[Fic] My DJ MJ

[nilielh]

Title : [Fic] My DJ MJ
Rating : NC17
Pairing : Matsumiya/Yama/ Ohmiya (slight)/Aiba – Becky
Word count : 4,681 words
Summary : Few steps away and Nino could already smell the DJ’s perfume and it only made his libido rise, it almost hit the ceiling; he swallowed thickly and stopped to appreciate the man once more before clearing his throat noisily, and reaching over to tap the man’s shoulder, the words ‘hey Mr. DJ, can you play this love song for me?’ already hanging at the tip of his tongue when the man whipped around to face him.

 

Nino was never really fond of clubbing – well, it all goes down to the fact that he hated spending his supposed ‘free time’ in a place where he has to use his precious money on expensive drinks while watching his friends make a fool out of themselves more than they usually did.

But actually watching his friends make a fool out of themselves was what really prompted Nino to tag along, especially when he could grope various bits of them without them even realizing that they were being groped; it actually made the act a lot funnier if he thought about it. It’s kind of silly, but Nino found it extremely hilarious to watch his friends make out in front of him while he filmed them.

“Are you going to drink that or not?” Aiba asked, slurring, nudging Nino out of his momentary daze enough to stop the taller man from grabbing his beer; Aiba surprisingly still has his shirt on, although Nino could very well see the smudges of lipstick across Aiba’s cheek and on the sides of his mouth.

“I will,” he muttered, annoyed, slapping Aiba’s hand and taking his beer bottle away; “so stop with the thieving and go get one if you want; I paid for this shit so no matter how awful this shit tastes like, I’m going to drink it!”

Aiba stuck his tongue out at him, waving his hand at the bartender on duty. “You know you don’t have to pay for anything if you only wait for Sho-chan to get drunk,” Aiba mused with a giggle, and Nino followed the direction of Aiba’s finger when he pointed at the dance floor. “ – which is probably not gonna take that long; see, he’s already letting your boyfriend molest him… so cute!”

Nino snorted. “Ohchan’s not my boyfriend,” he said, shoving Aiba on the shoulder. “and he could damn well molest anyone he wants to molest whenever he feels like it, and well, we both know he’s always up to molesting Sho-chan every goddamn time Sho-chan gets drunk, so what’s new? It’s not Ohchan’s fault that your best friend is stupid for not realizing how much Ohchan likes him,”

Aiba’s eyes widened comically.  “Not your boyfriend? Then all that hogging and Satoshi-butt-pinching, aside from the kisses – are they all -- ?”

Nino tsked, feeling really annoyed. “Really Aiba-chan, we went here because you guys said you wanted to unwind – and unwinding means getting drunk, right? So the reason why you are interviewing me when you’re supposed to be getting mindlessly wasted beats me.”

Aiba hummed then shrugged. “Don’t really feel like getting too intoxicated or anything, enough to wake up with my pretty and sexy self doing someone on You Tube; that’s always too embarrassing, you know, and thanks to you, I’d have to write over a hundred pages worth of apologies just to make sure Becky forgives me…” Aiba said thoughtfully, while Nino pretty much tried his best to feign innocence.

“Aiba-chan, I’ve never --!”

Aiba waved a cautious finger at him, grinning; “Ah, but don’t worry; since you said that Ohchan isn’t your boyfriend, maybe we could –“ he said then paused as he pointed again, and Nino saw that Ohno already had his hands wormed behind Sho’s crisp, black slack pants while he swayed their hips together. Sho had his own arms wounded around Ohno’s neck, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

Nino grinned and shrugged.  “Maybe,” he said just as Aiba miraculously produced a mini digital camera, waving it around as he winked at Nino.

“But we need a nicer song to go with the video,” Aiba whined, “maybe you should go and request for something a bit more – sexy?”

On the dance floor, Ohno thought that licking Sho’s chin was one good way to attract the crowd’s attention. Nino shoved Aiba and stood up, eyeing the DJ’s booth on the second floor of that club.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Nino said, pushing Aiba forward. “now go make yourself useful and try to film them the best way you can – just, focus mainly on Sho-chan’s face instead of Ohchan’s, okay?”

Aiba straightened and playfully saluted him. “Aye, aye Sir!”

#

Chuckling quietly to himself, Nino made his way up to the DJ’s booth with a mission.

It didn’t occur to Nino how sophisticated this club was up until then, when he was probably only a few steps away from the DJ’s booth (which actually looked a lot like a huge room instead of booth), and he had turned around to check whether his idiot friends were still where he left them. He realized that the club was circled with expensive-looking lights (he reminded himself to take snapshots of those and google up the names when he went home), and none of the club’s interior seemed to be out of place. From the floor to ceiling designs (which were a pattern of purplish yellow spirals), the tables and chairs (which also bore the same purplish yellow colors, with streaks of brown, if he wasn’t mistaken) and even the bar counter itself, were made elegantly like they’ve taken straight out from an Interior magazine.

 And the DJ’s booth – usually, the DJ’s booth would be placed somewhere opposite the dance floor (where anyone could easily slip in a request or two, not to mention harass the DJ into playing something for them) or if not there, it would be occupying a small space somewhere in the club where it was still fairly easy to access, let alone be spotted.

But this club wasn’t structured like the normal ones were, and if Nino was to be completely honest (and impressed), this club sure looked like it was constructed after those American clubs and bars in mind.

“No wonder everything they sell here is expensive,” he snorted to himself, strutting towards the door of the DJ’s enormous booth and slightly kicking the door open. He guessed it was the roaring sounds of bass and drums that the DJ wasn’t able to hear the door as it banged against the wall, but Nino was at least glad that the DJ wasn’t facing him then, because –

“Oh my fucking god, that ass is a work of art!” Nino mused to himself, thumb absently grazing his lower lip as he stared at the DJ’s jerking-to-the-beat-of-the-music’s body, frozen still on his feet as he scanned the other man hungrily from behind. The DJ’s got his hands on one of his headphones; while his other free hand was busy pressing something in front of him (must be the control keys, Nino thought). “that’s hot,” he whispered, his fingers itched to touch something as his mind swirled with wanting something close to what his head down south screamed for, the minute his gaze caught the DJ’s sexy bod.

With a blooming half-smile, Nino sashayed forward with the grace of a lion starving for meat, eyes locked on the man’s behind, his mouth watering in anticipation (even if he wasn’t sure if he’s either going to be kicked on the face or be thrown outside the door with possible black-and-blue bruises).

Few steps away and Nino could already smell the DJ’s perfume and it only made his libido rise, it almost hit the ceiling; he swallowed thickly and stopped to appreciate the man once more before clearing his throat noisily, and reaching over to tap the man’s shoulder, the words ‘hey Mr. DJ, can you play this love song for me?’ already hanging at the tip of his tongue when the man whipped around to face him.

Nino gaped, words completely forgotten as he stood before the man with his mouth hanging open; the man looked entirely amused, reaching over to tip Nino’s chin up while he looked like he was trying to rein his mirth in, but knew he was failing miserably. Nino, on the other hand, seemed to have swallowed his tongue and just stared at the man without blinking.

Wait a minute – was he - ?

“Matsumoto-san?”

The DJ grinned, a little sheepish but so goddamn sexy that made Nino panting quietly to himself within seconds, “The one and only,” he said, tugging his headset down (the letters DJ MJ blinking on each side like neon lights) on his shoulders.

Nino’s gaze traveled from the man’s eyes down to his sexy lips; he knew he looked completely dazed, his brain stopped functioning properly (save from his ‘other’ head which seemed to know exactly what it wanted), and staring at the man as if he was a product from outer space.

The man squared his shoulders and stared right back at Nino, like he knew what Nino was thinking; the familiar spread of heat made Nino squirm, most especially when the DJ leaned back and gazed at Nino in apparent amusement.

“W-What are you --?” Nino muttered with a start, still too shocked to even make sense; the DJ looked like he was enjoying watching Nino, and Nino, for the life of him, didn’t really know what in hell he was supposed to say.

“What?” the DJ said around a sexy grin and Nino’s brain completely melted right then and theres. “Cat got your tongue, Ninomiya-san? Well, let me just make it easier for you, since I know what you’ve been meaning to ask. Yes, I remember you, and yes, I work here – as the DJ, obviously. Anything else you want to ask me?”

Really, Nino never thought he would ever get the opportunity to see this man again, not after that night (or the morning after) he had found himself curled around the other man, naked and well, surprisingly spent and sore without any recollection about the night before or even how they ended up in there in the first place. Nino had (as what he’s always been good at) ran as quickly as his feet would allow him, and had only managed to check out the man’s ID on his wallet before fleeing.

“I… w-well, j-just came here to… to..” Nino stuttered, mentally smacking himself on the head repeatedly. It was clear that this man still remembered him, and it only made Nino all the more embarrassed to think that the two of them actually – errr –

“Yes?”

Nino felt like he had just swallowed his own shoe. “T-To request a song,” he answered quickly.

The DJ chuckled and reached behind him, pressing something and the music changed in an instant.

“Requests are being handled downstairs,” Matsumoto answered, and Nino felt himself flush even more. “but for you, I think I could make an exception,” he followed with a smirk as he crossed the distance between them and grabbed Nino by the elbows before letting his fingers slide down Nino’s arms.

Nino remained looking down, his cheeks heating up as the DJ’s fingers left his arms and moved to settle on his waist; Nino shivered, the warmth radiating from the DJ’s body was enough to have Nino reeling, the memories of that night coming back in full force as he bit down on his lips hard.

“M-Matsumoto-san,”

Matsumoto shifted a little, mouth hovering against the side of Nino’s temple while his fingers slipped underneath Nino’s shirt, enough to feel the shudder that ran across Nino’s skin.

“I’ve been watching you since you came in earlier, Ninomiya-san,” he said, pressing closer and breathing warm air against Nino’s ear. “and man, let me tell you how thrilled I was when I saw you come up here; I think I should thank that friend of yours for asking you to come here, huh? Which song would you like me to play for you again?”

Nino gulped nervously, his brain was still a fuzzy place he didn’t want to be in right now; good thing being here didn’t require using his higher brain functions or he might have probably passed out the minute this man turned to look at him.  “S-Sexy love song,” he found himself mumbling, and fuck, did he just say that?

The sexy DJ hummed. “Fine, but not until I get something in return,”

Well, wasn’t that nice? Eh, what?!

Nino came here for the simple reason that he wanted to fuck with his friends’ minds the next day (when they’re sober enough to actually cringe while watching themselves do the stupidest things), but finding one of his ‘memorable’ flings here was an entirely different story altogether; he knew he had wanted this man the very same time he saw him (albeit seeing him from behind), and knowing in the end that the feeling was mutual, well, he guessed that could be arranged.

Nino tilted his head and stared at the man’s eyes defiantly, challenging the other man to do what he wanted with him.

“Well, what do you have in mind?” Nino asked sweetly, finally getting his brain cells to work properly.

The DJ grabbed a hold on Nino’s chin and teased the corners of Nino’s mouth with the tips of his tongue.

“I guess you owed me about ten thousand yen and a good morning fuck, so I expect you to compensate those with, oh, you know with what – right here, right now,”

Nino’s belly tightened at the thought as he flicked his tongue out and gently brushed the DJ’s bottom lip teasingly.

“Shall I lock the door for you then?”

The DJ seemed pleased as he let him go. “By all means,”

 

#

 

At the very least, Nino was glad that the DJ’s booth had a door that could be locked.

His ears buzzed with anticipation, and it didn’t help that DJ MJ was also staring at him as if he was contemplating whether to just go ahead and fuck Nino there or wait till Nino fulfilled the promise he uttered not even five minutes ago. DJ MJ’s headset glowed prettily in the dark, and Nino really had this urge to worm his arms around the DJ’s neck (under the glowing headset) while the DJ pounded on him hard.

The images made Nino’s mouth dry as the DJ smiled in apparent amusement before turning around.

“I am going to put on a playlist, about an hour long,” the DJ half-shouted and Nino’s stomach tightened pleasantly. “I expect you stripped down, and on your hands and knees when I’m done,”

Nino’s fingers were immediately on the button of his fly when he realized that the front of the DJ’s booth was actually made of glass. “W-Wait,” he said, pointing, trusting the DJ to understand what he meant, one hand still poised above the waistband of his pants.

DJ MJ chuckled, amused. “Don’t worry, no one can see you from the outside, I requested it made like that so – carry on,” he said brusquely, and Nino contemplated whether or not to throw a shoe at him.

Nino smiled toothily instead. “Should I leave my panties on, Mr. DJ?”

DJ MJ smiled back. “Sure – if you want me to rip it off you, that is,”

Nino shuddered.

#

DJ MJ was careful when he caught Nino by the waist, pressing closer as he kissed the side of Nino’s neck and delighting at the fact that Nino was whimpering softly against his shoulder. The DJ was still fully dressed, whilst Nino was completely naked, save for his socks (which he wasn’t able to remove because the DJ was already pulling him up in his arms).

Nino had one arm around the DJ’s neck and the other roaming around the DJ’s back, his shoulders, his arms, before tugging at the DJ’s expensive shirt and slipping his free hand inside, touching the patch of warm skin. Afterwards, Nino moved his hand again while the DJ was busy kissing his mouth, like the DJ was trying to remember Nino by tracing the inside of Nino’s mouth like this. Nino was momentarily struck with the idea of getting their tongues tangled as the DJ expertly swiped his own against Nino’s wickedly.

“Your pants, shall we --?” Nino whispered as a start, his small fingers skimming the DJ’s behind possessively and it made Nino extra giddy to realize that the DJ was possibly twice as hard as he was when he bumped their hips together. Nino moved and the DJ shifted slightly, shoving his legs apart until Nino was sure he had just fitted snugly in between the DJ’s legs.

“Sure, be my guest,” the DJ answered hoarsely, fingers splaying across the small of Nino’s back as Nino worked on opening his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging his zippers down. Nino didn’t waste any more time into slipping his hand down the DJ’s pants, moaning softly through the DJ’s mouth when the DJ leaned down to kiss him deeply again. Nino cradled the DJ’s erection in between his eager fingers, thumbing at the head as an indescribable sense of pride swelled hard in his chest when the DJ mewled helpless against his mouth. “god, your hand – it’s so warm,”

Nino pulled back, enough to look the DJ in the eyes. “I bet you, there are parts of me that are even warmer,” he said, licking his bottom lip wet as he pumped the DJ’s length lazily.

“Oh, like which part, for example?”

Nino leaned in and kissed the DJ’s temptingly sexy lips.

“My mouth, for one,”

The DJ visibly shivered, letting Nino go with a thoughtful smile on his face. Nino slowly trailed his way down the DJ’s body, pressing his mouth insistently on each of patch of skin he successfully uncovered along his path. Nino could feel every gasp, every shuddering breath the DJ was making, smiling and mentally patting himself on the back when the DJ subtly bucked his hips with an almost strangled moan.

“Stop the teasing and get on with it,” the DJ growled huskily, and Nino’s brain could only come up with words ‘hot and fucking hot’ as the DJ’s fingers moved to Nino’s hair, roughly threading through each strand impatiently. Nino chuckled as he dropped gracefully on his knees, tugging the DJ’s pants down to his feet along with his black boxers and Nino mewled in delight the minute the DJ’s erection sprung free, almost hitting him in the face.

“God, how the hell did I forget how fucking big you are,” Nino mused, leaning in forward to sample a lick at the base of the DJ’s erection, swirling his tongue through the fine hairs and making happy noises as the DJ’s fingers dug a little painfully on his scalp. “Damn fucking mother of –“ Nino hissed before taking one of the DJ’s balls into his mouth and began nibbling on it while his finger played on the other.

“Shit, shit, shit,” the DJ cursed repeatedly, words trailing in a messy heap of unintelligible gibberish when Nino kneeled up, wrapped his left hand around the base of the DJ’s cock and sucked the head into his mouth hungrily. Nino moaned happily, pumping the shaft and letting the warm pad of his tongue rest along the slit, before pulling back enough to tease the sensitive head with the tip of his tongue. “Fuck, enough! That’s enough,” the DJ muttered harshly, pulling Nino up by the arms as Nino whined in frustration.

“Wait, I’m not done yet!”

“Well me too!” the DJ rasped almost angrily, grabbing the back of Nino’s nape and mashing their mouths together into a bruising kiss, panting against Nino’s mouth as Nino grinded his hips against the DJ’s own. “and if you don’t stop, I swear to god I’ll be done in a minute and it’ll be you and your filthy mouth’s fault!”

“You liked it, don’t even try to deny it!” Nino whined, gasping when the DJ leaned in to bite his chin.

“I’m not denying anything, you brat, but if I want to keep my word, I’d have to make sure you behave! I want to fuck you properly, and I’m not going to be able to do that with you and your wicked mouth devouring me like that!”

Nino grinned sheepishly. “Well it’s your fault for being so fucking hot,”

The DJ kept a firm hold around Nino’s waist, leaning down to trail wet kisses across Nino’s jaw before he man fully placed both hands behind Nino and lifted Nino effortlessly. “Thanks for the compliment, but I still prefer to be inside you, so please shut your mouth and let me,”

Nino hummed as he wormed his hands around the DJ’s neck, at the same time he wounded his legs around the DJ’s waist as the DJ turned them around. Nino felt the hard surface underneath him when the DJ moved him down a little while nipping his earlobe lightly.

“Are you going to fuck me here? We might destroy something important,” Nino mused around a breathy moan, breath catching in his throat when he felt the DJ’s finger hovering over his puckered hole. “god, are you going to just -- ?”

The DJ simply slipped a finger inside Nino without prior warning, making Nino gasp in surprise. “I am going to fuck you raw – and hard,” the DJ growled through Nino’s ear, the promise behind each letter was enough to make Nino shiver in seconds.

“S-Sadist,” Nino mused through gritted teeth, throwing his head back when the DJ slipped another finger, stretching Nino further. “I l-like that,” he said, clinging onto the DJ’s shoulders as he bucked himself against the DJ’s intruding fingers.

He had to bite back a moan when the DJ crooked and uncrooked his fingers; the simple motion was enough to send jerks of fire down Nino’s spine most especially when the DJ accidentally brushed that spot inside Nino’s body that made Nino quivering.

“Good lord, you’re just –“

“Damn it, DJ MJ, would you please stop talking and fuck me already?!”

It was probably the only thing the DJ was waiting for, because one minute he still had his fingers shoved inside Nino’s ass, and the next he was pounding on Nino hard, the table rocking with the movement of his thrusts as Nino moaned, loud enough to wake the dead.

“Ohhh, fuck!”

“Yeah, yeah – j-just, hang in there,” the DJ returned with an impish growl, swirling his hips around and making Nino’s eyes lolled to the back of his head in pleasure. Nino could feel the head of the DJ’s cock barely grazing his sweet spot, but still not hard enough for him to feel it and he knew that the DJ was aware of what he was doing, slowly driving Nino insane with want.

Nino moaned, high-pitched and husky and the DJ pulled back just far enough that only the head of his cock was buried inside Nino’s body, before pushing right back – hard, and therefore hitting Nino’s prostate dead on. Nino wailed shamelessly against the DJ’s shoulder, gasping and shuddering, his muscles tightening at every goddamn movement.

He could already feel the uncomfortable hardness of the table beneath him, but it wasn’t painful enough to stop Nino from urging the DJ on. “Oh shit, yeah, right there!”

The DJ also seemed to forget himself as he bucked his hips forward, in time with each of Nino’s muffled screams; it didn’t even take long for Nino to surrender, coming in spurts between his and the DJ’s chest and belly, shuddering violently as he bit on the DJ’s shoulder to keep himself from yelling out loud.

“Stay with me,” the DJ growled, gripping both of Nino’s legs before nudging Nino’s face and kissing Nino’s mouth deeply, wanting Nino to be there with him as he began pounding on Nino again. Nino moaned, feeling too tired to even do anything other than staying limp and bouncing like a lifeless doll at the DJ’s continued assault on his body.

Nino’s eyes jerked open when the DJ slowly and deliciously wrapped a hand around him, the DJ’s hand was sticky with the remnants of Nino’s come and his own sweat as he pumped Nino’s soft cock, nudging it into full hardness, and while the DJ desperately tried staying still even when his body strained to move and fuck Nino with abandon.

“Come on, don’t give up on me now,” the DJ cooed, thumbing at the head of Nino’s length and licking the side of Nino’s jaw, smiling smugly when Nino’s cock twitched eagerly in between his fingers. “there you go,” he said, squeezing the head of Nino’s erection as he pulled himself out of Nino’s body.

Nino wailed yet again, but his words were immediately robbed from him because the DJ was quickly pushing in, balls smacking against Nino’s ass and shaking.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” Nino began chanting as the pleasure started building up again. Then the DJ slightly pushed at him, grabbing one of his legs and resting it over the DJ’s shoulder before ramming into him again. Nino’s head spun with pleasure, because the DJ seemed to know exactly where to direct his thrusts and just how hard he had to do it, enough to graze that magical spot inside Nino’s body.

“Come on, come on!” the DJ hissed in between gritted teeth, grabbing the back of Nino’s nape and quickening his thrusts before crashing their mouths together. Nino moaned through the DJ’s mouth, each dragging thrusts had Nino wailing as he placed a hand over the DJ’s own that was still wrapped around his then hardened cock.

It didn’t take the DJ a few more snaps of his hips before he went still over Nino’s prone body, his hips jerking in tiny thrusts as he spurted his pleasure inside Nino’s ass, and Nino following shortly after with a jerk of his own, his second orgasm rendering him unmoving even when the DJ slipped out of him with a wince.

“So,” Nino hummed after what seemed like a long moment, hands still possessively wrapped around the DJ’s neck as the DJ softly massaged his painfully stiff legs. “That was hot and all, but, was that enough compensation for all those sins I’ve committed?” he asked against the DJ’s neck, humming in contentment and feeling too spent and sated to even move a single muscle.

“Well, if we’re going to calculate the time I’ve spent looking for you since that night – or rather, morning after you left me without even a proper goodbye, then I guess you still owe me a lot,”

Nino beamed, kissing the DJ’s throat and worming his arms around the DJ’s waist.

“Well then, what are you still waiting for? Charge me all you want! Stop talking and fuck me again, for chrissake!”

 

#

“Where in hell were you? Didn’t I tell you to request for a sexy song? The DJ just kept replaying Lady Gaga’s songs! Good thing Sho-chan was really drunk that he’s no longer aware that I was – wait, what the hell is that?!” Aiba said, pointing at Nino’s neck as Nino limped towards his friend with a very happy grin.

“I was nowhere near hell, Aiba-chan,” Nino sighed dreamily, gazing upwards and waving until Aiba finally got annoyed and slapped Nino’s hand away.

“What the fuck happened to you? Did someone make you smoke pot? Damn it, you look high!”

Nino giggled. “I’m high…” he sing-songed; “ – with love,”

Aiba slapped a hand over Nino’s temple, feigning disgust. “High with what?!”

“High with –“

“Ninomiya-san, are you ready to go?”

“Okay!”

“Eh?”

Nino jumped from his seat, wincing a little and bouncing towards Aiba to give the taller man a sound kiss on the cheek.

“See you later, Aiba-chan,” he said before walking towards a very good looking man and wrapping his arms around the man’s waist possessively. The man simply rolled his eyes in return before he tipped Aiba an embarrassed nod.

“Who the hell is that?”

Nino did a quarter turn, hand possessively squeezing the other man’s behind as he waved Aiba goodbye.

“He’s DJ MJ,” Nino half-yelled, eyes glazed with something Aiba wasn’t sure what.

“Huh?”

Nino beamed as the DJ threw an arm over Nino’s shoulder, dragging him forward.

“My DJ MJ.”