For All The Right Reasons - Chapter 10
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learashiPairing: Sakumoto
Rating: This chapter NC-17
Genre: m-preg, romance, au
Disclaimer: This is entirely fiction, and couldn’t exist anywhere else but in my head.
Summary: Sakurai Sho has always achieved everything he's ever wanted in his successful business life. Why is it so different in his personal life? Sho has no idea that anything is even wrong with his marriage until he comes home one night and finds his young husband gone. Will he be able to find Jun and make things right between them again?
Previously: CH 1, CH 2, CH 3, CH 4, CH 5, CH 6, CH 7, CH 8, CH 9
“Can't I at least do the trim?" Jun asked plaintively from the doorway.
"No chance. Paint fumes from a whole room full of wet paint are bad for pregnant people," Sho replied as he continued to roll the light purple paint onto the wall.
"But I'm more experienced at this than you are," Jun replied, edging into the nursery. "And water based paints are perfectly safe if the room is well ventilated."
"I'm not taking any chances with either your health or with that of our little cherry tomato," Sho said. He put down the paint roller and wrapped his arms around Jun's waist pressing his hands onto his husband's six months pregnant belly. He recoiled with shock as he felt a tiny thud against the palm of his hand.
"What? What was that? Should I call the doctor?" Sho babbled as he jerked away from Jun's body.
"You felt that?" Jun was looking at him with wide eyes. "The baby kicked."
They both stared down at Jun's belly in astonishment as Sho pressed his hands back over the bulge, laughing as he felt another barely perceptible movement.
"See? Cherry agrees that I should help," Jun said.
"Well, I take it as a sign that our baby agrees with me," Sho replied as he attempted to steer Jun from the room.
Jun resisted, playfully wrestling with Sho as he attempted to reach to paint brush resting on the bottom rung of the ladder.
"Oh no you don't," Sho said as he lifted Jun off his feet and slung him over his shoulder.
Jun wriggled and protested the whole way as Sho carried him to their bedroom, squeaking in protest as he found himself being dumped on his back onto the bed.
Sho's eyes were dark as he pinned Jun to the mattress, pulling up his shirt to expose his rounded belly. He bent his head and kissed the soft skin before licking a wet stripe from Jun's navel to the bottom of his ribcage.
Jun gasped in response, stunned by the sudden lust visible in his husband's eyes. "S-Sho?"
"You are so sexy," Sho purred. "I want you right now."
Jun moaned as Sho finished unbuttoning his shirt and began to lick at his nipples, teasing them in turn until they were swollen and standing erect from his chest.
Sho hastily removed his own clothes, impatiently pulling his shirt over his head without bothering to undo the buttons first. He yanked down his own trousers and boxers in one go revealing his already stiffly erect cock.
The drawer from the bedside cabinet almost ended up on the floor as Sho hastily pulled it open to grab the bottle of lube that was kept there.
All Jun could do was lie back in a breathlessly confused heap as Sho returned to exploring his body, whipping off his jeans before carefully easing off his underwear over his half hard cock.
Sho returned to kissing and licking Jun's belly, gradually working his way down to the sensitive skin around his hip bones as he eased a slick finger into his entrance.
Jun exclaimed at the sudden intrusion, but his discomfort was soon dulled by Sho taking his cock into his mouth and enthusiastically sucking and teasing him into full hardness.
When Sho began to push inside him Jun tensed slightly as he felt a stretching burn, but then soft lips nuzzled the sensitive spot on his neck and sharp teeth nipped at his earlobe sending electricity down his spine making him forget everything but the need for Sho to fill him with his cock.
Their coupling was fierce and rough, Sho stretching Jun's legs wide as he thrust into him. He was bent forwards trapping Jun's length between his stomach and Jun's protruding belly. The friction on his cock as it was squeezed between them made Jun arch backwards begging for more.
Sho let out a string of unintelligible curses as he slid his hand down Jun's belly, finding his cock and pumping it in time with his hurried thrusts. His movements losing all coordination as he was unable to stop himself from coming, filling Jun up with jerks of his hips.
Jun came with a scream a few moments later overwhelmed by the sensation of Sho's cum splattering against his insides and the relentless pressure of Sho's hand kneading his cock.
Sho quickly pulled out, removing the weight of his body from on top of Jun. His eyes were still dark as he bent down and licked Jun's belly clean, savoring the taste of Jun's cum as he made sure to not miss a single drop of the pearly ejaculate.
When he finally shimmied up the bed to pull Jun tight against his body in a possessive hug, Sho found his husband looking at him with a shocked and confused expression.
"What just happened?" Jun asked shakily.
"We had sex?"
"That's not what I meant. Did you just get off from my pregnant belly?"
"Um...maybe," Sho replied, looking a little confused himself. "Was that perverted? Did I make you feel creeped out."
"No! It was incredible. You made me feel so sexy just when I'm starting to feel fat and unattractive," Jun replied, snuggling tightly against Sho's side before slipping into a satisfied sleep.
When Jun woke up a couple of hours later he was clean and tucked under the covers. There was a note beside the bed from Sho saying that he had to go in to work for a while but that he would bring dinner home with him.
Thinking that he could take advantage of Sho's absence he dressed himself and headed to the nursery, planning to finish the painting while his husband was elsewhere. To his great dismay though, the door was securely locked. There was a sign pinned to the outside reading "No Entry - this means you" with photograph of himself stuck below it.
It was impossible to even be annoyed, Sho was just being protective of those he loved.
His plans being thwarted, Jun decided to take a walk to the bakery instead and pick up some dessert to go with the takeaway. He knew that Aiba would be working and hopefully he would have time for a chat.
Ohno had refused to allow him to work until he was completely assured that there were no further problems after the accident so perhaps if he showed him the latest scan of the baby he might finally allow him back part time. He was beginning to get a little stir crazy from being alone at the apartment most of the time.
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Jun was humming under his breath as he slowly walked into the bakery as he pondered what to buy. The walk had cheered him up immensely but his back and hips were aching most horribly from the earlier rough lovemaking by the time he arrived.
He was caught completely unawares by the yelling and slamming coming from the kitchen before he was almost knocked off his feet by a tearful Chinen rushing past him and out the front door slamming it so hard behind him that it was a miracle that the glass didn't shatter.
Knocked off balance Jun almost fell but Aiba was fast enough to catch hold of his elbow and steer him to a chair. Jun hit the hard seat with a wince, which immediately made Aiba start to fuss over him.
"Jun is everything okay? Did he hit your stomach?" Aiba asked as he ran his hands over Jun's belly.
Jun batted his friend's hands away, "It's not my belly that hurts. I'm fine."
"Then what?"
"Sho and I...we...um...were intimate earlier and we got a bit carried away. I'm just a bit stiff," Jun replied feeling the blush creep up his neck as he spoke.
Aiba burst into a fit of laughter, amused at Jun's discomfort, only to be yelled at from the back kitchen by a very angry Ohno. The next thing they heard was the slam of the door to Ohno's private office.
Jun was shocked at the behaviour of the usually placid man. "What on earth?"
"He and Nino had some sort of fight three days ago and he's been like this ever since. He just abused Chinen because he was stirring the custard in the wrong direction, poor little guy," Aiba replied with a sigh. "Nino hasn't been back since and Ohno-san just gets grumpier with every passing day."
Jun hastily bought some mini cheesecakes, a tomato quiche and some milk buns before leaving again. There was no point in trying to talk to Ohno when was in this sort of mood. But perhaps Nino would be more forthcoming.
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It took a good two minutes for Nino to open the door in response to Jun's knocks.
"What do you want? Are you trying to wear a hole in my door? Can't a person have even a minute’s peace?" Nino snarked as he flung back the door, his annoyed expression changing to one of horror as he realized who he was talking to.
"Hello Nino, nice to see you looking so good," Jun said sarcastically.
Nino was wearing a stained t-shirt and saggy sweatpants. His hair was uncombed and it didn't look like he'd slept in days.
Jun had phoned Sho as he left the bakery assuming that Nino would be at the office with him, but apparently he'd called in sick and hadn't been to work for the last few days.
"J-Jun I'm sorry." The last thing Nino wanted was to offend his boss's husband even if he did count him as a friend.
"Don't worry, I'm only joking. You look like you should be in bed," Jun replied as he slipped off his shoes and walked into Nino's apartment dragging the smaller man behind him as he did so. "Go have a shower while I tidy this place up a bit."
"But..."
"No arguments. You know that you shouldn't upset someone in my condition," Jun said, sticking his belly out as far as possible and trying to look helpless.
Nino narrowed his eyes at him but instead of arguing, meekly went to the bathroom while Jun cleared away the worst of the clutter.
When Nino emerged in his bathrobe, Jun steered him to his bed where he'd laid out a set of pyjamas for him to wear.
"Put these on and I will bring you a snack," Jun said as he folded back the covers.
Nino looked as if he was about fifteen years old in the baggy pyjamas and with his hair hanging down over his eyebrows.
Jun quickly brought back a tray laden with the milk buns and two mugs of hot chocolate. He handed one to Nino and kept one for himself as he plopped himself down on the edge of the bed, making it dip and almost spill the milky contents of Nino's mug onto the sheets.
"Don't even think about making a comment about my weight," Jun warned. "Or else I will confiscate your milk buns."
Nino glared at Jun but he was missing Ohno's baking so badly after three days that he was willing to forgo the opportunity to make fun of his newest friend.
"So, what did you do to Ohno-san?" Jun asked bluntly.
"Nothing," Nino mumbled, not quite meeting Jun's eyes.
"Then what did he do to you?"
"Nothing!"
"Then what happened? Why do you look like you've been crying non-stop for three days and why is he in such a bad mood?"
"H-he is?"
"He made Chinen cry," Jun said, taking a bite of bun. "It was like watching someone kick a tiny puppy."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that our private issues would affect everyone else."
"So you argued?"
"He asked me to go away for the weekend with him and I turned him down," Nino said in a flat voice as he poked at the surface of his hot chocolate with his finger tip.
"But why? I thought you liked him?"
"He wanted to go fishing."
"But you've gone fishing with him before. What was different this time?"
"A boat."
"Boat?"
"He wanted to hire a boat for the weekend. The whole weekend, even overnight."
"And you aren't ready to spend the night with him?" Jun asked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get too personal."
"No, it's fine...actually it makes me kind of happy to have someone to talk to about this stuff." Nino was secretly pleased to have a friend that he was close enough to be able talk about these sort of things for the first time in his life.
"So if sleeping with him wasn't the problem, then what was?"
"Like I already said, it was the boat." Nino suddenly looked ashamed. "I get seasick. And by sick I mean lying on the floor in a pool of my own vomit after throwing up what feels like everything I have ever eaten since I was born. You have no idea of the utter misery and despair that I experience for hours at a time."
Instead of words of sympathy, Jun snorted with laughter, almost choking himself on his hot chocolate. "No, of course someone who spent almost four months straight throwing up at least once a day and sometimes up to five or six times couldn't possibly have the slightest idea of what you're talking about."
"Sorry. I forgot." Nino couldn't help laughing at his own denseness.
"So what did he say when you told him?"
"I...didn't actually tell him. I said no and before I could explain he huffed off. He hasn't spoken to me since. I really stuffed up," Nino's voice cracked with his last words and a stray tear trickled down his cheek.
"Have you tried to speak to him?"
"Well...no...I...I thought that if he wanted to talk to me then he'd be in touch. But I haven't heard from him since so I figure that we're over."
"Nino, since when have you been shy?" Jun asked, taking the mug from Nino before he spilt the contents over himself.
Nino looked at him like a trapped animal. "Please don't make me talk to him."
"You made me talk to Sho."
"That's different, you guys love each other."
"And don't you?"
"We..I...he..um."
Jun had never seen Nino lost for words like this. It made him realize that under his tough shell there lurked a vulnerable and soft hearted soul. He gently tucked the covers around Nino's shoulders and murmured words of comfort as he sat with him until he finally fell asleep.
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Jun knew that Nino and Ohno-san might hate him forever, but he couldn't just leave things as they were. He stepped into the living room and pulled out his phone. He needed to sort this misunderstanding out immediately.
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Ohno practically fell through the door as Jun opened it, so eager was he to see how Nino was doing.
Jun felt slightly guilty at telling his boss that Nino was sick and needed looking after, but he'd told his conscience that the most important thing was to get the two of them together again.
Ohno was holding a large thermos in one hand and a stuffed bear in the other.
He obviously saw the way that Jun was looking at the bear and hastened to explain himself. "The bear has lavender and wheat inside. You heat it in the microwave and hold it on your stomach or back to ease aches and pains. And I've brought chicken soup as well since you didn't tell me exactly what's wrong with Nino."
"It's his heart that's the problem," Jun said, taking the soup from Ohno but leaving him the bear.
"Is it serious?" Ohno asked paling noticeably.
"It will be if you don't go in there and make up your argument. His heart is breaking since you two stopped talking. Please let him explain why he didn't want to go on the boat. It had nothing to do with not wanting to be with you."
"Is he that upset over me?" Ohno looked quite pleased at the thought.
"If you must know, then yes he really is. So get in there and talk things through. And I don't want you coming out until it's sorted," Jun said firmly.
"But what if he doesn't want to talk?" Ohno asked meekly.
"You don't want to upset a pregnant person do you?" Jun asked as he attempted to make himself look as pathetic as possible. He was beginning to enjoy this whole using his present condition to make people do things bit perhaps a little too much, but he figured it was all in a good cause.
Jun plastered an encouraging smile on his face and pushed Ohno in the direction of Nino's bedroom. He hung around for a minute or two but when he could hear no raised or angry voices coming from the room, only a quiet murmuring instead, he figured that it was safe to leave the pair to their own devices.
His baby wriggled happily in his belly as if pleased with a job well done as he quietly left the apartment and headed back to his own, where he was sure that Sho would be waiting for him.
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Sho hoped that Jun might be in bed when he finally came home. Things had gotten out of hand at the office and he'd been stuck on the phone with his father with no chance of escape for a ridiculous amount of time. He’d sent Jun a text and arranged for dinner to be delivered to their apartment, hoping that Jun would eat his share and go to sleep but unfortunately he’d apparently decided to wait up for him.
Sho discovered this as he stepped out of his shoes and a decorative cushion from the sofa whizzed past his head, closely followed by one of the souvenir wooden ornaments from Hawaii that usually sat on the coffee table. Fortunately it didn’t break but that was only because its flight was slowed when it hit him smack in the middle of the forehead and bounced onto the floor.
“OW! Jun, have you lost your mind? That really hurt,” Sho yelled as he rubbed the sore spot on his head.
“Maybe I did lose my mind four hours ago when you were supposed to be home,” Jun yelled back before bursting into tears.
Sho immediately forgot his anger and rushed to comfort his distressed husband. “Shhhh baby, don’t cry. It will put your blood pressure up and your doctor will kill me.”
“Where have you been? Why didn’t you call?” Jun sobbed punching at Sho’s chest, resisting as he tried to hold him still.
“But I sent you a text and ordered dinner.” Sho was bewildered as to why Jun was so frenzied.
“I didn’t get a text or any dinner,” Jun yelled, finally pulling himself away from Sho’s grip, only to trip over the ornament that was still lying on the floor. He fell heavily onto his hands and knees, the shock causing his tears to dry up as he hissed with pain.
Sho was there in a second, lifting Jun into his arms and carrying him to the sofa, laying him down lengthways and checking him over for injuries. Jun half sat up and grabbed Sho around the neck, clinging to him as if he was adrift at sea during a storm.
“I thought you forgot about me and then I thought you had an accident somewhere on the way home and then I went back to thinking that you just didn’t care,” Jun sniffed.
“I really did text you,” Sho said as he pulled out his phone only to frown when he realized that he hadn’t actually pressed send. He’d been so distracted by his conversation with his father he hadn’t even noticed. “Oh no! I am so sorry. I’m a complete idiot. But I still don’t know what happened to the food and why it didn’t turn up.”
“I hate this,” Jun said, pulling back from Sho slightly.
“Baby I promise to not let this happen again…”
“That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m sick of being such an emotional basket case. Ever since I’ve been pregnant I’ve turned into some sort of crazy person who changes moods every five minutes. I keep bursting into tears at the slightest provocation…and I can’t believe that I threw things at you…”
“You were justified, I promised to be home hours ago,” Sho said catching hold of Jun and holding him to his chest close enough to be able to feel the pounding of his heart. “As a matter of fact you can punch me if you like,” he added as he grabbed Jun’s tightly clenched fist and held it against his cheek. “C’mon you know you want to!”
Jun started to laugh at Sho’s earnest expression and tried to pull his hand away as Sho tugged it back, which only succeeded in actually hitting Sho quite hard on his cheekbone causing him to squawk with indignation. “Ow, ow, ow! You hit me!”
“You told me to,” Jun replied, spluttering with laughter at Sho’s exaggerated outrage.
“Come here and I’ll kiss it better,” Jun offered, cupping Sho’s face with both hands and drawing him close enough to share a tender kiss.
The moment was ruined as both of their stomachs growled hungrily at the lack of food, making them both laugh. Sho sat on the sofa and pulled Jun onto his lap, desperate to make amends for worrying him earlier.
“I need to make us some dinner no matter how late it is,” Jun reluctantly said after a few minutes of cuddling. “Your cherry tomato is obviously quite hungry and trying to attract my attention, by the amount of wiggling going on down there.”
Sho eagerly placed his hand on Jun’s belly, smiling widely as he felt the barely perceptible movements of his unborn child. He was enjoying himself far too much to allow Jun to slip from his grasp, ignoring his protests and he continued to stroke Jun’s swollen belly through the thin material of his shirt.
A soft knock at the door interrupted their snuggling making Sho reluctantly shift Jun over onto the sofa while he went to answer the door.
“I didn’t know if you guys were still up, but I figured that it was worth a look,” Aiba said as he held out a bag full of takeaway containers. “The delivery guy obviously made a mistake and left these at my place. I just got home from work and found them sitting in front of my door but I noticed that they had your address on the docket.”
“Yay, food,” exclaimed Sho, eagerly snatching the bag from Aiba’s fingers.
“I don’t know how long they’ve been sitting there but I don’t think I’d risk eating it now, especially not you Jun, being pregnant and all,” Aiba said doubtfully as Sho paused with a spring roll halfway to his mouth.
“But I’m hungry,” Sho whined.
Jun sighed and went to get up off the sofa but Aiba pressed him back down. “How about I whip up some fried rice for us all? I’m sure that you must have some leftover plain rice and some vegetables in the fridge somewhere.”
Sho looked confused; cooking was not his thing, at least not beyond frying an egg or two or making super luxurious multi-layer sandwiches filled with exotic ingredients that everyone else refused to eat for some strange reason.
"'You keep Jun company while I whip something up for us all to eat," Aiba said as he bustled into the kitchen.
"So why were you stuck at the office anyway?" Jun asked as he rubbed his sore knees.
"I was stuck on the phone with my father. The apartments in this building aren't selling as well as they should and he wanted me to come up with a solution," Sho said with more than a hint of humility, remembering Jun's words during their argument.
"Well in that case then Jun is definitely the one to fix it," Aiba called out from the kitchen, obviously not ashamed at listening in to their conversation.
Jun was looking at Sho with eyes that were wide with excitement, eager to finally have a way to make some sort of contribution to his husband's work if only he could convince him to let him try.
Rating: This chapter NC-17
Genre: m-preg, romance, au
Disclaimer: This is entirely fiction, and couldn’t exist anywhere else but in my head.
Summary: Sakurai Sho has always achieved everything he's ever wanted in his successful business life. Why is it so different in his personal life? Sho has no idea that anything is even wrong with his marriage until he comes home one night and finds his young husband gone. Will he be able to find Jun and make things right between them again?
Previously: CH 1, CH 2, CH 3, CH 4, CH 5, CH 6, CH 7, CH 8, CH 9
“Can't I at least do the trim?" Jun asked plaintively from the doorway.
"No chance. Paint fumes from a whole room full of wet paint are bad for pregnant people," Sho replied as he continued to roll the light purple paint onto the wall.
"But I'm more experienced at this than you are," Jun replied, edging into the nursery. "And water based paints are perfectly safe if the room is well ventilated."
"I'm not taking any chances with either your health or with that of our little cherry tomato," Sho said. He put down the paint roller and wrapped his arms around Jun's waist pressing his hands onto his husband's six months pregnant belly. He recoiled with shock as he felt a tiny thud against the palm of his hand.
"What? What was that? Should I call the doctor?" Sho babbled as he jerked away from Jun's body.
"You felt that?" Jun was looking at him with wide eyes. "The baby kicked."
They both stared down at Jun's belly in astonishment as Sho pressed his hands back over the bulge, laughing as he felt another barely perceptible movement.
"See? Cherry agrees that I should help," Jun said.
"Well, I take it as a sign that our baby agrees with me," Sho replied as he attempted to steer Jun from the room.
Jun resisted, playfully wrestling with Sho as he attempted to reach to paint brush resting on the bottom rung of the ladder.
"Oh no you don't," Sho said as he lifted Jun off his feet and slung him over his shoulder.
Jun wriggled and protested the whole way as Sho carried him to their bedroom, squeaking in protest as he found himself being dumped on his back onto the bed.
Sho's eyes were dark as he pinned Jun to the mattress, pulling up his shirt to expose his rounded belly. He bent his head and kissed the soft skin before licking a wet stripe from Jun's navel to the bottom of his ribcage.
Jun gasped in response, stunned by the sudden lust visible in his husband's eyes. "S-Sho?"
"You are so sexy," Sho purred. "I want you right now."
Jun moaned as Sho finished unbuttoning his shirt and began to lick at his nipples, teasing them in turn until they were swollen and standing erect from his chest.
Sho hastily removed his own clothes, impatiently pulling his shirt over his head without bothering to undo the buttons first. He yanked down his own trousers and boxers in one go revealing his already stiffly erect cock.
The drawer from the bedside cabinet almost ended up on the floor as Sho hastily pulled it open to grab the bottle of lube that was kept there.
All Jun could do was lie back in a breathlessly confused heap as Sho returned to exploring his body, whipping off his jeans before carefully easing off his underwear over his half hard cock.
Sho returned to kissing and licking Jun's belly, gradually working his way down to the sensitive skin around his hip bones as he eased a slick finger into his entrance.
Jun exclaimed at the sudden intrusion, but his discomfort was soon dulled by Sho taking his cock into his mouth and enthusiastically sucking and teasing him into full hardness.
When Sho began to push inside him Jun tensed slightly as he felt a stretching burn, but then soft lips nuzzled the sensitive spot on his neck and sharp teeth nipped at his earlobe sending electricity down his spine making him forget everything but the need for Sho to fill him with his cock.
Their coupling was fierce and rough, Sho stretching Jun's legs wide as he thrust into him. He was bent forwards trapping Jun's length between his stomach and Jun's protruding belly. The friction on his cock as it was squeezed between them made Jun arch backwards begging for more.
Sho let out a string of unintelligible curses as he slid his hand down Jun's belly, finding his cock and pumping it in time with his hurried thrusts. His movements losing all coordination as he was unable to stop himself from coming, filling Jun up with jerks of his hips.
Jun came with a scream a few moments later overwhelmed by the sensation of Sho's cum splattering against his insides and the relentless pressure of Sho's hand kneading his cock.
Sho quickly pulled out, removing the weight of his body from on top of Jun. His eyes were still dark as he bent down and licked Jun's belly clean, savoring the taste of Jun's cum as he made sure to not miss a single drop of the pearly ejaculate.
When he finally shimmied up the bed to pull Jun tight against his body in a possessive hug, Sho found his husband looking at him with a shocked and confused expression.
"What just happened?" Jun asked shakily.
"We had sex?"
"That's not what I meant. Did you just get off from my pregnant belly?"
"Um...maybe," Sho replied, looking a little confused himself. "Was that perverted? Did I make you feel creeped out."
"No! It was incredible. You made me feel so sexy just when I'm starting to feel fat and unattractive," Jun replied, snuggling tightly against Sho's side before slipping into a satisfied sleep.
When Jun woke up a couple of hours later he was clean and tucked under the covers. There was a note beside the bed from Sho saying that he had to go in to work for a while but that he would bring dinner home with him.
Thinking that he could take advantage of Sho's absence he dressed himself and headed to the nursery, planning to finish the painting while his husband was elsewhere. To his great dismay though, the door was securely locked. There was a sign pinned to the outside reading "No Entry - this means you" with photograph of himself stuck below it.
It was impossible to even be annoyed, Sho was just being protective of those he loved.
His plans being thwarted, Jun decided to take a walk to the bakery instead and pick up some dessert to go with the takeaway. He knew that Aiba would be working and hopefully he would have time for a chat.
Ohno had refused to allow him to work until he was completely assured that there were no further problems after the accident so perhaps if he showed him the latest scan of the baby he might finally allow him back part time. He was beginning to get a little stir crazy from being alone at the apartment most of the time.
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Jun was humming under his breath as he slowly walked into the bakery as he pondered what to buy. The walk had cheered him up immensely but his back and hips were aching most horribly from the earlier rough lovemaking by the time he arrived.
He was caught completely unawares by the yelling and slamming coming from the kitchen before he was almost knocked off his feet by a tearful Chinen rushing past him and out the front door slamming it so hard behind him that it was a miracle that the glass didn't shatter.
Knocked off balance Jun almost fell but Aiba was fast enough to catch hold of his elbow and steer him to a chair. Jun hit the hard seat with a wince, which immediately made Aiba start to fuss over him.
"Jun is everything okay? Did he hit your stomach?" Aiba asked as he ran his hands over Jun's belly.
Jun batted his friend's hands away, "It's not my belly that hurts. I'm fine."
"Then what?"
"Sho and I...we...um...were intimate earlier and we got a bit carried away. I'm just a bit stiff," Jun replied feeling the blush creep up his neck as he spoke.
Aiba burst into a fit of laughter, amused at Jun's discomfort, only to be yelled at from the back kitchen by a very angry Ohno. The next thing they heard was the slam of the door to Ohno's private office.
Jun was shocked at the behaviour of the usually placid man. "What on earth?"
"He and Nino had some sort of fight three days ago and he's been like this ever since. He just abused Chinen because he was stirring the custard in the wrong direction, poor little guy," Aiba replied with a sigh. "Nino hasn't been back since and Ohno-san just gets grumpier with every passing day."
Jun hastily bought some mini cheesecakes, a tomato quiche and some milk buns before leaving again. There was no point in trying to talk to Ohno when was in this sort of mood. But perhaps Nino would be more forthcoming.
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It took a good two minutes for Nino to open the door in response to Jun's knocks.
"What do you want? Are you trying to wear a hole in my door? Can't a person have even a minute’s peace?" Nino snarked as he flung back the door, his annoyed expression changing to one of horror as he realized who he was talking to.
"Hello Nino, nice to see you looking so good," Jun said sarcastically.
Nino was wearing a stained t-shirt and saggy sweatpants. His hair was uncombed and it didn't look like he'd slept in days.
Jun had phoned Sho as he left the bakery assuming that Nino would be at the office with him, but apparently he'd called in sick and hadn't been to work for the last few days.
"J-Jun I'm sorry." The last thing Nino wanted was to offend his boss's husband even if he did count him as a friend.
"Don't worry, I'm only joking. You look like you should be in bed," Jun replied as he slipped off his shoes and walked into Nino's apartment dragging the smaller man behind him as he did so. "Go have a shower while I tidy this place up a bit."
"But..."
"No arguments. You know that you shouldn't upset someone in my condition," Jun said, sticking his belly out as far as possible and trying to look helpless.
Nino narrowed his eyes at him but instead of arguing, meekly went to the bathroom while Jun cleared away the worst of the clutter.
When Nino emerged in his bathrobe, Jun steered him to his bed where he'd laid out a set of pyjamas for him to wear.
"Put these on and I will bring you a snack," Jun said as he folded back the covers.
Nino looked as if he was about fifteen years old in the baggy pyjamas and with his hair hanging down over his eyebrows.
Jun quickly brought back a tray laden with the milk buns and two mugs of hot chocolate. He handed one to Nino and kept one for himself as he plopped himself down on the edge of the bed, making it dip and almost spill the milky contents of Nino's mug onto the sheets.
"Don't even think about making a comment about my weight," Jun warned. "Or else I will confiscate your milk buns."
Nino glared at Jun but he was missing Ohno's baking so badly after three days that he was willing to forgo the opportunity to make fun of his newest friend.
"So, what did you do to Ohno-san?" Jun asked bluntly.
"Nothing," Nino mumbled, not quite meeting Jun's eyes.
"Then what did he do to you?"
"Nothing!"
"Then what happened? Why do you look like you've been crying non-stop for three days and why is he in such a bad mood?"
"H-he is?"
"He made Chinen cry," Jun said, taking a bite of bun. "It was like watching someone kick a tiny puppy."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that our private issues would affect everyone else."
"So you argued?"
"He asked me to go away for the weekend with him and I turned him down," Nino said in a flat voice as he poked at the surface of his hot chocolate with his finger tip.
"But why? I thought you liked him?"
"He wanted to go fishing."
"But you've gone fishing with him before. What was different this time?"
"A boat."
"Boat?"
"He wanted to hire a boat for the weekend. The whole weekend, even overnight."
"And you aren't ready to spend the night with him?" Jun asked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get too personal."
"No, it's fine...actually it makes me kind of happy to have someone to talk to about this stuff." Nino was secretly pleased to have a friend that he was close enough to be able talk about these sort of things for the first time in his life.
"So if sleeping with him wasn't the problem, then what was?"
"Like I already said, it was the boat." Nino suddenly looked ashamed. "I get seasick. And by sick I mean lying on the floor in a pool of my own vomit after throwing up what feels like everything I have ever eaten since I was born. You have no idea of the utter misery and despair that I experience for hours at a time."
Instead of words of sympathy, Jun snorted with laughter, almost choking himself on his hot chocolate. "No, of course someone who spent almost four months straight throwing up at least once a day and sometimes up to five or six times couldn't possibly have the slightest idea of what you're talking about."
"Sorry. I forgot." Nino couldn't help laughing at his own denseness.
"So what did he say when you told him?"
"I...didn't actually tell him. I said no and before I could explain he huffed off. He hasn't spoken to me since. I really stuffed up," Nino's voice cracked with his last words and a stray tear trickled down his cheek.
"Have you tried to speak to him?"
"Well...no...I...I thought that if he wanted to talk to me then he'd be in touch. But I haven't heard from him since so I figure that we're over."
"Nino, since when have you been shy?" Jun asked, taking the mug from Nino before he spilt the contents over himself.
Nino looked at him like a trapped animal. "Please don't make me talk to him."
"You made me talk to Sho."
"That's different, you guys love each other."
"And don't you?"
"We..I...he..um."
Jun had never seen Nino lost for words like this. It made him realize that under his tough shell there lurked a vulnerable and soft hearted soul. He gently tucked the covers around Nino's shoulders and murmured words of comfort as he sat with him until he finally fell asleep.
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Jun knew that Nino and Ohno-san might hate him forever, but he couldn't just leave things as they were. He stepped into the living room and pulled out his phone. He needed to sort this misunderstanding out immediately.
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Ohno practically fell through the door as Jun opened it, so eager was he to see how Nino was doing.
Jun felt slightly guilty at telling his boss that Nino was sick and needed looking after, but he'd told his conscience that the most important thing was to get the two of them together again.
Ohno was holding a large thermos in one hand and a stuffed bear in the other.
He obviously saw the way that Jun was looking at the bear and hastened to explain himself. "The bear has lavender and wheat inside. You heat it in the microwave and hold it on your stomach or back to ease aches and pains. And I've brought chicken soup as well since you didn't tell me exactly what's wrong with Nino."
"It's his heart that's the problem," Jun said, taking the soup from Ohno but leaving him the bear.
"Is it serious?" Ohno asked paling noticeably.
"It will be if you don't go in there and make up your argument. His heart is breaking since you two stopped talking. Please let him explain why he didn't want to go on the boat. It had nothing to do with not wanting to be with you."
"Is he that upset over me?" Ohno looked quite pleased at the thought.
"If you must know, then yes he really is. So get in there and talk things through. And I don't want you coming out until it's sorted," Jun said firmly.
"But what if he doesn't want to talk?" Ohno asked meekly.
"You don't want to upset a pregnant person do you?" Jun asked as he attempted to make himself look as pathetic as possible. He was beginning to enjoy this whole using his present condition to make people do things bit perhaps a little too much, but he figured it was all in a good cause.
Jun plastered an encouraging smile on his face and pushed Ohno in the direction of Nino's bedroom. He hung around for a minute or two but when he could hear no raised or angry voices coming from the room, only a quiet murmuring instead, he figured that it was safe to leave the pair to their own devices.
His baby wriggled happily in his belly as if pleased with a job well done as he quietly left the apartment and headed back to his own, where he was sure that Sho would be waiting for him.
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Sho hoped that Jun might be in bed when he finally came home. Things had gotten out of hand at the office and he'd been stuck on the phone with his father with no chance of escape for a ridiculous amount of time. He’d sent Jun a text and arranged for dinner to be delivered to their apartment, hoping that Jun would eat his share and go to sleep but unfortunately he’d apparently decided to wait up for him.
Sho discovered this as he stepped out of his shoes and a decorative cushion from the sofa whizzed past his head, closely followed by one of the souvenir wooden ornaments from Hawaii that usually sat on the coffee table. Fortunately it didn’t break but that was only because its flight was slowed when it hit him smack in the middle of the forehead and bounced onto the floor.
“OW! Jun, have you lost your mind? That really hurt,” Sho yelled as he rubbed the sore spot on his head.
“Maybe I did lose my mind four hours ago when you were supposed to be home,” Jun yelled back before bursting into tears.
Sho immediately forgot his anger and rushed to comfort his distressed husband. “Shhhh baby, don’t cry. It will put your blood pressure up and your doctor will kill me.”
“Where have you been? Why didn’t you call?” Jun sobbed punching at Sho’s chest, resisting as he tried to hold him still.
“But I sent you a text and ordered dinner.” Sho was bewildered as to why Jun was so frenzied.
“I didn’t get a text or any dinner,” Jun yelled, finally pulling himself away from Sho’s grip, only to trip over the ornament that was still lying on the floor. He fell heavily onto his hands and knees, the shock causing his tears to dry up as he hissed with pain.
Sho was there in a second, lifting Jun into his arms and carrying him to the sofa, laying him down lengthways and checking him over for injuries. Jun half sat up and grabbed Sho around the neck, clinging to him as if he was adrift at sea during a storm.
“I thought you forgot about me and then I thought you had an accident somewhere on the way home and then I went back to thinking that you just didn’t care,” Jun sniffed.
“I really did text you,” Sho said as he pulled out his phone only to frown when he realized that he hadn’t actually pressed send. He’d been so distracted by his conversation with his father he hadn’t even noticed. “Oh no! I am so sorry. I’m a complete idiot. But I still don’t know what happened to the food and why it didn’t turn up.”
“I hate this,” Jun said, pulling back from Sho slightly.
“Baby I promise to not let this happen again…”
“That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m sick of being such an emotional basket case. Ever since I’ve been pregnant I’ve turned into some sort of crazy person who changes moods every five minutes. I keep bursting into tears at the slightest provocation…and I can’t believe that I threw things at you…”
“You were justified, I promised to be home hours ago,” Sho said catching hold of Jun and holding him to his chest close enough to be able to feel the pounding of his heart. “As a matter of fact you can punch me if you like,” he added as he grabbed Jun’s tightly clenched fist and held it against his cheek. “C’mon you know you want to!”
Jun started to laugh at Sho’s earnest expression and tried to pull his hand away as Sho tugged it back, which only succeeded in actually hitting Sho quite hard on his cheekbone causing him to squawk with indignation. “Ow, ow, ow! You hit me!”
“You told me to,” Jun replied, spluttering with laughter at Sho’s exaggerated outrage.
“Come here and I’ll kiss it better,” Jun offered, cupping Sho’s face with both hands and drawing him close enough to share a tender kiss.
The moment was ruined as both of their stomachs growled hungrily at the lack of food, making them both laugh. Sho sat on the sofa and pulled Jun onto his lap, desperate to make amends for worrying him earlier.
“I need to make us some dinner no matter how late it is,” Jun reluctantly said after a few minutes of cuddling. “Your cherry tomato is obviously quite hungry and trying to attract my attention, by the amount of wiggling going on down there.”
Sho eagerly placed his hand on Jun’s belly, smiling widely as he felt the barely perceptible movements of his unborn child. He was enjoying himself far too much to allow Jun to slip from his grasp, ignoring his protests and he continued to stroke Jun’s swollen belly through the thin material of his shirt.
A soft knock at the door interrupted their snuggling making Sho reluctantly shift Jun over onto the sofa while he went to answer the door.
“I didn’t know if you guys were still up, but I figured that it was worth a look,” Aiba said as he held out a bag full of takeaway containers. “The delivery guy obviously made a mistake and left these at my place. I just got home from work and found them sitting in front of my door but I noticed that they had your address on the docket.”
“Yay, food,” exclaimed Sho, eagerly snatching the bag from Aiba’s fingers.
“I don’t know how long they’ve been sitting there but I don’t think I’d risk eating it now, especially not you Jun, being pregnant and all,” Aiba said doubtfully as Sho paused with a spring roll halfway to his mouth.
“But I’m hungry,” Sho whined.
Jun sighed and went to get up off the sofa but Aiba pressed him back down. “How about I whip up some fried rice for us all? I’m sure that you must have some leftover plain rice and some vegetables in the fridge somewhere.”
Sho looked confused; cooking was not his thing, at least not beyond frying an egg or two or making super luxurious multi-layer sandwiches filled with exotic ingredients that everyone else refused to eat for some strange reason.
"'You keep Jun company while I whip something up for us all to eat," Aiba said as he bustled into the kitchen.
"So why were you stuck at the office anyway?" Jun asked as he rubbed his sore knees.
"I was stuck on the phone with my father. The apartments in this building aren't selling as well as they should and he wanted me to come up with a solution," Sho said with more than a hint of humility, remembering Jun's words during their argument.
"Well in that case then Jun is definitely the one to fix it," Aiba called out from the kitchen, obviously not ashamed at listening in to their conversation.
Jun was looking at Sho with eyes that were wide with excitement, eager to finally have a way to make some sort of contribution to his husband's work if only he could convince him to let him try.
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Date: 2017-05-09 07:02 pm (UTC)It was great of Sho to make Jun feel so sexy just when he is feeling a bit like a walking incubator.
Oooh cookies *snatches*
Thank you ❤❤