Part 2 of 3

Ninomiya popped his head in around 11 am.

“How is everything going today for you, Sakurai-san?” he asked, taking a single step inside the office after Sho’s nod of approval, “There’s been a few changes in your schedule today. I’ve moved the meeting with Yasuda-san to 3 pm., and Tanaka-san called and moved your appointment with him to tomorrow. Aside from that, your lunch meeting with Matsuoka-san from our department of research has been cancelled and moved to next week.”

Sho had kept nodding as Ninomiya listed the various things, there was nothing new to constant changes to his schedule. If Ninomiya did not manage to plan Sho’s time to satisfaction – meaning, he should plan everything down to every single minute – Sho was perfectly capable of doing that himself. But that the meeting with Matsuoka had been moved all the way into next week made him frown.

“Next week? Are you sure he does not have the time to see me earlier?” he asked.

His secretary looked apologetic, “I’m sorry, but it seems he has asked for the weekend off to go with his wife and children to some hut in Hokkaido –  what they want to do there I have no idea – So there won’t be time in his schedule earlier than Monday next week.”

Sho hummed in response, “I see. Well, I suppose that means we’ll need lunch from the cafeteria today, Nino.”

His secretary grinned, “Your treat?” he asked and Sho was not surprised.

“My treat,” he agreed which made Ninomiya shake his fist with a squeak of joy.

Sho chuckled deeply. There were a few ways to make his secretary and friend really happy. Free food was one of them. Free games was another. Free things in general was a great way of turning Ninomiya over to one’s side.

“If you go and get it for us, I’ll pay for anything you want,” Sho said, reaching for his drawer to find his wallet. Knowing Nino, he’d probably go for ramen either way. Out of the two of them, Sho was the one to buy the more expensive food.

Nino was by his desk in a flash, hand outstretched and waiting for the cool cash,

“Can I buy drinks too?” he wondered aloud, and Sho was actually surprised that Nino asked that. Was he trying to be cute?

“You can buy drinks too. Just oolong tea for me please.”

“And what of food?” Nino said as he was handed a few bills from Sho’s wallet, “Anything in particular?”

“Anything is fine-“ Sho stopped himself, remembered, “Actually, Nino, if you can find something with a lot of vegetables in it, I’ll have that.”

Ninomiya raised an eyebrow, “Vegetables?”

“Yes, vegetables. The green stuff,”

Of course, Nino probably wasn’t used to Sho asking for the healthy food. No, Sho did not prefer to live of fast food. Vegetables weren’t much fun, but Sho had to admit that greasy food tended to make him feel bloated.

“With some meat too, thanks.” He left no room for further arguments when he turned to the papers in front of him. Grabbing his expensive ink-pen, he made a show out of getting back to work.

Just before he went out the door, Sho caught Ninomiya mumbling something about ‘suddenly being all health aware’ before his voice vanished down the corridor. Sho smiled. He had promised his trainer to take better care after all.

Ten minutes later, Ninomiya returned to Sho’s office carrying a tray. Sho had managed to read a couple of charts and graphs and had just gotten his thoughts wrapped around how the information was to be used, but the smell of food made him raise his head out of reflex.

His eyes were probably looking hopeful, because Nino chuckled as he put the grey plastic tray down in front of Sho,

“So, I really went out of my way to get these yummy things for you, Sho-chan,” he pointed at the plate, “Look, this is a salad that the lovely canteen lady mixed personally for you. It has got lettuce, pieces of cabbage, carrots, mushrooms and cute little tomatoes in it.

See, she even cut them into little star-shapes,” Sho was biting his lip to hold back a laugh, “And, look at this Sho-chan: I found chicken breast in the hot corner. Just because it is you and you are the best boss in the world, I even gave you a bit of soy sauce on the side,” Nino threw him a salute and bowed deep.

Sho just couldn’t help but grin at his secretary, “You are wonderful, Nino.” He admitted, “Thank you.”

With a wave of his hand, Ninomiya dismissed the praise, “No, no not at all. Oh, and your oolong tea is there too. Perfectly chilled.”

“I hope you remembered to get yourself something good too?” pulling his tray slowly towards himself with both hands, Sho raised his eyebrows at Nino.

“Of course, Sakurai-san,” he changed to formal speaking, and made Sho chuckle again, “Since my boss told me to get whatever I wanted, I of course went and got myself miso ramen.”

Of course. Sho shook his head, smiling,

“Remind me to treat you to yakiniku one of these days, Nino. You can’t live on ramen.”

“Nonsense Sho-chan. Yakiniku is unnecessarily expensive anyway. But you can treat me to ramen from that stand around the corner anytime,” he winked, “Oh, or maybe even the udon shop you’ve told me about.”

What would Sho do without Ninomiya to brighten his day? Hardworking, intelligent and cheeky, he was more than just an old classmate. He was Sho’s best friend.

He smiled,
“Thank you Nino.” His words were also a dismissal, an unsaid request for Ninomiya to leave his office. Not that that meant the guy would take the hint. Instead, he dropped his ass down on the chair across from Sho, elbows put down on the table and then he started pulling the plastic off his ramen bowl.

Sho ignored it. Because now that the other man was here, he found that maybe it wasn’t so bad to have company for a while, to take a break and just talk instead of wolfing down his food while typing furiously on his computer.

Ninomiya broke the silence, “So, Sho-chan. Aiba-shi tells me that you’ve been visiting the gym quite often recently. And alone. And that you always come to work exhausted the day after.” Sho knew what he was insinuating before he uttered the words, “What is so interesting in that gym anyway? That you’d rather leave Aiba out, and it drains all your energy?”

Sho cleared his throat and stopped poking at his piece of chicken breast. He had only managed to eat a single star tomato and a few leaves of rocket lettuce.

“I am doing what one would normally do in a gym, Nino: I exercise.” He answered, shooting a single glare at the man opposite him, daring him to continue. And continue he did:

“Is that it, Sho-chan? You sure there is nothing real nice to look at on those treadmills? Something which has caught your fancy?”

Ninomiya knew about Sho’s preferences too, so he knew that Sho probably wasn’t looking at the women in their gym clothes. Sho’s friend probably also knew that yes, Sho was indeed looking at something, in fact, he was more than just looking at something.

“I am sorry, Ninomiya, but that really is none of your business,” he continued staring at his food, finally taking a piece of chicken into his mouth, just to give himself an excuse not to talk.

Ninomiya, the bastard, leaned in over the table, a slim smirk on his face – Sho’s most hated expression of his,

“He must really be something, this gym trainer, for you to frequent him so often,”

Sho spluttered and had to grab for his bottle of tea, coughing and trying his best to breathe.

What was up with Ninomiya’s way of putting it anyway? There was a huge difference between looking at his gym trainer, and actually doing something about it. Sho, of all people, knew how improper and unprofessional it would be to do something about the increasing attraction he felt towards Matsumoto. As Sho got his coughing under control and swallowed his meat with difficulty, he weighted his options: Somehow, he wanted to tell Ninomiya about Matsumoto, but he also felt as if it was too early. There was nothing between them, he told himself. Nothing aside from Sho wanting Matsumoto quite badly. Honestly.

But that did not mean there was anything between the two of them, nothing leading to anything anyway. Sho groaned loudly and put a hand through his hair, messing it up.

“I’d rather keep it professional, Nino.” He admitted. There was no one other than Nino he ever allowed to see his less uptight side like this. No one else who saw how Sho looked when frustrated or unsure. Sho usually did not want to admit showing insecurities.
There had been something in Sho’s voice, in his way of looking at Ninomiya which made the younger man understand. Because he nodded and leaned back in his chair, the smile disappearing. One could say a lot about Ninomiya Kazunari, but he knew when to quit – he was not insensible.

“I understand, Sho-kun. Just…” his sigh made Sho look at him. Nino did not often sigh, “Just don’t hold yourself back ok? You’ve been doing that for way too long already.”

Sho did not know what to say to that. His friend was probably right. But he feared that during this long period of having nothing other than work on his hands all the time, he had forgotten how to search for something else, had forgotten how to let go.

*

Just because Sho had made Matsumoto promise not to use the exercise balls anymore, did not mean that the trainer couldn’t force Sho out in weird positions in other ways.

“Ugh, this hurts! When can I stop?”

“Not until I say so, stop whining,”

Sho was trying so reach his feet, bent over at the front, and he had to admit it was impossible. Which of course meant that Matsumoto disagreed. Sho felt a hand on his back and couldn’t help the shiver that ran through him,

“What are you-?” and then Matsumoto pressed down, “Arg! What are you doing? That’s dangerous!” Sho’s yell was being completely ignored, and Matsumoto just continued to force his upper body further down, chuckling while at it.

“Oi you! Stop, please, no, I can’t-”

Sho was groaning with the effort, closing his eyes, but he did try. He really did try to reach his feet, but he couldn’t. In the end, Matsumoto took pity on him,

“Okay, that’s good. Next position.”

Sho could only whine again, grimacing in a pretend sob which made Matsumoto look at him and laugh,

“It’s only going to get better from here,” he promised.

“It will never get better. Matsumoto-san, I have been this stiff for as long as I can remember,” Sho pouted, but sat down on the cot anyway when Matsumoto motioned for him to do so.

“Let me show you the next position,”

“Okay.”

Had he agreed too quickly?

Matsumoto looked at him with a grin, “You have probably seen this one before,” and spread his legs as wide as they could go on the cot, and Sho had to marvel at his flexibility. He was a bit taken aback then though. Matsumoto was giving him the perfect excuse to ogle at his thighs and shins, as well as what was between his legs, and Sho was beginning to wonder if Matsumoto was doing it on purpose. He certainly did not comment on Sho’s eyes continuing to flicker between his face and his taut inner thighs. As a matter of fact, he was still smiling, looking up at Sho through his long eyelashes.

“Stretch forward first,” Matsumoto stretched forward and Sho stared. He would never be able to lean that far down, it was crazy. “Then go left,” Matsumoto stretched left, “And next, right,” and Matsumoto went right.

This was a very simple exercise, but Sho could already feel the heat shifting under his skin at the thought of the two of them changing positions. It was kind of exciting, and very much improper.

When Matsumoto got up again, Sho moved to spread his legs, and was embarrassed to realize how sharp the angle between his legs were. He snorted,

“This is pathetic compared to you, Matsumoto-san,”

Matsumoto surprised Sho by saying:

“Nonsense, Sakurai-san, here, let me help,”

Sho was unsure of how to react when his trainer acted like this – the man would make fun of him one second, and be completely serious the next. Or be considerate like he was now. As if he knew exactly why Sho was laughing at himself, as if he knew that it was Sho’s way of hiding his embarrassment. Or maybe his willingness to help right now was just an excuse; Sho wasn’t really sure.
He went to stand right behind Sho, and Sho felt Matsumoto’s feet just touching his behind. Then his hands were on Sho’s shoulder blades, and he did not warn Sho before he started pushing him forward.

“Ouch, ouch ouch...” Sho mumbled, mostly to himself, since there would be no mercy from Matsumoto.

Stretching, Sho reached forward with his hands, mimicking Matsumoto as well as he could. Though, he still was far from touching the ground with his upper body. He could understand the importance of stretching though, he could feel how his blood flowed faster and more easily through his veins. No pain no gain. It wasn’t as if this was worse than the training Matsumoto had put him through earlier today on the machines.

“Ok, keep holding that position,” Matsumoto said, and his hands let go of Sho’s shoulders. Sho’s skin felt oddly cold now that Matsumoto was not there.

But he was not deprived for long. Matsumoto kneeled between his legs, and Sho was just about to protest, heart beating violently in his chest, when Matsumoto grabbed his knees and pushed his legs in opposite directions. Instantly, Sho started protesting, lifting a hand towards the trainer – but the warmth in his cheeks, flaming up on his neck was not due to the pain in his inner thighs.

Matsumoto’s hands were burning. As if the sparks Sho had felt before weren’t enough, the direct contact was close to making him go crazy. Sho bit his lip hard, trying his best to come up with something – anything – to stop the heat from Matsumoto’s hands spreading inwards and upwards on his thighs. Conversely, he wanted so badly to lean to his right, to place his lips at Matsumoto’s ear and ask him to move his hands further up, to move them towards his inner thighs and eventually right where he could imagine them right now.
There was no way he wanted to moan, but it was getting increasingly difficult with the mixture of pain and pleasure Sho was experiencing now,

“Ow,”
The word came out a whisper and then Matsumoto lifted his head to look at him. Sho had to swallow, they were so close, Matsumoto’s slender fingers still gripping his legs, and Sho could see those moles so clearly, he could see the different shades of brown in Matsumoto’s eyes, even the small hollows and dents in Matsumoto’s skin. The bobbing of Matsumoto’s Adams’s apple as he swallowed made Sho’s eyes flicker down to his neck and his breath caught in his throat. Boy, he could easily imagine what it would feel like to run his tongue over the skin there.

Matsumoto licked his lips and Sho had to suck a breath in through his mouth.

Suddenly, Matsumoto let go of his legs and Sho’s heart jumped when he realized he had been leaning forward, towards Matsumoto’s tempting lips. Without the support of Matsumoto’s hands, Sho had to put his hands down quickly in front of himself to balance his weight.

When Matsumoto cleared his throat, it pleased Sho to see the flustered expression on his face, his cheeks red. Good. Sho had not been the only one to feel this one.

“I think-” Matsumoto cleared high throat again when his voice came out croaked, “I think this will be enough for today.”
Yes, he was indeed flustered. And it made Sho’s heart jump and a smirk to grace his face. So he wasn’t the only one affected after all. Well wasn’t this interesting. Maybe Matsumoto had bitten off more than he could chew.

*

Sho had been going to the gym for more than a month, getting increasingly stronger and more fit with the help of Matsumoto Jun. He owed it to his trainer that he could now lift more weight, he could run longer and faster, his pectorals had swelled and his abdominal muscles had become sharper. But what was even better was how his energy had risen in general: His head felt clearer and it wasn’t as hard for him to get up early in the mornings, especially when he knew how he faced eggs and coffee for breakfast. The eggs were also Matsumoto’s idea when Sho had asked for other tips to his eating, simple tips which did not crave too much of his time.

What had changed the most was the air between Sho and his trainer though. Sho could feel how the tension rose each time they faced each other again after a break between training sessions, he could sense how the electric current got stronger every time he met the man, and every time Matsumoto laughed at him or commanded him to do something, or even just smiled at him, his heart would swell. Whether it was in happiness, Sho was not sure. But he knew that he had come to enjoy Matsumoto’s company more than the training sessions themselves. He was no longer looking forward to just the exercise after work, but to seeing Jun.

Their training sessions were no longer just serious, but also fun, though Sho had to admit that they had seemed to tease each other right from the very beginning when they met. Matsumoto continued to put Sho in all kinds of exposed positions, and Sho was sure that the other man got more and more physical every time, and it really was a miracle how Sho had managed to hide his arousal until now. There were only two ways the relationship between the two of them could end, the tension would snap at some point, and really, it was only a matter of time.

Sho had had a change of schedule that day, resulting in his last meeting dragging out longer than expected, so he had to call Matsumoto in the late afternoon, telling him that they had to cancel their session. Which he regretted deeply. He had really been looking forward to see the man after two days of resting – since he’d had to go meet a possible new client on Wednesday. The thought of the excitement it would bring was what had gotten Sho out of bed. Matsumoto surprised him with his suggestion that afternoon though,

“Why don’t you come after your meeting? The gym will be open until 12 am., if you think you have the energy for a later session?”
It left Sho considering how to formulate a proper reply. The slight challenge in Matsumoto’s last words did not go unnoticed, but Sho was not surprised. It had been nothing but teases and challenges for the past week. Sho was so close to snapping that it was getting increasingly dangerous for the both of them, and Matsumoto was certainly not doing anything to stop the course of events.

“I think my meeting will be over around 9 pm., so I could be in the gym at 9.30? If it does not bother you, Matsumoto-san, I imagine you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow as well,”

Matsumoto’s voice on the phone ignored the formalities completely, “9.30 sounds fine, I’ll be waiting for you. Sakurai-kun, good work.”

He hung up before Sho had time to react to the new honorific added to his name. Well, wasn’t this something.

When he entered the first of two meetings, Ninomiya asked him why he was smiling.

Four hours later, Sho was rushing as he packed all his things together. It was already half past nine, he was late for the gym session with Matsumoto, and he felt increasingly worried about it. What if Matsumoto left the gym while he was rushing to get there? Sho hated being late, he hated it when his schedule did not work out as he wanted, and he hated it when he left people waiting for him. This was so not good.

Ninomiya started to say something to him, but Sho just flew past him, out the door, one arm tugged into the sleeve of his jacket, an apology thrown at the wind. His secretary would forgive him, Sho knew. Whatever it was he wanted to say, surely it could wait till tomorrow?

With his gym bag slung over one shoulder and his briefcase in another, Sho hurried to the train since it was faster than walking to the gym which was actually quite close by. Lifting his left hand to look at his watch, Sho realized he wouldn’t be able to reach the gym before 10. Shit.

All kinds of thoughts ran through Sho’s mind as the train ran painfully slow, including how he had wanted to see Matsumoto so badly, and now he might’ve missed his chance. What if Matsumoto truly got mad at him? He had left him waiting for him for more than 2 hours past their initial appointment already, and now an additional 30 minutes? He felt so darn bad about it – he certainly would not blame Matsumoto for leaving the gym, letting Sho sulk and train by himself tonight. Sho sighed deeply. Wasn’t this great.
He ran from the train to the gym, and his heartrate quickened when he finally saw the lights from the gym. Hopefully someone was there. If he was lucky, it was Matsumoto.

When he finally pushed the door open and tumbled into the warm gym, he was panting hard. He could totally skip the warm up today.
Immediately, he started searching for Matsumoto, for the gorgeous man in the purple t-shirt, while he took off his shoes clumsily.
He could not see him anywhere.

“Ah, no. Shit. Damnit.” he mumbled to himself, heart sinking.

Well, what had he expected anyway?

Sho wanted to go home. It was so late already, and there was no one else in the gym - it was empty – which meant that if Sho stayed, he’d be staying alone with his gloomy thoughts. Nothing to distract him. But since he had come all the way here, he decided to train anyway. Matsumoto had more than once told him that one could increase their mood with exercise. Maybe it would work today too. And he had warmed up already after all, Sho thought humourlessly. Wonderful.

His movements were slow and demotivated as he changed into his training shirt and sweatpants, locking his briefcase in one of the lockers. He realized he had even forgotten his water bottle on the desk in his office. Could things get any better now?
Seriously, it was no fun training alone. Not anymore.

There was a vending machine in the gym, so Sho spent an additional 30 seconds searching for a few coins in his wallet. When he finally left the lockers, the gym felt even quieter than before. Sho shivered. It was even a little spooky.

Making his way to the vending machine, he convinced himself to make the best of the situation and just get this hour over with and go home to bed. There was more work on his desk tomorrow craving his attention, to turn his thoughts elsewhere. He realized he had been staring at the machine for too long without deciding anything, when he heard someone approach him,

“Seriously, how long do you intend for me to wait?”

Sho whirled around, and found Matsumoto with his arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on his face. His eyes went up and down Sho’s body, making Sho feel incredibly self-conscious, “I have been waiting for more than half an hour and you’re just standing there in your own thoughts? That’s rude, Sakurai-kun.”

Again with the new honorific. With that addition, Sho knew that things couldn’t be that bad. Already, his insides had started to warm up at the sight of Matsumoto. Even if the man was wearing shorts over his tights today. Why was that anyway? Still, the first thing he did was bow deeply,

“I am so sorry! The meeting dragged out, and when I finally got here I couldn’t see you anywhere,” he said, facing the floor, before he timidly lifted his head again. He gnawed on his lip, looking at Matsumoto’s unchanging posture. “I thought you had left Matsumoto-kun,” he admitted, eyes flickering away for the briefest of seconds, “Which I wouldn’t put past you of course.”
Then Matsumoto tsked, and Sho saw how his expression turned into a shy smile,

“Of course I wouldn’t leave,” he was putting one arm across his body, holding onto the elbow of his other arm, “I knew you would’ve called if you had to cancel so… I figured you wouldn’t leave me hanging on purpose,” The look he shot Sho through his eyelashes went straight between Sho’s legs.

Matsumoto was looking increasingly embarrassed as if he was shy that he had been waiting so long for Sho, as if he had wanted to see Sho as badly as Sho had wanted to see him. Sho was so close to stepping into Jun’s space and take his head between his hands, he even had to put an arm on the vending machine to lean his weight there, or he would’ve fallen forward.
Sho smiled at him, “I am really terribly sorry you had to wait, but I am glad you did not leave. I have been looking forward to our session after all,” he voiced out and enjoyed the spark in Matsumoto’s eyes.

“Well,” the trainer said, dropping his arm and his shy posture, “Let’s get to it then!” All professional again, Sho noted and followed Matsumoto to the Lat Pulldown.

Everything went as usual with a few laughs and prods here and there from Matsumoto, but when the trainer told Sho to sit down on the Abdominal Bench, something changed. After Sho sat down, Jun bent over and took hold of his legs to guide them under the support pat,

“You have to be careful with this workout, and do it correctly. If not, it can actually lead to back problems,” he told Sho, “And I wouldn’t be worth much as a trainer if I guided you to back problems, now would I?” He looked up at Sho, and his smile froze.

Sho had not heard a single word of what he said. The second Matsumoto’s hands touched his thighs, his muscles tensed and he felt electrocuted. It was late, Sho was tired, his patience was stretched thin, and there was no one else in the gym. Only the two of them, so nothing was there to retain Sho within the short distance between them. The increasing confusion evident in Matsumoto’s big, expressive eyes only pushed Sho further, and before he knew it, he had grabbed hold of the front of Matsumoto’s t-shirt, his hand clenching in the soft fabric and pulled Matsumoto towards him. It was an instant reaction to the desire welling up in him. When his lips finally met Jun’s, sparks went off behind his eyelids, and he realized how long he had been deprived of this. Despite his want, his heart was beating loudly in his ears while he waited for Matsumoto’s reaction. He did not have to wait long.

Matsumoto sighed a second after, sounding as if he had been waiting and waiting for Sho to make this very move, and now Sho felt how his warm hands cradled his face desperately, as Matsumoto deepened the kiss, moving his soft lips against Sho’s. Sho could not help the groan when he let go, allowing relief and arousal to course through his body, the rising courage enabling him to poke his tongue between Jun’s lips, until he opened his mouth up to Sho, and allowed him free roaming inside the heat of his mouth. Damn, he had wanted this.

Matsumoto leaned further forward then, resting his knee on the bench pad between Sho’s legs, and tilted his head to give Sho’s tongue better access. One of his hands moved to the back of Sho’s head to entwine his fingers with Sho’s thick hair, but for the time being, Sho dwelled on the sensation of Jun’s hot lips and his wet tongue and the air he sucked from Sho’s mouth.

“Sho,” Matsumoto whispered breathlessly between kisses and Sho swore he had dreamt of hearing his name leave Matsumoto’s pretty mouth like that since he met him.

He left a long drawn out breath by Jun’s ear, before he moved his lips to graze the mole on the right side of Jun’s nape, one of many. Sho wondered if he could find more underneath Jun’s clothes. His hands came to automatically rest on the curve of Jun’s hips as Jun moved to nibble lightly at Sho’s bottom lip, and Sho could not deny how arousing it was when Jun started tugging a bit harder, so to retaliate, he moved his head to start licking his way down the long neck he had admired for so long, taking his time to feel the planes of the sternomastoid and how Jun’s Adam’s apple felt under his tongue. When he gently sucked and bit into the latter, Jun let out a quiet whine and pulled at Sho’s hair. Sho wondered if all of Jun’s seemingly genius exercises had been used to draw them both to this very point in time.

“I have a confession,” Jun breathed suddenly against Sho’s cheek, lowering his head and licking at the shell of Sho’s ear, causing goose bumps to rise all over the skin on his arms, “When I saw you here for the first time,” the hand that wasn’t buried in his hair went travelling down Sho’s back, Jun’s fingers clawing slightly at the muscles around Sho’s spine, “It was from behind,”

His hand was now caressing Sho’s lower back and Sho expressed himself with a growl against Jun’s collarbone, hands sneaking under the hem of Jun’s shirt to finger at soft skin. “I do not know, if you have noticed,” Sho grinned in satisfaction at Jun’s gasp when he used his teeth on Jun’s clavicle, “But you look- incredible from behind,”

The way he was able to take Jun’s breath away, to render him unable to express himself satisfied Sho to no end. Matsumoto had been doing the very thing to Sho for weeks now, but to realize that Sho had the same effect on Matsumoto under other circumstances made Sho feel in control again.

As if to emphasize his opinion, Jun’s fingers snuck their way under Sho’s sports shirt to graze the hem of his sweatpants, testing the waters, before he bravely moved them underneath the band and prodded lightly against the top of Sho’s buttocks, tickling the beginning of his ass crack. It earned him a hiss escaping Sho, before Sho crashed his lips against Jun’s again in a messy, wet kiss.

Then Jun moved his hand back to the front, and placed it against Sho’s clothed erection. Sho moaned against Jun’s lips, bucking slightly against Jun’s hand, wondering whether Jun knew how crazy he was making him,

“Jun,” he begged while Jun’s fingers played around the tip of his cock. He was so hard, and he wanted Matsumoto so badly it hurt. But it was impossible here. In such a public place. Sho was all about professionalism, so the situation was stressful and strange, but also so arousing that it only made Sho go even crazier. Here they were, trainer and trainee with their tongues twirling around one another, each of them enjoying how the other felt underneath their fingertips, finally allowed to touch. Jun suddenly drew away with a wet sound, and lowered himself downwards. He did not tell Sho anything, but spoke with his eyes as he let his hands glide down Sho’s biceps, resting briefly at his wrists, telling him wordlessly to stay with his hands at his sides. Then he put his hands on Sho’s knees and before Sho knew it, Jun looked up at him from the floor, mischief gleaming in his eyes. Sho’s eyes widened,

“You are not-?”
Jun silenced him with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing his lips together, “No one is around anyway. Don’t worry, Sakurai-san.” As soon as he moved his fingers away again, Sho wetted his lips and looked on in anticipation. Jun’s hands started massaging Sho’s inner thighs and Sho’s toes curled. It was so hot, and so wrong and Sho couldn’t help looking around the room, making sure no one saw them. There were windows in the gym, but he could hope he and Jun were far enough away for people at a distance not to see them. When Jun’s hands came to the junction between Sho’s thighs and his cock, he threw his head back in a deep sigh, hands fisting at his sides. Gods, he wanted Jun at his cock so badly, and Jun was teasing.

“Sho,”
The use of his name in a deeper pitch made Sho snap his head back to focus his black eyes on Jun once again, taking in the picture of his form right there between his legs, eyes shining in lust, mouth open as he panted slightly. Sho wanted to burn that very picture to his memory, so he could draw it forth whenever he was alone in the shower. This was the Jun he would think of then.
“I want you to lift that perfect ass of yours,” he demanded, and Sho smirked and put his hands back to support his weight, obliging eagerly.

As Jun’s fingers hooked around the waistband of his sweats, Sho lifted himself from the bench just slightly, just so Jun could pull down his sweats and underwear enough for his erection to spring free. Sho was watching Jun all the time, and he growled in appreciation at the sight of Jun biting his bottom lip, eyes on Sho’s cock proudly standing between his legs. Sho couldn’t wait to feel Jun’s mouth on him –  not just his hands –  he wanted that heat to engulf him and for Jun to show what he could also do with that skilled tongue of his. And maybe Jun could see it in his eyes, maybe he could guess, because he asked,

“What do you want me to do Sho?”

His eyes were probably as full of desire as Sho’s was, and with the way Jun was practically asking for it, Sho was quick to answer, his voice a low growl,

“I want you to take me into your mouth, Jun. Show me how you put those hot lips of yours to good use.”

And Jun grinned. Eyes fixed on Sho’s, he leaned forward and at the first touch of his mouth against Sho’s cock, no more than a kiss, Sho bucked his hips again and Jun chuckled,

“Play nice,” he put his hands on Sho hips before circling his hand around the base. When Jun placed his tongue against the underside of Sho’s length, Sho bit his lip, and he struggled to stay still when Jun moved his tongue upwards, following the thick vein running from the base to the tip. The attack of sensations overwhelming Sho were half the feeling of Jun, half the sight of him.
Jun continued lapping at him with his tongue, swirling it teasingly around the head, and when he let it slide over the slit to lick away the pre-come gathered there, Sho’s breath caught in his throat,

“Jun,” he begged, trying to lift his hips to force his cock into Jun’s mouth, making Jun chuckle again. Even if Jun was the one on his
knees, he had Sho completely at his mercy and so far he had not made a move to help Sho out of his misery.  But he seemed to finally decide on indulging Sho, opening his mouth wide to close his lips around Sho, making Sho’s breath hitch in his throat at the obscene sight before Jun’s lips engulfed him. A guttural groan escaped Sho when Jun took him deeper, letting his tongue caress the sides of Sho’s cock, his spit making it increasingly easier for him to bob his head up and down Sho’s length. Sho grabbed hold of Jun’s short, dark locks of hair and once more arched his back, bringing his cock deeper into Jun’s mouth this time, causing Jun to whimper quietly. Which of course only urged Sho on; the desire to see Jun struggling made him push Jun’s head gently forward, asking Jun to take more of him, for Sho to feel the heat all the way to the base of his cock.

Jun’s hand moved further down the erection as he took more and more of Sho, and Sho had to admit that Jun was good at dragging it out, and enduring it, for Sho to feel as much as possible. Jun was nothing if not attentive to details and perfection. Slowly, but surely, Sho was being reduced to sighs and moans while Jun increased his speed, tilted his head, shifted positions while he worked on taking Sho deeper. In the end, he was forced to take his eyes away from Sho when he suddenly slowed down to guide Sho’s cock all the way to the back of his throat. And Sho trashed his head back with a load moan, lifting his hips out of reflex, making Jun choke. The sensation of Jun’s throat closing around Sho pushed him closer to the edge, and he panted when Jun moved his mouth back up,
“No,” he groaned, he was so close, he did not want Jun to stop, did not want him to slow down.

Surprisingly then, Jun made his mouth go lax and swallowed all of him, pressing his tongue to the underside of Sho’s cock so the tip hit the back of his throat. It made Sho snap, and even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t stop when he started thrusting softly into Jun’s mouth, as much as their position allowed him to. Though Jun whimpered and closed his eyes, he allowed Sho to chase his approaching orgasm, allowed him to fist Jun’s hair and enjoy the wet, slurping sounds Jun’s mouth made as he continued to suck.
“Jun. Fuck. Yes.” Sho chanted and it did not take more than a few minutes before Jun once again choked around his cock, the clenching sensation pushing Sho into an intense orgasm, and he came with a guttural groan, seeing white behind his eyelids. Jun did his best to swallow all of what Sho gave him, though he did not quite manage. Sho caught him just as he thumbed away the last of Sho’s cum at the corner of his mouth, before he licked it off his finger, eyes burning into Sho’s. It made Sho growl in approval and he reached forward to grab Jun’s chin to place a hard kiss against his swollen, abused lips. It made Jun whimper quietly again and Sho tasted himself on Jun’s tongue, while he thanked Jun for what he had just done for him.

When they broke apart, Jun smiled at Sho, the light in his eyes childish and proud, and Sho found himself thinking Jun adorable in that very moment. Which left an strange warmth in Sho, which was odd considering the situation. Before he knew it, he had sunk to his knees in front of Jun on the floor, after tugging his cock back into his pants. While his fingers played with a strand of Jun’s dark hair, he studied Jun’s face; his strong features, his eyebrows, his expressive eyes. Then he pulled the strand of hair behind Jun’s ear, and Jun spoke,

“I have been wanting do that for a very long time,” he admitted, eyes darting obviously to Sho’s lips, making Sho grin and remember the heat all over his skin.
When Jun grabbed the back of his head again, Sho wasn’t surprised by the demand he could feel in the kiss, but nevertheless gasped when Jun took him by the wrist and guided Sho’s hand to his own crotch.
“Please,” Jun’s voice was husky by his ear, and turned into a mewl when Sho started stroking Jun’s rock hard erection through his shorts.
So that was why he had been wearing shorts today, Sho realized with an obnoxious grin. It was just so very satisfying to know he drove the other man crazy.
“Let’s do something about this, shall we?” Sho said in a whisper, their lips stroking one another at each syllable pronounced.

They stood facing each other in the gym showers, hot mist rising between them, covering the white tiles, the small windows, blocking out the non-existent light. It was quiet but for the echo of their mingling ragged breaths, as hot as the water flowing down their naked bodies.

The heavy droplets gathered in Jun’s long eyelashes as he looked at Sho through them, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, showing a shy side that Sho was only just discovering. Sho’s hand caressed the expanse of Jun’s broad torso, ran over his powerful shoulders and biceps. He marvelled at the strength in Jun’s body, at the tightness of his soft skin over bone and flesh, and as his hand travelled lower, he found himself admiring the magnificent creature right in front of him.
Jun let out a deep breath right against Sho’s lips, before he closed the distance between them in a leisure, slow kiss, matching the mood, the wonder of only each other’s company.

Jun’s abdominal muscles clenched and unclenched beneath Sho’s hand, rippling hills in movement, until the tips of Sho’s fingers came in contact with the head of Jun’s stiff cock. The shivers running over Jun’s skin matched Sho’s own at the sensation of the water against his body and Jun’s heat mixing in the enveloped space.

Jun hissed and bit Sho’s earlobe hard when Sho closed his hand around him. And Sho pumped Jun for as many moans and whimpers as he could, enjoying the sound of each and every one of them, enjoying how Jun grabbed his upper arms for support, how Jun’s mouth stayed at his ear for him to hear exactly how pleased he was with what Sho did to him.
Sho leaned closer for his lips to graze over Jun’s cheek, to lean his cheek against Jun’s, feeling the heat of the other’s skin against his own,

“Fall apart. I want you to let go for me,” he rumbled deeply and Jun moaned. The skin of Jun’s cock was soft and moist, and Sho teased the swollen tip of him by circling his thumb over the slit, “I want you, Jun.”
It resulted in Jun digging his nails into the skin of Sho’s shoulder blades, which in turn made Sho growl.
“Sho.”

And as Sho increased the pace and pressure around Jun’s cock, he watched as Jun slowly came undone by his hand, moaning in Sho’s ear while he marked Sho’s back with his nails and Sho placed his own marks all over Jun’s sensitive skin.

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