A piece of cheesecake for gomushroom (4/5)

[futurepm_mod]

When Jun gets to his senses, the hotel bar is the first place he goes to.

He doesn’t find Sho but sees Ohno, who acknowledges him with a nod and a tilt of his head towards the vacant seat beside him.

Jun accepts; it’s late and he has no idea where Sho might be.

Ohno calls for the bartender and orders for Jun. When the drink arrives, Ohno gestures wordlessly for Jun to drink.

Jun does, focusing on the burn rather than what he feels inside.

“You looked like you needed that,” Ohno says, his glass of scotch resting right over his lips.

“Ohno-san,” Jun says, and Ohno turns to him, “I’m looking for Sho-san. Have you—”

“No need for that now, Matsujun,” Ohno says, cutting him off. “Sho-kun told me the truth. He called a while ago, just before you came here, actually.”

The drop in his stomach only adds to how terrible he feels. “I’m terribly sorry for lying to you.”

“He said not to blame you, that it was his idea and proposal in the first place. With the help of Nino, but he shouldered all the responsibility. Typical Sho-kun.” Ohno asks the bartender for another round and does the same for Jun. “He said you’re a professional.”

“I’m not. He always says that, but I’m not. I’m just an escort. It’s a job like any other.”

“Well, you’ve been very convincing in doing your job,” Ohno tells him, twirling his glass in hand and letting the ice cubes hit the sides of it. “Totally fooled me. Especially when you did the body shots.” Ohno gives him a look. “Did I unknowingly force you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with?”

“No.” Jun shakes his head firmly. “It was your party, Ohno-san. And I’m not the type to be coerced into doing something I dislike.”

“So you liked it?” Ohno says, the corner of his lips quirking when Jun freezes. “Nino often says I’m stupid and oblivious. I like to believe I’m not. I just don’t talk about my observations, unlike Nino.”

Ohno takes a sip of his drink. “Sho-kun sounded upset when he called earlier. He didn’t give me details, just that he ended your arrangement because of something you said.” Ohno’s eyes narrow at him. “Did you hurt my friend, Matsumoto-san?”

“He didn’t even let me talk,” Jun says, eyes sliding shut. “He didn’t let me explain. He cancelled it, paid for it, and he left. He said he didn’t want to hear anything I had to say.” Jun tried calling, but all of his attempts were rejected without so much as a ring.

“Sho-kun normally doesn’t say such things unless he’s been truly hurt. So I’m going to ask again,” Ohno says, facing him properly. “And please answer this time. Did you hurt him? What did you do?”

There’s no point in cowering, and Ohno is using this commanding tone that Jun hasn’t heard since their dance rehearsals.

“There’s been a lot of misunderstanding,” Jun begins, and Ohno just waves his hand.

“I’ve got time.”

So Jun tells Ohno about the text he sent to Nino, on how Sho interpreted it without even asking for clarifications.

“Did you hate this job so much that you said those things?” is what Ohno asks him next.

It surprises Jun; it sounds too similar to what he asked Sho before, the morning after Ohno’s bachelor party.

“That wasn’t—” Jun tries, then he sighs, frustrated. “That wasn’t what I meant by that.”

“That was what Sho-kun thought. And I can’t blame him. It’s hard to tell from just looking at your face, you know? You’ve got this...strong face.” Ohno gestures vaguely. “It gives off a strong impression as well.”

“I’m aware,” Jun says. It’s always been like that. He often gets misinterpreted because his features say otherwise. “I didn’t hate the job. But I hate what it has done.”

Jun wonders if he’s breaching some sort of confidentiality agreement with what he’s about to say. But he owes Ohno Satoshi the truth; the man has been nothing but gracious and accepting of him. Jun felt bad for deceiving him, and he finds that he can’t do it any longer.

“I know what he thinks,” Jun starts, and Ohno’s simply watching him now. “Sho-san thinks I said it because I regret accepting the job. He’s not wrong, but he’s also not correct. We spent a week and a couple of days acting like we’re together. I thought it was easy; it wasn’t something I haven’t done before. But this is the first time I’ve done it this long and with someone like…”

He trails off, takes a sip of his drink.

“Someone like Sho-kun?” Ohno supplements, and he sounds like he understands. “I know how he can be. He’s a very stubborn person.”

“And a lame one too,” Jun says, a soft laugh escaping from him. “He wears bucket hats like a tourist in his fifties, he has nothing but camouflage-patterned clothes, he has fake denims that he’s proud of, he wears his backpack on the front like some dad in their kid’s school trip. He cries about penguin documentaries. He snores too, and he gets cramps when he shouldn’t have.”

Ohno says nothing for a while, but when he picks up his drink again, Jun catches the hints of a smile. “Any other time, I would think you’re complaining. But I don’t believe you are.”

“I shouldn’t have accepted this job from Nino,” Jun says, finishing the rest of his drink. Ohno wordlessly orders another for him from the bartender. “I thought it’d be easy. And at first, it was. It was fun to see Sho-san so flustered when I did something as simple as holding his hand.”

Jun can sense Ohno staring at him, and he waits.

“You like him,” Ohno murmurs.

Jun finds that he can’t deny it.

“I got selfish, Ohno-san,” Jun admits. “I knew we were just acting, but in the end, I got selfish. Even when he told me he hated it and it’s the worst. I couldn’t help it.”

Ohno blinks at him. “Sho-kun said that?”

“The morning after your party,” Jun affirms with a nod.

Ohno is frowning now. “He said that but...Shihori-chan said you were spooning at the fireworks display.”

Jun almost laughs at the word choice. “I did that out of selfishness. I’ve been told once that I’m an opportunist. I guess that was me taking advantage of the situation. I thought it would end, anyway. After the wedding, it would end. That was the time limit. But until then, I told myself I’d do what I can to show him otherwise.”

The condensation from his drink has transferred to his palm, and Jun grips the glass tightly. “In the end, none of it worked.”

Sho probably hates him now and wouldn’t want to see him again. Jun can’t blame him for that. He overstepped his boundaries.

But Sho’s unfair too, and Jun hates him for it. For someone who said he hates it and it’s the worst, why did he kiss Jun, then? Why did he say Jun’s name and smiled like that when Jun had woken him up in the tub?

Why did he make Jun feel so wanted and desired when they got back in the hotel after that body shots dare?

It frustrates Jun so much; he can’t tell what Sho was thinking. He was never given the chance to explain or to ask—Sho walked out of the door just like that. And when Jun tried to find him, he won’t let himself be found. He severed all connections with Jun, paying for Jun’s fees in full and saying things like it’s nothing but an arrangement, that he doesn’t want to hear anything Jun has to say.

He made Jun regret the arrangement. Because Jun would have loved to have met Sakurai Sho in different circumstances, one that doesn’t require them to fake things in order to maintain an appearance. To be close to Sho and know that it’s real, that it’s because Sho wants him there.

“If you need me to disappear, just say it,” Jun says to Ohno. “I’ve lied to you, to Haru-san, to everyone else. I’ve hurt Sho-san. I’ve done enough damage, I think.”

Ohno raises an eyebrow. “I’ll be frank with you, Matsujun, I was seriously considering that. But then I got to hear what you had to say, and I thought of something better.”

Jun faces Ohno, and the man flashes him a smile.

“Haru would like to see you tomorrow morning at the event hall, at eight in the morning.” Ohno stands and pays for their drinks. “Don’t be late. She won’t forgive you.”

Jun finds himself nodding uncertainly, watching Ohno’s back as he departs.

--

Ohno Satoshi’s plan for Jun is simple: he is now Haru’s new errand boy.

“I heard about it from Satoshi,” Haru said when Jun showed up on time. “But he loves Sho-san dearly, so I think this is him trying to punish you.” Her smile disappeared. “Now I hate to impose, Matsumoto-san, but since you’re here already…”

And that began Jun’s task of driving to the other side of Honolulu to clarify the details of the cake frosting since the shop wasn’t answering any of Haru’s calls.

Jun had to use a mobile translator to explain the situation to the shop attendant, and the language barrier certainly made the process twice as taxing had Ohno and Haru ordered from a Japanese sweets shop or had the hotel make it.

When he returns and reports to Haru that the shop gave him an apology and promised they’d have it ready on the day itself according the specifications, Haru leads him to where her bridesmaids have gathered, and Jun locks eyes with Shihori.

“Shihori-chan tells me she needs a driver to take her to the seamstress,” Haru says, flashing Jun a smile. “I’ll leave her in your care, Matsumoto-san.”

Before Jun can give a nod of agreement, Haru scurries away along with her bridesmaids, telling them she has treats she wants to them to sample before the wedding.

“I’ve heard about it from Masaki,” Shihori says, and Jun turns to her. “His version sounded more dramatic, but I suppose you can tell me about it on the way.”

Shihori surprises him by linking her arm with his as they make the trip to the carpark. Jun thought she hates him for what happened.

“If you’re wondering where Sho-san is, I believe he’s having a relaxing body massage courtesy of Masaki’s free coupons from spending his money in this hotel’s casino,” Shihori says. “Now, shall we?”

They’re on the main road and waiting for the traffic lights when Shihori downright asks.

“So do you like Sho-san?”

Jun wills himself not to react. Shihori has been Aiba’s girlfriend for years. Of course she’s as straightforward as him, cutting right to the chase.

“I think my actions already speak for themselves,” Jun says anyway, not wanting to give a direct answer.

“Masaki told me you’re a high-class escort, a friend of Nino’s.” Jun sees Shihori shaking her head in his periphery. “I’m not even surprised that Nino knows someone like that. But yeah, Masaki said you’re a professional, so I don’t know if you were just acting or what.”

“It was acting,” Jun says, keeping his eyes on the road. “At first.”

Shihori sighs, leaning against the backrest. “You need to talk to Sho-san.”

“I tried. He said he didn’t want to hear anything I had to say. He rejected all my calls.”

To Jun’s surprise, Shihori laughs, like she’s been truly tickled by what he just said.

“No wonder you like him,” Shihori says when she recovers, waving her hands. “You’re just like him. You’re as stubborn as him.” She lets out a breath. “You guys sure fooled us with that arrangement, but now that I know not all of it is a lie, I know you have to talk to him, Matsumoto-san.”

“How?” Jun says, frustration seeping in his tone. “He wouldn’t listen. I tried to call him this morning. I got rejected on the first ring.”

Shihori smiles, and it reminds Jun of Aiba’s knowing grins.

“If that is the case, Matsumoto-san, then I guess you’ll just have to get his attention.”

--

Jun’s duties changed drastically in a matter of hours. Less than a day ago, he was Ohno and Haru’s guest and Sakurai Sho’s fake boyfriend. Now he’s Haru’s runner and pastries tester, and to make matters worse, Haru entrusts him with looking after the children of some of the guests as they hold a dry-run of the wedding.

Jun likes children. They’re funny and cute, and sometimes, they’re more perceptive than adults. They say the most random things and laugh at nearly everything. They’re easy to please and don’t have high expectations, and they most certainly don’t misinterpret Jun’s words.

Except when Jun’s telling them to quit what they’re doing and they just don’t want to.

One of the kids, Emi-chan, is seven years old and is the oldest of the bunch Jun’s tasked in looking after. She’s also the instigator instead of being the voice of reason, rallying the other children to sneak off with the tarts and shortcakes while the adults are busy rehearsing.

“Don’t touch that,” Jun hisses, pointing to one snotty kid who’s about to take the strawberry topping from one shortcake. The kid is acting on a dare, and all the other children are watching him. “Don’t touch that, Ren-kun, or so help me—”

Ren-kun takes off with the strawberry, waving it above his head like a prize.

Jun sighs. The little girl on his lap, Maya-chan, pokes his cheek.

“Jun-san, why aren’t you practicing with them?”

Jun looks at her. She’s got two pigtails on because she’s imitating some American comic book supervillain who swings a baseball bat. She actually asked Jun to go find a bat for her, and it took a while to convince her to divert her attention elsewhere.

“I’m watching over you guys,” Jun says as an explanation. “You’re the only one who actually listens to me, Maya-chan.”

The kid who took the strawberry makes a show of eating it, smearing the juice on his jeans. Jun pretends not to see a thing.

“Maybe you’re not an adult,” Maya tells him, and Jun almost frowns at her. But he remembers how he looks like so he steels his facial expression to curiosity. “Maybe that’s why you can’t join them.”

Of all the insults Jun has received in his life, he’s going to give this one a grade of 7 out of 10 for originality and innocence.

“I’m a perfectly functioning adult,” Jun says, though he’s not sure if he is saying it to the kid or to himself. “I’m older than you.”

Jun doesn’t wait for her to respond, instead carries her as he begins chasing after the rest of the kids. It takes him some time, especially when they wrap themselves around his legs and tell him too many things simultaneously, but he eventually manages to have them gather in one corner around him.

Maya remains seated on his lap because she cried when Jun tried to put her down. Jun thinks it might be an act, but he’s too exhausted to do something about it.

“Jun-chan,” the strawberry thief, Ren-kun, addresses him. Jun does a mental count to prevent his eyebrow from quirking.

Jun-chan? Of all honorifics?

“Yes, Ren-kun? What do you need?”

“Do you have a person you like?”

That earns a chorus of “ooooh”s and some of the little girls hiding their faces behind their hands. It also results to a lot of giggling, and Jun eyes the kid on his lap and finds her hiding a smile behind her tiny fists.

Just to play along, Jun nods. “I do.”

The kids shuffle closer to him after that, most of them raising their hands as if he has become their kindergarten teacher, although some of them are too old to be in kindergarten.

Jun sighs and points to one kid whose name he forgot. Better this unprecedented Q&A instead of him going after them as they terrorize one sweets table after another.

“Jun-chan,” the same kid asks, and of course that nickname has caught on, “did you ever kiss the person you like?”

What’s with children and kisses, seriously?

But Jun answers anyway. “Once. Almost.”

Maya faces him with curiosity now. “What happened?”

The worst, Jun thinks, remembering that night. “It didn’t work out.”

The children “awww” at the same time, and Jun becomes surrounded by crestfallen faces. “When you guys grow up, you’re going to learn that some things don’t work out. That’s how it is.”

“Maybe you’re not really an adult,” Maya tells him, and Jun turns his head just in time for her to poke his cheek. “My mama says people shouldn’t give up.”

“My papa said that too!” one kid echoes, and he’s followed by other kids telling Jun that their parents (some even mentioned grandparents) had said the same thing.

Jun raises his hands in surrender when their voices get louder, shooting a wary glance towards the event hall. If they’re too noisy, they might disrupt the rehearsal. That would anger Haru and Jun would be scolded.

“I understand, I get it!” he says over the screaming children. “I’ll try harder, okay? Are you happy?”

“We’ll cheer for you, Jun-chan!” the oldest kid, Emi says, giving him a hug. That seems to be the cue for all the other kids to hug him, and of course, the snotty one has his face pressed right against the front of Jun’s shirt.

Wonderful.

Jun pats little Maya on the head. She threw her arms around his neck and now has her face mashed against his neck.

“I appreciate the support,” he says, sighing.

He’s still being smothered by overenthusiastic and sympathetic children by the time Aiba’s face finally appears from behind the door.

“We’re done with practice,” Aiba says, then he faces the kids. “It’s time to eat!”

They all cheer and took off, leaving Jun to frown at the wet spot on his shirt.

“Matsujun,” Aiba says, and Jun’s attention snaps to him, “Oh-chan wants a final practice. Tonight after this. My room.”

Jun nods, hesitating. But his desire to know wins out. “Will Sho-san be there?”

Aiba gives him a small smile. “I don’t know. He’s been going out lately. He’s not here today, you see.”

Jun did see. The first thing he did when Haru gave him the babysitting task was to look at all of the guests who have gathered. Sho was nowhere to be found.

“I understand,” Jun says. “I’ll be there.”

Aiba’s smile grows wider, tilting his head towards the event hall. “We’ve got shortcakes, come on.”

Jun follows, but he barely socializes. He eats only a portion of his shortcake and gives the rest to this kid who’s been eyeing his plate for a while. Jun even hands over his strawberry, something that made the kid very happy.

After, when they’re in Aiba’s room for rehearsals (Sho is still missing and Jun stomps on the disappointment building up in him) and are polishing some steps, Jun makes up his mind.

Shihori told him to get Sho’s attention. He’s been thinking on how to do that when Sho’s not showing his face, but now Jun has an idea.

He sets up camp in Aiba’s kitchen and grabs his phone, doing an overseas call to his agency’s management.

It takes Jun some time but he’s able to handle the modifications, and the next one he calls is the bank.

Ohno calls for a final rehearsal, and once Jun dances his part, he goes back to the kitchen to take care of the rest. When he receives a confirmation in his email followed by a message from his manager that he’s going to have to pay for everything, he just accepts.

Jun proceeds to draft an email on his way back to 703, opting to use keigo.

Sakurai Sho-sama, he types, knowing this is the only way he can say what he has to say. There’s a chance Sho would send the email to the trash immediately, but this is why Jun made all those overseas calls.

Your money was refunded to you in full. We’ve had misunderstandings, but I’ve returned the money because in the end, it was no longer a job for me. I can’t accept payment for a job I wasn’t able to do.

I won’t take back what I said. I shouldn’t have accepted the arrangement. And that’s because I would’ve liked it if we’ve met under different circumstances. I would’ve wanted to get to know you truly, and not because it was necessary for us to create a convincing story.

I hope this finds you well. As compensation for my incompetence, my agency computed for the miscellaneous fees that you would have been asked to pay back in Tokyo and cancelled them. The agency would still appreciate any form of feedback, and should you wish to provide one, please don’t hold back.

Thank you for everything until now. These past few days have been fun.

Jun affixes his name at the end and sends it after reading it twice, thrice. He puts his phone on Do not disturb and prepares for bed, knowing that tomorrow is the big day.

Whether he got Sho’s attention or not, only tomorrow will tell.

--

Naturally, Jun’s task as Haru’s personal assistant doesn’t change even on the wedding day. Haru provided him with an iPad that has the program proper and handed him a Bluetooth earpiece, patting his shoulders and telling him that they’ll do their best today.

As a result, he’s been substituting between an usher and a coordinator, guiding people to their seats and clarifying details with the hotel staff.

As Ohno and Haru exchange vows with a Hawaiian sunset for a background, Jun remains in the sidelines, overlooking their apparent happiness. In the area of the groomsmen sits Sho, who didn’t even look at him when he got into the venue.

Jun knows he should be paying attention to the wedding, but he can’t help looking at Sho even if Sho’s facing the front and Jun can only see his fluffy hair. Sho’s suit looks crisp and new, and he looks dashing in it. His tie seemed a bit crooked when he came in earlier, and Jun wishes he could fix it for him.

In Jun’s ideal scenario, he’d undo and redo Sho’s tie and maybe pull him for a kiss or two because of how he looks. He dwells on it for as long as he can until the wedding planner tells him via the earpiece that it’s time to usher the rest of the guests to the reception area.

The celebration proceeds, and Jun speed-eats with the wedding planner as Ohno makes this tearful speech that Jun can’t help snorting in amusement at.

Then finally, Ohno announces that he has a surprise.

That is Jun’s cue to tell the staff to prepare the music, and he gets in place still with the earpiece on. He discard his jacket and loosens his tie, rolls up his sleeves because that’s what Ohno wanted.

From Jun’s position, Sho is only two steps away. Jun can reach him if he wants to. His hand itches to try, but then the music starts and Jun has to move.

He’s certain the guests are cheering as they get to the hip movements, but Jun has never seen Sho dance this part right in front of him in those slacks, and he stares. His eyes seem to naturally gravitate to Sho’s lower half; Sho never showed any remarkable flexibility in all of their rehearsals, and he never danced with full energy when it came to the hip thrusts.

But now…

Jun stares at the back of Sho’s head with eyes narrowed. Sho has to be doing it on purpose. He knows Jun is right behind him, that Jun has the best view of everything he has to show. And he’s got this pert bottom that seems intent on grabbing Jun’s attention.

When Jun’s part is done, he returns to his place in the sidelines and picks up the iPad, going over the final details Haru put in there. They’re just reminders for Jun to check the state of the sweets in case children were sneaking off again, and he does that, not wanting to see any more of Sho’s dancing.

At the end of the surprise number, Jun applauds with everybody else. He locks the iPad and removes the earpiece, knowing there’s nothing else for him to do. He finds the wedding planner and hands her the items, and she thanks him for his help.

Jun only manages a small smile.

A pair of arms wrap around one of Jun’s, and he finds Haru smiling at him.

“Thanks for all your hard work, Matsumoto-san,” she says with a smile that reaches her eyes.

“Congratulations on your marriage,” Jun says, returning her grin. “I wish you happiness. You and Ohno-san.” His head tilts. “Though, you are an Ohno-san as well now, aren’t you?”

She elbows him on his side. “He can always take my last name. Don’t be so traditional.”

Jun raises his hands. “Of course. I believe Ohno-san would gladly do anything you say.”

“As he should.” Haru grabs him by the wrist, her head angled towards the dance floor. “Everyone’s dancing now.”

“I already danced a number with the others, just for you,” Jun reminds her. “And you’re asking me to dance again?”

“Matsumoto-san, I just don’t want to disappoint my bridesmaids. I keep getting questions about you, whether you’re single or not,” she explains, dragging him to the table that’s nearest to the dance floor. Then she leans in to whisper, “I doubt any of them can ask you to dance with them, but please, as a final favor?” She puts her palms together and gives him this look that he knows Ohno is super weak to.

Jun supposes there’s no harm in sitting close to the dance floor. “All right.”

Haru smiles and gives him a parting nod, something he returns. She enters the dance floor with her husband, her arms immediately slinging around his neck. The two of them laugh as the rest of the guests dance around them, obviously lost in their own world.

Jun isn’t aware how long he’s been watching everyone before he feels a tap on his shoulder, and he sighs, schools his features to a polite smile as he faces one of Haru’s bridesmaids.

Only that it’s not one of her bridesmaids.

Jun’s smile vanishes when he finds Sho looking at him.

“Do you dance?” Sho asks. It’s the first time he acknowledged Jun’s presence since that night.

Jun blinks. “I just danced a surprise number with you and the rest of the groomsmen.”

Sho bristles. “Then, will you dance with me?” He offers his hand to Jun.

Make the most of it, Jun thinks bitterly. He accepts and allows himself to be led to the dance floor, though Sho takes them to the other side where it’s mostly hidden by shadows and the seats nearby are vacant.

For a while, they just stare at each other. Then Sho lets go of him and wraps his arms around Jun’s neck loosely, tentatively. Jun’s hands clutch at Sho’s hips, and together they move to the music.

“I read your email,” is what Sho says first.

“I see,” Jun says, keeping his voice even.

“And I have some questions.”

“Shoot,” Jun says, trying to ignore his heart hammering.

“You said you’re not taking back what you said to Nino. That you regret the job. But you also mentioned that you would have preferred to have met me in another way.” Sho bites on his bottom lip uncertainly, and Jun wishes he’d stop doing that. He’s worrying the skin, and it’s hard for Jun to resist when they’re this close after days of not seeing each other. “What did that mean?”

“Sho-san,” Jun says, slightly exasperated, “forgive me for being rude, but are you really that stupid?”

To Jun’s surprise, Sho’s face breaks into a small smile. “I haven’t seen you make that face in what feels like so long.”

“What?”

“When you’re annoyed, your eyebrow twitches and your eyes close briefly,” Sho says, laughing a bit now. “It’s cute.”

Jun can feel warmth climbing to his cheeks. “Is that all you have to say?”

“No. But you didn’t answer my first one.”

“Why should I when you already know the answer?”

Sho studies his face for a moment. “I have one more question, then. But this one isn’t related to the email.”

Jun only gives an acknowledging nod.

“That night,” Sho says, and Jun already knows what he means but he lets Sho continue anyway, “after Satoshi-kun’s party. You took me home after I asked you to.”

“Yes.”

“I’m assuming we made out since I did leave that hickey on you. But did we, really?”

That confuses Jun. “Are you asking me if it happened?”

“No,” Sho says pointedly. “I know it happened. I saw your neck. But did we make out or was I the only one who did the making out? Was I kissing you when you had no intention of kissing back?”

Jun stares at Sho’s face and discovers that he’s serious with his question. “You don’t remember.”

“I don’t remember most of what happened when we got back,” Sho says. “I wish I can.”

“You don’t remember and yet you told me you hated it, that it was the worst?”

“That’s why I’m asking if we did it together or not,” Sho says, eyes hard. “I said what I said because I was under the impression you never reciprocated. Still am, in fact. There was nothing on me, Matsumoto-san. Nothing, not even a scratch that would at least tell me that it wasn’t one-sided.”

Jun sighs. All this because Sho didn’t remember and made assumptions. So much could have been avoided, and yet, he can’t help laughing in relief, biting his lip to reel in his chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” Sho asks warily.

Jun tightens his grip on Sho’s hips and yanks Sho closer to him. “You’re unbelievable.”

“What?”

“That night, just when I was about to kiss you, you howled in pain.” Jun quirks an eyebrow at Sho’s eyes widening. “Do you realize how frustrating that was? I was about to go for it, and you get a leg cramp of all things.”

“I got a what?”

Jun gives him a look. “I spent nearly ten minutes massaging the muscles from the back of your knees down to your ankle, my knuckles pressed against your sole, grinding there until you passed out after complaining so much. It wasn’t how I envisioned that night would go, especially not after I licked all that salt off you.”

Sho’s blushing now, his eyes shifty and not really looking at Jun’s face. He’s obviously embarrassed, teeth catching on his bottom lip.

“That’s really what happened?” Sho asks quietly.

“Which one of us was the drunkard who fell asleep on his ass after a leg massage?”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“If you had no idea, you should have told me,” Jun tells him, unable to hide his frustration. “I admit that I was pissed at you for falling asleep, but you should have just asked, Sho-san.”

“So everything we did after the party,” Sho tries, and he sounds so hesitant and unsure, “that was all—?”

Jun is this close to glaring at Sho. “I thought you said you read my email.”

“I did!” Sho insists, and he sounds like he’s frustrated too. “But I’ve been operating on false assumptions for days, Matsumoto-san. I don’t want to add another one to my growing collection.”

Jun chuckles at Sho’s choice of words, shaking his head in amusement. “Ask,” he says patiently.

“The fireworks display,” Sho says, looking hopeful now, “was that—?”

“I wasn’t acting at that time,” Jun says, cutting him off. “And I think I should apologize for that. There was really no need to do that; people were watching the fireworks and not us. But I couldn’t help it.”

Sho smiles, a slow curling of his lips. “You got selfish, then?”

Jun gives a stiff nod.

Sho wraps his arms tighter around his neck, pulling him closer. “I got selfish too, you know. When I kissed you on the cheek.”

That’s something Jun actually deduced.

“Matsumoto-san?”

Jun hums in question.

“When we return to Japan, will you go out with me?”

Sho said all of that in one breath, and it came out rushed and flustered. He looks like someone with a stomach flu, and Jun can’t help teasing him just to see how he’d react.

“As your escort?” he asks with one perfectly raised eyebrow.

Sho’s face goes entirely blank and Jun laughs.

“As my boyfriend.” Sho’s looking right at him. “For real, this time.”

“For real,” Jun repeats, his face breaking into another smile when Sho pouts.

“Is that a yes?” Sho asks, then his voice goes softer. “Please say yes. Or if you don’t want to, please say so and forget my face after so I can crawl under a rock and spend the rest of my days there devoid of human contact, in perpetual isolation and—”

“Sho-san,” Jun says over his rambling, shaking his head in disbelief. “It’s been yes since I saw you cry at those emperor penguins.”

They’re not dancing anymore, so Jun remains in place, looking at Sho questioningly.

Then Sho simply draws him closer and Jun bridges the gap, fisting at Sho’s still-crooked tie so he can kiss the pleased smile off Sho’s mouth.

He’s always wanted this—to know how Sho’s lips feel when they’re pressed against his own, to discover for himself how Sho tastes like. He tugs Sho closer to him, their knees knocking. He reaches up, holds Sho’s face in both hands now, smiles against Sho’s mouth every time Sho makes this tiny noise of satisfaction.

They break apart when they can feel eyes on them, and Sho wets his lips in a nervous gesture.

“Don’t turn your head,” Sho warns. “Aiba-chan’s really smiling at me. Satoshi-kun is flashing me a thumbs up, and pretty much everyone here is grinning.”

Jun just laughs, plants a quick peck on the angle of Sho’s lips.

“Want to get out of here?” Jun asks, not bothering to disguise the husk in his voice.

“Take me home,” Sho whispers with an expectant grin.

And Jun does.

--

As soon as the door of 703 shuts behind them and Jun has the keycard inserted in the slot, Sho’s on him.

Which he doesn’t mind.

Jun meets Sho’s kisses with the same eagerness, hands going behind Sho to cup his ass, finding it as perky as he expected it to be. He smiles against Sho’s lips, unable to hide his satisfaction at his discovery.

The trip to the bed is short, but before Sho manages to push him back, he resists.

Sho pulls away with his head tilted, eyes blinking in confusion.

“I have something to say,” Jun tells him, but he keeps his hands on Sho’s backside.

“Okay,” Sho says, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on Jun’s jaw. “I’m listening.”

Sho’s mouth is an effective distraction, and Jun can’t suppress the pleased sighs he ends up making as Sho’s lips reach his ear.

“I’m not going to quit my job.” He feels Sho halt in his exploration. “I’m not. I’m an escort. I’m going to continue being an escort. I do have to pay the agency for all the problems that I caused when I refunded your money. So I can’t quit. And even if it’s possible, I’m not quitting because I don’t want to. I like what I do.”

Sho draws back, just enough for their eyes to meet.

“I wasn’t going to ask you to quit,” Sho tells him with a tiny smile. “I would never ask that of you. I know how important that job is to you. I can’t say I understand everything that goes on in it, but if you’re happy there, then who am I to ask you to stop doing it?”

Jun schools his features to impassiveness despite wanting to do nothing else but to kiss Sho and to never stop. He’s used to his past relationships asking him to find another job since it takes up a lot of his time and at the most, Jun only gets the weekends free when he asks for it from his manager. He’s accustomed to people looking down on what he does; people have odd mindsets when it came to work that also involved sex.

“It won’t be easy,” Jun says. “I don’t think we’d be able to meet as often as we’d like once we’re back in Tokyo. You have a busy schedule, and mine is one appointment after another. I still have to negotiate for my weekends.”

Sho just smiles. “I’m positive they’ll hammer me with one project after another once I get back. But I wouldn’t ask you out if I wasn’t willing to try.”

“I wouldn’t say yes if I wasn’t willing, too,” Jun clarifies.

“We’re not going to rush into this,” Sho promises. Then he laughs a bit. “Though I guess we are rushing quite a bit here.” He gestures to the both of them, so close to the bed and hands on each other.

“We’re not rushing,” Jun says, and he flips them so he can push Sho on the bed, placing his knees on either side of him and tilting his face up. “We’re making up for the last time. You did leave me hanging.”

“Let’s hope I don’t get another cramp,” Sho jokes, and Jun kisses him to shut him up.

“Don’t jinx it,” he admonishes, and Sho meets him in another kiss while laughing.

They remain like that for a while, hands on each other and mouths meeting wantonly. Sho’s hands find Jun’s tie and he makes quick work on it, flinging it to their side before moving to Jun’s shirt buttons.

Jun lets his hands roam, but he’s quicker and more impatient than Sho, yanking Sho’s dress shirt from his slacks and unbuttoning them starting from the bottom. He saves Sho’s tie for last, undoing it to toss it at their side.

“Did we get to do this the last time?” Sho asks, pushing Jun’s shirt off his shoulders.

Jun maneuvers his arms so they can discard his shirt. “No. We didn’t get to this part. But better late than never.”

He stands and stops Sho with a finger between them. “Stay there. Watch.”

Sho’s eyes are dark now, and he gives Jun a slow nod.

“Go slowly,” Sho says when Jun’s hands hover on the buckle of his belt. “Slowly.”

Jun won’t deny him. He makes a show of it, undoing the buckle slowly and going slower as he pulls the belt free from the loops. Without the belt, his slacks lower a bit, exposing his hipbones.

Jun licks his lips, running a finger over the button of his slacks and moving upward, following the trail of dark hair that leads up to his navel. He pops the button open after, fingering the zipper and dragging it down slowly, just as Sho asked for.

It takes Jun a couple of tries to completely lower his zipper; his erection is beginning to strain in his slacks. Seeing Sho seated on the edge of the bed, watching him open-mouthed makes heat pool in his gut. He wants to prolong this, to see what Sho would do once he gets impatient. He lets his slacks drop to the floor, stepping over them.

When he meets Sho’s eyes, there’s nothing but black there.

“Can I—?” Sho asks shakily, his breathing turning labored.

“Yes,” Jun says, despite not knowing what Sho’s asking for.

Sho reaches for him, almost knocking him off-balance, but Sho’s grip on the back of his thighs act as leverage. Jun grabs both of Sho’s shoulders as Sho presses his face against his navel, breathing him in before raining slow, torturous kisses on his skin.

A gasp escapes from Jun as he shuts his eyes, hands moving to Sho’s head to have him closer. Sho’s tongue soon licks around his navel as he noses the line of hair, straying downward until he reaches the garter of Jun’s boxers.

Sho’s eyes flit to meet his, and there’s an unspoken question there. It makes Jun burn for him, wetting his lips unconsciously as he stares at Sho looking up at him, silently asking for permission.

He’ll probably never get tired of this view.

Jun gives a barely perceptible nod, but it’s enough. Sho pops open the button of his boxers, and Jun sighs at the momentary relief as Sho frees his length from its confines. Sho strokes, slow and languid, his grip on Jun almost lax. It’s light and ticklish; Jun shudders as he sighs.

“Look at me,” Sho says, breath ghosting over sensitive skin.

Jun’s eyes snap open, zeroing on Sho before him, on Sho darting out a tongue to wet his lips and leave them glistening.

“I want you to look at me as I do this,” Sho says.

Then Sho tilts his head, compensating for the height difference by ducking down a bit. The first lick on Jun’s shaft has Jun’s eyes drifting shut, but he forces them open and watches as Sho begins sucking.

Sho goes slow, letting just the tip inside his mouth, his eyes never leaving Jun’s. He gives Jun firm strokes as he moves forward, sliding his lips over Jun’s length as far as he can go.

The feel of Sho’s mouth on him is making his thighs shake, all wet and hot suction that gradually increases in pace. Jun continues watching, admiring the increasing redness of Sho’s full lips. When his toes are curling, he stops Sho with a squeeze to his shoulder.

Sho hollows his cheeks one last time before letting Jun’s cock slide out of his mouth, licking away the thread of saliva that clung to the tip.

“Always wanted to do that,” Sho husks, helping Jun out of his underwear.

“Always?”

Sho presses his cheek against the inside of Jun’s thigh, inhaling deep. “Since the first rehearsal day, when you shook these hips.” Sho delivers a pinch to the crest, and Jun squirms in surprise. “Do you always dance like that?”

Jun grins, giving Sho a light shove. Sho leans his weight on the heel of his palms, tilting his head as he stares at Jun’s nakedness unabashedly—greedily.

“Only when you’re watching,” Jun says, hands moving to grab Sho’s belt buckle.

“We’re not going slow anymore?” Sho asks with a smug smile as Jun tosses the belt behind him, fingers opening the button and fumbling with Sho’s zipper.

“We’re way past slow now,” Jun says, lowering Sho’s slacks and underwear at the same time. Sho’s hard, precome pearling at the tip, and Jun can’t resist swiping his finger over the slit before sucking his finger into his mouth.

“I’ll be right back,” Jun promises, kissing Sho briefly. “Get to the middle of the bed.”

Jun leaves to dig inside his bag for condoms and lube, items which he chucks in Sho’s direction. Sho catches the first and has to duck to avoid getting hit by the latter, and Jun laughs as he joins Sho on the bed.

“Could’ve hit me,” Sho complains, then he’s not complaining anymore because Jun goes back to kissing him, their bodies aligning. Sho’s hands move to Jun’s back, clutching at his shoulders, and Jun breaks off the kiss to nip and suck at Sho’s neck.

He keeps Sho distracted until Sho’s arching under him, nails digging onto his back. “Jun,” Sho is saying, and Jun nips on his earlobe.

“Again,” Jun orders, licking the shell of Sho’s ear. “Say my name again.”

“Jun,” Sho acquiesces, and Jun can’t help delivering a playful bite on the curve of Sho’s jaw, hiding his smile there. He likes how Sho sounds—breathy and desperate, like Sho’s aching for him and wants more but only what he’s willing to give.

It makes blood rush straight to Jun’s cock. He reaches for the lube and applies some on his fingers, pulling back to show them to Sho.

“Watch,” Jun says again, reaching back and bracing himself on one arm, his finger tracing his hole tentatively before sliding in. It’s a strenuous position, but Jun has always been flexible, spine curving a bit once he can move along with his finger.

Sho’s hands frame his hips, serving as his anchor, and Jun moans, making sure he does it right over Sho’s mouth. Sho plants a chaste kiss to his lips, again and again as Jun prepares himself, one finger joined by another, and eventually another.

It’s a slow process since Jun hasn’t been fucked in a while; it’s usually him doing the fucking. The clients who can afford him (and there weren’t a lot) often had fantasies they entrusted Jun to fulfill, and he always delivered, putting their desires first.

But now that Sho’s here and he’s doing this with Sho not because of any arrangements or for any agreed price, he’s going after what he wants—what he’s always wanted. Sho in him, the two of them moving together according to the pace Jun dictates. He wants to feel Sho, have more of him, all of him if possible.

When he’s loose enough, he fumbles for the condom and tears it open, telling Sho to grab the pillows and put his back against them. Jun’s about to move but Sho grips him hard on the shoulder, stopping him.

There’s this hesitation in Sho’s eyes, barely there but Jun catches it. He cups Sho’s cheek and Sho turns his head to kiss his palm.

“I wanted this,” Jun says, seeing Sho’s eyes clear. “I want you.”

“I want you, too,” Sho tells him. “I just can’t believe it’s happening.”

Sho leans in and Jun allows himself to be distracted by another kiss, but only for a couple of seconds. He pushes Sho back, maneuvering his legs so he’s kneeling on Sho’s side.

Without warning, Jun ducks and wraps his mouth around Sho’s cock, hollowing his cheeks to get him sufficiently wet. He rolls the condom on and grabs the lube, sloppily slicking Sho before scrambling in place.

The way Jun wants this to happen is with him sinking down on Sho’s cock, but Sho did say something about his hips earlier. Jun wants Sho to see his hips and ass while he moves, while he rides Sho until he can’t anymore. He doesn’t face Sho, instead giving the man a view of his back before reaching behind, planting one hand flat on Sho’s abdomen, the other braced on Sho’s thigh as he lowers himself. Sho’s hands grab his hips to guide him, and Jun sighs when Sho enters him, slowly stretching him.

When Jun sinks to the hilt, he stills, waits for his body to adjust. He moves slowly, bracing himself on Sho’s knees when he’s built a rhythm, alternating between undulating and grinding his hips.

“Jun,” he hears behind him, breathless and deep, like it spilled out of Sho unbidden.

Determined to make this good for Sho, Jun leans back, placing his palms flat on the bed on Sho’s either side. Sho bends his legs under him and meets him halfway, and Jun throws his head back, unable to keep himself from groaning when Sho buries himself deeper in him.

An arm ropes around his middle and tugs him down, and Jun’s hands give way, his back hitting Sho’s sweaty chest as Sho’s lips immediately latch onto his neck. They move together, Sho sliding in him over and over, obscene noises of skin against skin filling the room. Jun plants his feet on the mattress, going on tiptoes to allow Sho to move with more force inside him, and with his hand he reaches up, fisting a handful of Sho’s hair.

He faces the side and Sho claims his mouth without any prompting, taking his moans for himself. Jun relishes in the sensation of being filled so perfectly, eyes shut at how good it feels. Sho’s rhythm is beginning to falter. He’s panting against Jun’s cheek, mouthing wetly at the corner of Jun’s mouth.

Then Sho slots his hand between their faces, and Jun watches in a daze as Sho licks his own palm before it disappears, only for Sho to reach for Jun’s cock and stroke him in time with their movements.

Jun no longer holds back, using his legs for leverage, lifting his hips just a little for Sho to be able to fuck him harder while Sho’s hand keeps jerking him off. His thighs tingle and he’s panting, his ears hearing nothing but the frenzied collision of their sweaty bodies.

“Come,” Jun says, and it ends in a choked groan.

“With me,” Sho breathes against his neck.

Sho twists his wrist just right, and Jun arches, head thrown back in a groan as his orgasm gets wrenched out him. His mind becomes full of nothing but a series of yes, his vision snapping away as he momentarily enters a state of pure bliss and contentment. He barely notices Sho finishing right with him, if not for the deep baritone of Sho’s voice shakily uttering his name.

They remain like that for a while, tangled and exhausted but satisfied. Jun inhales and smells the musky scent of sex, and he allows himself to bask in the afterglow for much longer since Sho’s not yet complaining.

“Jun.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re really heavy,” Sho grunts.

“You weren’t complaining about that earlier,” Jun says, but he moves anyway, sighing a little when Sho’s cock slips out of him. He takes care not to roll on his stomach, not wanting to dirty the sheets further. His release clings to his abdomen and he’s beginning to feel sticky and uncomfortable, his joints popping when he sits up and stretches his arms behind his head.

“Do that again,” Sho orders, voice deep. He’s still lying flat on his back, still wearing the condom. It’s a comical sight, but Jun holds back his laughter in favor of asking.

“Do what?”

“That,” Sho says, lips twitching. “That stretch you just did.”

Jun obliges, adding some neck twists for spontaneity, and he hears Sho laugh tiredly.

“That’s really hot,” Sho tells him, a shy smile forming on his face.

Jun only gives him an amused look. So great sex makes Sho honest. “When you’re done lazing around, join me in the shower.” He leaves Sho in bed, groaning when his legs ache a bit as he walks.

He’s barely got the water running when Sho enters the shower, and Jun immediately turns to put his arms around Sho’s neck, dragging him under the spray as they share another kiss. Sho holds his face when they break apart, and Jun combs some of Sho’s hair back to see his eyes.

“I once asked if you enjoy the company of those who hired you and you didn’t answer,” Sho says. He angles his head away from the shower spray, studying Jun’s face. “If I ask it again, right now, will you tell me the truth?”

“Why do you want to know?” Jun asks back, keeping his hands busy by playing with Sho’s wet hair. Sho’s got a large forehead, one that makes Jun smile because without his fringe covering it, he looks older.

“I want to know what makes you happy in your line of work,” Sho reasons. “It can’t just be the money. You told me you get lonely easily.”

Jun looks away, and he feels Sho’s fingers applying pressure on his cheeks. He relents with a sigh, facing Sho once more. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“Do you truly enjoy their company? Or do you enjoy it because they keep you from being lonely?”

“Are you indirectly asking if I’m really happy to be with you?” Jun asks, looking right into Sho’s eyes. “Sho-san. We’ve had a misunderstanding over this the last time. If there’s something you want to know, don’t go the long way and just tell me.”

“It’s been a while for me, Jun,” Sho says as a reminder. He lets out a quiet chuckle. “I’m still not used to calling you that.”

“You called me that multiple times a while ago,” Jun husks, leaning forward to nip at the angle of Sho’s jaw. “I like it. I like it when you say my name. And just to get us back on topic, yes, I know it’s been some time for you. I’m not rushing you. But after all we just did, after that fuck we just had—”

Sho’s laughing now, his shoulders shaking.

“—you can’t just join me in the shower and ask if I really wanted it, if I truly want this. That’s stupid and it doesn’t make sense.” Jun traces Sho’s laugh lines with his thumbs. “I enjoy your company not because I’m prone to loneliness. I enjoy your company because I like being with you.”

“Not because you like me?” Sho teases, poking his side.

Jun squirms as a reaction, giving Sho a playful shove. “Don’t push it.”

“Satoshi-kun said you like me,” Sho says, sounding smug now. “Are you saying he’s a liar? Aiba-chan too?”

“Who told Aiba-san?” Jun demands.

“Ah so it’s true!” Sho says, pointing at him.

Jun can’t believe he fell for a cheap trick like that. “Come here,” he says, grabbing Sho by the hips and cupping his jaw, angling his face towards the shower spray. Sho resists, still laughing, elbowing Jun’s side and tickling him as a result, making him step back.

Before he realizes it, Sho’s on him, wrapping an arm around his body to push him towards the spray. They continue at it, trying to get the other choke on water without slipping, and because Sho seems to know where to poke to make Jun let go, Jun soon finds himself pressed against the shower tiles, Sho gripping his wrists tight.

“Didn’t think you’d be defeated that easily,” Sho says, laughing again at his face.

“Once I free myself from here, you’re getting it,” Jun threatens, but it’s mostly empty since he does like the feeling of Sho crowding in his space, the two of them so close despite the shower being big enough to fit four.

Sho just smiles. “I like you too,” he says suddenly.

It’s one thing to know and another thing to hear, and Jun can only take so much before he gives in to a relieved chuckle. He finally hears it from Sho himself. Sho, the type who beats around the bush when he’s nervous, finally tells him what he’s always wanted to hear.

“That being said,” Sho adds, leaning closer to whisper in his ear, “your studded pompom shoes are very ugly.”

That did it. Jun frees himself from Sho’s grip and maneuvers Sho’s body, directs Sho’s face under the shower spray.

His laughter reverberates against the shower tiles when Sho splutters.

--

Sho’s on his stomach on the bed by the time Jun emerges from the bathroom. After their joint decision that they can’t take a bath together since they’re unable to keep their hands off each other, Sho left for the tub and cleaned himself there while Jun used the shower.

The sheets have been changed and Sho’s on his phone, but he opted to lie around naked, displaying his bare ass in Jun’s direction as he scrolls through what Jun assumes to be food reviews.

It’s a view Jun can get used to.

“All my clothes are still at Aiba-chan’s,” Sho says without looking at him, still fixated on his phone.

“That’s okay,” Jun reassures him. “You’re not going to need them anytime soon.”

Jun discards his bathrobe and joins Sho on the bed, situating himself right on top of Sho’s body and hooking his chin on Sho’s shoulder.

“I knew you were looking up what we can eat,” Jun says, smiling when he sees a colorful menu of a local restaurant along with a star rating on each meal.

“I feel like the wedding dinner was days ago,” Sho tells him.

Instead of replying, Jun proceeds to kiss the descent of Sho’s shoulder. Sho smells fresh, his skin smooth and cool under Jun’s lips. He travels lower, hearing Sho sigh contentedly.

“I’m going to call a restaurant now,” Sho says.

“Go ahead,” Jun murmurs in between kisses.

When he hears Sho switch to english as he speaks with a restaurant staff, he proceeds to lick at the dip between Sho’s shoulder blades, smiling at Sho’s answering shudder. Sho looks over his shoulder and gives him a pointed look, and Jun just smirks, a finger hovering on his own lips

“Wouldn’t want to scandalize whoever you’re talking to,” he whispers before licking the patch of skin under his lips. Jun wouldn’t mind doing another body shots right now, only that this time, he gets to taste Sho’s back instead of his front. But then again, this is much more fun when there’s no alcohol involved and he’s completely sober; he can hear every little noise Sho tries hard to suppress.

“Yes,” Sho says in english, and it sounds like a hiss, making Jun smile against the crest of Sho’s hip. “Two orders of that, please.”

Jun lets his lips linger, brushing over the dimples on Sho’s ass. He can’t help squeezing a buttock, liking how plump it feels in his hand. Above him, Sho doesn’t quite manage to suppress a shiver, knuckles turning white around his phone.

Jun crawls back up so he can whisper in Sho’s ear, “I want to try something.”

Sho only throws a questioning look at him, and Jun drops a quick kiss to Sho’s temple. “It’ll be good, trust me.”

“Fine,” Sho says in the corner of his mouth, covering the phone so the mic can’t pick it up. He’s still finalizing their order, and Jun scrambles to get in place.

He gives each of Sho’s asscheeks an appreciative squeeze, spreads them, and ducks, pressing his tongue against the crack. Sho jolts in surprise but Jun holds him in place, licking around the ring of muscle while still listening for Sho’s reactions.

Jun hears something like “16.95 dollars, yes,” uttered so breathlessly that he almost laughs. He wonders what Sho sounds like to whoever he’s speaking to because Jun is particularly adamant about undoing him.

When Jun lifts his head, he sees Sho casting the phone aside and glaring at him.

“Were you trying to make me come while I was on the phone?” Sho demands, but it lacks bite.

Jun blinks innocently. “I told you it’d be good. You liked it, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the point.”

Jun laughs. “Oh Sho-san,” he says, fond and amused. He crawls back up, slotting his face in the junction between Sho’s neck and shoulder once more.

“Say,” Sho begins, and Jun just hums in question, “would you charge me if I ask you to fuck me?”

Jun can’t help sinking his teeth into the meat of Sho’s shoulder playfully, hiding his pleased grin there. “Since you asked nicely, it’s for free.”

Sho lifts his hand in front of them, revealing a condom packet he’s got trapped between his index and middle fingers. Jun laughs, swipes the condom from Sho and kisses his cheek in thanks. He pulls back a little to pick up the lube from the nightstand, then he gets to work, putting his knees on either side of Sho while slicking his fingers.

“The delivery will arrive in ten minutes, by the way,” Sho informs him, sighing when Jun slips a finger inside. “Scratch that, we’ve only got nine minutes.”

“Then we’ll fuck fast,” Jun promises, and he starts scissoring.

Soon Sho’s rolled over onto his back, the pillow Jun had as a barrier between them in those other nights now placed under his hips, acting as support while Jun drives into him. Sho’s nails are embedded on his biceps, scratching and marking, making Jun hiss in combined pain and pleasure.

“Harder,” Sho begs. “Oh just like that, Jun—”

Jun bites onto Sho’s clavicle, knowing he found the right angle. Sho’s repeatedly moaning his name, not caring if his voice is too loud and will echo should anyone approach their door, and Jun finds that he doesn’t give a damn either.

Delivery guy or not, they can wait until he and Sho are done.

Jun’s close since it’s the second time for tonight and Sho feels absolutely perfect around him. It doesn’t take him much, just a choked groan from Sho as he clenches around Jun. When Jun eases himself out, he doesn’t go far.

He takes Sho into his mouth, sucking him off messily, intent on getting him off quickly. Sho lets out another loud moan, fingers tangling in Jun’s locks and tugging until Jun feels warmth flood his mouth. He pulls back a bit to have all of it, dropping a parting kiss to the tip before he looms over Sho once more.

“One day,” Sho huffs, tracing his mouth, “I’m going to kiss all the marks on your body.”

Before Jun can comment on Sho being silly after good sex, their doorbell rings.

That would be the delivery. Jun’s amazed at how fast that spontaneous round was; they still made it on time.

“I’m not getting that,” Jun says before Sho can make any demands, rolling on his back to strip off the condom. “I’m not the one who ordered it.”

Sho groans, but he gets up anyway, picking up Jun’s bathrobe and wrapping it around himself.

“How do I look?” Sho asks, and Jun laughs. Sho’s still flushed, skin still glistening with sweat, his hair mussed and mouth swollen from Jun’s kisses.

It’s way too late for modesty.

“Freshly fucked,” Jun answers honestly.

Sho’s cheeks grow a bit more pinkish, but he heads to the door anyway, much to Jun’s delight. When Jun braces himself on his forearms to take a peek, he sees that Sho only opened the door halfway and is handing over the money without looking at the delivery person.

He laughs, truly amused at the sight. He hears the door closing and Sho picks up a cushion from the couch to fling it to his face.

“I think that guy could totally smell the sex off me,” Sho says, clicking his tongue. “Stop laughing.”

But Jun can’t help it, hiding his face behind the back of his hand as he gives in to another chuckle.

“We’re totally doing that again,” Jun says as he sits up, accepting the chopsticks from Sho. Sho’s choice of a midnight meal led to their room smelling like sweat, sex, and soba—an unlikely combination which also feels very Sho.

“We’re not,” Sho says, slurping his noodles and letting out a happy sigh, his cheeks bloated. Jun missed seeing him eat; Sho always ate with gusto, like everything is delicious for him and he’s thankful for the meal regardless of what it is.

“We can call for room service next time,” Jun suggests, throwing in a wink in Sho’s direction.

“Jun, has anyone ever told you that your sex drive seems uncontainable?”

“Says the guy begging me earlier. I never heard you say no.”

“That’s because you’re a bad influence,” Sho retorts, but there’s already a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I think you like that about me.”

(5/5)

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that confession was great! Jun was so smart! And the way they got together was so adorable!