nilielh | [Fic] Well Wishers

Title : [Fic] Well Wishers
Rating : R
Genre : Romance
Pairing : Sakumoto
Word count : 1229 words
Disclaimer : fiction desu!
Summary : It is Jun's birthday and Sho wanted to surprise him.

Sho stared at the mess that was once Jun’s kitchen and chuckled to himself; there had to be a thousand and one reasons why he should leave now, and not let Jun find out that he’s the reason why his kitchen was now –

“Why the fuck is my house covered in flour?!” Jun’s growl reverberated to the four corners of the house, making Sho stumbled forward to grip at edge of Jun’s table, willing himself not to shake at the fact that Jun was here, now, and he sounded murderous as Sho remembered him to be. He closed his eyes and prayed to whoever was listening to please let him escape this situation unscathed, or if not – “and why the hell are you also covered in flour?!” Jun shouted, and it was only then that Sho realized that the younger man was already standing behind him, his breath fanning the back of Sho’s neck.

He was trembling by the time he felt Jun’s hands closing around his elbows, turning him around with a mild curse. “Sho,”

Sho had to wonder how Jun managed to sound so pissed and fond at the same time, working out the strength and the courage to finally open his eyes.

“Jun,” he murmured, looking up to see the way Jun was staring down at him, lips curling and his eyes shining with the combination of mischief and fondness. Jun reached up to trace Sho’s cheek with the tips of his fingers.

“What were you doing, hmm, Sho-chan?” Jun asked, voice gentle and so, so fond, brushing Sho’s cheek tenderly and wiping the smudge of flour off the corners of Sho’s mouth. Sho felt his face burned at the intensity of Jun’s stare, biting at his lips as he struggled to remain composed under the force of Jun’s gaze.

He wriggled out of the way, wincing painfully as his hip collided against the edge of Jun’s table and limping towards Jun fridge, opening it and taking something white and huge before placing it on top of the table with an almost embarrassed grin. Jun’s expression remained somehow amused, gaze darting between Sho’s eyes and on the huge pile of white Sho had just placed on his still messy table.

Sho pointed. “Cake,” he grumbled under his breath, looking down and away, and making sure he’s not meeting Jun’s eyes no matter what. “I tried to, you know, bake you one; but I guess I failed?”

Jun looked all the more amused when Sho stole a glance from the corners of his eyes, stilling when Jun quickly walked forward and reached over to dip his forefinger over the lumpy, icing-filled top before shoving the said finger inside his mouth without breaking their gazes.

“Nope,” Jun whispered around a soft smile, “Not a failed attempt, not at all,”

Sho shook his head as Jun went back to hovering over him, trapping him with Jun’s arms on either side of Sho.

“Honestly?”

Jun merely tipped him a wink before leaning in to press his mouth against side of Sho’s jaw. “Seriously, it is tasty,” Jun said, peppering Sho’s face with tender kisses that soon made Sho smile despite feeling tremendously embarrassed, removing his fingers from being balled up down his sides to walking them along Jun’s bare arms.

“You’re seriously making me blush,” Sho grumbled back, tilting his head to the side enough to catch a few of Jun’s kisses; “I was kinda waiting for some more of your screaming and angry growling, since I, you know, messed up not only your kitchen but also your –“

“It doesn’t really matter,” Jun whispered, nipping at Sho’s chin as Sho slightly turned his face up, allowing Jun further access to his skin that Jun fully utilized by nipping his way down the column of Sho’s throat. “Not when you went out with all that trouble to come here and bake me a cake, on my birthday, when you’re supposed to be resting and not thinking of how to make me fall for you more than I’m already are by doing these sort of things,”

Sho snorted but otherwise kept his hold around Jun’s arms, pulling himself up and wounding a hand around Jun’s neck.

“Charming,” Sho said, mostly through Jun’s mouth as Jun chuckled his response. “But I assure you, I didn’t do any of that stuffs just to make you fall for me more than you already are,” he repeated, kissing Jun softly, pressing insistently when Jun moans right back. “But, wow – so you’re saying you’re --?”

Jun shook his head in mock exasperation. “You shut up, Sakurai-san,” he said, tugging Sho by his belt and dragging him towards the nearest clean surface and pushing Sho there with a grin.

Sho grinned back, laying limply as Jun worked on undressing him, fingers deftly moving to unbutton Sho’s pants. “Should I stop talking or should I start encouraging you to continue with that?” Sho asked when Jun’s fingers stilled on the front of Sho’s pants.

Jun smirked and quickly resumed his works, murmuring soft words against the fabric of Sho’s shirt when he leaned down to press his mouth against Sho’s skin.

“You’re fucking cute,” Jun muttered, tugging at Sho’s jeans and taking a good hold of Sho’s hips as Sho swayed upwards, his erection bulging through the soft fabric of his boxers. “You should stop or I’m seriously tying you up,”

Sho laughed out loud, but his laughter soon gave way to wordless moans when Jun ducked down to nuzzle his cheeks against Sho’s throbbing cock. “Right; I should shut up, ahh, fuck,”

Jun hummed and in the next few moments, he showed Sho just what he meant.

“So you really just came here to bake me a cake?” Jun asked after a long moment, tired and sated, slumped against Sho’s chest as Sho’s fingers threaded through Jun’s thick hair.

Sho hummed, feeling all warm and contented with Jun’s arms around his waist and Jun’s body pressed warmly against him. “That, and a few other things, like, you know, unconsciously messing your house up,”

Jun hit him. “You mean, aside from wanting to get laid?”

Sho muffled his chuckles against Jun’s hair. “I’m so shocked, Jun,”

Jun grinned, shifting closer to Sho’s side, wriggling a bit more until he settled more comfortably half on top of Sho’s body. “You’re lucky I’m so in love with you or I’m seriously kicking you out and I don’t care whether it’s already midnight,”

“But you won’t do that, would you? Because I’m simply fulfilling your wish,” Sho muttered a little too smugly that Jun had to raise his head just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

“Excuse me?”

Sho grinned. “Well, I sort of heard you and Aiba-chan talking –“ he said, laying his palm across Jun’s cheek and smiling at the way it made Jun blushed.

“Oh, you suck!” Jun exclaimed, jabbing an angry finger against Sho’s chest as Sho laughed boisterously, grabbing Jun’s hand and kissing the tip of Jun’s fingers.

“Maybe later,” Sho whispered, “Happy birthday, Ma-chan; I love you,” he said.

Jun shook his head and went back on resting his face over Sho’s chest as Sho dropped a kiss on top of Jun’s head.

“Stupid Sho-chan,” he grumbled, too happy to even make sense. “You’re lucky I love you too,”

Sho laughed again.