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yume_to_ameTitle: Of elaborate menus and multi-course romances
Pairing: Sakumoto, with varous side-pairings such as Yama, Sakuraiba, Sho/Toma on the way. Guest-appearances by all Arashi members ^^
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: actually nothing in particular. They have sex ^^ Oh and they eat quite a lot (I got hungry doing my research for this fic. Just saying… ), excessive mentions of Jun's nice butt.
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Genre: AU in which Jun is a chef, romance, smut, it’s more on the light/fun side.
Summary: Sho doesn’t believe in any sort of magic, supernatural stuff or other weird, unscientific crap. But then his co-worker Ohno tells him that there is this new chef in town who just opened his restaurant – no menu, nothing to order because the chef himself decides on his customers’ dishes. And apparently his food even has a healing aspect to it – one feels better after eating it…
Notes: Written forastrangerenters for kitto-slut exchange.
Sho had a tough week, though it only followed a tough month, so nothing new about that. The pile of work seemed never-ending, with more news coming in every day and each and every of them crushing, depressing and downright sad. It’s at these times that he wishes he would have chosen the path of a sport-reporter or talk about butterflies mating in the summer season, or whatever.
“Sho-kun.”
His co-worker’s and best friend’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts. “What is it Satoshi-kun?”
“It’s past 11 PM,” Ohno chuckles and puts his camera aside. “Let’s go. For once before midnight.”
There are quite some things that Sho could say against that, like the pile of documents on his desk, the research he has to do before next week, and the special documentary that’s still not hundred percent finished. But Ohno has this very specific talent to get his point down when needed. So Sho nods. “Fine.”
They clean up the mess that’s called their shared office and step outside. The air is fresh and a little cool, which means autumn is hitting in and Sho feels weirdly happy about that. “Grab something to eat?” he asks.
“Best idea you had today,” Ohno nods. “I’ve heard there is a new restaurant that opened up a few months ago at the beachside.”
“Hm,” Sho frowns. “Pretty long way though to get there.”
“I know, but I’ve heard miracles from this place,” Ohno pulls his jacket tighter when the wind catches them. It’s getting colder each day and Sho feels how the cold wind is crawling through his jacket. “It’s new and pretty small and it doesn’t have a menu.”
“Sounds like any little bar around the corner. Can’t we just go to one of our common places?” Sho argues but Ohno apparently has decided to ignore him and his wishes for today.
“The owner and chef of the shop is supposed to be a hottie,” he continues, making Sho grin.
“So that’s what it’s about? We are heading there for a good-looking guy?” he jokes.
Ohno grins. “Would you let me finish my sentence please?”
“Fine,” Sho raises his hands in defence. “Finish it.”
“He doesn’t have a menu for his restaurant because he decides spontaneously what to cook when he sees a customer. Makes the perfect menu exactly for that person and his mood. Apparently his food even has a healing aspect to it – one feels better after eating it.”
Sho blinks. “You are kidding me? You can’t order anything there?”
“Nope, not even the drinks.” Ohno smiles when they reach the subway. “Interested?”
As much as Sho hates to admit it and despite the fact that he doesn’t believe in any sort of magic, supernatural stuff or other weird, unscientific crap, he is strangely interested. When they step into the subway that’s going to take them to the beach, he chuckles. “And he is supposed to be handsome?”
Ohno smiles lazily. “Very.”
***
“Good evening.”
The tiny restaurant was less difficult to find than Sho has expected it, surprising so because there are tons of bars, shops and fancy restaurant in this area. But it seems like this place has its own radiating aura to it, not vanishing amidst the other places but rather sticking out.
The man that greets them at the door looks more like a host or a prince than a waiter, he has a dazzling smile, strong but handsome features, is pretty lean and he has a pair of the most beautiful hands Sho has ever seen. And he is wearing some tight skinny-jeans. Sho concludes it has to be a student, who is modelling and earning some bucks by working part-time as a waiter. It’s when he steps through the door and said guy – the model prince – puts two cups with jasmine tea on a plate, pointing at the back door with his chin, that Sho realises it’s not a student or a model or anyone else but the owner or cook or handsome chef Ohno has referred to.
“You can sit outside right at the beach,” the pretty dude says in a voice that doesn’t seem to accept any talking back. Sho looks at Ohno and pulls an eyebrow up but his friend just grins and follows the skinny-jeans outside, his glance glued to the curve that obviously is handsome-guy’s butt.
Sho elbows him, a little embarrassed by all the staring. “What are you doing, Satoshi-kun?” he whispers.
“I can’t help it,” Ohno whines. “Just look at this butt. And this beautiful small waist. He is like a sculpture”
“SHHH!”
The butt-dude slash handsome guy in skinny jeans slash should-be model with beautiful hands turns around all of a sudden, a little smug grin on his face, like he knows what they have been talking about. When he points at a table, Sho realizes that it slipped his attention that they are indeed outside now, at the back area of the restaurant – and it’s bigger than he has thought it would be. And surprisingly cosy. There are small tables placed all over a huge veranda, candles lit on most of them and blankets on every basket-chair, so that they can cover their bodies up in case it’s getting cold. The whole area is also covered by a glass construction, protecting them from any possible rain.
“It’s surprisingly warm here even though it’s fall already,” Sho says, surprised by how he doesn’t feel cold anymore.
The sexy-butt-chef laughs a warm and soothing laugh that sends tingles over Sho’s spine. He is too pretty, too freaking pretty, really. “That’s because I have a floor heating here. The outdoor veranda is opened throughout all seasons, only exceptions are in case of a taifun or if a heavy storm approaches.”
“I see.” Ohno nods while he sits down at one of the comfortably basket-chair. Sho follows immediately afterwards as he already feels a little overstrained by this whole place. At the far right corner, right next to the balustrade, that opens a beautiful view to the ocean, there are two other guys sitting, chatting with each other lively.
“Excuse me,” skinny-jeans chef says. “I’ll bring you your drinks immediately. Food takes a while.”
Before Sho can even protest by saying that he hasn’t even ordered anything yet, the butt in tight jeans is away and swings towards the table with the two chatty guys. The jasmine tea apparently was for them. “You were right,” Sho says in sincere shock. “He isn’t taking any orders.”
“Yep,” Ohno rubs his palms against the tablecloth excitedly. “Can’t wait for what he has in mind for us.”
Sho blinks. “Are you serious?”
Ohno smiles one of his affectionate smiles, patting Sho’s arm slightly. “Come on, Sho-kun, it won’t hurt you to try something new once in a while.”
He is probably right, Sho thinks, while he throws a secret glance at the table in the corner where the model chef is currently standing at, talking to the two customers there.
One of the two guys is a fragile, dark-haired one, who seems to be a little challenge because the small-waist chef lets out a little sigh – or is it a chuckle – “I won’t bring you any hamburgers, Nino. You are too skinny. You need balanced food, nothing like that crap you normally eat.”
“Why are you so stubborn, J?” the black-haired small guy – Nino? – complains but his eyes twinkle a little, taking away the sharpness of his words.
The handsome chef, J or whatever his real name is, chuckles. “Just trust me.”
Nino raises his hands in defence and smiles. “Fine, fine, you always made me feel good so… you win.”
The other guy laughs too now, he has a sparkling smile and a friendly face. “Thanks for always being so patient, Jun-kun,” he says. Sho is surprised by that, why is he semi-apologizing for the fact that someone wants to order something in a restaurant? Damn it, this place is weird.
Well, at least he knows that chef’s name now. Jun, it seems.
It gets even weirder when that Jun-kun puts a glass of beer in front of Ohno and one cup with hot steaming ginger tea in front of Sho. Sho is almost feeling a bit envious of Ohno’s beer, only until he takes the first sip of his tea though. The hot liquid seems to rush through his body, warming it up immediately, and there is something else that sends a shiver of comfort over his spine. “What did you put inside the tea?” he asks curiously. “Cinnamon, I guess, and…?”
Jun smiles. “Cinnamon, cardamom and a little bit of the hard herbs liqueur I bought when I was in Europe.” He twinkles. “The rest is a secret.”
“Its…” Sho is surprised himself because he hates cardamom and although he likes alcoholic beverages, he hates it when they are hot. “…very good!”
“That’s good to hear,” Jun bows his head a bit. “You looked like you were freezing when you came. Be careful not to catch a cold,” he adds. And: “Take it slow with drinking the tea. It’s pretty heavy stuff.”
Sho nods, too flabbergasted to answer something coherent. Jun shows him a bright smile and turns away, about to leave into the kitchen when a woman suddenly appears. She looks small and not as skinny as the women Sho is working with at the TV station but she has an open smile and seems to be well known here because that Nino-guy waves at her. She returns the gesture before she turns around, hugging Jun. “Hi, my favourite Matsumoto-kun,” she says teasingly and even places a kiss on his cheek which he comments with a soft chuckle. Sho takes a wild guess that not everyone is allowed to do that.
“Why don’t you take the place next to Nino and Aiba-chan, Mito-chan?” he suggests friendly.
She nods and approaches the two men with a happy smile. Jun on the other hand disappears through the door, throwing one last beautiful smile towards Sho.
***
It takes a while for their food to arrive because first that Nino and Aiba guys get their food. Slowly Sho can feel how his stomach grumbles, his mind is a little dizzy when he sees how Nino eyes his huge bowl of soup warily before he takes a first careful sip, eyes gleaming slightly when he does so.
“Here,” Jun approaches them, an apologetic smile on his lips. “It took me a little longer than usual but your wishes were a little more specific than usual.”
Sho blinks. He hasn’t even voiced a wish. “Our wishes?”
“Well, what you need.” There is a look in Jun’s eyes that he can’t quite read, it’s like it’s attached to the distance, almost mysterious, but it’s gone soon when he places a huge plate with seafood pasta in front of Ohno, which Ohno comments with a surprised and happy ah and oh.
When he puts several plates in front of Sho, Sho’s eyes widen in surprise. There is tofu salad, an obviously still steaming soup which smells delicious but he can’t quite tell what it reminds him of. “It’s out of maroon,” Jun explains like he guessed his question. And the last plate carries a pretty impressive amount of something that looks like he would rather get in a Teppanyaki or Yakiniku restaurant. Carefully thin sliced meat of various kinds, mushrooms he has never seen before and salmon filet. Apparently Jun has freed the meat and fish from all additional fat and instead bathed them into a marinade that smells like a mix out of teriyaki sauce, rosemary, sea salt and something he can’t quite put a finger on – it remembers him of the times he went to the mountains with his grandfather. It smells like snow and fresh air and luscious meadows.
“What the hell is that?” he breaths out in surprise.
Jun’s lips tug a little. “Secret,” he says and Sho feels like he should just jump up and shake that dude for being such a freaking tease. The sight in front of him and the scent stop him from doing so, instead he grabs his chopsticks.
“Enjoy your meal,” Jun says and bows. And disappears once again.
Sho takes a careful bite from the meat first and a bit of the tofu salad immediately afterwards. It almost takes his breath away, the aroma, the taste and the scent of all the food surrounding him, basically washing over him, engulfing him completely. He is sure he has never felt that way before.
***
The chef there decides for himself what his customers need.
You look like you were freezing.
What the hell did Jun see in him when Sho came to that restaurant? How did he decide to cook him something like that? How did he know that Sho felt cold? How did he know that he felt stressed, and tensed, and depressed? He had to know because right now Sho feels so happy that he feels like everything around him is worth a hug, he feels relaxed and chipper even though it’s so late already. It’s past 3AM and they missed their last subway hours ago and they have to rent a hotel room for the night.
It’s when they close the door of their hotel room behind them that Sho can’t control his actions anymore, he just reaches out his hand, touching Ohno’s shoulder slightly. For a moment his friend looks at him warily, but apparently Sho isn’t the only one that feels weird today because soon he can feel Ohno’s hand around his wrist pulling him back. And Sho is suddenly pressed against the door, hungry lips kissing his and even hungrier hands tugging his shirt out of his trousers and ripping the buttons open.
Sho knows he should probably push Ohno away, say something mature like ‘We aren’t in college anymore, Satoshi-kun’, avoid a mistake. But what the hell does he care right now!?
It has to be the food, he thinks, it’s this Jun-kun’s fault, Jun with his alluring food, small waist and the delicate hands. Fuck him. It’s definitely because of all these reasons that he is doing that now, allowing himself to be pinned against the wall, Ohno’s hand in his pants, pumping his dick messily. “I’ve nothing else here to wear than that,” Sho manages the reason. “Just don’t let me come in my pants.”
Ohno nods, then he tugs Sho’s trousers and pants down in one go, doesn’t waste any time. One of his hands is pressing Sho’s hip against the wall to still his movements, the other hand grabs his cock, fingers wrapped around the length, pumping it in a fast movement immediately. Then Sho can feel Ohno’s tongue, giving some experimental licks, before his lips are suddenly closed tightly around his cock, sucking at it.
Sho throws his head back, moans Ohno’s name and he can’t remember the last time he was that hungry for sexy. It doesn’t take him long to come and it doesn’t take much time either for them to drop down on the bed, Sho on his back and Ohno on top of him. Ohno’s slick fingers are probing and stretching Sho’s entrance and Sho is glad Ohno was obviously prepared enough to bring lube and condoms, before Sho can feel him inside him. It hurts a bit because it’s been quite a while since he did it the last time, but overall it feels so freaking good.
“Faster, Satoshi,” Sho breaths out beyond any embarrassment already. He wraps his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him down, lips pressed against Ohno’s temples. “Fuck me.”
Ohno obliges, fingers around Sho’s cock again, pushing him toward his second orgasm that night. It’s fast and pretty messy when they both come and a glance to his watch tells Sho it didn’t even take them 20 minutes.
“I’m so going to that restaurant again,” Ohno mumbles when he lies on his back next to Sho, panting heavily. “It’s worth every cent we paid.”
It is.
***
Sho is glad that they know each other since forever already and hence Ohno is everything but the awkward, easily embarrassed guy when it’s about Sho. They were in college together after all and did much worse things together there. So their one-night stand together was pretty much all okay and normal for him. He even has the nerves to twinkle towards Sho and make jokes about it.
So, Sho decides to loosen up as well. Besides he feels weirdly refreshed at work and everything just goes smoother and easier the next week.
It’s when he is going for a walk on his free day that he sees him again. That Matsumoto Jun-san or miracle chef or Mr. Sexy Hands. He is obviously doing some grocery shopping because he just leaves one of the small special shops Sho normally doesn’t set a foot into because they are kind of weird, shady and he feels a little embarrassed to be inside - like the people inside shopping and selling things in these shops all know each other, a little exclusive community for a group of people while everyone else is an outsider.
Jun enters a shop for spices and ten minutes later he talks to one of the local fishermen, apparently doing his reservations for fish and seafood.
After a while Sho decides that secretly watching that dude is a bit too creepy and he needs to either leave or talk to him. Curiosity wins over embarrassment and he walks towards the handsome man. “Matsumoto-san?”
Jun looks up, turning his head. The look in his eyes is surprised first, then thoughtful, then however his eyes light up. He smiles and it’s the first time that Sho realises he has this cute mole right beneath his lip. “It’s you-“ a pause in which Jun frowns a little, squeezing his eyes like he is searching his memory for something. “-Sakurai-san?”
Sho is surprised that the man knows his name. But it’s probably because he talked to Ohno during that evening and Jun might have caught their names. Or he has seen it on some of the documents he brought along to work on in case the food would take longer to be served. “You seem to carry a lot,” Sho says to break the awkward silence. He points at the many bags. “Need help?”
“Please don’t bother yourself.”
“Oh,” Sho chuckles. “I’m not.”
Jun tilts his head, licking over his lips, before he lets out a sigh. “Actually I could need some help. However, let me cook something for you for free then, as a thank you, okay?”
“Fine by me.”
More than fine actually because Jun’s food is beyond comparison. It doesn’t take them long to reach Jun’s restaurant, though they have to stop at two more shops and Sho is actually almost happy that he can walk into one of those secret shops and no one looks at him like he is some sort of weirdo or outsider and he can look around without feeling uncomfortable.
“Put the bags on the table please,” Jun says when they reach his place and he already starts to unpack everything.
Sho nods, watching how the other man opens the windows to let some fresh air blow through the building. “Why don’t you wait outside?” Jun shows him a careful but warm smile. “I’ll finish everything and prepare something to eat.”
“You are not going to ask me what I want?” Sho asks in amusement.
Jun blushes a bit, like he knows Sho is teasing him, but he recovers fast. “I never do.”
“Why?”
“Because most people don’t know what they want or need. Or how they feel.” Jun grabs one of the bags, looking earnest all of a sudden. “And I’m good in reading their moods.”
“What about yourself?”
“Oh-“ Jun smirks. “Sometimes I wished someone would cook for me like that too. Because I’m bad with understanding myself.”
Sho laughs. And when Jun hands him some iced green tea, he leaves through the back door and takes place at the very end of the veranda. There are steps leading down to the beach and it’s only a few metres to the ocean. It looks beautiful, he thinks, the ocean is beautiful. A little difficult to understand and unpredictable, kind of like that Matsumoto Jun-san, with his dark knowing eyes, his teasing smile and the way his voice can sound mocking but warm at the same time, with the way he doesn’t tolerate anyone opposing him. The ocean is difficult to understand like this guy… How he can read people’s moods?
Sho has been looking at the sea for a long time, so long that he is surprised when Jun suddenly appears with two plates.
“Nikujaga,“ Sho says in amazement when he eyes the hot bowl with rice, stewed meat and potatoes. He tastes it carefully and the meat is deliciously sweet like he knows it but there is something else to it too. “Coriander?”
“Almost,” Jun’s lips tug and Sho is sure he is going for the obvious secret answer but to his surprise Jun continues. “Vietnamese cilantro. You are actually good with guessing spices and aroma, Sakurai-san.”
“You can call me by my first name,” Sho says to his own surprise. He blushes when he realises what he just said – is that the food’s doing again?
Jun smirks so teasingly that Sho wishes for a hole to appear right here in front of him so that he can hide. Jun’s answer surprises him though, it’s not what he expected. “I would but I don’t know your first name.”
“Oh!” Sho has to smile a bit. “It’s Sho”
“Sho-san it is then,” Jun muses. “I’m Jun.”
Sho nods contently, glad that this continued without more embarrassment. But he has still more to ask. “So what’s your secret?” Sho wants to know. “Are you putting aphrodisiac into your food?”
Jun blinks, eyeing Sho carefully, eyes scanning him from head to toe, then he grins. “Aphrodisiac? Seriously, don’t you have more creativity? Sho-san, what you do in your free time and what you might have done at night, is definitely not my fault.” A pause. “And no, I’m not mixing drugs into my food.”
Sho’s cheeks feel hot from embarrassment. Did he just really admit that he had sex right after he ate Jun’s dinner? Fuck him, he isn’t supposed to be that bad with words! He is better than that, a lot better, he knows it!
To change the subject he immediately continues. “So, how did you decide on my meal today?”
“Your mood seemed to be a little melancholic,” Jun explains. “I wanted to light it up. Did it help?”
Sho blinks in surprise, remember how he was staring at the ocean for more than two hours. Does he still feel melancholic? Not at all. “It helped a lot,” he admits. “Thanks.” He is about to ask a lot more questions but unfortunately (or fortunately when he considers how much he slipped already during their conversation), they get interrupted.
“Jun-kun?” the brown-haired guy from Sho’s last dinner here – Aiba? – shoves his body through the door. “Oh,” he blushes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a guest.”
“Don’t worry, Masaki-kun,” Jun’s smile turns from teasing and mocking to soft. “We are just eating a quick late lunch. Want to join?”
Aiba nods happily and immediately approaches them. When he sits down next to Sho, Jun gets up. “Fetching you something to eat,” he says.
For a moment Sho feels weirdly alone. He is pretty good with strangers normally but he seems to be in a weird mood again. Aiba however gladly helps him out of it. “Nice to meet you,” he says in this warm and friendly voice of his. “I’m Aiba Masaki.”
Sho returns the smile almost immediately. It’s like an instinct. “Sakurai Sho.” He chuckles. “This restaurant is doing weird things to my senses. So I apologize in advance.”
Aiba laughs heartedly. “Yes, many people say that but they always return. Because Jun-kun has a gift.”
“He certainly has,” Sho admits.
Aiba grins. “Did you know that the reason the restaurant is closed every Sunday is because he reserves it for the higher ups? Politicians, idols and even the family members of the emperor drop by here regularly.”
“You are fucking kidding me!?” Sho spats out in surprise, eyes widened.
“Well, you encountered yourself what he can do with his food,” Aiba giggles. “Isn’t it awesome? On top of that he is super-nice.”
Sho tilts his head. Well, Jun is definitely talented and very alluring, has a steaming hot body and a dazzling, charming smile and an interesting character but super-nice? “Now you are exaggerating,” he mumbles.
“No, I’m not.” Aiba leans back and stretches. “I think that’s why he can cook according to peoples’ mood. He just understands them well and is very attentive.”
“Is that so,” Sho muses more to himself than to Aiba. When Jun is back again, bringing some delicious looking Sushi for Aiba along, he tries to see the things Aiba told him about. It’s when he and Aiba both get up to leave Jun alone so that he can prepare his restaurant for later and he doesn’t charge them for anything he prepared, that he slowly gets Aiba’s point.
***
“Told you he is sweet.” Aiba says thoughtfully while he follows Sho into the water. They have decided that it was too early to go back home and hence rented a small onsen for one hour.
The food is – again! – doing weird things to his mind, Sho thinks, because even though Aiba talks normally and doesn’t give him any signs, he just looks so hot all of a sudden. Pretty. And he has that cute birthmark on his shoulder. Sho stretches out his hand, touching it like he is in trance.
“What are you doing?” Aiba stutters. “Don’t touch it, it’s ugly and-“
“It’s not ugly,” Sho says firmly. “It’s beautiful.”
The look in Aiba’s eyes changes and he is suddenly looking touched and flustered. So much that Sho just has to pull him into a hug. “I don’t know what that food Jun-kun cooks is doing to me,” Sho mumbles into Aiba’s ear.
Aiba smiles warmly. “Maybe he thinks you need that.”
“What?” Sho chuckles, glad that they are not wearing any towels or clothes, makes things so much easier. “I need sex?”
Aiba shrugs helplessly. “Maybe not that specific. But he might think you are tensed and stressed and need to release some of that. How you release it is your problem then.”
“Sounds accurate,” Sho agrees before he surges ahead, kissing Aiba’s lips. It’s not like it was with Ohno last time. It’s more careful and sweet. And at one point when their kiss gets more heated, Sho draws back a bit. “Do you have condoms?” he asks carefully.
Aiba chuckles. “I wasn’t that prepared, sorry.”
Sho clicks his tongue. Of course Aiba wasn’t. He himself might have something in his bag but it would mean to leave Aiba back and get everything and that might destroy the magic around them. He decides to go for another option, grabs Aiba’s hand and pulls him with him. “Where are we going?” Aiba whispers, eyeing the door carefully.
“Here,” Sho mumbles when he reaches his bag and angles for the condoms. “Found them.”
“I can’t believe you,” Aiba giggles. “Let’s do it then!” he exclaims and suddenly his arms are back around Sho’s neck, lips kissing him again. Sho sighs when Aiba’s lips roam over his body, meanwhile he traces Aiba’s birthmark with his fingers.
It’s when Aiba’s fingers are suddenly wrapped around his cock and a moan escapes Sho’s lips that he realizes they are basically right in front of the door, unlocked, and might attract attention. They need to keep it silent.
Aiba’s free hand angles for a condom and Sho is seriously beyond questioning anything right now. He has basically let Ohno fuck him last time and now Aiba, though he likes to be in charge more than be at the receiving end. But he doesn’t care right now, just lets Aiba shove him on the floor on one of their towels. His fingers are fast with stretching and preparing him and he wonders where he got any lube from. The scent in the air tells him it’s more like soap though. Smart guy.
“Do it,” Sho says and tabs his fingers against the floor impatiently. He doesn’t even understand why he feels like that, why he doesn’t want to wait, why he isn’t even patient enough for a foreplay. Is it really like Aiba said? That Jun simply wants him to release stress without any further intentions?
He highly doubts it, especially when he feels Aiba’s dick inside him and asks him for more and more, until they both have difficulties with keeping the noise down and stick to kissing each other messily to swallow each other’s sounds.
It can’t be that simple, Sho concludes, when Aiba’s fingers are back around his cock, tugging it with fast and skilled movements, and he just feels like he is in another world when Aiba pushes him over the edge. He comes with a loud moan, not sure which words he babbles out, while Aiba drops down on top him in sudden exhaustion.
“We should probably move,” Sho says carefully after a while. “Before someone decides to check on us.”
Aiba’s head snaps up and he is deep red all of a sudden, like he just realised what he did. Sho feels weirdly relieved though, so it’s not only him who was enchanted. Gladly.
They decide to hurry back into the onsen, spending the remaining twenty minutes with relaxing their tensed bodies. Soon the tension between them is away though and Aiba goes back to laughing and joking.
***
For the next three weeks Sho doesn’t have much time to think of Jun’s restaurant, his food or whatever that food does to him. He has piles of work and knowing that it’s that time of the year approaching, that specific date he loathes, he works even harder, wants to have his mind burdened with work so he wouldn’t be able to think or feel anything.
“Sho-kun,” Ohno says softly after another night of work. “Take a break, please.”
“I can’t,” Sho’s voice sounds strained even to his own ears. “I need to do several coverages and the documentary needs to be prepared.”
“We have assistants,” Ohno argues.
Sho huffs. “But they are not working well enough.”
“Sho-kun-“
“Shut up,” Sho yells in sudden anger, not able to suppress it anymore. “What do you know!? You don’t know anything about how I feel or what’s going on. So just leave me the hell alone.”
Ohno sighs but retreats. It’s when Sho is all alone in his office and cooled down from his temper tantrum that he feels sorry for his previous outburst. But seriously, Ohno should know better than getting on his nerves during such a time. He has known Sho for years already, and they have been college buddies – why the hell doesn’t this idiot learn?
Sho stares at his laptop for a long while but his eyes are feeling dry all of a sudden and his head is empty. The hell with it, he thinks, and grabs his jacket. He is going for a walk. He closes and locks the door to his office and steps outside into the cool air. Feels good to have his senses return slowly. He tries to rethink what happened today, tries to get down to the details of his fight with Satoshi. He is so much in his thoughts and caught in his inner rant that the walk doesn’t only take a few minutes but two hours until he walks through a well-known area. Hello beach!
Sho pauses in surprise. How the hell did he get here? The subconscious was a bitch, really. Every psychotherapist would happily analyse the fact that in this little crisis of his he walked directly to Jun now.
Proceed to PART 2
Pairing: Sakumoto, with varous side-pairings such as Yama, Sakuraiba, Sho/Toma on the way. Guest-appearances by all Arashi members ^^
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: actually nothing in particular. They have sex ^^ Oh and they eat quite a lot (I got hungry doing my research for this fic. Just saying… ), excessive mentions of Jun's nice butt.
Beta:
smile_arigatouGenre: AU in which Jun is a chef, romance, smut, it’s more on the light/fun side.
Summary: Sho doesn’t believe in any sort of magic, supernatural stuff or other weird, unscientific crap. But then his co-worker Ohno tells him that there is this new chef in town who just opened his restaurant – no menu, nothing to order because the chef himself decides on his customers’ dishes. And apparently his food even has a healing aspect to it – one feels better after eating it…
Notes: Written for
astrangerenters for kitto-slut exchange.Sho had a tough week, though it only followed a tough month, so nothing new about that. The pile of work seemed never-ending, with more news coming in every day and each and every of them crushing, depressing and downright sad. It’s at these times that he wishes he would have chosen the path of a sport-reporter or talk about butterflies mating in the summer season, or whatever.
“Sho-kun.”
His co-worker’s and best friend’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts. “What is it Satoshi-kun?”
“It’s past 11 PM,” Ohno chuckles and puts his camera aside. “Let’s go. For once before midnight.”
There are quite some things that Sho could say against that, like the pile of documents on his desk, the research he has to do before next week, and the special documentary that’s still not hundred percent finished. But Ohno has this very specific talent to get his point down when needed. So Sho nods. “Fine.”
They clean up the mess that’s called their shared office and step outside. The air is fresh and a little cool, which means autumn is hitting in and Sho feels weirdly happy about that. “Grab something to eat?” he asks.
“Best idea you had today,” Ohno nods. “I’ve heard there is a new restaurant that opened up a few months ago at the beachside.”
“Hm,” Sho frowns. “Pretty long way though to get there.”
“I know, but I’ve heard miracles from this place,” Ohno pulls his jacket tighter when the wind catches them. It’s getting colder each day and Sho feels how the cold wind is crawling through his jacket. “It’s new and pretty small and it doesn’t have a menu.”
“Sounds like any little bar around the corner. Can’t we just go to one of our common places?” Sho argues but Ohno apparently has decided to ignore him and his wishes for today.
“The owner and chef of the shop is supposed to be a hottie,” he continues, making Sho grin.
“So that’s what it’s about? We are heading there for a good-looking guy?” he jokes.
Ohno grins. “Would you let me finish my sentence please?”
“Fine,” Sho raises his hands in defence. “Finish it.”
“He doesn’t have a menu for his restaurant because he decides spontaneously what to cook when he sees a customer. Makes the perfect menu exactly for that person and his mood. Apparently his food even has a healing aspect to it – one feels better after eating it.”
Sho blinks. “You are kidding me? You can’t order anything there?”
“Nope, not even the drinks.” Ohno smiles when they reach the subway. “Interested?”
As much as Sho hates to admit it and despite the fact that he doesn’t believe in any sort of magic, supernatural stuff or other weird, unscientific crap, he is strangely interested. When they step into the subway that’s going to take them to the beach, he chuckles. “And he is supposed to be handsome?”
Ohno smiles lazily. “Very.”
***
“Good evening.”
The tiny restaurant was less difficult to find than Sho has expected it, surprising so because there are tons of bars, shops and fancy restaurant in this area. But it seems like this place has its own radiating aura to it, not vanishing amidst the other places but rather sticking out.
The man that greets them at the door looks more like a host or a prince than a waiter, he has a dazzling smile, strong but handsome features, is pretty lean and he has a pair of the most beautiful hands Sho has ever seen. And he is wearing some tight skinny-jeans. Sho concludes it has to be a student, who is modelling and earning some bucks by working part-time as a waiter. It’s when he steps through the door and said guy – the model prince – puts two cups with jasmine tea on a plate, pointing at the back door with his chin, that Sho realises it’s not a student or a model or anyone else but the owner or cook or handsome chef Ohno has referred to.
“You can sit outside right at the beach,” the pretty dude says in a voice that doesn’t seem to accept any talking back. Sho looks at Ohno and pulls an eyebrow up but his friend just grins and follows the skinny-jeans outside, his glance glued to the curve that obviously is handsome-guy’s butt.
Sho elbows him, a little embarrassed by all the staring. “What are you doing, Satoshi-kun?” he whispers.
“I can’t help it,” Ohno whines. “Just look at this butt. And this beautiful small waist. He is like a sculpture”
“SHHH!”
The butt-dude slash handsome guy in skinny jeans slash should-be model with beautiful hands turns around all of a sudden, a little smug grin on his face, like he knows what they have been talking about. When he points at a table, Sho realizes that it slipped his attention that they are indeed outside now, at the back area of the restaurant – and it’s bigger than he has thought it would be. And surprisingly cosy. There are small tables placed all over a huge veranda, candles lit on most of them and blankets on every basket-chair, so that they can cover their bodies up in case it’s getting cold. The whole area is also covered by a glass construction, protecting them from any possible rain.
“It’s surprisingly warm here even though it’s fall already,” Sho says, surprised by how he doesn’t feel cold anymore.
The sexy-butt-chef laughs a warm and soothing laugh that sends tingles over Sho’s spine. He is too pretty, too freaking pretty, really. “That’s because I have a floor heating here. The outdoor veranda is opened throughout all seasons, only exceptions are in case of a taifun or if a heavy storm approaches.”
“I see.” Ohno nods while he sits down at one of the comfortably basket-chair. Sho follows immediately afterwards as he already feels a little overstrained by this whole place. At the far right corner, right next to the balustrade, that opens a beautiful view to the ocean, there are two other guys sitting, chatting with each other lively.
“Excuse me,” skinny-jeans chef says. “I’ll bring you your drinks immediately. Food takes a while.”
Before Sho can even protest by saying that he hasn’t even ordered anything yet, the butt in tight jeans is away and swings towards the table with the two chatty guys. The jasmine tea apparently was for them. “You were right,” Sho says in sincere shock. “He isn’t taking any orders.”
“Yep,” Ohno rubs his palms against the tablecloth excitedly. “Can’t wait for what he has in mind for us.”
Sho blinks. “Are you serious?”
Ohno smiles one of his affectionate smiles, patting Sho’s arm slightly. “Come on, Sho-kun, it won’t hurt you to try something new once in a while.”
He is probably right, Sho thinks, while he throws a secret glance at the table in the corner where the model chef is currently standing at, talking to the two customers there.
One of the two guys is a fragile, dark-haired one, who seems to be a little challenge because the small-waist chef lets out a little sigh – or is it a chuckle – “I won’t bring you any hamburgers, Nino. You are too skinny. You need balanced food, nothing like that crap you normally eat.”
“Why are you so stubborn, J?” the black-haired small guy – Nino? – complains but his eyes twinkle a little, taking away the sharpness of his words.
The handsome chef, J or whatever his real name is, chuckles. “Just trust me.”
Nino raises his hands in defence and smiles. “Fine, fine, you always made me feel good so… you win.”
The other guy laughs too now, he has a sparkling smile and a friendly face. “Thanks for always being so patient, Jun-kun,” he says. Sho is surprised by that, why is he semi-apologizing for the fact that someone wants to order something in a restaurant? Damn it, this place is weird.
Well, at least he knows that chef’s name now. Jun, it seems.
It gets even weirder when that Jun-kun puts a glass of beer in front of Ohno and one cup with hot steaming ginger tea in front of Sho. Sho is almost feeling a bit envious of Ohno’s beer, only until he takes the first sip of his tea though. The hot liquid seems to rush through his body, warming it up immediately, and there is something else that sends a shiver of comfort over his spine. “What did you put inside the tea?” he asks curiously. “Cinnamon, I guess, and…?”
Jun smiles. “Cinnamon, cardamom and a little bit of the hard herbs liqueur I bought when I was in Europe.” He twinkles. “The rest is a secret.”
“Its…” Sho is surprised himself because he hates cardamom and although he likes alcoholic beverages, he hates it when they are hot. “…very good!”
“That’s good to hear,” Jun bows his head a bit. “You looked like you were freezing when you came. Be careful not to catch a cold,” he adds. And: “Take it slow with drinking the tea. It’s pretty heavy stuff.”
Sho nods, too flabbergasted to answer something coherent. Jun shows him a bright smile and turns away, about to leave into the kitchen when a woman suddenly appears. She looks small and not as skinny as the women Sho is working with at the TV station but she has an open smile and seems to be well known here because that Nino-guy waves at her. She returns the gesture before she turns around, hugging Jun. “Hi, my favourite Matsumoto-kun,” she says teasingly and even places a kiss on his cheek which he comments with a soft chuckle. Sho takes a wild guess that not everyone is allowed to do that.
“Why don’t you take the place next to Nino and Aiba-chan, Mito-chan?” he suggests friendly.
She nods and approaches the two men with a happy smile. Jun on the other hand disappears through the door, throwing one last beautiful smile towards Sho.
***
It takes a while for their food to arrive because first that Nino and Aiba guys get their food. Slowly Sho can feel how his stomach grumbles, his mind is a little dizzy when he sees how Nino eyes his huge bowl of soup warily before he takes a first careful sip, eyes gleaming slightly when he does so.
“Here,” Jun approaches them, an apologetic smile on his lips. “It took me a little longer than usual but your wishes were a little more specific than usual.”
Sho blinks. He hasn’t even voiced a wish. “Our wishes?”
“Well, what you need.” There is a look in Jun’s eyes that he can’t quite read, it’s like it’s attached to the distance, almost mysterious, but it’s gone soon when he places a huge plate with seafood pasta in front of Ohno, which Ohno comments with a surprised and happy ah and oh.
When he puts several plates in front of Sho, Sho’s eyes widen in surprise. There is tofu salad, an obviously still steaming soup which smells delicious but he can’t quite tell what it reminds him of. “It’s out of maroon,” Jun explains like he guessed his question. And the last plate carries a pretty impressive amount of something that looks like he would rather get in a Teppanyaki or Yakiniku restaurant. Carefully thin sliced meat of various kinds, mushrooms he has never seen before and salmon filet. Apparently Jun has freed the meat and fish from all additional fat and instead bathed them into a marinade that smells like a mix out of teriyaki sauce, rosemary, sea salt and something he can’t quite put a finger on – it remembers him of the times he went to the mountains with his grandfather. It smells like snow and fresh air and luscious meadows.
“What the hell is that?” he breaths out in surprise.
Jun’s lips tug a little. “Secret,” he says and Sho feels like he should just jump up and shake that dude for being such a freaking tease. The sight in front of him and the scent stop him from doing so, instead he grabs his chopsticks.
“Enjoy your meal,” Jun says and bows. And disappears once again.
Sho takes a careful bite from the meat first and a bit of the tofu salad immediately afterwards. It almost takes his breath away, the aroma, the taste and the scent of all the food surrounding him, basically washing over him, engulfing him completely. He is sure he has never felt that way before.
***
The chef there decides for himself what his customers need.
You look like you were freezing.
What the hell did Jun see in him when Sho came to that restaurant? How did he decide to cook him something like that? How did he know that Sho felt cold? How did he know that he felt stressed, and tensed, and depressed? He had to know because right now Sho feels so happy that he feels like everything around him is worth a hug, he feels relaxed and chipper even though it’s so late already. It’s past 3AM and they missed their last subway hours ago and they have to rent a hotel room for the night.
It’s when they close the door of their hotel room behind them that Sho can’t control his actions anymore, he just reaches out his hand, touching Ohno’s shoulder slightly. For a moment his friend looks at him warily, but apparently Sho isn’t the only one that feels weird today because soon he can feel Ohno’s hand around his wrist pulling him back. And Sho is suddenly pressed against the door, hungry lips kissing his and even hungrier hands tugging his shirt out of his trousers and ripping the buttons open.
Sho knows he should probably push Ohno away, say something mature like ‘We aren’t in college anymore, Satoshi-kun’, avoid a mistake. But what the hell does he care right now!?
It has to be the food, he thinks, it’s this Jun-kun’s fault, Jun with his alluring food, small waist and the delicate hands. Fuck him. It’s definitely because of all these reasons that he is doing that now, allowing himself to be pinned against the wall, Ohno’s hand in his pants, pumping his dick messily. “I’ve nothing else here to wear than that,” Sho manages the reason. “Just don’t let me come in my pants.”
Ohno nods, then he tugs Sho’s trousers and pants down in one go, doesn’t waste any time. One of his hands is pressing Sho’s hip against the wall to still his movements, the other hand grabs his cock, fingers wrapped around the length, pumping it in a fast movement immediately. Then Sho can feel Ohno’s tongue, giving some experimental licks, before his lips are suddenly closed tightly around his cock, sucking at it.
Sho throws his head back, moans Ohno’s name and he can’t remember the last time he was that hungry for sexy. It doesn’t take him long to come and it doesn’t take much time either for them to drop down on the bed, Sho on his back and Ohno on top of him. Ohno’s slick fingers are probing and stretching Sho’s entrance and Sho is glad Ohno was obviously prepared enough to bring lube and condoms, before Sho can feel him inside him. It hurts a bit because it’s been quite a while since he did it the last time, but overall it feels so freaking good.
“Faster, Satoshi,” Sho breaths out beyond any embarrassment already. He wraps his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him down, lips pressed against Ohno’s temples. “Fuck me.”
Ohno obliges, fingers around Sho’s cock again, pushing him toward his second orgasm that night. It’s fast and pretty messy when they both come and a glance to his watch tells Sho it didn’t even take them 20 minutes.
“I’m so going to that restaurant again,” Ohno mumbles when he lies on his back next to Sho, panting heavily. “It’s worth every cent we paid.”
It is.
***
Sho is glad that they know each other since forever already and hence Ohno is everything but the awkward, easily embarrassed guy when it’s about Sho. They were in college together after all and did much worse things together there. So their one-night stand together was pretty much all okay and normal for him. He even has the nerves to twinkle towards Sho and make jokes about it.
So, Sho decides to loosen up as well. Besides he feels weirdly refreshed at work and everything just goes smoother and easier the next week.
It’s when he is going for a walk on his free day that he sees him again. That Matsumoto Jun-san or miracle chef or Mr. Sexy Hands. He is obviously doing some grocery shopping because he just leaves one of the small special shops Sho normally doesn’t set a foot into because they are kind of weird, shady and he feels a little embarrassed to be inside - like the people inside shopping and selling things in these shops all know each other, a little exclusive community for a group of people while everyone else is an outsider.
Jun enters a shop for spices and ten minutes later he talks to one of the local fishermen, apparently doing his reservations for fish and seafood.
After a while Sho decides that secretly watching that dude is a bit too creepy and he needs to either leave or talk to him. Curiosity wins over embarrassment and he walks towards the handsome man. “Matsumoto-san?”
Jun looks up, turning his head. The look in his eyes is surprised first, then thoughtful, then however his eyes light up. He smiles and it’s the first time that Sho realises he has this cute mole right beneath his lip. “It’s you-“ a pause in which Jun frowns a little, squeezing his eyes like he is searching his memory for something. “-Sakurai-san?”
Sho is surprised that the man knows his name. But it’s probably because he talked to Ohno during that evening and Jun might have caught their names. Or he has seen it on some of the documents he brought along to work on in case the food would take longer to be served. “You seem to carry a lot,” Sho says to break the awkward silence. He points at the many bags. “Need help?”
“Please don’t bother yourself.”
“Oh,” Sho chuckles. “I’m not.”
Jun tilts his head, licking over his lips, before he lets out a sigh. “Actually I could need some help. However, let me cook something for you for free then, as a thank you, okay?”
“Fine by me.”
More than fine actually because Jun’s food is beyond comparison. It doesn’t take them long to reach Jun’s restaurant, though they have to stop at two more shops and Sho is actually almost happy that he can walk into one of those secret shops and no one looks at him like he is some sort of weirdo or outsider and he can look around without feeling uncomfortable.
“Put the bags on the table please,” Jun says when they reach his place and he already starts to unpack everything.
Sho nods, watching how the other man opens the windows to let some fresh air blow through the building. “Why don’t you wait outside?” Jun shows him a careful but warm smile. “I’ll finish everything and prepare something to eat.”
“You are not going to ask me what I want?” Sho asks in amusement.
Jun blushes a bit, like he knows Sho is teasing him, but he recovers fast. “I never do.”
“Why?”
“Because most people don’t know what they want or need. Or how they feel.” Jun grabs one of the bags, looking earnest all of a sudden. “And I’m good in reading their moods.”
“What about yourself?”
“Oh-“ Jun smirks. “Sometimes I wished someone would cook for me like that too. Because I’m bad with understanding myself.”
Sho laughs. And when Jun hands him some iced green tea, he leaves through the back door and takes place at the very end of the veranda. There are steps leading down to the beach and it’s only a few metres to the ocean. It looks beautiful, he thinks, the ocean is beautiful. A little difficult to understand and unpredictable, kind of like that Matsumoto Jun-san, with his dark knowing eyes, his teasing smile and the way his voice can sound mocking but warm at the same time, with the way he doesn’t tolerate anyone opposing him. The ocean is difficult to understand like this guy… How he can read people’s moods?
Sho has been looking at the sea for a long time, so long that he is surprised when Jun suddenly appears with two plates.
“Nikujaga,“ Sho says in amazement when he eyes the hot bowl with rice, stewed meat and potatoes. He tastes it carefully and the meat is deliciously sweet like he knows it but there is something else to it too. “Coriander?”
“Almost,” Jun’s lips tug and Sho is sure he is going for the obvious secret answer but to his surprise Jun continues. “Vietnamese cilantro. You are actually good with guessing spices and aroma, Sakurai-san.”
“You can call me by my first name,” Sho says to his own surprise. He blushes when he realises what he just said – is that the food’s doing again?
Jun smirks so teasingly that Sho wishes for a hole to appear right here in front of him so that he can hide. Jun’s answer surprises him though, it’s not what he expected. “I would but I don’t know your first name.”
“Oh!” Sho has to smile a bit. “It’s Sho”
“Sho-san it is then,” Jun muses. “I’m Jun.”
Sho nods contently, glad that this continued without more embarrassment. But he has still more to ask. “So what’s your secret?” Sho wants to know. “Are you putting aphrodisiac into your food?”
Jun blinks, eyeing Sho carefully, eyes scanning him from head to toe, then he grins. “Aphrodisiac? Seriously, don’t you have more creativity? Sho-san, what you do in your free time and what you might have done at night, is definitely not my fault.” A pause. “And no, I’m not mixing drugs into my food.”
Sho’s cheeks feel hot from embarrassment. Did he just really admit that he had sex right after he ate Jun’s dinner? Fuck him, he isn’t supposed to be that bad with words! He is better than that, a lot better, he knows it!
To change the subject he immediately continues. “So, how did you decide on my meal today?”
“Your mood seemed to be a little melancholic,” Jun explains. “I wanted to light it up. Did it help?”
Sho blinks in surprise, remember how he was staring at the ocean for more than two hours. Does he still feel melancholic? Not at all. “It helped a lot,” he admits. “Thanks.” He is about to ask a lot more questions but unfortunately (or fortunately when he considers how much he slipped already during their conversation), they get interrupted.
“Jun-kun?” the brown-haired guy from Sho’s last dinner here – Aiba? – shoves his body through the door. “Oh,” he blushes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a guest.”
“Don’t worry, Masaki-kun,” Jun’s smile turns from teasing and mocking to soft. “We are just eating a quick late lunch. Want to join?”
Aiba nods happily and immediately approaches them. When he sits down next to Sho, Jun gets up. “Fetching you something to eat,” he says.
For a moment Sho feels weirdly alone. He is pretty good with strangers normally but he seems to be in a weird mood again. Aiba however gladly helps him out of it. “Nice to meet you,” he says in this warm and friendly voice of his. “I’m Aiba Masaki.”
Sho returns the smile almost immediately. It’s like an instinct. “Sakurai Sho.” He chuckles. “This restaurant is doing weird things to my senses. So I apologize in advance.”
Aiba laughs heartedly. “Yes, many people say that but they always return. Because Jun-kun has a gift.”
“He certainly has,” Sho admits.
Aiba grins. “Did you know that the reason the restaurant is closed every Sunday is because he reserves it for the higher ups? Politicians, idols and even the family members of the emperor drop by here regularly.”
“You are fucking kidding me!?” Sho spats out in surprise, eyes widened.
“Well, you encountered yourself what he can do with his food,” Aiba giggles. “Isn’t it awesome? On top of that he is super-nice.”
Sho tilts his head. Well, Jun is definitely talented and very alluring, has a steaming hot body and a dazzling, charming smile and an interesting character but super-nice? “Now you are exaggerating,” he mumbles.
“No, I’m not.” Aiba leans back and stretches. “I think that’s why he can cook according to peoples’ mood. He just understands them well and is very attentive.”
“Is that so,” Sho muses more to himself than to Aiba. When Jun is back again, bringing some delicious looking Sushi for Aiba along, he tries to see the things Aiba told him about. It’s when he and Aiba both get up to leave Jun alone so that he can prepare his restaurant for later and he doesn’t charge them for anything he prepared, that he slowly gets Aiba’s point.
***
“Told you he is sweet.” Aiba says thoughtfully while he follows Sho into the water. They have decided that it was too early to go back home and hence rented a small onsen for one hour.
The food is – again! – doing weird things to his mind, Sho thinks, because even though Aiba talks normally and doesn’t give him any signs, he just looks so hot all of a sudden. Pretty. And he has that cute birthmark on his shoulder. Sho stretches out his hand, touching it like he is in trance.
“What are you doing?” Aiba stutters. “Don’t touch it, it’s ugly and-“
“It’s not ugly,” Sho says firmly. “It’s beautiful.”
The look in Aiba’s eyes changes and he is suddenly looking touched and flustered. So much that Sho just has to pull him into a hug. “I don’t know what that food Jun-kun cooks is doing to me,” Sho mumbles into Aiba’s ear.
Aiba smiles warmly. “Maybe he thinks you need that.”
“What?” Sho chuckles, glad that they are not wearing any towels or clothes, makes things so much easier. “I need sex?”
Aiba shrugs helplessly. “Maybe not that specific. But he might think you are tensed and stressed and need to release some of that. How you release it is your problem then.”
“Sounds accurate,” Sho agrees before he surges ahead, kissing Aiba’s lips. It’s not like it was with Ohno last time. It’s more careful and sweet. And at one point when their kiss gets more heated, Sho draws back a bit. “Do you have condoms?” he asks carefully.
Aiba chuckles. “I wasn’t that prepared, sorry.”
Sho clicks his tongue. Of course Aiba wasn’t. He himself might have something in his bag but it would mean to leave Aiba back and get everything and that might destroy the magic around them. He decides to go for another option, grabs Aiba’s hand and pulls him with him. “Where are we going?” Aiba whispers, eyeing the door carefully.
“Here,” Sho mumbles when he reaches his bag and angles for the condoms. “Found them.”
“I can’t believe you,” Aiba giggles. “Let’s do it then!” he exclaims and suddenly his arms are back around Sho’s neck, lips kissing him again. Sho sighs when Aiba’s lips roam over his body, meanwhile he traces Aiba’s birthmark with his fingers.
It’s when Aiba’s fingers are suddenly wrapped around his cock and a moan escapes Sho’s lips that he realizes they are basically right in front of the door, unlocked, and might attract attention. They need to keep it silent.
Aiba’s free hand angles for a condom and Sho is seriously beyond questioning anything right now. He has basically let Ohno fuck him last time and now Aiba, though he likes to be in charge more than be at the receiving end. But he doesn’t care right now, just lets Aiba shove him on the floor on one of their towels. His fingers are fast with stretching and preparing him and he wonders where he got any lube from. The scent in the air tells him it’s more like soap though. Smart guy.
“Do it,” Sho says and tabs his fingers against the floor impatiently. He doesn’t even understand why he feels like that, why he doesn’t want to wait, why he isn’t even patient enough for a foreplay. Is it really like Aiba said? That Jun simply wants him to release stress without any further intentions?
He highly doubts it, especially when he feels Aiba’s dick inside him and asks him for more and more, until they both have difficulties with keeping the noise down and stick to kissing each other messily to swallow each other’s sounds.
It can’t be that simple, Sho concludes, when Aiba’s fingers are back around his cock, tugging it with fast and skilled movements, and he just feels like he is in another world when Aiba pushes him over the edge. He comes with a loud moan, not sure which words he babbles out, while Aiba drops down on top him in sudden exhaustion.
“We should probably move,” Sho says carefully after a while. “Before someone decides to check on us.”
Aiba’s head snaps up and he is deep red all of a sudden, like he just realised what he did. Sho feels weirdly relieved though, so it’s not only him who was enchanted. Gladly.
They decide to hurry back into the onsen, spending the remaining twenty minutes with relaxing their tensed bodies. Soon the tension between them is away though and Aiba goes back to laughing and joking.
***
For the next three weeks Sho doesn’t have much time to think of Jun’s restaurant, his food or whatever that food does to him. He has piles of work and knowing that it’s that time of the year approaching, that specific date he loathes, he works even harder, wants to have his mind burdened with work so he wouldn’t be able to think or feel anything.
“Sho-kun,” Ohno says softly after another night of work. “Take a break, please.”
“I can’t,” Sho’s voice sounds strained even to his own ears. “I need to do several coverages and the documentary needs to be prepared.”
“We have assistants,” Ohno argues.
Sho huffs. “But they are not working well enough.”
“Sho-kun-“
“Shut up,” Sho yells in sudden anger, not able to suppress it anymore. “What do you know!? You don’t know anything about how I feel or what’s going on. So just leave me the hell alone.”
Ohno sighs but retreats. It’s when Sho is all alone in his office and cooled down from his temper tantrum that he feels sorry for his previous outburst. But seriously, Ohno should know better than getting on his nerves during such a time. He has known Sho for years already, and they have been college buddies – why the hell doesn’t this idiot learn?
Sho stares at his laptop for a long while but his eyes are feeling dry all of a sudden and his head is empty. The hell with it, he thinks, and grabs his jacket. He is going for a walk. He closes and locks the door to his office and steps outside into the cool air. Feels good to have his senses return slowly. He tries to rethink what happened today, tries to get down to the details of his fight with Satoshi. He is so much in his thoughts and caught in his inner rant that the walk doesn’t only take a few minutes but two hours until he walks through a well-known area. Hello beach!
Sho pauses in surprise. How the hell did he get here? The subconscious was a bitch, really. Every psychotherapist would happily analyse the fact that in this little crisis of his he walked directly to Jun now.
Proceed to PART 2
