Sho woke with his face buried in the crook of Jun's neck, one of his arms loosely wrapped around Jun’s middle, and his legs tangled with Jun’s.

They’d moved to Sho’s futon after cleaning themselves up and untucking the sheets from Jun’s, collapsing in a sweaty heap of limbs and falling asleep almost immediately after, not minding the fact that they had to squeeze themselves together in a tiny futon. Jun was still in deep slumber as Sho slid away to sit up. Rays of sunlight were filtered by the closed doors, and when Sho checked, he realized that he woke five minutes before his alarm.

He turned it off and swooped down to press a quick kiss to Jun’s temple. It had been a long time since he’d woken up with someone beside him. Jun grunted, face scrunching for a moment as he buried the side of his face into the pillows and continued sleeping. Sho smiled, allowing himself a few moments to watch Jun before reaching for his discarded yukata and wrapping it around himself.

He slid outside quietly, keeping his footsteps light out of respect to the other guests as he tried to find any onsen staff to inquire about breakfast.

Nino was stretching and yawning when Sho found him, standing at the entrance of the establishment. Nino twisted his trunk side to side and patted his own cheeks twice, turning to look over his shoulder as Sho approached.

“Good morning, Sho-chan,” Nino greeted genially, something Sho returned. “You guys eating here or someplace else? So I can tell Oh-chan, though I’m pretty sure he’s still asleep and will be making faces when I wake him up just to cook.”

“We can wait,” Sho said, and he caught Nino’s eyes narrowing minutely. “I mean, I don’t mind and I don’t think Ju—Matsumoto-kun will do, too, so…yeah.”

“I should invest in thicker walls, don’t you think?” was what Nino said instead, his face breaking into a mischievous smile. Sho could feel his cheeks heating up, and Nino finally gave in and laughed. “Though in all honesty, I probably only heard it because Kiko-chan and her friends left yesterday night. You met her, right?”

Sho nodded, jumping at the opportunity to talk about something safe, not wanting to dwell on the fact that Nino had heard him and Jun last night. “She shook my hand.”

“You should have asked for a photo or an autograph instead of something as ordinary as a handshake.” Nino shrugged. “Ah, but whatever. When Haruka-chan wakes up we’ll begin tidying up the rooms, and I think we’ll have one available by lunch time.” Nino looked at him. “Do you want it?”

Sho was confused. “Want what?”

“The room. I promised you and Jun-kun that once we had a vacancy you’d know, and now we do so I’m telling you. For half the price of one night of course, considering how you were supposed to get it days ago.”

Sho thought about Jun sleeping in his futon, unaware of a thing. He remembered how it felt to kiss Jun, to touch him with deliberateness and care, even affection.

“No,” he said, even shaking his head. “No, I’m not taking it. Thank you for the offer though.”

Nino only nodded, as if he understood clearly. Maybe he did, now that Sho also recalled that the lube and condoms under Jun’s pillow had been Nino’s doing.

“Mind telling Jun-kun?” Nino asked. “That a room’s available and if he wants it, he can come up to me? I have to go to the market after this. Haruka-chan’s been bugging me about the inn not having mentaiko and potatoes for two straight days now.”

Sho didn’t want to, but found himself nodding anyway. Nino excused himself with a polite bow, his confident smirk back on his face. “Breakfast will be within an hour, two at most. Depends if I can wake Ohno-san up now or much later.”

Nino walked away without another word, leaving Sho staring at the sun peeking from the edges of the snowy mountain ranges. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to keep it a secret from Jun after everything they’d done, but telling Jun could give the impression that he wanted Jun gone and that was furthest from the truth.

Sho headed back to their room quickly, rushing inside to find Jun still sleeping soundly. He felt so conflicted and selfish, seeing Jun lying on his futon and thinking that Jun totally looked like he belonged there. He slid the door shut behind him, sinking to his knees to crawl close to where Jun lay.

Sho had to tell him. It would be rude not to after Nino had entrusted him with it. If Jun said yes, then Sho couldn’t stop him and he knew he wouldn’t. It would hurt, but he’d barrel through, he believed. He’d rather deal with Jun leaving than keep a thing from him.

The edges of the blanket lay just below Jun’s hipbones, and Sho thought, if Jun was going to leave soon, he might as well make use of the opportunity now.

He slid the sheets down Jun’s form, revealing the pale skin of his thighs. Sho situated between Jun’s legs and nudged the limbs apart to make room for himself. Jun remained in deep slumber, his breathing even, and Sho licked his lips before pressing his tongue against Jun’s flaccid cock.

He continued licking lines along the length, his hands on Jun’s thighs to keep him open, exposed as Sho proceeded to work him up. It took a while of alternating between kissing and licking the shaft before he got Jun half-hard, and Sho licked his lips once before finally taking Jun’s cock into his mouth.

Jun let out a grunt above him and he looked up, but Jun was still asleep, although there was a little frown on his face. Sho sped up, one hand moving to fondle Jun’s balls as Jun’s cock slid deeper into his mouth. He sucked dutifully, using Jun’s precome and his spit as lube, and when Jun’s limbs jolted around him, he broke off with an audible pop.

“Wha—” Jun grunted, eyes blinking groggily as he looked down.

Sho rested his cheek against the inside of Jun’s thigh. “Good morning.” He kissed the leaking head of Jun’s cock before smiling up at Jun.

“Sho,” Jun said, voice scratchy and thick with sleep but there was lust and elation there too, like he couldn’t believe what was happening and he was happy that Sho woke him up this way.

Sho hummed in question, moving his hand to circle around the base of Jun’s cock. Jun was fully hard now and Sho felt Jun’s dick grow heavier with each small stroke he gave.

Jun seemed to choose his words carefully, and Sho felt fingers sliding to tangle themselves in his hair as Jun guided his mouth back down. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

Sho managed a grin before opening his mouth and continuing to suck Jun off, even humming as he went deeper and faster. Jun’s pleased and satisfied groans were muffled by the back of his hand, but that just encouraged Sho to prove himself, taking Jun to the very back of his throat and pulling away only to do it again.

Jun was cursing behind his hand now, his spine curving and head thrown back, showing the veins of his pale neck. His hand continued to guide Sho’s head down, getting a little forceful with the pacing as his need to finish intensified.

When Sho saw Jun’s thighs quivering, he stopped and circled his hand around the base, preventing Jun to come.

Jun’s eyes shot open as he let out a frustrated growl, looking down wildly at Sho.

“I want you to hold out for me,” Sho said, licking his plush and tender lips.

Jun was panting already, his cheeks and chest reddened, his eyes so dark. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can,” Sho assured him, keeping his hand fisted around Jun’s cock. He gave Jun a few moments and contented himself with the sight of Jun attempting to regulate his breathing, the sheets balled in his hands as he prevented himself from thrusting into Sho’s grip.

“I want you to tell me when to stop,” Sho demanded, keeping his voice low in the way he knew Jun liked. “I’ll keep going until otherwise, but you have to tell me. You can do that, right?”

Jun was letting out hissing intakes of air but he managed to nod, making Sho smile. He allowed Jun to recollect himself, for the brink of his orgasm to subside before stroking Jun slowly, his eyes fixed on Jun’s face.

Sho went faster when Jun was beginning to get used to the pace, eliciting another moan from Jun. He ducked down to lap up the precome at the head, tonguing repeatedly at the slit as he savored the taste of Jun all over his mouth.

His name spilled from Jun’s parted lips and he rewarded Jun by sucking at the head and pumping the length hard, not stopping even when Jun was again almost within the edge.

“Stop,” Jun huffed in panic, his hips canting. “Stop, stop, stop, Sho—”

Sho did, immediately clamping his hand around the base. His other hand rubbed circles on Jun’s thighs, helping Jun to come back down as Jun mashed the side of his face against the pillows and nearly sobbed in frustration, the strain obvious in his muscles. Jun was completely under his mercy, trying so hard just because he’d asked, and Sho’s heart swelled with pride at the sight of him.

“Shh,” Sho whispered, kissing Jun’s hipbones as Jun lay panting. “Shh, I got you.”

He planted series after series of kisses on Jun’s abdomen as a distraction, one hand caressing Jun’s sides. Jun was so strung out, body tense and neck veins popping, and Sho just kissed every patch of skin he could see, lingering for a moment when he found a beauty mark he hadn’t seen the night before.

When he reached Jun’s ear, he nipped at the earlobe lightly. “You’re so perfect and you’re doing very well, but I need you to do one last thing for me.” He gripped Jun’s chin, thumb skimming across his bottom lip and the mole under it.

When Jun nodded, Sho continued, “I want you to come only when I say so.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of Jun’s mouth, ignoring their mutual morning breath. “And when I say so, I want you to come as loudly as you can. I want to hear you. Can you do that for me?”

Jun gave him a curt nod, but it was enough. Sho dropped a quick kiss to Jun’s sweaty forehead before positioning his mouth over Jun’s cock once more. He flicked his tongue teasingly at the tip, delighting in Jun’s sharp inhale, before blowing cool air against the heated skin.

Jun’s head thumped back against the pillows, the sheets bunched tightly in his fists. Sho repeated the motion, committing the sight of Jun so worked up in memory. He settled for getting Jun fully hard again, ducking down until the tip of Jun’s dick reached his throat and he nearly gagged. He pulled away to flex his jaw before doing it again, this time letting go of his hold on Jun’s hip to allow Jun to thrust into his mouth.

Jun’s hips matched his rhythm, and soon Sho only had to keep his head still as Jun chased after his own pleasure, something Sho had denied twice moments ago. He choked a few times when Jun’s thrusts became sharp and needy but he held on, letting Jun dictate the pace.

Soon Jun was saying his name repeatedly in warning, his hips trying to slow down to no avail, his heels digging deeply into the futon at Sho’s sides. Sho held on to Jun’s hips to keep him still, waiting until Jun was able to stop himself from fucking his mouth.

Sho tentatively swirled his tongue at the leaking tip and Jun hissed as a reaction.

“We do this your way, Jun,” he said, smiling at Jun being confused and blinking at him. “I know what I asked for, but we do this your way. I want you to count back down from ten, and when you reach zero, I want to hear it.”

He hovered over Jun’s swollen cock. “Begin.”

“Ten,” came Jun’s shaky voice, and Sho wrapped his lips around the length and began to suckle at it slowly.

Jun’s thighs shook around him, but Sho heard the huff of “nine” that made him speed up.

Sho’s answer to Jun’s choked groan of “eight” was to hum around Jun’s cock in his mouth, and Jun’s knees visibly trembled.

“Seven” had Jun gasping and arching off the futon as Sho tilted his head to swallow the entirety of Jun’s cock. Jun’s chest was heaving as he sucked in lungfuls of air, holding back despite Sho’s efforts to make him come just because Sho had asked.

Jun looked utterly perfect in this moment and Sho stomped down the urge to not tell Jun a thing after.

When Jun got to “six”, Sho began massaging his balls, rolling them on his palms as Jun fought back the temptation to let go. Jun’s bottom lip was red from all the biting he’d done to it, his eyes welded shut as he tried to hold back his moans.

Sho broke away from Jun’s cock to move down and open his mouth wide, sucking at one of Jun’s balls as his hand continued to pump Jun’s hard and thick length. Jun’s cock twitched in his hands as Jun breathed out a shaky “five”, and Sho rewarded him by running his thumb over the head and smearing precome before twisting his wrist.

“Fuck, Sho—” was the next thing he heard, he let one of Jun’s balls slip from his mouth to click his tongue.

“Keep going,” Sho ordered him, one hand fondling Jun while the other pumped him quickly, using his spit as lube. “You’re doing so well.”

Jun had to swallow a lump in his throat before Sho heard the breathless whisper of “four”, and he followed the vein on the shaft with his tongue before planting a noisy kiss at the tip. He felt Jun shudder around him as Jun’s cock gave another twitch, and Sho knew he was so, so close.

“Three,” Jun breathed, chest heaving and cock leaking. Sho massaged the insides of his thighs while he licked around the length, swirling his tongue at the junction where the head met the shaft.

Jun groaned and he let out a whimper of “two” that had Sho take him into his mouth, going slow for Jun to feel the softest scrap of his teeth against the flesh as he went deeper, flattening his tongue so he could accommodate more of Jun with each effortless glide.

Jun was making all sorts of noises now, punctuated by hissing intakes of air that made Sho’s blood boil and head south. He’d been half-hard the moment Jun began counting, but he ignored the growing need to attend to himself just so he could watch Jun unravel before him.

“One,” Jun moaned, back arching and throat bared, face creased in pleasure. Sho didn’t hold back anymore, hollowing his cheeks till he felt Jun’s balls tense in his hand.

Jun’s zero was a loud, uninhibited moan of Sho’s name, the sound of which went straight to Sho’s cock. Sho didn’t pull away as Jun finally let go, coming so hard that Sho had to pull back a little just to take it all. He stroked Jun through it, humming as Jun’s cock kept twitching inside his mouth.

Sho pulled away to swallow everything, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before finally dropping a parting kiss to the head of Jun’s softening cock. Jun lay panting on the futon, his bottom lip so swollen that Sho couldn’t resist sliding over his body to plant another kiss there.

“What,” Jun huffed, cheeks glowing in a healthy pink tinge. Sho simply skimmed his fingers over Jun’s sweaty forehead, playing with the strands of hair stuck there. He stroked Jun’s face, fingers skimming over the slight stubble forming on Jun’s chin. “What was that just now?”

Sho was suddenly self-conscious. “Did you hate it?”

“No,” Jun denied quickly, breath still coming out in gasps. “No, that’s not what I meant. If I hated it, I would have demanded you to stop right away.” Jun kissed his cheek. “But what brought that on?”

“I have to tell you something,” Sho said, finding that he couldn’t lie nor keep it to himself any longer.

They both froze when they heard Nino’s voice and his knocks at the other door. “I’m leaving your breakfast here at the corridor and putting on earplugs next time,” Nino declared loudly, and Sho blushed. They heard Nino’s loud footsteps stomping away, and Sho knew the moment had passed.

“Let’s not keep the food waiting,” Sho muttered, moving away from Jun to grab Jun’s yukata and help him put it on. He handed Jun the sash and turned to leave, but Jun’s hand grabbed his sleeve.

“We’ll talk about it later, all right?” Sho said before Jun could open his mouth. He flashed Jun a small smile and stroked Jun’s chin with his thumb. “Come on.”

He headed outside first, opening the sliding doors quickly to grab the trays of food Nino had left at the corridor and bringing them inside. He set the table and put down bowls of white rice and nikujaga. He poured green tea for him and Jun and waited for Jun to take a seat across him.

Jun joined him, sitting down with a gracefulness that Sho would never be able to exhibit. The tips of Jun’s shoulders were still prominent under his yukata and Sho willed himself to look at the food before him so he wouldn’t try to jump Jun any moment soon.

Jun didn’t push the topic, instead indulging Sho on whatever Sho wanted to talk about, though there wasn’t a lot. Sho had been speechless at the sight of Jun before but the sight of Jun the morning after was something that left him trailing off more frequently than usual.

Sho wondered if he’d ever stop feeling this way.

He hoped not, because even if Jun could turn him to an illiterate he still had the opportunity to see Jun like this. Jun’s messy bed hair matched his eyes and there was slight flush to his prominent cheekbones. He had a shy smile on his face, though his mouth was reddened and was a fine contrast to the pale column of his neck.

Sho caught Jun smiling at him when he realized he’d been staring.

“Are you going somewhere today?” Jun asked him, his shy smile turning sly at Sho gaping and making him appear more attractive to Sho’s eyes.

Sho remembered that he still hadn’t bought Maki-chan’s requested coffee so he nodded. “Additional souvenirs,” he explained over a mouthful of white rice. “For those who didn’t want sake. You?”

Jun hummed thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to check out the other pools in this place. Didn’t get the chance to last night.”

Sho thought it best not comment about that. He simply nodded. “Anything you want me to get?”

Jun shook his head. “I’m good, Sho-san. But thank you for offering.”

Sho turned back to his food without another word, pushing the thought of telling Jun about the vacancy at the back of his mind. He could tell Jun after he came back from shopping, he supposed. And he was probably going to take too long seeing as he intended to give everyone in the Tokyo office something from Nagano.

They finished breakfast in companionable silence, and Sho focused on his shopping list instead, trying to think of what he could get his colleagues, especially someone as quirky as Maru.

He took a bath after Jun, though he was surprised to find Jun still in the room when he emerged out. Sho was already dressed, having gotten used to doing that in the bathroom out of respect for his roommate, and he tried not to blush when he saw Jun holding his bucket hat in his hands.

Jun stepped forward to put the hat on him, adjusting it to perfection.

“There,” Jun said, stepping back with his head tilted. “You don’t really have to fold the brim up, you know.”

“I don’t?” Sho asked, truly not knowing that.

Jun smiled, giving him a soft peck on the lips, one that sent his heart pounding. “Have a safe trip.”

Sho could only nod as Jun sported a triumphant grin on his face before walking away.

--

Jun was happily soaking and relaxing in the radioactive pool when he heard footsteps shuffling behind him, making him tilt his head back to check who it was.

“Oh no,” he grumbled, turning away. “Not you.”

It was a cloudy afternoon and Jun had been enjoying the public pool because it was mostly empty save for three brothers and one other guy. They’d stuck far from Jun though, and Jun had been basking in his ‘me time’ when Nino showed up. Why did he have to show up?

“Is that what you’re supposed to say to the guy who looked out for you last night?” Nino asked, the sound of mock hurt in his voice. Jun splashed some water on him, ignoring his pleased laugh.

“Get lost, Nino, please,” Jun begged, shutting his eyes tight.

“I own this place, Matsumoto. I get to go wherever I want,” Nino pointed out.

“Don’t you have a business to manage?” Jun complained.

“This is part of it,” Nino insisted. He actually ditched his yukata for a towel around his waist just to enter the pool and annoy Jun. He was too much like Aiba in this aspect, asking for the nitty gritty details of Jun’s exploits. “How can I run this place efficiently if I don’t know how it works?” Nino nudged him with an elbow, one that caught him on his weak spot and he squirmed as Nino chuckled. “So? Where’s my thank you? And before you deny it, please don’t bother. You guys were pretty loud last night.”

Jun smacked him at the back of the head. “You were listening in?!” He was horrified, and so, so ready to give Nino’s place a feedback of zero stars out of five because the owner was a snoop.

“Goodness no,” Nino denied, looking disgusted. “You think I enjoyed hearing your embarrassing sex noises, Matsumoto? I was mopping up spilled beer and sake in the other room when I heard the creaking and I realized I have to invest in thicker walls for the next renovation. I left the moment I heard you being unable to keep it to yourself.”

“Why were you up at that hour?” Jun demanded, frowning at Nino’s smirking face.

Nino flashed him a huge, smug grin. “Kiko-chan and her friends left around that time, leaving a huge mess behind. This place is understaffed and Haruka-chan was sleeping already so I took care of what I could. So no, I wasn’t listening in. You were loud and it’s not like I can turn off my hearing. But I left as soon as I realized that I put the right things under the correct pillow on the correct futon.”

Jun splashed some water on his face as a form of revenge. “Screw you.”

“You’re screwing Sho-chan already,” Nino said as he wiped his face with his hand. “And no, you’re not my type, sorry.”

Jun buried his face in his hands. “I’m never going to talk about my sex life with you so you can shove it.”

“I’m not asking for you to,” Nino said, looking absolutely horrified. “I just want my thank you. Just say ‘thanks Nino, you’re such a great help’ and we’re done here.”

Nino was totally channeling Aiba at this moment and Jun couldn’t believe his luck when it came to people. He thought he left Aiba in Tokyo but all he did was to go to a replacement, to the other half.

“Or if you don’t say it, I can always ask for it from Sho-chan,” Nino said.

“You will not,” Jun told him sternly, splashing some more water on him when he laughed. “Wait, did you tell him about this?”

“Well he knows you’re loud,” Nino informed him, having that fake thoughtful look on his face. “And speaking of loud, Jun-kun, I’m totally buying earplugs after what I heard this morning. Just…no. I think I’ll live longer.”

Sho had known that Nino had heard them, and he still demanded Jun to come as loudly as he could? Jun’s roommate had quite a kinky side to him apart from the commanding persona he had assumed when he prevented Jun from coming till he said so, and Jun was excited to know what else was Sho into.

Nino was leering at him now, and Jun shook his head. Thinking about Sho right now wasn’t helping.

“Are you going to leave if you get your thank you?” Jun asked, narrowing his eyes as Nino’s smirk grew wider. It was very Aiba-like.

“I still have to help Oh-chan to stock up the refrigerator after this. And after that I have to deal with the laundry and the sheets…” Nino shot him a pointed look at that, something Jun tried not to be flustered about. “I still have a lot of work to do, actually, so yes, I believe I will.” Nino tilted his head in expectation.

Jun leveled him a glare as he said the words, inwardly cringing at conceding this round to Nino. “Thank you, Nino. You’re such a great help.” He made sure the sarcasm in his voice was rich enough, but Nino only laughed.

Nino shot him a salute, already wading away to the edge of the pool.

“You really just came for that?” Jun asked, an eyebrow raised.

Nino was wrapping a towel around his form the next time he spoke. “Actually, I was going to ask you about the vacancy. I asked Sho-chan to tell you, but I missed him when I got back from the market.” Nino faced him, hands on his hips. “I’m assuming you’re not interested?”

Jun stared at Nino for a few moments, processing what he’d just heard. Was this what Sho was about to tell him a while ago, that there was now a vacancy in the inn and if Jun wanted it, he could have a room to himself?

Why didn’t Sho say anything before he left for souvenir shopping?

“Jun-kun?” he heard Nino ask after he had gone silent.

“No,” Jun decided, earning Nino’s knowing grin. “No, I won’t be taking it.”

“I knew you’d say that but I figured I’d still ask.” Nino started to walk back towards the inn, waving his hand in farewell. “Try the alkaline one next. The temperature is not too far from this one and wouldn’t cause a sudden drop in blood pressure.”

Jun only nodded, watching Nino walk away. He leaned back against a rock as soon as he was alone again, thinking about why Sho had postponed telling him. He had an inkling as to the reason and it made him happy, but he also wanted to hear it from Sho personally. Nino hadn’t known so he wasn’t to blame.

Jun wanted an explanation and told himself he was going to get it as soon as Sho came back.

To pass the time, he ended up trying all the pools successively, only leaving when his fingers got pruny. He had dinner with Ohno in the kitchen since Sho had told him before leaving that he was going to try this ramen place, somewhere his coworker had recommended to him.

Later in the evening he went back to their room only to find it empty, and he busied himself with looking at the photos he’d taken for Aiba and deleting the ones that were blurry and out of focus. He didn’t notice how much time had passed when the door finally slid to reveal Sho, his cheeks puffy from the cold and his face sporting this tired but pleased grin that made Jun feel warm despite the weather in Hakuba.

“I got you something,” Sho declared proudly, even if he was still setting down this plastic bag that had boxes of what Jun assumed to be coffee.

He waited patiently as Sho fumbled with the many things he bought, till he was finally able to unearth a camouflage scarf. He presented it to Jun with a huge grin that lit up his whole face.

“Thanks,” Jun said, running his fingers over the material. It was finally woven, something that must have cost Sho a lot, and despite Jun never really wearing things in such a pattern, he couldn’t say no. It was difficult to when Sho was smiling at him like that.

“Let’s see if it suits you,” Sho coaxed, and Jun let out a soft sigh that ended up in a smile as he moved to get up, to allow Sho to put it around his neck.

“I don’t really suit camo, do I?” Jun asked when Sho was done and still wasn’t saying anything, only looking at Jun.

Sho shook his head. “I was just thinking it suits you better than me and I was wondering how is that possible.”

Jun chuckled. “Maybe because you wear too much camo.”

“Someone told me they don’t find me uncool at all despite that though,” Sho bragged as he turned away to remove his hat. Jun watched him run his fingers through his hair repeatedly, messing it up a little.

“Thank you again,” Jun said sincerely, removing the scarf from his neck and going back to the low table. He let the sounds of Sho fixing his souvenirs and luggage calm him as he carefully picked the photos Aiba could use for his future flyers and digital posters.

Sho eventually joined him after removing his winter jacket and bringing two cans of Kirin that Haruka-chan had delivered. Jun waited until his beer was half empty before getting to the point.

“What were you going to tell me earlier?” was what he went for, not wanting to be presumptive.

He saw Sho freeze at the question before Sho took a huge gulp from his Kirin.

When Sho met his eyes, Jun couldn’t really name the look he saw there. “Nino told me about a vacancy and wanted me to ask if you’re interested. You were still asleep when he informed me of it.”

“He didn’t offer it to you?” Jun asked, curious.

“He did but I said no,” Sho answered curtly, but he met Jun’s gaze evenly. “He was wondering if you’re interested in it.”

Jun didn’t like the almost impersonal way Sho said it. “Do you want me to take it?”

“You can if you want to. I’m not going to stop you.” Sho lifted the beer to his lips, refusing to look at him anymore.

Jun shook his head, not wanting to put up with Sho’s stubbornness. “That’s not what I asked.”

Sho sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. “I can’t decide for you.”

“Again, not what I asked. Do you want me gone?” He clenched his jaw for what Sho was going to say next.

Sho looked a bit angry, and there was an edge in his voice when he spoke, something Jun had never heard before. “Of course not. What made you think that? Of course I want you here, but you have to understand that I can’t force you to stay and I never will. So if you want to take it, go ahead.”

Jun studied Sho’s face, the slight frown he had as he’d explained, the conflict evident on his round face. Something inside him clenched when he realized he’d been the cause of such an expression.

He sighed, taking one long drink from his Kirin until he finished it. “I already refused,” he muttered as he crushed the empty beer can in his fist.

Sho seemed confused and bewildered. “You…you knew?”

“Nino joined me in one of the pools earlier. He thought you already asked me and inquired about the answer himself since you weren’t here anymore when he got back from shopping.” Jun stared right at Sho. “I said I wasn’t interested.”

Sho averted his eyes, like he was ashamed he’d kept it from Jun. “I was going to tell you after…” He tilted his head awkwardly and trailed off, and Jun smiled, deciding that a little revenge was in order since Sho had kept things from him.

“After you woke me up with a blowjob and didn’t allow me to come until I was close to screaming your name?” he finished for Sho, grinning wider when Sho became so flustered and his cheeks turned so red.

“That,” Sho said, pointedly not looking at him and hiding half of his face behind his can of beer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep it a secret. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Jun couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t help adoring him in this particular moment. “How come?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was making you leave,” Sho explained, still refusing to look at him. “Because I didn’t want you to go. I still don’t.”

Jun balanced his weight on one hand over the table and reached out to pry the Kirin away from Sho’s hand, setting it down. He gripped Sho’s chin, tipping it upwards for their eyes to meet.

“Just your luck, Sakurai-san,” he said, intentionally keeping his voice gravelly. “I’m a little hard to get rid of.”

He stood up and rounded the table, impatiently pulling Sho up by grabbing his shirt. When Sho rose to his full height, Jun backed him against the nearest wall. Sho made this gasp of surprise that Jun wanted to hear again and again.

“I wanted to do this last night,” Jun admitted, breathing in Sho’s space.

Sho’s hands settled on his hips before moving to undo the sash of his yukata. “What? Slam me against the wall and just talk?” Sho’s voice was deep now, matching Jun’s. “I kind of expected more.”

Jun grinned, hands moving down to grab Sho’s ass in his jeans. “Tell me your expectations and I'll see if I can make them happen.”

“Is that your travel agent side talking, Matsumoto-san?” Sho teased, wetting his lips as he began rolling his hips against Jun’s.

Jun took a deep breath and pressed closer, hands squeezing Sho’s ass. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

He planted kisses on Sho’s neck as soon as Sho started talking, taking his time to taste the skin as Sho’s voice rang in his ears. “I kept things from you, Jun. So I expected you to grab my face and just kiss me before I can say another word.”

Jun hummed, sucking at Sho’s jawline. He could feel Sho’s pulse quickening under his lips. “What else?”

“You to shove me and undress me and complain under your breath about my clothes being in the way,” Sho continued despite his breaths growing heavier.

Jun placed his mouth on Sho’s earlobe and bit at the soft flesh teasingly. “Then?”

“You to scratch your nails against my stomach as you kiss your way down my chest.” Sho’s voice was getting shaky as Jun moved back down, now licking and sucking at the ridges formed by Sho’s throat.

“Sounds very tempting. Anything else?” he prompted while he busied his hands with unbuckling Sho’s belt and pulling it free to discard it on the floor. He hooked his fingers on Sho’s belt loops to pull the other man flush against him, tilting his head so his lips would land on Sho’s neck.

“You to take me in your hand and ask me what I want,” Sho muttered, just as Jun’s fingers crept past the hem of his faded Keio shirt to trace over his abs.

Jun moved his mouth to Sho’s Adam’s apple, sucking at it and feeling it bob against his lips when Sho swallowed with effort. “Is that all?”

“I expected you to not give in until you have me begging for it,” Sho whispered. Jun’s fingers were now teasing his nipples, running his thumb and forefinger over each bud repeatedly.

“That’s very imaginative,” Jun commented, keeping voice even by concentrating hard. “Anything more?”

Sho’s plump bottom lip trembled as Jun continued his ministrations on Sho’s chest, feeling Sho’s nipples harden under his touches. He withdrew his hand from Sho’s body to fist at Sho’s shirt and Sho helpfully lifted his arms, allowing Jun to discard his shirt somewhere behind him.

“I—” Sho tried, but Jun ducked down to take one of Sho’s nipples between his teeth, delighting in the gasp that Sho made. “Jun—”

“I asked you a question,” Jun reminded him, flicking his tongue over a pert nub.

“I expected you to eventually hoist me up and—” Sho hissed when Jun pinched both of his nipples lightly, his tongue now on Sho’s breastbone.

“And then what?” Jun asked, mouth traveling lower till he was on his knees and licking around Sho’s navel. “What did you think I was going to do?”

Sho looked down at him, pupils so dark that Jun licked his lips at the sight of them. “I honestly thought you were just going to fuck me against the wall as soon as I told you about the offer and you knew that I kept it from you.”

Jun nipped at Sho’s bellybutton for a while, curious about the markings of a former piercing but putting the question off for another time. He stood, bringing himself back to Sho's level. He placed both hands on the wall Sho was resting his head against.

“Go get the lube,” he growled against Sho’s ear, “and come back only when you’ve lost those pants.”

“Was I right with my final expectation?” Sho asked when Jun stepped away to allow him to move.

“We’ll see.” Jun grinned, delivering a gentle slap on Sho’s ass. “Get moving.”

Sho did, heading for their shared quarters just as Jun shrugged off his yukata, leaving it as a messy pile on the floor. He couldn’t stop grinning, thinking that he was really lucky to have Sho and Sho’s openness when it came to sex. For a moment he thought Sho wouldn’t be so crude, wouldn’t elaborate. And then Sho proved him wrong by answering his question thoroughly and concisely in the very Sho way Jun had come to know.

Sho was indirectly asking to be taught a lesson just because he neglected to mention Nino’s offer, and the idea of that made Jun crave, blood rushing to his cock.

Jun couldn’t wait to do things to him.

Sho returned, gloriously naked and shamelessly hard, the lube and the strip of condoms in his hands. Jun grabbed both of his wrists to push him flat against the wall before taking the items from him, and he finally did what Sho first expected him to do.

He kissed Sho hard, cupping his jaw so he could pry Sho’s mouth open with his thumb. Sho’s hands went up to his back, tracing his shoulder blades possessively as he kissed back. Jun broke off to plant quick pecks all over Sho’s face till he reached Sho’s ear.

“Turn around,” he whispered, and Sho complied quickly, bracing himself against the wall.

Jun rained kisses along the angle of his shoulder, letting his lips form a path down the expanse of Sho’s back, his hands tracing Sho’s sides repeatedly as he continued kissing his way down. Sho’s dorsal muscles rippled each time his lips touched the skin, body writhing at the attention. Jun traced every dip and ridge formed by Sho’s spine with his tongue and he heard Sho gasp as a reaction.

Jun tore off one condom packet, tossing the rest on the floor to join their discarded clothing. He put it next to Sho’s mouth before whispering, “If you drop this, nothing’s happening tonight.”

Sho’s eyes widened fractionally before he closed his teeth over the foil packet, the only sign of agreement Jun was going to obtain from him. Jun pulled back just a little to admire the sight of Sho anticipating what he was going to do.

“Did you purposely put off telling me about the vacancy?” Jun asked, his voice low. “If you mean yes, nod.”

Sho nodded, mouth still closed over the condom wrapper.

Jun hummed, running his fingers over the small of Sho’s back and delighting in Sho squirming as a reaction. “Are you sorry?”

Sho nodded again, and Jun slid his palm down over the cleft of Sho’s ass. He put his lips right next to Sho’s ear. “If I spank you, would you like that?”

Sho’s eyes fluttered shut at the question, and Jun waited in combined anxiety and thrill. Sho pushed back against Jun’s palm and looked over his shoulder before giving a nod.

Jun licked the shell of his ear, unable to keep himself from smiling. His kinky tour guide slash roommate knew what he wanted, all right. It was only natural, Jun reasoned, to give it to him.

“Hold this.” He handed Sho the tube of lube, and Sho took it before bracing himself against the wall again. “If you drop that, I’ll stop.” He kissed Sho’s shoulder once, and Sho nodded again.

Jun kneaded Sho’s ass cheeks first as a form of warning. He delivered a light smack on the swell of Sho’s ass, not enough to hurt but enough for Sho to know that he was going to start.

He looked up and only saw Sho nodding his assent, and Jun used the back of his hand to land a sharp slap on the same spot. Sho’s body shivered and he made a muffled yelp, but when Jun looked up, Sho was clutching the tube tightly in his fist, a blissful look on his flushed face.

Jun kept his eyes on Sho’s clenched fist as he delivered one slap after another, the skin of Sho’s ass warming to the touch. Sho’s body jerked with each smack but he didn’t let go of the lube, instead pushing back as if he needed more.

“You kept it from me?” Jun asked, smacking Sho again, hearing Sho inhale sharply through clenched teeth.

Sho just nodded fiercely, eyes shut, the lube still in his grip.

Jun spanked him again. “Even when Nino told you to ask me?”

With Sho’s nod, Jun landed another loud slap.

"Doesn't that make you naughty?" Jun asked, spanking the same ass cheek again.

Sho nodded, and Jun delivered a backhanded slap this time. He hissed at the same time Sho did, and he caught Sho's knees shaking in an effort to remain upright.

“Are you sorry?” Jun asked again, and when Sho nodded, he delivered three successive blows at the heated flesh.

Jun raked his nails lightly over the reddened skin and Sho took deep breaths, his spine curving. Jun stepped back a little to admire his handiwork: the uneven color on Sho’s ass, the way his handprints bloomed into bright red in contrast to Sho’s tanned skin.

Jun flexed and extended his fingers before landing a loud smack on Sho’s other ass cheek, the sound cracking in the room.

"You think I already forgot about you keeping things from me?" he asked, landing another sharp slap that made Sho arch.

Sho shook his head but pushed back against Jun’s palm, the tube still in his clenched fist, and Jun spanked him again. “You think you’re off the hook now?”

Another shake of Sho’s head and Jun answered it with a loud smack right on the cleft of Sho’s ass. Sho threw his head back, a stifled groan escaping his lips, and Jun just kept going, spanking him till his ass was red and hot.

Sho was rapidly falling apart, trying to push back and find friction on his cock at the same time, making muffled whimpers once in a while. Jun rubbed his palms against the heated flesh of Sho’s ass, squeezing lightly, liking how they felt to the touch. Sho was trembling but he maintained his stance, presenting his ass like he wanted more of whatever Jun had in store for him.

When Jun checked, Sho was clutching the tube. He grabbed a handful of Sho’s hair, exposing his neck.

“Do you want to be fucked?” Jun whispered, mouth hovering on Sho’s shoulder.

Sho nodded repeatedly, punctuating each with a push of his ass towards Jun’s hips, and Jun delivered two blows on each cheek, admiring their warmth and redness underneath his palms.

“You’re not getting off that easy.” He slapped Sho’s ass again, and although it wasn’t as strong as his previous blows, Sho’s body still trembled, his cock jutting and leaking when Jun hovered over his shoulder to check.

The sight of Sho so keen, bordering on impatient, made Jun plant kisses on his shoulder. One of Jun’s hands moved to cover Sho’s, taking the lube from him to coat each of his finger copiously, and Sho groaned between gritted teeth, a sound that went straight to Jun’s dick.

Jun sucked on Sho’s earlobe, causing Sho to shiver. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Sho’s eyes remained shut but he nodded repeatedly, muffled whimpers escaping from his closed mouth, and that was answer enough.

He nipped at the tip of Sho’s shoulder and reached down, tracing Sho’s hole before pushing one finger in. Sho visibly trembled, his forehead pressed against the wall as Jun went slow, letting Sho become sufficiently adjusted to the stretch.

He ran kisses across Sho’s shoulder up to his nape, inhaling Sho’s scent. Sho couldn’t make a sound with his teeth firmly closed over the condom packet and his hands were tightly clenched into fists as though he could grab the wall to keep himself afloat. Jun continued to lavish him with attention, to tease him just to see him gradually come apart.

Jun inserted another finger without warning and Sho thumped his head repeatedly against his forearm as a reaction. Jun began scissoring slowly, Sho’s sharp intakes of breath his only indication that he was enjoying this. Jun craned his neck, putting his mouth right next to Sho’s earlobe.

“I want you to keep your hands on the wall no matter what happens.” He kissed Sho’s neck after Sho nodded. His other hand held on to Sho’s hip as he leaned back to watch his fingers disappear into Sho’s ass, the tight heat of Sho’s body sucking him in.

Jun relented when Sho clenched around him and bucked back, adding more lube to his fingers before pushing the third one in. Sho’s back arched as a reaction, his back muscles moving accordingly. Sho was now trapped in combined pleasure and frustration, because while Jun was now fucking him with three fingers, Jun was still deliberately avoiding his prostate.

Sho was pushing his ass back, desperate and needy, and Jun only shushed him, pressing reassuring kisses to the curve of his shoulder as he stroked circles around Sho’s hipbone with his other hand.

When Sho turned his head to glare at him, Jun finally crooked his fingers and stroked the little bump that sent Sho to a muffled groan, his lips still closed tightly around the condom wrapper just like Jun had asked.

Jun decided to be a little underhanded just to see how long Sho would last. He asked Sho to hold the lube for him again as he continued fucking Sho, the slick sounds created by his fingers pistoning in and out of Sho’s hole making his cock twitch in excitement. He licked long lines on his other hand, getting it sufficiently wet before snaking around Sho’s waist to pump Sho’s cock.

Sho let out a muffled whimper, his face mashed on the crook of his elbow as his thrusted into Jun’s hand, needing more friction. Jun let him, although he only circled his hand loosely on Sho’s length, not really providing Sho the friction he needed.

The muscles of Sho’s arms and back were taut and strained in an obvious effort to keep himself together, and Jun kissed along his back as he finally withdrew his fingers, keeping his hands on Sho’s hips.

Jun grabbed a handful of Sho’s hair to expose his neck, planting a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Sho-san,” he said, finally taking the condom wrapper from Sho and tearing it open with his teeth.

He kept his lips close to Sho’s ear as he rolled it onto himself. He pried the lube away from Sho’s hand and slicked himself up, and he dropped the tube on the floor as he aligned the head of his cock to Sho’s hole. Jun braced himself by holding on to Sho’s shoulder and Sho’s hip, and he pushed inside without another word, burying himself deep in one smooth thrust.

He buried his face against Sho’s shoulder as he waited for Sho to adjust, biting on the skin there to prevent himself from thrusting into Sho mindlessly because Sho was so tight and hot and felt too good around him.

They stayed like that for a few moments, with Sho’s hissing intakes of oxygen ringing in Jun’s ears until Sho turned his head. Jun looked up, their eyes meeting.

“Move,” Sho demanded, and Jun spanked his ass once before pulling out and slamming back in, muffling his pleased groan on Sho’s neck.

He kept his hands on Sho’s hips as he thrusted back into the blinding heat of Sho’s body, panting hard against Sho’s sweaty skin. Sho was crying out every time Jun fucked into him, his face buried in the crook of his elbow as he pushed back, meeting Jun’s movements halfway.

The room was filled with sounds of Jun’s hips smacking repeatedly against Sho’s ass followed by quick huffs of breath and drawn out moans. Jun was grunting in pleasure now, his mouth still attached to Sho’s skin, savoring the scent and taste of Sho as he shifted a little to change his angle.

Doing so sent Sho to a hitched sob, his inner muscles clenching around Jun and making Jun see white, his hips rolling faster in response.

“Spank me,” Sho pleaded each time their bodies met, and Jun did, hissing at the warmth around his cock and the one spreading on his palm as he delivered one loud smack after another. “I was selfish and bad, Jun. More. Please.”

Jun cursed, knowing that Sho was asking partly because he knew what effect it had. Jun could hear Sho half-groaning and half-laughing with each please he uttered, his satisfaction at getting what he wanted and at managing to rile Jun up.

“Fuck you,” Jun gritted, but he kept raining blows on Sho’s ass with each thrust anyway, until Sho could no longer say a damn thing and only moan, the sound muffled on his forearm.

Hips stuttering, Jun pulled Sho to him again and again. He placed his hands on top of Sho’s on the wall, allowing them to align their bodies completely as they moved together, harder and faster and increasingly desperate.

“Jun,” Sho kept whimpering, out of breath and so needy. Jun snaked his arm around Sho’s waist and pumped his dick in rhythm with his thrusts, finally giving him what he needed. Sho was close and Jun just yanked his body back as his hand went faster, stroking and squeezing until he heard Sho’s breath hitch.

“Go,” Jun husked against Sho’s ear, hand and hips relentless. He squeezed Sho’s cock and landed one last sharp slap on Sho’s ass, and Sho trembled, letting out a guttural moan as he climaxed in thick, ropey bursts, dirtying the wall before him.

Jun snapped his hips a few more times—hard, sharp thrusts that made Sho breathe sharply through his nose—before finally coming, muffling his grunts on the back of Sho’s neck. Panting hard from exhaustion and heartbeat racing, he wrapped his arms around Sho’s body and peppered kisses along his nape and shoulder blades as he waited for his body to come back down.

“How was that compared to your expectations?” Jun asked when he could finally get some words out, his earlier euphoria beginning to ebb away. He didn’t move though, contented with embracing Sho for just a while longer, his sweaty chest tightly pressed against Sho’s back.

Sho let out a breathless laugh, tilting his head back to press against Jun’s. “Better.”

Of course it was, Jun thought with a smile.

"Come on," Jun coaxed, kissing Sho’s temple. "Let's get you cleaned up."


Part Six