Sakurai Sho/Matsumoto Jun (setting: established relationship)Word count:
PG for implications. Probably. Disclaimer | A/N:
fluff, because Sho's gorgeous. ♥
What, don't tell me that alone isn't valid reason for practically everything... :x
I didn't intend to write Arashi, but the lack of birthday porn displeased me. Note how this is also no birthday porn. *fails* =/
Obligatory warnings: run-in sentences, I just can't help myself. |D;; No beta (yet); it's a draft, sorry for any errors that neither me nor spell check could catch. The perspective it's written in is... weird, new for me. It is not what I started out with, but at the third sentence it sort of switched, so I just went with it and altered the beginning instead. Sorry for making Jun so "flat". Comments loved, edits and concrit welcome.Simplicity
You press down hard, right where the pulse flutters underneath the soft skin of Sho's throat, and Sho makes a small, choked noise when you lick up a trail to his jaw, nuzzling it shortly before seeking out the sensitive spot right behind his ear with your tongue. The body beneath yours shivers as you suck gently, and he sighs softly, heavily, content with the feeling of your weight leaning on his solid frame as you're threading your fingers through silky hair and nosing the hairline at the base of his skull.
"Turn around", you murmur, your voice low and a bit breathless, and he complies without hesitation, giving you better access to his neck, and an indefinitely better view of his back. You push up on your forearms for a bit, unable to resist roaming his body with your gaze.
His back is muscular, beautiful, smooth skin over strong bones and flesh, the outline of trapecius softly sloping into the strong round of his shoulders. He turns his head in an unspoken inquiry of your whereabouts, and you chuckle at the dirty look he gives you from half-lidded eyes, annoyed and smouldering at the same time. He smiles at the sound you're making, and turns around halfways, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer until you lie besides him, facing him.
"I liked what you were doing before", he says, voice husky, while letting his hand trail over your arm, eliciting goosebumps in it's wake, and up to your face, tugging on a few dark strands, watching them fall back over your forehead.
"Aren't you impatient", you state the obvious, the smile audible in your words, earning yourself another tug before you catch his hand and bring your foreheads together.
"And you're impertinent", he reprehends, but even without opening your eyes you can tell that he's smiling, too. His fingers lace in between yours, and he sighs again, tugging you closer still until you're flush against each other.
"It'd be much be better if you put your fingers right back there, c'mon, Jun, right there
", he mumbles into your collarbone, and you comply, petting him like an expensive cat, or maybe a dog, it's hard to tell because you haven't had an expensive cat yet, and from the way Sakurai's leaning into the touch of your fingertips, breathing deeply and making small, content noises in the back of his throat, you can't help but think that a dog wouldn't possibly have this luxurious feel to it.
When Sho's relaxed, he still has an attitude, he seeks closeness consciously and with determination, demanding attention and not taking refusals well. In regard to you, he's rarely hesitant anymore, that's how comfortable you are around each other. Both of you don't ask much, because everything is given freely, anyway.
You hum softly, smoothing his hair back and taking in the smell of his shampoo, and listen to his breathing evening out into soft snores. The fabric of his wide-necked shirt is warm under your touch, and you imagine pulling it down, stretching it to the point where Sho'd complain about your ruining it, but as more of his shoulder would be exposed for you to smell and lick and bite, he'd shut up fast enough, stern words switching to more satisfied noises.
But not now. There has been a time when the both of you were practically clawing off each others' clothes hungrily, not being able to get out of them fast enough, and onto the bed, or sofa, or floor, whichever seemed suitable at the time. Other times you've been lying together yet lonely, backs turned to each other, tense silence hanging in the air like old cobwebs, heavy from dust.
There have been ups and downs, but in the end, you're still here together.
It's been long, and neither of you can remember all reasons that led up (or nearly did not lead up) to this
anymore, but the right decision must have been made at some point, the consequences accepted, and you at least are happy with the way things are now. Sho probably is, too. His teeth grinding has ceased about half a year ago, and although he never stopped snoring, the soft snuffles are nothing you're not willing to put up with. Lying like this, with the man you love, who loves you back just the same, warmly tucked against your chest, is enough, more than you anticipated, and everything you could have wished for.
You drag up the sheet so it covers the both of you and close your eyes, fingertips still moving steadily in small circles over Sho's scalp, but slowing in their ministrations as sleep claims your mind.
The smile is still tugging at the corners of your lips as your hand falls back onto the pillow.
Tomorrow's just another dream away.Notes: Teeth grinding can be a sign of stress, or unresolved anger. Sho's little "problem" has been mentioned in one of the shows' talk sections, so I included it. :)
[Edit 2007.01.25] Un-jammed paragraphs, slight modifications.
[Edit 2007.01.26] Minor corrections.