learashi

Pairing: Matsumiya

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi or any of its work – this is purely a work of fiction.

Summary: “Did you guys have a fight or something?” Ohno asked, looking back and forth between the two of them with an all too innocent look on his face.

A/N: Yep, the boys are back. Another installment in my occasional series. I thought Nino deserved a good sendoff to finish his birthday month.

The door slammed back on its hinges and Jun strode in, hat pulled down past his eyebrows, sunglasses on. He stalked over, snatching up one of Sho’s newspapers and dropped himself down heavily in the very corner of the sofa, sitting hunched into himself in such a way that meant he didn’t want to talk to anyone. He shook the paper angrily and held it in front of his face with slightly trembling hands. Even Aiba knew not to disturb him when he was in one of these moods.

Two minutes later Nino slouched in with a face like thunder, lips drawn into a thin angry line. He went straight to the far side of the room and shoved Aiba from his seat which happened to be as far away from Jun as possible. Aiba was about to protest but thought better of it when he saw the murderous look in Nino’s eyes. Instead he unhappily crossed the room and sat next to Ohno on the middle seat of the sofa, desperately squashing himself against their leader in an attempt to not annoy the fuming Jun.

“Did you guys have a fight or something?” Ohno asked, looking back and forth between the two of them with an all too innocent look on his face. Sho and Aiba felt their insides shrivel; knowing that now was definitely not the right time for Ohno to tease their friends.

“We are not fighting.” Nino mumbled “I am just choosing to not talk to a certain person until he agrees with my obviously correct point of view. On the other hand, someone is behaving childishly and not speaking to me for no apparent reason.”

Jun sent him a glare across the room, but remained silent.

When the call came to go to makeup there was almost a stampede as the other three tried to escape the icy and oppressive atmosphere of the room as fast as possible.

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The argument had started almost three weeks ago, shortly after they returned from their holiday.

Jun was adamant that Nino was not allowed to go anywhere near his ass after the last time. He’d been forced to spend the last day of their trip lying on the sofa feeling too stiff and sore to move and had missed his last chance to go surfing. Nino had been particularly unsympathetic and had spent the day swanning around with a smug expression on his face, feeling proud of the effect he’d had on his lover.

"I can't help it if you were overwhelmed by my sexual prowess." Nino said as he brought Jun over a cold drink and some painkillers. This statement earned him a cushion in the face and a growl from his lover.

After that, every time they attempted to make love it turned into a wrestling match with each of them wanting to take the lead. Jun kept reminding Nino that he’d told him that his ass was off limits but his boyfriend was of a different opinion. This had led to a few aborted attempts before they had abandoned the idea all together, each of them too stubborn to back down. It had now gotten to the stage where they weren’t even speaking to each other and were living as separately as possible even though they shared an apartment together.

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Jun had even stopped cooking for them both after the first two weeks of their cold war, something that hurt Nino more that he thought possible. Even though he wasn’t a big eater Jun’s food was always tempting, perhaps it was the love contained in each mouthful that made it taste so good. It was his own fault though, because to prove a point he had been the first to refuse Jun's food, claiming that he wasn't hungry. After he did this a few times Jun had stopped trying to feed him.

Jun was still cooking the same meals, but he was now cooking for one, while Nino shuffled into the kitchen and poured boiling water into his instant ramen and shuffled back out to return to his gaming. This was painful for Jun to see and he was constantly worried about Nino not getting enough proper food, but he was determined to not be the first one to crack.

Due to their recent schedules they hadn’t even seen much of each other, but for some reason on this night they had ended up in the kitchen at the same time. Jun was chopping vegetables for some sort of fancy stir-fry for himoself and Nino was planning on reheating some leftover takeaway from the night before, but he wasn’t really concentrating on food at that particular moment.

How could he when Jun smelt and looked so good? Just standing near him was enough to make Nino’s jeans feel a little tighter. He was angry at Jun for being stubborn, but he was also a little angry at himself for not being able to apologize either. He could tell by the stiff way that Jun was holding himself that he was just as angry with him as well and if that was the case then Nino certainly wasn’t going to weaken first.

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The atmosphere was charged with anger, frustration and sexual tension. The strain of not touching each other for almost three weeks was killing them, but neither of them was willing to be the first to back down. By this stage it was a matter of personal pride.

They both reached for the soy sauce at the same time, their hands brushing against each other. It was as if a spark of electricity shot between them melting any barriers. Suddenly they were grabbing for each other kissing and biting any available body parts. Clothes were ripped off each other’s bodies, buttons flying in their haste to get more skin on skin contact; their argument forgotten in the face of their overwhelming need.

Jun lifted Nino up onto the bench top placing himself between his legs, biting his collarbones as the smaller man grabbed hold of Jun’s ass hard enough to leave marks, pulling him even closer, grinding their erections against each other with enough force to make them both almost see stars.

“Inside me, now!” ordered Nino, making a grab for Jun’s dick.

“No lube.” grunted Jun as he bent his head and began to suck on Nino’s nipple.

“Don’t care! Do it now!” Nino complained trying to guide Jun’s cock towards his unprepared hole.

Jun had just enough blood left circulating to his brain to know that this was a bad thing and reached out his hand, blindly groping around until he stumbled across the bottle of olive oil he had been using earlier. Knocking the bottle onto its side he dragged his fingers through the viscous liquid, coating them well before standing the bottle upright again.

Nino was wriggling and whining “Just fuck me already why don’t yo..owaoooo!” his sentence ending in an undignified shriek as Jun pressed his oily fingers roughly between his buttocks. Jun muffled his protests with his mouth, drawing him into a battle of tongues which distracted Nino long enough for Jun to prepare him sufficiently.

Before long Nino was mewling and gasping “Enough already, just stick it in me.”

“Always the romantic.” snarked Jun as he spread Nino’s legs as wide as possible and slid him to the edge of the bench top.

Nino got exactly what he’d asked for as Jun thrust in roughly to the base of his cock in one go and then stilled his movement, waiting for the go ahead from his partner.

“Aaaargh fuck, Jun.” shrieked Nino, suddenly realizing why Jun paid so much money for the good lube. It hurt more than he expected it to, but there was no way that he was going to wait any longer. He began drumming his heels on Jun’s ass saying “Move already.”

Jun who had been barely able to hold himself still until now didn’t need to be told twice and decided that Nino’s bratty behavior needed punishing. He began to thrust hard enough to make the smaller man lose his balance on the bench top and begin to slide around whilst making a loud keening noise of mixed pleasure and pain.

It was as if someone had dropped a match into box of fireworks as they desperately clawed at each other. Nino was trying to get Jun to thrust even faster so he reached up and pulled his hair hard. Jun immediately squawked with pain and began to go harder and faster than he'd imagined would even be possible, jerking Nino around like a rag doll.

They were both so desperate to find release after so long that it only took a few more thrusts before they were both clutching each other as they shuddered through their orgasms.

Unfortunately, Nino jerked his hand backwards trying to steady himself, and in the process he knocked the open bottle of olive oil over, sending it whizzing off onto the floor. Jun hastily pulled out of Nino, making him yell with outrage, and unsuccessfully tried to catch it before it landed.

He soon realized that this was a big mistake, as he lost his footing in the slippery pool on the floor. As Jun fell, Nino tried to grab him, which was an even bigger mistake, as he slid off his perch after his boyfriend and they both crashed to the floor.

Nino was surprised that it didn't hurt as much as he expected it would, until he realized that he was lying on top of a groaning Jun who was spread-eagled flat on his back trying to suck air into his lungs.

Although Nino was concerned about his boyfriend's wellbeing he was also finding their current position to be quite arousing. He could feel Jun wheezing and wriggling under him as he tried to get up. There was no way that Nino was going to let him; not when he had him exactly where he wanted him.

He moved off Jun's chest and straddled his hips, stroking his sides to help him catch his breath before bending down to nibble on an irresistible nipple. Jun squeaked and flailed around on the slippery floor as Nino's hand closed over his cock.

Fifteen minutes later Jun moaned as Nino lifted his left leg over his bony shoulder as he plunged inside him. Both of them were sliding across the floor as he slowly fucked deeply into his lover.

"Un... K..azu, I can't feel you properly." Jun gasped as he tried to stop himself from sliding further away.

"Crap." Nino replied, unable to find anything to hold on to.

"Wait." Jun said from where his head was wedged against the wall. "Let me ride you."

"Mmm. Ow," Nino replied as they tried to switch positions and he cracked his elbow on the fridge.

Jun began to laugh at their predicament until Nino pulled him down firmly onto his erection transforming his breathy giggles into a yelp of surprise.

Nino snickered at Jun's discomfort and jiggled his hips tauntingly, which triggered something in Jun that made him want to get back at his far too smug boyfriend.

"Right! It's on!" Jun said as he pinned Nino's hands down on either side of his head.

"Nnyaargh." Nino grunted as Jun began to bounce frantically up and down on his cock with a wild look in his eyes.

Jun bent forwards leaning his weight on Nino's body and captured his gaping mouth in a kiss which stole his breath away, their tongues competing for dominance.

Jun's painfully hard cock was squeezed in the tiny space between their bodies which provided him with the perfect amount of friction. He alternated slow undulating movements and hip rotations with fast frantic motions, making Nino let out a string of incoherent swear words.

Before long Nino barely managed to say "J-Juun, c...oming, s-so g-good."

Nino's whole body shook violently as he released inside his lover. Jun continued to ride him hard throughout his orgasm before spurting his own cum between their stomachs with a cry of "Kaaazuu!"

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Afterwards as they lay on the kitchen floor together in a panting oily mess, Jun unexpectedly began to giggle which prompted a curious Nino to poke him in the side, demanding “What?”

Jun’s giggles grew into full blown laughter and he had trouble speaking until he eventually got himself under control, wheezing “The o-olive o-oil….it’s…it’s…extra…virgin!”

“Not anymore.” quipped Nino with a snicker, flopping over and making himself comfortable on Jun’s stomach which was still shaking with laughter.

Jun suddenly said “Let’s not do this again.”

“What? Fuck each other? I couldn’t possibly agree to that.” replied Nino, still joking.

“No,” said Jun, his voice suddenly entirely serious “I mean fight with each other like that. We have to talk things through. I can’t believe we didn’t speak to each other for that long just because we couldn’t agree on who gets to fuck who.”

“Me neither.” Nino replied in a small voice as he snuggled even closer to his boyfriend before adding “How about we do it like this in future?”

“I don’t think I could handle the clean up afterwards.” Jun said with a rueful smile as he looked at the thoroughly trashed kitchen.

“No, you idiot,” Nino said with a laugh, as he ran a sticky hand through Jun’s hair “I meant, we could take turns fucking each other instead of arguing over who gets to be on top.”

“If that means that we get to go for two rounds every time we have sex then definitely count me in.” Jun said with a suggestively raised eyebrow, pretending not to understand what Nino meant.

“You know what I mean….although now you mention it….maybe that’s not such a bad idea.” Nino replied.

He couldn’t help but notice that Jun’s dick also seemed to be showing some interest at the idea as well so he reached down and gave it a squeeze, happy to see that it immediately became even more enthusiastic. Jun wanted to say something about cleaning up the mess first but all that came out of his mouth was a low gasping moan instead.