Part 3 of 3

It appeared to be turning into a real crappy day for Sho. With paperwork piling up and no end in sight, two people running around with snotty noses and two more home in bed, and an Aiba who kept fumbling and tripping over his own feet, Sho’s patience was running real thin at 4 pm.

“Aiba-san, put that printer down before you hurt someone!!” Ninomiya yelled desperately from outside Sho’s office, and Sho rubbed the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger.

Nino rarely raised his voice in that way, he rarely made use of any proper honorifics, and when he got up from his chair, almost jumping over his desk, Sho knew he was on his last ounce of stamina as well. Sho had been behind his desk since 7 am., receiving calls and answering emails and tons of relevant and irrelevant questions from here and there and everywhere, and aside from that, he’d had to deal with more incoming orders and schedules which had to be rescheduled.

And the day was not going to end here. At 6 pm., the party the head of the office had decided to throw started, and Sho was one of the few who was expected to show up, who had to show his face, despite really not wanting to. This day was just a disaster.

The only thing which had kept him going without throwing a fit was the short message left on his private phone – a few words he had brought out every time he needed a boost of energy.

Jun:
I cannot believe that actually happened.
Can’t wait to see you again on Monday ^_^

Even now, he could not help but smile. And he imagined how Jun’s lips had felt against his ear as he breathed out a moan and warm cum left Sho’s hand sticky before water washed it away.

But despite the smile, and the fuzzy feeling, he felt bad too. His usual professionalism would never have allowed such a thing to happen, but now it had. He had not been able to stay away from Matsumoto, and honestly, he had not wanted to. But what would happen now? Would he have to give up their training sessions? He would. He knew he would.
Professionalism aside, it was not a good idea to spread his legs or strut his ass in the gym room near Matsumoto now. And that went for Matsumoto and his black tights as well.

Sho leaned his elbows on his desk and ruffled up his hair in a frustrated gesture, grunting loudly. Damn it all.

“I know the feeling Sho-chan, that party today really is a huge bummer. You wish you were me,” Nino had apparently managed to save the printer, since he was now leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed and looking positively smug, “Then you could stay home with a beer and a hot bathtub. And end the night with videogames and more beer. But here you are: Stuck, frustrated and with co-workers crawling around your feet and a boss who’ll probably stop at nothing to get you drunk tonight.”

Sho narrowed his eyes and his other hand joined the first one in worrying his ruffled locks.

“Yeah,” Ninomiya sighed for emphasis, “I feel bad for you.”

“Do you wish to make a point, Ninomiya-san?” Sho gritted out, jaw clenched tight. It was seriously not the time to test his patience.

Nino tilted his head cutely at Sho, smirk widening, and Sho suddenly knew what the imp was thinking.

“But at least something good happened last night, didn’t it Sho-chan? Did he give you something good?”

“Get out.”

The world around him was blurred. No, make that foggy. Foggy and blurred. And unstable. Tilting even. Why was the ground under his feet so unstable? Was this an earthquake? Because damn, that would just be soooo unlucky.

Sho laughed. Yes, that would be truly stupid. Right now of all times. As if it wasn’t hard enough to walk already, the asphalt had decided to play games as well, rising up and falling down, making him nearly tilt, grabbing onto a lightning pole for safety.
He giggled. Maybe he’d had too much to drink. That guy Matsuoka had provided him with plenty of beer. Oh, and then Matsuda had shown him the expensive sake he had bought for the occasion. And he could not refuse a taste of that. Or ten. No. No, maybe it had been too much after all.

Hmm. Not good, Sho decided as he bent forward a bit to focus on his shoes. For some reason.

Maybe he should get moving again. He had to be home soon, why wasn’t he home yet?

Had he even ridden a taxi yet? Sho felt around for his wallet. Hm. No, no, he had paid no taxi. Where was he then?

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the ground rose up to meet him and Sho yelped, certain he was going to have scratches on his cheeks and asphalt stuck in his forehead the next second. It was going to hurt.

But it did not hurt. The world turned upside down again as he managed to throw back his head, to raise his eyes and look into two huge, brown orbs, staring at him with worry. Why was the guy looking worried? Sho felt the grin on his face before realizing he had actually started grinning at the man in front of him. Wow. Those lips were just so big and fat and gorgeous.

“Thanks.” He said, or tried to. The words came out a slur, and he swayed forward again, receiving support once more from a set of strong arms.

This was really bad. Really, really bad. Sho blinked and tried with all his might to get his brain to work. Before he gave up, a familiar, calming scent managed to soothe him as it enveloped his senses and he sighed in relief. Thank you.

Sunlight was streaming through the windows, tickling his nose and pulling him out of sleep. Sho groaned and stretched, raising his arms to try and block out some of the light. Then, with a pitiful moan, he realized how much his head hurt and how painful it was to open his eyes.

“Ugh, shit,” he mumbled and turned over, -

Only to wonder why his pillow felt so weird. Or, maybe not weird as such, but it did not feel as it usually felt. This one was harder and had an odd shape. And it smelled of…

He rose so quickly that his head started spinning and he had to lie down again. Not only was his head hurting, but his throat felt totally abused as if he had done nothing but throw up last night. Right now, he could not remember any of that though.

“You gotta be kidding.”

This was really bad.

“I see you’re awake.”

Sho’s first impulse was to ignore the voice, to stay with his back towards the door, since he was not sure he wanted to face the man standing there. But wasn’t he kidding himself? There was nothing he wanted more than to see Jun right now, and his voice sounded so lovely in Sho’s ears. He turned, gnawing on his already worried lip, more than ready to apologize, but as soon as his eyes met Jun’s, Jun’s face lit up in a big smile,

“You look horrible,” he stated with a smirk, and Sho changed his mind about apologizing. Jun tilted his head, “If you want, I just made coffee. Oh, and I left some water and a few painkillers on the nightstand beside you – you look like you might need it.”

With that, he turned and left Sho again. Sho could not help but blink stupidly. It had seemed so casual for Jun; he had not looked like he minded Sho in his bed at all, he made no fuss about Sho and his flat, hangover face in his apartment.

Slowly, Sho sat up in bed, reaching for the glass of water and the pills, waiting for him on the bedside table, just as Jun had told. While he swallowed them, he tried to come up with something to tell Jun, some way to thank him and apologize at the same time. He liked Jun. A lot. But he had not expected to find himself in the other man’s bed so soon.

Well, he could blame his colleagues and his boss. Last night had not gone according to plan, not Sho’s plan at least. But he could not deny that he had expected this type of outcome. Usually, parties at his job tended to go a bit overboard according to Sho’s standards. He was not particularly fond of not being in control. Luckily, he had had a saviour last night it seemed.
He threw a glance at the open door.

Sho found Jun standing in the kitchen, busy washing up a few glasses and a wooden cutting board. Sho approached him cautiously, fidgeting lightly with his shirt which he had worn since last night – it was not very comfortable for him, smelly and wrinkled as it was. Luckily, Jun turned his head towards him, still with the bright expression.

“Good morning,” he said, showing Sho his smile which made Sho’s heart jump in his chest, “Grab a mug from the cupboard if you want,” Jun nodded at the cupboards just above his head, and Sho reached for them quietly, still digging up his courage.

When he got the mug in hand, he fumbled with the handle,
“I am really sorry for what happened last night. I have no idea how I ended up in the area near the gym,” Sho said, looking at the white porcelain in his hand, twirling it around, “I am sorry that you had to see me like that,”

“Sakurai-kun-“

“But thank you,” Sho raised his eyes to meet Jun’s. The other man had stopped washing up, expression now serious, “You really did not have to do all this for me, when I was stupid enough to drink too much.” With a humourless snort, Sho lightly massaged his earlobe, hoping that Jun would not think less of him now. Because this situation really had to cross some of Jun’s lines, it had to be awkward for him too.

“It was not a problem,” Jun’s voice was serious, while he dried his hands in a towel, “Besides,” and stepped closer to Sho, “I bet I took better care of you than anyone else could’ve in the state you were in.”

Sho pouted.

“I think you should take a shower though, you smell of last night,”

It was true, Sho could taste how bad his breath was. Certainly that was not very charming. He chuckled,

“Ok, yeah, of course, sorry.”

“You can borrow one of my shirts for the time being. I already laid it out for you.”

Well that was…. Really nice.

Jun threw him one last lopsided smile before turning back to the sink. Sho slowly backed a few steps before turning around, shuffling towards the bathroom. Bath first, coffee second.

The water was perfectly hot and the soap smelled wonderful, and when Sho emerged he felt like a whole new person. On top of the fresh, crispy white shirt was a new toothbrush, an additional curtesy of Matsumoto. Sho felt extremely shy about the whole domestic air the small gestures had – Matsumoto had thought of everything down to every single detail. And Sho could not help the imaginary pictures flashing through his head: How it would feel to get freshly made coffee every morning, to have Jun wash and iron his shirts and throw small, warm gestures his way with little effort. The thought excited him; he would not mind such a lifestyle. He felt comfortably warm, and not just because of his tingling skin and the soft towel. Before brushing his teeth, he lifted the shirt from where it lay and brought it up to his face to inhale the scent – it smelled of washing powder and of Jun, and Sho swore he had never felt this relaxed, his limps all gooey.

“I see you remember where the bathroom is,” Sho swore Jun’s voice sounded smug, when he came back to the kitchen and found Jun with a book at the kitchen counter. When Sho got into his periphery, he put it down to look at him, head resting in his palm.

“You do remember how you needed two fingers down your throat last night, don’t you?” Boy that sounded so wrong, and Sho felt his face flush red again.

All those gestures this morning that Sho had found so sweet were instantly forgotten with the way Jun was looking all amused at Sho embarrassing himself.

“Did I…?” Sho couldn’t say it.

Jun’s eyes were shimmering with something Sho could not quite pinpoint, “Yup. And I had to help you. You could barely sit upright on the floor.”

“Oh gods,” Sho hid his face in his hand, hoping that he could erase that memory from Jun’s mind. Sho couldn’t imagine – or remember – the trouble he had put Jun through.

“I’m so sorry-” Matsumoto raised a hand to stop him,

“Words cannot make up for it,” he declared and for a second, Sho felt lost at reading him. But then the other man rose from the chair and walked straight into Sho’s personal space, all up close and personal, “Now that you’re clean and your teeth are brushed, you can do something to show your appreciation.”

Jun’s voice was low and spoke of the unsaid things between them, of the heat they shared a couple of days ago, of his intentions. Jun’s eyes zeroed in on Sho’s mouth and Sho automatically licked his lips. Way to forget that hangover.

He could feel Jun’s breath on his face, could smell his cologne, but it wasn’t until he felt Jun’s fingers lightly coming into contact with his own, sending a shock through him, that his hands shot up to grab onto Jun’s hair and neck, pulling Jun the rest of the way towards him, towards his mouth and into him. Jun leaned forward simultaneously, meeting him halfway and placing one hand at the small of Sho’s back. Jun sighed deeply, making Sho angle his head slightly to deepen the kiss, tongue moving in Jun’s mouth. It felt good, but still not good enough, somehow, even when Sho pulled Jun flush against him, he needed more. A hand snuck under the white shirt at Sho’s back, and he growled in approval as Jun began stroking his warm skin, freezing momentarily as Sho’s hand moved down to cup Jun’s ass.

“Sho,”

“Yes.”

The words came out as hushed breaths, a shared thought, two people with similar wants and when Jun broke away from the kiss it was only to send Sho a promising smile, a wicked twist of his eyebrow,

“Let’s get back to bed.”

Sho answered by kissing his wet, tempting lips again, twisting his tongue around Jun’s, making the other man moan hot and breathlessly as Sho backed him slowly into the bedroom.

He wanted Jun so much, he wanted him hot and flushed and begging underneath him, he wanted him to moan his name as he moved inside him, as Sho took control. Now that there was no risk of them getting caught, now that it was only them, private space surrounding them, there was no reason to hold back and Sho certainly did not plan to.

Jun’s knees caught on the side of the bed, and he let himself fall backwards, Sho on top, supporting himself with his arms. There was urgency in the way Jun pulled hard at Sho’s hair, lust evident in how he latched onto Sho’s neck, sucking at his pulse.

“I want you,” he breathed against Sho’s ear, and Sho answered with a bite against the junction between Jun’s shoulder and neck.

“I am counting on it.”

When he pulled at the hem of Jun’s shirt, more than eager to see the taunt white skin underneath again, Jun was obliging and broke away only long enough to lift it over his head before he was at Sho’s lips again, sucking Sho’s breath away. After what Jun had given Sho at the gym, the man was more than eager to return the favour, so as he let his hands feel as much as possible to discover the sensation of Jun’s body underneath him, he did his utmost to give Jun as much pleasure as possible – which turned out to be a win-win situation anyway. Jun’s body which Sho in the beginning only had admired from afar was even more stunning up close like this, the muscles moving beneath his skin as he squirmed under Sho’s hands.

The other man arched his back from the bed when Sho’s mouth latched onto his left nipple, swirling around the stiffening bud, finding the fact that Jun had a mole right here to be more than appealing. Jun groaned and impatiently rubbed himself against Sho, to which Sho chuckled, putting a hand on Jun’s hip to hold him down, playing briefly with Jun’s zipper.

“You are-” Jun’s voice broke when Sho once more attacked the moles on the side of his neck, “- wearing too much.” There was desperation and impatience in Jun’s tone of voice, when his hands gripped at the back of Sho’s shirt, clawing at the skin at the small of his back.

In response, Sho only hummed, taking his time at Jun’s elegant neck to lick his way towards his sharp jaw and lightly bite along it. Sho wanted to cherish every single millimetre of Jun’s soft skin, leaving no patches untouched.

Underneath him, Jun started to protest weakly, one content sigh after another escaping him, but when Sho paused near Jun’s collarbones to nipple and suck elaborately, working towards making a hickey, Jun’s hand found its way down his back to his ass. He squeezed it suddenly, earning a quiet gasp from Sho,

“No more polite asking,” his rasped out, voice grainy, “Strip.” For emphasis, he yanked gently at Sho’s pants by hooking a finger through the belt-hoops in the back.

Sho chuckled and finally stopped molesting Jun’s neck, though he had to marvel at the pretty job he’d done when he pulled away; that spot would definitely be purple tomorrow.

Jun leaned back on his elbows, watching Sho with darkening eyes as he quickly unbuttoned the shirt he’d just slid on, following his movements greedily. When Sho moved to let the shirt slide down his arms, Jun suddenly sat up, circling his arms around Sho’s form to take a hold of his wrists. Sho stopped moving, eyes on Jun as he looked up at Sho, face millimetres from Sho’s chest, so close Sho could feel Jun’s hot breath on his skin as he breathed deeply, chest rising and falling.

“I think it is time to inspect the results of all that training we’ve done,” Jun smirked at him, and then broke their eye contact briefly to close the distance and place a kiss between Sho’s pectorals. The feeling of his plush lips made Sho sigh softly, sagging in his posture as Jun moved his mouth across the expanse of his chest, placing gentle kisses on his skin, his breath causing goose bumps to appear all over Sho’s body. Eyes never leaving Jun and the sensual inspectional work he was doing, every time Jun lifted his eyes, Sho caught what was to see in them; the wish to please, the appreciation, the want. Jun hummed against his skin in approval, earning a hiss when he took one of Sho’s nipples between his teeth, “I should be proud of myself,” he murmured, breath sticky, while he let his lips travel lower. And when he suddenly sucked hard just below Sho’s ribs, Sho moaned darkly, pulling slightly against the fabric caught between his arms that Jun continued to hold tightly onto. By the time Jun was licking his way up again, his swipes long and wet, nibbling and biting and suckling on every exposed centimetre of Sho’s upper body, Sho was panting hard, his pants unbearably tight, and he held a desperate need to be let free so he could molest Jun in the same way.

“Please, Jun,” he panted when Jun rose higher to align their faces, to gaze into Sho’s eyes. He was trying to appear calm, but Sho could feel how Jun’s hands were shaking slightly in their hold.

Instead of answering, Jun tilted his head slightly, so close to Sho’s mouth that his lips brushed Sho’s with the motion,

“Yes?” he actually had the nerve to ask?

Sho leaned forward to try and catch Jun’s lips, but the other man moved away just enough for Sho not to be able to reach, a chuckle on those thick lips of his. Sho growled.

Then, with a sweet smile, Jun chose to bend down again, to place his lips right above Sho’s belt buckle, on the soft skin below his navel and Sho groaned. Having to move down there had lost Jun the hold he had on Sho’s wrists, so Sho quickly threw off the shirt to have one of his hands shoot forward to rest on top of Jun’s head. Images of what happened in the gym came back to Sho, spreading heat between his legs, and with a gentle yank, he pulled Jun’s head away and pushed him back down, attacking his lips again first thing.

They were both still wearing pants, but Sho made quick work of removing Jun’s first – the other man suddenly very obliging, and Sho heard him quietly chuckle at his rough way of pulling down Jun’s jeans while impatiently fumbling with his own belt. When they were both down to their boxers, Sho moved in between Jun’s legs, purposely pressing their erections together, and Jun’s voice broke in a sudden, surprised moan before Sho caught his lips in a kiss which was more tongue than touching lips. The will to push Jun further, and his own need made him push his crotch against Jun again, which Jun answered by rolling his hips deliciously. Sho breathed into his mouth, catching the whisper of a “please” leaving Jun’s lips. With a hand gently caressing Jun’s stomach, Sho moved to remove Jun’s boxers, noting the straining erection between his legs and Sho’s own cock stirred in response.

As soon as he had removed their last piece of clothing, throwing them god-knows-where, he questioningly looked at Jun, who just quickly pulled him back down by the neck,

“Lube and condom is in the drawer,” he breathed, kissing Sho briefly, “You can reach it from here,”

With Jun refusing to let go of his neck, one of his legs hooking around Sho’s hips, which brought Sho’s cock into electrifying contact with Jun’s soft skin, Sho had to clench his teeth and concentrate on opening the drawer with his left hand, searching the interior with just his sense of feeling. He finally got the bottle and condom and withdrew his hand again.

Jun’s deep brown eyes were sparkling, grinning all the while as he watched Sho grip onto his left thigh rather tightly, lifting it upwards. And Sho looked him straight back in the eye when he placed a kiss on the smooth skin of his inner thigh, causing Jun to trash his head and arch his back. Sho continued his slow torture of kissing and sucking his way upwards, making Jun squirm in the sheets and pant hard while his hands gripped the sheets,

“Sho,” he breathed out, and Sho couldn’t help grinning against his skin, “Just- please, please.”

Sho finally gave in, mostly to his own impatience and the sight of Jun sweaty and needy, and reached for the lube to pour a generous amount over his fingers.

“I never thought I was ever going to hear my trainer ask me for something so nicely,” he teased, enjoying the way Jun rolled his eyes.

“Shut up and get to it, idiot.”

Then he leaned back up over Jun, looming over him as he grabbed onto his thighs to spread them apart. When he placed the first
finger at Jun’s hole, circled it around the tight ring of muscle there, it took a lot of self-restraint not to take Jun then and there, in the exposed state he was in.

“You are so hot,” Sho told him, voice low and dark, eyes roaming over Jun’s lithe body while Sho massaged his opening. Jun was trying his best to control his breathing, face flushed, hands placed beside his head as he with heavy-lidded eyes watched Sho intently. “I could devour you,” and then Sho pushed his first finger inside Jun, and Jun mewled, closing his eyes in pleasure.

Sho felt how the muscles clenched against the intrusion as he pushed in deeper, and Jun’s hips rose. He leaned down to place kisses all over Jun’s stomach to ease some of the pain and show Jun how he appreciated that he allowed Sho to do this. When Jun groaned and wiggled his hips, Sho took that as a sign to start moving his finger faster before inserting a second digit.

“Sho,” Jun panted, reaching for him and when he moved up, Jun grabbed onto the back of his head, clawing onto his thick locks of hair and brought him in for a messy kiss, disturbed by their pants and moans, while Sho scissored inside him, moving his fingers in and out, soon knuckles deep. When Jun wasn’t kissing Sho, he focused on breathing, chest rising and falling unevenly. He suddenly gripped onto Sho’s shoulder, lifting his hips to bring Sho’s fingers in deeper. He moaned,

“Now, please.” He swallowed, “Please, I want you.”

Sho could only marvel again at the way Jun could be reduced to pleas like this, by Sho’s hand and Sho’s doing. He broke away from Jun’s addicting lips, also withdrawing his fingers before applying the condom. Below him, Jun spread his legs wider in temptation and submission, exposing himself completely in front of Sho, and by the time Sho had lubed himself up nicely, he was not sure he could be very gentle.

Well, Jun was asking for it.

After he balanced himself on his arms, placing them beside Jun’s shoulders, he reached down to align his cock with Jun’s opening. One questioning look thrown at Jun before he started forcing the head of his cock in. Sho hissed as he concentrated on keeping his pushes shallow which was hard with the way Jun moaned.

“You can move, please, come on.” Jun begged in a strained voice underneath him, and Sho groaned.

Bringing his hips back first, he pushed in harder, groaning at the feeling of Jun around him. He pulled Jun’s knees up beside him, gently going in deeper, slowly moving his cock into Jun.

“God, you are so hot,” He repeated, enjoying the sight before him and the tight, slippery feeling around his cock.
When he finally was fully sheathed inside of Jun, Sho began to move in a slow pace, grabbing Jun’s leg to hook it around his hips before he increased the force put into each thrust. Jun’s voice broke shortly before he bit his lips to try and keep his voice down, but Sho quickly figured out how to make him whine again as he changed his angle and set up his pace even more. The sound of slapping skin and their mingled pants filled the room along with their heat and the smell of sweat and sex. Sho clenched his teeth when Jun wrapped his other leg around him, now moving his hips upwards in time to meet each of Sho’s increasingly faster thrusts. Sho was balls deep in him, and Jun was holding onto the bed posts for leverage while Sho drove in harder, a chanting of Jun’s name and curses across his lips while the obscene, wet sound between them did nothing but turn him on further,

“Shit, you feel so good.” Jun was clenching deliciously around his cock, pulling him in as he was getting closer, his thrusts turning increasingly sloppier, more and more out of pace.

“Sho, Sho, oh God,” Jun threw his head back again and Sho leaned forward, bending Jun’s legs further backwards, letting him go even deeper. He couldn’t help running his hand over the inside of Jun’s thigh again.

“Fuck,” Sho moaned against Jun’s ear and thrust once, twice, before Jun came first with a whine between them. The sight of him coming undone, and the sucking around Sho’s cock as Jun orgasmed brought Sho over the edge too, and he released with a deep groan.

When the ripples of pleasure had subsided, Sho rolled down from where he had collapsed on top of Jun and moved to get the condom tied and thrown away. Afterwards he lay down next to Jun, letting his arm rest on Jun’s stomach. He did not mind the stickiness of Jun’s cum, but just threw him a grin when Jun turned his head to look at him.

“You look like someone who is proud of himself, Sakurai,” there was no bite in Jun’s comment with the way he was still panting hard, a bead of sweat running over his glistening neck.

“Well, of course I am,” Sho answered, stroking Jun’s damp bangs out of his eyes, “Have you seen how hot my trainer is?” Jun chuckled, his eyes turning into small half-moons, “To think I could ever end up in his bed.”

“You do know you’re quite the hot stuff yourself, right? I instantly knew I wanted a piece of this fine ass,” For emphasis, Jun turned to grab a firm hold of one of Sho’s buttocks and squeezed it which earned a laugh from Sho.

Jun threw a leg over Sho’s, going quiet as his eyes held Sho’s. For a while, they remained silent, Sho gently stroking Jun’s sides. When Jun spoke again, Sho could see the mischief all over his face,

“To think I got to see that uptight, neat business man completely wasted and blabbering last night, I should’ve blackmailed you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yup. I could’ve made you do all sorts of things.”

Sho gave it a low chuckle, “I’d like to see you try,” and closed the distance between them in a languid kiss, both of them taking their time to savour each other’s taste. When they broke apart, Sho thought he had shut Jun up.

“We should totally try doing this on a balance ball.”

“Forget it Matsumoto.”

*

Sho and Jun agreed that it would be better for Jun to stop training Sho – as it turned out, Jun was almost as much as Sho about professionalism, and he agreed with a crooked smirk when Sho asked him not to flirt with his new trainees. That he would definitely not tolerate such a thing. Sho continued going to the same gym though, training by himself – with Jun popping by every once in a while to throw him comments such as “bend your knees more”, “come on, you’re not tired already are you?”, “you’re doing it wrong Sakurai” or “oh, that position really shows off your assets, we should try that at home”. As for a food plan, it did not take long for Jun to make sure Sho got the right nourishments every day, sometimes ready with dinner after a tough day at the office and breakfast following an active night. Sho found himself looking forward to getting up in the mornings and finishing his work as fast as he could in the afternoons. Suddenly, he did not feel so stressed out anymore – maybe due to all the additional exercise he was doing. And his improved mood seemed to not only get noticed, but also went and affected his close colleagues.

A couple of weeks into their relationship, Sho introduced Jun to Ninomiya. He had been worrying about Nino’s behaviour – whether his secretary would embarrass Sho or himself in front of Jun. Despite the fact that he had known Ninomiya for so long, the man was sometimes utterly unpredictable.

When Jun came through the sliding door to Sho and Nino at the restaurant, he had brought a friend along too. Ohno Satoshi was his name, and he was a quiet, yet very interesting man, and Sho instantly liked him. Apparently, he was a painter Jun had met at one of Ohno’s first art exhibitions – Jun had been so fascinated with his art that he had insistently asked Ohno to tell him more about his artwork, and they had ended up going out for a beer – which had been the beginning of their close relationship.

Though Sho had anticipated Nino to be interested in knowing everything about Jun and their relationship to the point of being annoying and nosy about the most private things, it did not take more than an hour and couple of beers before Nino was far more interested in the sunburned artist, who apparently also liked fishing, and Sho and Jun ended up sharing one side of the table, completely ignored by the two others.

As Jun scooped up various delicious things from the nabe for Sho, Sho couldn’t help a silent chuckle,

“And here I was worried that you two wouldn’t like each other. But as it turns out, Kazu doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“Hey,” Jun slapped Sho on the back of his head, but Sho did not miss his grin.

“You shouldn’t have brought Ohno-san along,” Sho picked up his chopsticks to dig into the meat and vegetables Jun placed in front of him.

The other man turned to him, tilting his head slightly and let Sho take a few bites before saying:

“Well, what if it was my intention to move Ninomiya-san’s attention elsewhere?”

With his cheeks stuffed, Sho could not answer without spraying food all over the place, so he just furrowed his brow, hoping Jun would elaborate. And he did. Sort of:

“Though I did not expect them to hit it off so easily.” If Sho had any further inquiries, Jun made him forget all about them as he poked him lightly at the side of his mouth, fingering at a drop of broth before bringing his finger back into his own mouth, sucking at the tip. His brown eyes sparkled mischievously as they met Sho’s, and a grin spread across his face,

“I bet we could even leave, and they wouldn’t even notice.”

Well, so much for all the planning Sho had done.

There was no complaint from him though, as he hurried to gobble up the rest of his food.

Part 1 // Part 2