Prompt 1

[aibamods]

 

Title: Tongue & Cheek

Pairing: Aiba/Jun

Words: 2676

Rating: PG/R-ish

Summary:  Does a real kiss involve tongue? According to Aiba logic it does. He’ll have to convince Jun of that with a hands-on experiment.

Note: I loved this prompt because I love Aiba brain and this is something I could actually see him trying to argue. I hope I captured Aiba’s logic to your liking!

Jun closed the door and laid his forehead against the cool metal. He loved his friends, but they could be exhausting.  He returned to the kitchen to find Aiba dutifully clearing plates and glasses and stacking leftovers neatly in his fridge.

“You don’t have to do that.” Jun said as he handed him another used wine glass.

“Happy to. You have some very entertaining friends Jun.”  He chuckled as he unfastened a pair of fuzzy handcuffs someone had locked around the stem of their glass.  Jun rolled his eyes as he stashed them in a drawer.

“They’re a bit much sometimes, but they like any excuse for a good party.”

“Your birthday is reason to celebrate. Omedetou!” he saluted as he dumped a half-full glass of expensive champagne down the drain.

“Please stop. The cleaning people can do that tomorrow. Let’s have another drink. I’ll open a bottle.” Jun said already pulling a bottle of red wine from the small fridge beneath the counter.  

“Don’t you think we’ve had enough?” Aiba said even as he carried to freshly washed glasses over to the counter.

Aiba likes Jun’s place. It was not the first time he had been over. They often went shopping together and ended up at his place or Jun’s but he preferred Jun’s place to his.  It was all very sleek and modern. Crisp whites. Shiny chrome. Inky blacks. Every piece of furniture. Every knick knack. Every piece of art; had been methodically researched before it had been purchased and then painstakingly put in the perfect place. Nothing was ever out of place at Jun’s. Unlike Aiba’s place with its piles of laundry and stacks of unopened mail.

Aiba leaned against the granite countertop and ran his long fingers over the surface. He remembered the day that Jun had come into their dressing room with a bunch of samples and had asked each of them for their opinion. Jun had eventually chosen the steel grey, which had been Aiba’s personal favorite, and while he didn’t dare think Jun chose it because he had expressed a preference toward it still made him smile whenever he saw it.

“What’s on your mind Masaki?” Jun asked as he uncorked the bottle and sat it aside to breathe for a bit.

Aiba blinked himself back to the present and looked at Jun.  His hair was messier than usual; as if he had gone a week too long between haircuts. He had on a simple white button down shirt that Aiba knew had been hand-tailored; he’d been with him when he picked it up at the shop.  More than once during the night Aiba had admired the way it clung to his chest and shoulders.

“Just thinking it is a shame the others couldn’t be here.”

“They all have work tomorrow. We don’t. It’s rare for you to have a day off with your schedule huh?” Jun said pouring a sampling of wine into a glass and swirling it around. He took a sniff and held it out for Aiba.

Warm, earthy tones tickled his nose. He was nowhere near the wine aficionado that Jun was, so he took it as a good sign when Jun winked at him and filled both glasses nearly to the top.

“Very rare. Even more rare that you and I have a day off together.” Aiba said taking a drink.

“Lucky me.” Jun mumbled to himself as he brought his own glass to his lips.

“It’s been awhile since you and I have had a drink alone, ne Jun?”

“It has. Speaking of times we have had a drink alone together.” he giggled. “Do you remember the time we kissed? We were so drunk. I think I might have been crying. So embarrassing.”

“You are a bit of a blubbering baby when things get nostalgic, but there was no kiss.” Aiba said so matter-of-fact that Jun almost thought he was joking except for the very serious frown between his eyebrows.

“Huh? Of course there was a kiss. How can you not remember?” Jun snapped.

Aiba had clearly hurt his feelings and he had not meant to. It was just that Jun was clearly mistaken about what had happened.

“You don’t have to sound so hurt. I remember clearly the night you are talking about Jun, but there was no kiss.”

“Masaki! If you remember the night you must remember we kissed or was it that awful you blocked it from your memory?” Jun drained the contents of his glass and set it down hard on the counter.

“Jun, we pressed our lips together, that’s all.”

“That’s a kiss!”

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is.”

“No Jun it’s not.”

“Yes it ….Masaki!!” Jun slammed his hand down on the counter making Aiba jump.  “You’re a grown man. You’ve kissed plenty of people.”

“Of course I have, but that night. That was not a real kiss.”

They were squared off across the counter from each other. Hands splayed on the slick granite surface, faces red from the wine and the rapidly rising tension in the room.

“A real kiss? What does that even mean. If it wasn’t a real kiss then what was it?”

“A peck. A smooch. It was a…”

“A kiss.” Jun insisted.

“Not a real one.”

“What? Why? Why wasn’t it a real kiss?”

“Because there was no tongue.” The words fell from Masaki’s beautiful lips so softly that Jun thought for a moment he had imagined them.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“We didn’t use tongue; therefore it was not a real kiss.”

“Masaki that makes no sense?” Jun pulled a frustrated hand through his too long hair and made a quick mental note to schedule a salon appointment.

“Makes perfect sense to me.” Aiba said with a pout as he pushed his glass aside. The wine suddenly tasting bitter.

“Of course it does. It’s Aiba logic.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” It was Aiba’s turn to sound hurt. Jun either didn’t care or didn’t realize when his words had a bite to them. It was one of his less attractive features and there weren’t many of Jun’s features that Masaki found unattractive.

“So only kisses that involve tongue are real kisses? That’s ridiculous Masaki”

“No it’s not.  A real kiss must have tongue.” Aiba’s voice tended to take on a high pitched tone when he was worked up. Audiences loved it; especially the Vs Arashi crowd when he and Nino were picking on each other. This was different.

Jun knew he was striking a nerve, and that Aiba clearly believed every word he was saying. However, Jun was finding it all so incredibly ridiculous that he just could not let it go. He came around the counter and took Aiba’s shoulders turning him to face him.

“Help me understand ok.” Jun said and Aiba nodded. “You kiss your mom right?”

“Yes” Aiba said his voice barely audible.

“Your nieces?”

“Yea.”

“Those aren’t real kisses?”

“That’s my family. That’s different Jun.”

“Ok, granted. You aren’t supposed to use tongue with family. Or friends or other members for that matter. Still doesn’t mean they aren’t real kisses. What about Sho?”

“What about Sho?” Aiba quirked an eyebrow in question.

“That kiss on Vs Arashi wasn’t real? Just for the show?”

“Yea, just for the show.”

“But still not a real kiss because there was no tongue?” Jun was pacing now. His bare feet slapping against the polished wood floors.

“You just said friends and members shouldn’t use tongue, but yea, no tongue so not a real kiss.” Aiba winked when Jun turned to glare at him.

“So, by your logic, most kisses on dramas aren’t real?”

“Jun, that’s TV, it’s all pretend anyway, but yea.”

“Because, no tongue.”

“No tongue.” Aiba was secretly loving seeing Jun so frustrated.

“My kisses with Mao on HanaDan not real, but my kisses on Shitsuren Chocolatier were, by your logic.”

“Did you use tongue with Kiko-chan or Satomi-chan?”

“You know I did Masaki.”

“Those scenes were hot,” Aiba admitted. “But still not a real kiss.”

“What? But you just said.” Jun could feel his blood pressure rising. Aiba could be the most confusing, most stubborn, most frustrating person and the bad thing was he wasn’t even trying to be. He was just being Masaki.

“Did you have feelings for either of them? Romantically? Sexually?”

“Well, they are both beautiful women, but no.”

“Then not a real kiss.”

“Even though there was tongue.”

“Yes.”

“I need more wine!”

Instead he filled a glass with water and took a tentative sip.  He’d had these kinds of conversations with Aiba before. Ones that went round and round in circles. Ones that made absolutely no sense to anyone but Aiba, but in the end he would be so convincing that you would come out believing that it was perfectly logical to mix ammonia and bleach, by the way it’s not don’t try that at home.

“So the Aiba Masaki Real Kiss Theory is that for a kiss to be real there must be either romantic or sexual feelings and the use of tongue, correct?”

“And it must be consensual.” Masaki added.

“That pretty much goes without saying doesn’t it?” Jun snorted.

“Does it? I mean how would you feel if I walked over there and just shoved my tongue in your mouth?”

“Pretty damn good.” Jun muttered under his breath.

Aiba pushed away from the counter and made his way slowly to where Jun was standing by the sink, glass of water still in hand.  Jun tucked his bottom lip between his teeth has he watched Aiba stalk toward him. His impossibly long legs encased in fashionably shredded denim that hugged him from ankle to hip. The t-shirt Sho had brought him from Vietnam was a size away from being too small and Jun could make out the outline of his abs as he advanced on him.

“What did you say?” Aiba asked standing in front of Jun.  

He stood a couple inches taller than Jun so he had to tilt his head a bit to look up at him through his thick, dark lashes. This was a side of Aiba not many people ever got to see. Confident, languid and oozing sex appeal.  

Aiba stood in Jun’s space and stared down at him. Jun’s beautiful imperfect face.  Aiba admired Jun’s face the way Jun admired Nino’s jawline. Adolescence hadn’t left any of them unscarred, but it seemed to have been especially cruel to Jun. Only Aiba didn’t feel that way. Every mark on Jun’s face told a story. Marked a time in their shared past as they had grown up together. His favorite was the scar on the bridge of Jun’s nose. He didn’t care to admit how many times he’d dreamed of touching his lips to it.

Jun cleared his throat and Aiba dragged his eyes away from Jun’s nose to focus on his lips. Lips he had imagined kissing again. He had wanted to kiss Jun on so many occasions since that night so long ago, but he hadn’t known how to go about it.  It wasn’t like he and Jun were lovers. That kiss, real or not, had happened in a moment of heightened emotion and drunkenness. Aiba had honestly been surprised when Jun brought it up earlier.

Now here he stood with a golden opportunity right in front of him and he’d be damned before he passed it up.

“How about an experiment.” Aiba said. His mouth drawing up in a wicked grin.

“Experiment?” Jun was intrigued.

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“What kind of experiment?”

“I’m going to kiss you.” Aiba said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “And then you can tell me which is a real kiss.”

Jun looked up at Masaki, narrowed his eyes and watched him as he drained the last of the water from his glass and sat it on the counter. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and then squared his shoulders.

“Challenge accepted.”

A quick smile danced across Masaki’s lips before he was ducking his head and pressing his lips to Jun’s. Aiba applied firm, but gentle pressure. Jun reciprocated with the same amount of pressure and fought the urge to part his lips. This was Aiba’s show and he’d follow his lead.  Aiba broke the kiss without making a sound. He looked at Jun and shrugged his shoulders in a gesture that said “well?”

“It was nice. I mean I wouldn’t text Nino and give him all of the sordid details, but your lips are soft and it was nice enough.”

Masaki stood there silent for several heartbeats as Jun grew more and more uncomfortable.  He watched as Jun fidgeted with his glasses and he smirked when Jun cleared his throat a few times. It wasn’t easy to fluster Jun and Masaki was relishing the little bit of control he had over him now.

Masaki took a step forward and then another completely invading Jun’s space.  He placed his hands on Jun’s hips and pressed him against the counter. Masaki could feel his hip bones pressing against his palms.  He kept his left hand firmly pressed against Jun’s hip while he stroked his right hand up Jun’s arm.

Masaki could feel the definition in Jun’s forearm and biceps from his diligent weight training. He felt the steady thrum of Jun’s heartbeat against his thumb as his long fingers caressed Jun’s neck.  Jun never took his eyes off Masaki’s.

He didn’t flinch or shy away when Masaki gently took his glasses off and laid them on the counter. He kept his gaze steady even as the familiar heat began to build in his belly. He swallowed hard when he felt the twitch in his groin whenever Masaki got too close and he was definitely too close now.

Masaki lowered his head until his lips were mere centimeters from Jun’s. He pinched Jun’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and waited, his eyes locked on the tiny mole on Jun’s lip that he found so damned sexy.

Jun was on fire. What is he waiting for? His mind screamed. Having Masaki this close was driving him mad. His breath was coming in short, frantic puffs. His head spinning from too much wine and too much Masaki. Kiss me already or back the fuck up! He thought, his breath catching in his chest.

That’s what he had been waiting for. Masaki heard Jun’s breath falter and catch and he knew he had him. He drug his tongue across his lips. At first his lips were just a whisper against Jun’s. Masaki’s slow steady breath mixed with Jun’s pathetic attempt to exchange oxygen.  Masaki slid the very tip of his tongue along Jun’s bottom lip and chuckled into his mouth when he felt Jun’s hand fist in his t-shirt.

He slid his tongue past Jun’s lips tasting the lingering notes of fermented grapes and earth. He ran his tongue over the edge of Jun’s teeth, lapped at the roof of his mouth before gently caressing Jun’s own tongue and feeling Jun break beneath him.

Jun moaned into Masaki’s mouth as he pulled him closer. Masaki released his grip on Jun’s hip and cupped Jun’s small face. His tongue tangled with Jun’s as their moans mixed with each other.  Jun nearly came in his jeans when Masaki started to gently suck his tongue. Jun immediately felt cold and empty when Masaki pulled away from him ending their kiss with a press of his lips to the stupid mole on his lip that everyone found so hot.  

“Well?” Masaki asked not daring to move fearing any friction at all would send him straight over the edge.

“I’ll never question Aiba Logic again.” Jun said as he reached for Aiba longing to taste him in his mouth again.

“I thought friends didn’t use tongue.” Masaki teased as he wrapped his arms around Jun.

“Fuck you.” Jun said nipping at Masaki’s perfect lips.

“Oh, do you want to hear my logic on fucking?”

Comments

[loregorito]

MY SPOT! MY PROMPT!

OMG, THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS FIC, I LOVE IT SO MUCH! 💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜

This was everything I asked , and more! Masaki's experiment idea killed me, and the kiss, OMG! I loved the way you wrote Jun trying to understand Aiba's brain, so good and so true hahahahaha

The last dialogue, SO PERFECT!

Loved it, loved it, loved it! THANK YOU!