Prompt: JUNBA GOES SHOPPING (post your reply please so everyone can see wonderfulness)
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It was the first time they decided to some Halloween shopping. Jun always had a fond for themed parties and decorations. Originally, Aiba wasn’t a fan of all things scary, but he’s come to like the spirit of Halloween. Plus, he always wanted to know how Jun always run into celebrities on his day off.
Even if it means shopping in the Ni-chome area.
“Do you have to buy a costume here?” Aiba asked, glancing over his shoulder to see a drag queen winking at him. “Can’t you buy it online?”
“Sho recommended me to come here for a certain costume I’m looking for,” Jun explained. “Besides, I have a particular costume I want you to wear.”
Aiba gulped nervously and followed Jun into a store. It was a cosplay store that held a fair amount of variety from anime characters to mascots. Aiba wondered around and noticed as he entered deeper into the store, the lights grew dimmer, and the costumes became more…themed.
He saw one costume that caught his eye. It was an assortment of straps with only a single leather patch covering the crotch area. Aiba’s heartbeat leaped as he realized the accessories on a rack fitted more in a love hotel than a regular cosplay store.
“Find anything interested?” Jun giggled behind him. Aiba turned around and saw Jun holding a few costumes ready to try. “I’m going to the changing room for a bit. Wait for me, okay?”
“Y-y-yeah,” Aiba nodded.
Aiba was left behind himself, feeling like an unsupervised kid in the adult section. Within only a few short steps, Aiba found the dildo collection.
“Why does Sho know this place?” Aiba mumbled to himself.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He opened the text message and saw that Jun had sent him a picture from inside the changing room. Aiba tried his best not to laugh out loud as he gazed down at the picture. Jun picked a flirty maid outfit with stockings and a headpiece to match. He posed himself in front of the mirror with his hand on his hip, his lips pouting into a duckface, and his muscular legs spread out to flare out his skirt.
Aiba covered his mouth to muffle his giggles. He quickly searched the store and found a feather duster. After a quick snap, he send another text to Jun: “Will you clean my house with this?”
After a few minutes, Jun sent another picture. This time, it was a selfie in a new costume. Jun wore sunglasses and fake pornstar moustache. He only wear a jean vest and short-shorts that were too tight. Jun made sure his selfie include his crotch taking shape through the shorts.
Aiba blinked, not sure how to respond back at first. Eventually, he texted back: “You’ll hurt your future kids if you wear those.”
Finally, his phone buzzed with a new selfie from Jun. Aiba’s face turned beet red as he saw Jun wearing the actually straps costume with only a leather patch covering his groin. Only Aiba realized the leather patch doesn’t cover the full package.
The text that came with the picture said: “I won’t have kids at this rate. I want some candy!”
Aiba kept a straight face as long as possible, keeping his pace steady without detecting any suspicion from the store owners, and he made his way to back changing room with Jun...
Imagine Jun having a back fetish. And Sho is the only one who knows about it. That is all.
i feel like i should tell people what your supplementary ask had:
What if Jun had a back fetish and Sho was the only one who knew about it. (And because he’s an asshole he totally takes advantage of this in places where it would be most uncomfortable for Jun
that’s the entire thing that brought this on, all right.
Sho was a bastard, in case that needed saying. And quite honestly, a bit of an asshole too, if one was counting all those late night phone call sessions of the past that had Sho hanging up on him the moment Sho finished talking about whatever he wanted to say.
So Sho was an asshole and a bastard. There.
It wasn't a known fact, not really. His other fetish was the one he had been explicitly stating in various programs, even claiming it extended to the legs. But what no one ever bothered to ask was that if the fetish also extended upward aside from downward, so Jun never saw fit to talk about it.
But since Sho was an asshole and a bastard, he knew. Jun was starting to think that Sho might always have that gift, that uncanny ability to sift through whatever bullshit Jun was saying and decipher the true meaning behind it. Maybe it was something Jun himself handed over to Sho, being Sho's number one fan and all.
That still didn't give Sho the right to use it against him whenever Sho could, but since Sho was also underhanded on top of being an asshole and bastard and Jun was shit for luck, well.
They were just done with the rehearsals for the setlist in the Kyocera dome concerts when Jun entered the shower stalls to find Sho standing with his back turned from the doors, having only a piece of towel wrapped around his waist.
If anyone asked, Jun would deny following the seeming race of the water droplets from Sho's wet hair to the edge of the towel with his own eyes. He would deny every bit of it and no one could ever know, not when he had his glasses on.
But Sho always knew, and Jun knew this wasn't any different, with the way Sho twisted his trunk slightly to look at him over his shoulder. Jun knew that Sho saw it, because Sho had this meaningful glint in his eye when Jun finally had the sense to look back up, and Jun also knew that he was screwed because Sho had the nerve to smirk afterwards.
Underhanded asshole, indeed.
"I'm just going to shower home," Jun muttered, and from somewhere to his left he heard Aiba mumble an "okay, drive safely and see you tomorrow".
Sho said nothing; he only had that annoying smirk on his face and Jun could swear he even saw Sho lick his lips before he took his leave.
Now since Jun could hold grudges and be a vengeful little shit whenever Sho did things like this, held a grudge he did.
He resolved to make his interactions with Sho civil and polite, and he saw the recognition in Sho's eyes when Jun casually handed him a printed copy of the encore for the second day.
This time, it was Jun who had the gall to smirk.
But since Sho was also persistent on top of being completely underhanded, instead of taking that as a warning for him to cease whatever he was doing, he interpreted it as a challenge to continue and even escalate.
Which was, obviously, bad for Jun.
Sho chose to remove his shirt for the entirety of the encore and kept squaring his shoulders even as the five of them stood side-by-side and said farewell to the crowd. Sho also picked the spot next to him as the five of them held hands and took their bow as a group, and this close Jun could smell the sweat brought about by hard work on Sho, the concert exertion combined with all the effort. From the corner of his eye he could see the tiny beads of perspiration traveling steadily from Sho's shoulder blades to the flat planes of his back, and Jun was thankful that people could attribute the color of his face to the exertion and could not tell it for what it truly was.
They weren’t Sho, after all.
Once backstage, probably just to spite him further, Sho refused to put a shirt on nor put on a bathrobe, claiming he could do it in the shower. Jun didn't miss how Sho's eyes lingered on his at the mention of shower, as if it was a silent dare for Jun to do something about it.
Silent dare or silent invitation, Jun didn't know, but his pride could never handle letting Sho win so he picked up his things and headed for the shower stalls, locking the door behind him for good measure.
Of course, since Sho was, as established, an asshole and a bastard on top of being underhanded and persistent, it didn't stop there.
Sho escalated to the point he'd talk about back massages in the greenrooms with the morning paper obscuring his face, something Nino frequently hummed about in acknowledgement, but Jun knew Sho wasn't talking about it for Nino, because Sho was the asshole who never failed to ask, "What do you think, Matsujun?" after every story he finished telling, including all the massages he seemed to avail lately.
And every time Sho did that, Jun almost said something like "I think you're a fucker, like always" but somehow he always managed to hold himself back and let out a noncommittal shrug.
It got so ridiculous lately that he and Sho reached that point where one of them was surely going to make a move, that it was only a matter of time and one of them was surely going to crack.
But Jun had always been competitive and goal-driven, so he vowed that that person wouldn't be him, no matter how much thought he'd been putting on accepting one of Sho's casual invites to massages just for the sake of accepting it and for Sho to stop.
So when Sho took Aiba's place in the greenroom (Sho always picked the seat across him, never the one beside), Jun knew Sho had another massage-related invite in mind.
But Sho could be full of surprises, because he casually put an arm around Jun's shoulders and leaned so close that Jun swore he could feel Sho's breath against his neck.
Thank goodness the others hadn't arrived yet and for now they had the entire greenroom to themselves.
Jun kept his eyes locked on the door in case someone came in, his elbow ready to jam itself to Sho's side once he sees shadows walking outside.
"Matsujun," he heard Sho whisper, and damn Sho, damn him really, because that was one voice he only saved for recording his raps and their occasional sensual lyrics, or so Jun thought. He felt Sho's other hand wrap around his thigh as Sho scooted closer, and Jun had one hand clenched to a fist to control himself.
"You know that I know, don't you?" Sho asked, and Jun wanted to hit him for saying that a la MC Kamiyama, going for the "I know everything about you" voice. "I've always known. You've always been pretty transparent to me, no matter what anybody else says."
Asshole.
Jun pointedly looked at the door as he felt Sho's warm breath against his jaw. Weren't the others late, he thought frantically? Where were they? He needed to put some distance between him and Sho because Sho was cornering him and he couldn't deny a thing.
Still, that didn't mean he'd admit to anything.
"There's this onsen I'd like to visit," Sho said, his lips close to Jun's jaw that Jun could feel the fleeting brush of Sho's lips against his skin as Sho continued talking. "Not as adventurous as the one I went to for Shiyagare, don't worry." Jun felt Sho's hand squeeze his thigh once, his intent unmistakable. "Would you like to come with me?"
Jun had this entire weekend free and he had an inkling Sho clarified that with his manager because Sho was that obsessed with schedules to the point he'd make sure there was no way Jun could say no.
"I promise to make it worth your while," Sho whispered, this time close to his ear, and well, Jun was only human, and with Sho this close and this open to touching him, what else could he do?
He licked his lips before turning to finally look at Sho, who had nothing but expectation in his mischievous eyes. "On one condition," Jun said, his eyes on Sho's lips.
Sho let out a hum in question, and Jun smirked, remembering that time in Kyocera dome and how Sho looked at him at that time. He leaned forward, mouth hovering close to Sho's ear and he felt Sho shiver, the hand on his thigh tightening slightly.
Jun licked his lips, knowing Sho could feel him doing it given the lack of distance. "Lose the towel," he whispered, and he pulled back just in time to see Sho grin.
"Gladly," Sho promised, already moving away from him and taking his usual seat along with the morning paper.
Jun finally relaxed, crossing his legs as he put reminders on his phone that anytime this weekend he'd have to share a bath with Sho, and that he needed all his wits with him if he wanted to come out as the victor in this rather silly game they managed to have.
"Just one question," he heard Sho say as Sho turned a page, and he ceased typing on his phone to focus on Sho instead. "Of those three, which is really it?"
Ah, of course he'd ask which is it among the back, the butt, and the legs fetishes Jun had. Of course he'd want to know and to be sure which one really topped the list. Jun grinned. "I thought you said you knew because I’ve always been transparent? Which one do you think it really is, Sho-kun?"
There was a bit of silence followed by Sho casually turning a page. He thought Sho wouldn't reply anymore when Sho folded the paper slightly to look at him.
"After your well-phrased request, I'd say it's the butt that still prevails," Sho said confidently, even shooting a glance downward before meeting Jun's eyes once more. "Besides, Macchan, I've always known you liked mine."
Fucker, Jun thought with a grin, and he stood up from the couch to loom over Sho, placing both hands on Sho's shoulder as Sho lowered the paper. He balanced himself on Sho's angular shoulders and leaned down, breathing against Sho's face.
"I changed my mind," he said, watching in amusement as Sho's expression turn confused. "Don't lose the towel."
Something flashed in Sho's eyes and Jun kept the grin, his mouth hovering close to Sho's own. "Keep it," he whispered, liking the way that Sho was gripping the paper tightly to hold himself back. "If you can."
He drew back after that, already making his way to the water dispenser nearby, and when he heard Sho's quiet accusation of "you're such an asshole", he simply laughed.
Whoever said that Sho was the only underhanded asshole, anyway?
