Jun, in Aiba's position, would be smug. Jun is a little smug, except that the need to get somewhere they can be naked is kind of on top of all other emotions right now. Aiba is probably smug sometimes, but it rarely shows on his face - even in bed; he looks happy, sure, flushed and a little satisfied, but he looks satisfied and dazed, his eyes huge, his smile constant, like he's shocked by his good fortune. Jun has a hard time, some times, believing that Aiba is really real. He's kind of used to this warm happiness filling his body, after a few months of these usually-hurried encounters, that combination of sexual heat and endorphins and somewhat overwhelming affection.
"We should get out of the building within the hour," Jun confesses. He doesn't manage to sound sarcastic or dry or even amused; more regretful, because inconvenient as it is, the couch has the advantage of being right here, and Jun hasn't had an orgasm induced by Aiba since last weekend filming a quiz show episode.
"Mmmm," says Aiba, "I'm hungry. Come get dinner?"
Jun is momentarily speechless. It's true that he's off the set by 8 pm today, which is a little unusual for him (and now that Aiba is here he has cause to suspect some sort of interference, actually; Aiba has a way of getting what he needs from people and usually leaving them pleased as punch and thinking it was their own idea), but he'd never have thought to see Aiba today anyway, since they all made arrangements for his party tomorrow. Well, 'never' is an exaggeration - he thought about it, but he wasn't sure that even the excuse of mutual orgasm was enough to excuse the freshness of turning up at Aiba's place so late uninvited.
Invited, though. That's another matter.
"Yeah," says Jun casually, "sure, wherever - unless you just want to go back to your place."
Aiba laughs, reaching up to trail his hand down Jun's neck and resting it inside the collar of Jun's shirt, "Not a bad idea - a great one, actually, Jun-chan, only I'm afraid we wouldn't end up eating that way, and people are always telling me to make sure I eat." His thumb is stroking Jun's collarbone. He probably - definitely - has a point, if Jun could remember what it was long enough to reply.
"Uh - yeah," says Jun.
"But then," says Aiba, "maybe - we could - "
The only reason Jun realises that was a question is because Aiba's hand has stilled, and moved to the outside of Jun's shirt, on his shoulder.
"Oh! Um, sure," says Jun. Why is his heart beating faster?
2/3
"We should get out of the building within the hour," Jun confesses. He doesn't manage to sound sarcastic or dry or even amused; more regretful, because inconvenient as it is, the couch has the advantage of being right here, and Jun hasn't had an orgasm induced by Aiba since last weekend filming a quiz show episode.
"Mmmm," says Aiba, "I'm hungry. Come get dinner?"
Jun is momentarily speechless. It's true that he's off the set by 8 pm today, which is a little unusual for him (and now that Aiba is here he has cause to suspect some sort of interference, actually; Aiba has a way of getting what he needs from people and usually leaving them pleased as punch and thinking it was their own idea), but he'd never have thought to see Aiba today anyway, since they all made arrangements for his party tomorrow. Well, 'never' is an exaggeration - he thought about it, but he wasn't sure that even the excuse of mutual orgasm was enough to excuse the freshness of turning up at Aiba's place so late uninvited.
Invited, though. That's another matter.
"Yeah," says Jun casually, "sure, wherever - unless you just want to go back to your place."
Aiba laughs, reaching up to trail his hand down Jun's neck and resting it inside the collar of Jun's shirt, "Not a bad idea - a great one, actually, Jun-chan, only I'm afraid we wouldn't end up eating that way, and people are always telling me to make sure I eat." His thumb is stroking Jun's collarbone. He probably - definitely - has a point, if Jun could remember what it was long enough to reply.
"Uh - yeah," says Jun.
"But then," says Aiba, "maybe - we could - "
The only reason Jun realises that was a question is because Aiba's hand has stilled, and moved to the outside of Jun's shirt, on his shoulder.
"Oh! Um, sure," says Jun. Why is his heart beating faster?