the cocktail to help him cool down.

“This one has no straw,” Sho complains, pouting.

“That’s because I have the straw,” Jun says, biting on the edge of it so it hangs between his lips. He takes it between his fingers and lets the tip rest on Sho’s bottom lip.

Sho bites on the straw and proceeds to drink the cocktail while Jun slouches in his seat.

“Number 2 and number 5 should come up here and give me a duet!” Ohno orders, and it’s Aiba who stands.

For some reason, Aiba picks an Oda Kazumasa song, wrapping an arm around one guy who’s already crying.

“Why is he crying?” Jun asks Sho, laughing a bit at the embarrassing display.

“Yoko always cry at Oda Kazumasa,” Sho says in between his happy chuckles, clapping his hands. “Aiba-chan’s going to cry too. Any moment now.”

True to Sho’s prediction, Aiba cries, then Ohno cries with him, leading to three drunken men crying a few feet away from where Jun and Sho are.

“You guys suck!” someone screams, but everyone laughs after.

When the chorus is finished, Ohno is wiping at his eyes. “I’m just so happy everyone’s here. I’m happy Aiba-chan brought me here, organized this for me. I’m glad he kidnapped me with Sho-chan and Matsujun’s help. Thank you!”

“He did not just say kidnapped,” Jun says, finding it unbelievable.

Beside him, Sho’s just raises his cocktail, acknowledging Ohno’s gratitude.

“For the next one,” Ohno says, sniffing and wiping at his eyes, “I want number 7 and 3 to stand up.”

One of those is Jun, so he does.

To his surprise, Sho’s on his feet, too.

That earns a couple of wolf whistles, the loudest one being from Aiba himself, who seems to have recovered from his display of manly tears earlier.

Ohno blinks for a moment, just looking at them, then he grins.

“Number 7,” Ohno begins, his teeth almost gleaming because of how wide his smile is, “will do body shots.”

The guys around them cheer, and Jun finds himself getting shoved forward, towards the bar along with Sho.

Ohno pats the countertop and Aiba brings out the lime and the salt, calling over the staff for shots of tequila.

Jun’s honestly not surprised Aiba came here prepared for something like this.

There’s a chorus of “body shots, body shots!” around them now, and Jun steps into Sho’s space to whisper in his ear.

“We’re going to do this. Everyone’s watching,” he tells Sho, who, after a brief moment, gives a stiff nod.

Then Jun draws back and raises his voice, loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear, “Lose the shirt, Sho-san.”

Aiba’s half-yelling and half-whistling now and the rest of the guests are with him. Even those who aren’t part of the game are off their seats, looking over with curiosity. Ohno did introduce them as a couple, but Jun catches Ariyoshi’s watchful eye somewhere to their right.

Jun will give him something convincing, all right.

He extends his hand towards Aiba, who gives him the salt and the bowl of limes.

Jun turns, and by this time Sho’s shirt is already draped on a stool, and Sho stands with his back against the countertop, shivering.

“It’s cold,” Sho complains, rubbing at his arms.

Jun ignores him, and instead says, “Lie back,” gesturing with his chin. He makes sure his voice is low enough to be suggestive, and of course, it earns another series of whistles.

Sho does, but when he looks at Jun, something’s changed. He’s not hesitant anymore, like all the alcohol he’s imbibed finally gave him the liquid courage he’d been looking for.

Jun grabs a slice of lime and wraps his lips around it, before leaning down to press it against Sho’s mouth.

Around them, the crowd seems to get more and more uninhibited, but Jun hardly hears them. His focus is on Sho, who takes the lime from him, biting on to it as he raises his arms and gets comfortable.

Jun licks his lips unconsciously; he definitely can appreciate what he’s seeing. While Sho doesn’t have defined abs, he looks like someone who keeps his body fit, someone with a regular gym membership and is using it; his toned arms and flat stomach serve as proof.

He takes in the expanse of skin bared right before him and mentally asks himself where he wants to start.

Jun takes a pinch of the salt and sprinkles it right across Sho’s stomach.

Without looking, he grabs a shot glass from the table and looks at Ohno.

“How many shots do you want, Ohno-san?”

Ohno grins, his eyes glassy and cheeks so red, but he looks very much pleased. “Since you’re number 7, I want seven.”

Seven. Jun is not one to back down from a challenge, not when there are people watching.

And especially when Sho looks so willing, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly parted.

Jun ducks without another word, licking off the salt close to Sho’s navel. He doesn’t miss the mark of a former piercing as he pulls back. Sho twitches, but by then Jun’s downing his first shot, then leaning down again to bite on the lime.

The juice smears on Sho’s lips when he withdraws, and he watches as Sho spits the lime to the side, pokes out his tongue, and licks the rest of the juice off.

Jun’s eyes snap back to Sho’s face, and he discovers that Sho’s been watching him.

Sho couldn’t have done that for audience impact. That...that was for Jun.

Jun pays no mind to their spectators now, grabbing another slice of lime and pressing it against Sho’s mouth. Before he can grab the salt, Ohno beats him to it.

Ohno sprinkles the salt right over Sho’s clavicle, gesturing to Jun with a wave of his hand.

“Congratulations on your marriage, Ohno-san,” Jun says, then he tilts his head and flattens his tongue to follow the line of bone, going slowly to feel Sho’s skin shudder beneath him.

He downs his second shot, and it’s easier now to bite onto the lime that Sho has, since he’s closer.

Jun, being Jun, remembers Sho’s boundaries as he sucks on the lime. Does this count as a kiss for Sho? There’s a dare involved, so it shouldn’t. Jun’s going to use that as a technicality the moment Sho brings it up.

But when he pulls away, Sho’s watching him with such a soft look in his eyes. The lime is still trapped between his lips, but Jun’s eyes are following that trail of juice that slides from Sho’s bottom lip down to the curve of his jaw.

Jun wants to lick that off too, if he’s being honest.

But Aiba’s hand gets between him and Sho before he can, and Aiba places another slice of lime between Sho’s teeth.

Ohno sprinkles the salt around Sho’s nipple this time, leading to a raucous response from the people around them.

Jun grabs his next tequila shot, raises it in Ohno’s direction, and ducks.

His fourth shot has the salt lining Sho’s pulse, and Jun certain he’s tasting some of Sho’s sweat as he licks that one off.

The fifth one has Ohno circling Sho’s navel with salt, and when Jun leans down, he feels the hole left by a piercing touch his tongue.

The sixth has Jun licking salt off on top of Sho’s chest, right above his right nipple. He thinks he hears Sho gasp, but it’s hard to tell with all the noise around them.

For Jun’s last shot, Ohno sprinkles the salt over Sho’s throat up to his chin, and he tells Sho not to move.

Jun licks his lips once and ducks for the last time, tongue tracing the column slowly. He winces at the burn and taste of his last shot but bites onto the lime immediately.

When he pulls back, Sho’s eyes are dark and glassy, his cheeks tinged with pink, his breaths coming out labored. They’re so close and despite all the noise, Jun’s only attuned to the sounds he can hear from Sho.

He takes lime from Sho and deposits it to their side, not caring where it lands. He doesn’t care if they made an impression, put on a convincing show—all he sees is Sho, watching him like he’s waiting for something, for more.

“Want to get out of here?” Jun whispers, unable to quell the hope bubbling in him.

“Take me home,” Sho whispers back.

And Jun does.

--

The way back is all a blur, a mixture of bright city lights and street signs.

Sho’s half-sagging against him by the time they make it back to the hotel room, but Jun is able to push Sho towards the bed. Sho grabs him by the arms as he falls, and they end up tumbling down together.

Jun draws back, looks at Sho’s face. Sho’s clearly drunk, so drunk that perhaps, he is no longer minding the proximity. Was it only the night before that Jun wanted Sho to act more naturally around him?

Sho’s looking right at his mouth, and Jun wants to kiss him. But Sho has set his limitations, so Jun hesitates, breathes right over Sho’s mouth and waits.

It’s Sho who makes a move, but instead of kissing Jun, he presses his mouth on Jun’s jaw, one long kiss that he repeats as he travels down, down, down, until he latches on to Jun’s neck.

Jun exhales, letting Sho’s tongue and teeth explore, alternating between nipping and kissing.

“You have so many of these,” Sho says, lips brushing over Jun’s throat.

“Of what?” Jun manages to ask, and it comes out breathless and rushed. It’s so warm, and he feels far too clothed. But he doesn’t move, stays on top of Sho as Sho plants chaste kisses again and again.

“These...dots,” Sho answers, like he can’t find the right word. “So many dots. One, two, three.” Sho’s fingers trace Jun’s lips, and Sho pulls back a little to look at him. “You have so many dots.” He tilts his head, inhales against the crook of Jun’s next. “And there’s one right here.”

Jun gasps at the feel of Sho sucking right over his pulse. He shifts, feeling his erection press insistently against the material of his jeans. Sho’s still sucking on his neck, and if he doesn’t stop, Jun thinks it’ll leave a mark, big enough for anyone to see.

Right now, Jun can’t find it in him to care.

He wants Sho’s mouth closer, so he doesn’t move, or at least attempts not to. His body is responding to Sho’s efforts on its own, and Jun wants to reciprocate, wants to taste more of Sho now that they’re alone and there are no onlookers.

He flips them so Sho’s on top, and Sho finally withdraws from his assault on Jun’s neck.

Sho’s lips are plump and swollen, so red from all the kissing and sucking, and Jun cranes his neck, intent of finding out how a combination of whiskey, vodka, and brandy taste from Sho’s mouth. They’re only a breath away, and Jun’s got his eyes shut—

“Ow,” Sho groans, then he winces and pulls back, rolling to lie on Jun’s side. “Ow, ow.”

Jun blinks, then his brain seems to rewire itself and he sits up, looking at Sho with concern. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“My leg,” Sho says, eyes shut. He seems to be in a great deal of pain. “I pulled something. Ow. It really hurts. It hurts. It hurts!”

Jun wants to scream. But Sho seems to be in genuine distress, now curled in on himself with his back turned to Jun. Jun considers leaving him to it, but Sho lets out another pained moan, then it sounds like he’s beginning to cry.

Jun grabs his shoulder to have him lie on his back, and he reaches for Sho’s leg, placing it on his lap. “Where does it hurt?” he asks, despite still being frustrated.

“The leg, close to my ankle, there, right there,” Sho says in succession, and Jun sighs, resigns himself to massaging whatever tendon or muscle it is that Sho carelessly pulled right in the middle of their makeout session.

Of all timings. Jun wants to curse, scream, throw a fit, or do all of those at the same time. He presses his knuckles harder against Sho’s sole in annoyance and Sho hisses as a reaction, eyes screwed shut. Jun proceeds to massage the sore area anyway, shaking his head every now and then.

His erection has definitely subsided thanks to Sho’s moment of glory, and by the time Jun’s lustful haze has completely dissipated, Sho’s already snoring lightly, half-turned to his side and mouth open.

Jun puts down Sho’s leg and leaves him on the bed, intending to take the couch tonight. He takes all of the pillows for himself as a form of revenge, leaving Sho with only the thin sheet since he decides to take the duvet too.

But Jun’s not that cruel so after he washes up a bit, he does leave a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand.

He lies down on the couch still mostly pissed off, barricaded by pillows and buried under a thick duvet.

When Sho’s snores begin to fill the room, Jun groans.

“I hate you,” he says out loud, despite Sho not hearing him.

(3/5)

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I should have imaged that the night would ended like this! I laughed so hard!!! Oh Sho!!!

So, something is blooming... This is so adorable!!! And Ohno is so cute!!!

I am so happy that I have more 3 to go!!!