Gift fic for The Community

[aibamods]

 

Title: Contact
Rating: PG
Word count: 2,114
Pairing: Aiba/Jun
Warnings: None
Summary: Aiba waits up for Jun to return home from a party. Jun has a story to tell.
Notes: Dearest community, I tried to give you something grown-up, and a little bit cute. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to A, for the help, and R, for the endless support, and Beta J for the quick beta work.

Aiba didn't have to check the time to know that the hour had grown late, he has been trying to memorize this script since he arrived home well after 9 p.m. Sat on his sofa, all this time until he realized he does have bodily functions, and they need tending to.

“I’ll pee first, then I get a drink,” he says to no one at all. Glancing around the dimly lit living room, he decides to turn on an extra lamp. If Jun were there surely he would complain about Aiba straining his eyes.

Aiba grinned to himself, while washing his hands. Jun is at some party, with all these really fancy people. Of course Aiba knows fancy people too, but Jun’s friends are just of a different caliber. Or at least Aiba thinks so, and Aiba doesn’t fit the mould, at least he doesn’t think he does. Jun always invites him along, and Aiba simply doesn't accept. Other times, Aiba declines the invitations he gets, because it's all too much, working non-stop, and social activities. He often wonders if the other man feels rejected from all the declining, but the younger man never complains.

Fun is always had, Jun rarely mentions the specifics but Aiba will hear a tale or two from someone in their circle of friends, that has attended the parties as well. A friend of a friend. And it isn’t as if Aiba never goes to these industry soirees, he can be slightly together enough make it to these things, he is an idol after all, he is Arashi after all. He caught his smile in the mirror as he dries his hands on a towel he has designated for said job.

Returning to his lines for his movie that is set to begin filming in two days time. He has decided to give this film is all, his very best.

“What are you doing here?” He asked the water filtration pitcher. Water cascades into the drinking glass easily.

“I won’t ask again.” he give the pitcher a angry little shake. It’s the performance of a lifetime he thinks.

“I missed you…”came a quiet response from the living room.

If Aiba was startled even a little bit, he gave no outward signs of that being the case. In all actuality, he had been expecting Jun to arrive at anytime this evening. Maybe not this early, as it's barely after midnight, the night is pretty young from an after party stand point. Aiba already had the part of the script he needed to memorize, firmly planted in his memory bank. Staying up this late was some kind of lie he had been telling himself, and Jun, when the younger man had inquired about Aiba’s plans for the night. 'I’m busy enough to excuse myself from this particular function, but not too busy to miss out on your company.’ Aiba has had years to learn how to handle Jun.

When he returns to the living room, Jun is sat there on the sofa, Aiba’s script in hand.

“You're early.” Jun’s usual pattern is shutting these parties down, and continuing drinking at some late night place.

“You really were learning your lines.” Jun said, carefully thumbing through the bound pages, he is not exactly asking, but it isn’t quite a statement.

“I was waiting for you.”

“I know,” Jun’s words slur at the end.

Aiba considered his guest for a minute.

“You’re drunk.” it isn't a question.

“Just a bit,” Jun says holding up two fingers in close proximity.

“How did you get here?”

“Come on Masaki, you gave me a key like a year ago.”

Aiba decided to ignore the way Jun is avoiding the real question.

“Jun, you know what I mean, did you drive in the state you’re in?!”

“I took a car, a discreet car, Masaki.” Jun said, taking this time to stretch out on the sofa.

“Safety first.” Aiba shrugged satisfied with the answer, he moved to pull a coaster closer to himself so he can sit his water glass down. It is a move that would make Sho proud, in reality he just likes to take care of his belongings.

As if the man has some kind of alert system chip embedded in that big brain of his, Aiba’s phone chimed on cue.

‘Do you have MatsuJun?’ The LINE message from Sakurai Sho read.

‘Yes he’s here.’ Aiba replied, and that's how this usually goes. He suspects that, Sho had long ago, figured out where Jun (and sometimes Jun and himself) disappear off too. Or maybe Jun had straight up told the other man. In any event, Sho had never flat out asked Aiba anything other than ‘Do you have Jun?’ How Sho has deemed Aiba the responsible one in this outfit, is beyond Aiba.

“Oi, Aiba” The younger man suddenly bolts up, he’s not whiny, but the tone clearly implied that he requires attention.

“I've been here for,” and Jun squints at his expensive watch. “For, for--these contacts don't work.” Rubbing one eye gently, he swayed on the spot.

Aiba sighed pushing the coaster in Jun’s direction, and helping the younger sit down again. “Drink this, and I’ll run you a bath.”

“I’ve been here forever, and you haven’t kissed me yet,” Jun finally gathered his thoughts enough to finish what he was struggling to say before.

Unhesitatingly, Aiba leaned over and pressed his lips to Jun’s cheek.

“You know that’s not how I mean.” Jun giggled almost coyly. Aiba squints questioningly at the other man's antics, Jun doesn’t need to adopt alluring antics, but that does not stop Aiba from finding it cute, and outright comedic. Aiba chuckles. This side of thirty-four year old Matsumoto Jun is always enjoyable, when they are alone, bursting with cuteness and not afraid of hiding his affections. Aiba is pretty confident that this character difference isn't entirely alcohol related.

“Hey Masaki, don’t laugh!” Jun said with a pout. Aiba can’t fight the urge, that bottom lip is practically begging to be kissed. So he does just that, Jun’s lips as always soft, and warm. What is a surprise, is the fact that Jun tastes like mint and coffee, and not at all like sake, or champagne, or whatever Aiba expected. Aiba quickly finds that Jun is game for more, as the other man’s tongue traces Aiba’s bottom lip, Aiba stopped the action, he almost regretted it, and not for the disappointed noise that Jun made.

“Let’s get you in the bath.”  He held out his hand for the other man to take as he led the  man to the bathroom. Jun's hand is warm, Aiba grinned, because even this small action brings him joy. The hand holding is for affection as opposed to any power dynamic. He’s simply missed Jun, and doesn’t want to let go just yet.

While Jun is soaking, Aiba busies himself, picking up things around his apartment, namely Jun’s clothing, he know a clearheaded Jun will want his clothes sent out for cleaning straight away, Aiba added, pants and jacket to his own heaping pile of laundry. It takes longer than expected to find Jun's shirt.

The article in question is hanging on the door inside the bathroom.

“Are you cleaning?” Jun asked.

“Yeah, the guy I'm dating is kind of a mess.” Aiba replied playfully.

“Oi!” Jun said in mock outrage, and the party goer seems a bit more clear-headed.

“Can you hand me a towel?”

It isn't until he had to shuffle the shirt in hand, that he noticed the stain on Jun's shirt: its pale pink and in the shape of lips.

“I'm going to bed, after this, you coming?” Jun said, unaware of Aiba’s new findings. Jun's tone is suggestive.

Internal conflict ensued, because he really wants to hear the lipstick story, but his lover is standing there with a towel wrapped around his hips, brushing his teeth, and he has a perfect view of broad shoulders, the subtle flexing of back muscles, and that perfect bubble butt.

“Yeah...” he finally answered distractedly, when Jun finished up, and Aiba is presented with a view of the younger man's chest.

Aiba licked his lips.

Oh yeah, lips. He is still gripping the shirt.

“Hey MatsuJun?” And this is a question, but he simply holds the shirt aloft so that the lipstick is in clear view.

Sometimes Jun's face is so expressive, and being with someone for two decades gives you an insight into their mind anyway. Aiba would've easily guessed the man’s thoughts went from 'why are we standing in this bathroom when we could be ravishing one another?’ (or something similar) to 'Oh shit!’

“Is this why you're early?”

Jun nodded, and took Aiba by the hand leading him toward the bedroom. He promptly climbed into bed, propping himself up on one elbow, watching Jun finish his bedtime routine and waiting for the story.

“She was going on about marriage this time.”

Aiba laughed, poor girl. He would say that Jun has a fan, but that would be putting it lightly. He's not sure if this younger-than-them starlet is really in love with Jun or, if it's ploy. Aiba is aware of both his and his boyfriend's popularity, and it can sometimes be troubling. This young woman however, seemed to have made getting Matsumoto Jun her life's mission.

“She cornered me tonight.” Jun, who is currently moisturizing, Aiba enjoys the show, and the story.

“So I finally told her I wasn't single.” Jun looks so serious, and regretful.

Completely enraptured, Aiba gasped. “That's dangerous Jun.”

“I know, I slipped.”

Jun continued, Aiba listened.

“Like I said before, she was talking about getting married, how were perfect for each other, and how no one else was good enough for me. I already missed having you with me, and it just came out.”

Okay. Understandable. Aiba tried to convey a look of sympathy.

“She flung herself on to me, crying. Masaki, I made her cry!”

“Aww,” Crying is no good, this was a sad story now.

“What's worse,” the younger man went on, pulling on a pair of pajama pants, and joining Aiba in bed. “People noticed, not too many people, but there was still an audience, so I awkwardly patted her back.”

“And then?” Aiba asked inching closer to his lover, reaching for contact.

“I apologized to her, and everyone around us, and got the hell out.” Jun said, letting himself be embraced. He buries his face in the crook of Aiba's neck. Aiba took a moment, taking it all in: Jun's vulnerability, his openness.

“It's all going to be okay, you know that right?” Aiba said comfortingly.

“Hey, thank you Masaki.” Jun said, muffled.

“What did I do?”

Jun lifted his head and faced Aiba, his eyes serious, still allowing himself to be held. “Thank you for being you, for being who you are, and for not making a huge deal out of all this.”

The clinching in his chest wasn't something he could easily ignore.

“Of course I'm here, I'm always going to be. Additionally, this isn't a huge deal.” Aiba said honestly. He knows no one is able to control anyone else's actions.

Then, the other man's face softened, his big brown eyes sparkling in the lamp light.

“You're too good to be true sometimes,” Jun kissed the tip of Aiba's nose.

“Why MatsuJun, is this the part where you declare your undying love for me?”

“Yes.”

A beat.

“Well,” Aiba said. “Let's hear it”

“Hear what?”

“Your showering me with love in praise.” Now Aiba is just teasing, he's not Arashi's mood maker for nothing.

“I already did, don't get greedy.” Jun teased back untangling himself just to tickle assault Aiba.

“Okay, okay!” The older man surrendered gasping between giggles.

Silence fell over them, and Aiba can tell Jun's thinking, probably too much. He moves his hand to Jun's chest, his heart is racing. Jun glanced over.

“Let's go to sleep.”

“Yeah.”

The lamp on the bedside table is extinguished.

“Jun, you asleep?” Aiba asked after a handful more quiet minutes in the dark.

“No,” Jun said thickly. If he weren't asleep he was well on his way there.

“I love you too.”

Aiba knows this will blow over, the next drunken party story is right around the corner. This is okay, they'd be okay. There isn't too much to their relationship, yet it's everything: the late arrivals at the other’s apartment, the leftover dinners, or midnight take out, too many clothes at the other's place, shopping dates that they sometimes speak about publicly.

This is okay so long as they maintain, a point of contact.