Jun/Aiba RP [part 5 of 5]

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Warnings the same as in Part 1 through Part 4


Aiba was curled up on the sofa in front of the TV, contemplating whether he had anything in the house to eat for dinner, when the doorbell rang.  He wasn't expecting any deliveries or guests, but he hauled himself off the couch and gingerly stepped across his messy genkan to open the door, curious who it could be.  Whatever he had been expecting, though, it certainly wasn't Matsumoto Jun.  Aiba stared for a moment, his heart rate speeding up slightly, unsure what to do with the object of all his worries suddenly in front of him.  "Matsujun?"

Jun was breathless as he waited for Masaki to answer his door. He was probably a mess; he had literally run from the parking garage to Masaki's doorstep, and because he had run out of his own apartment so suddenly, he hadn't thought to bring a hat, which had been stupid. So now he was left with his sunglasses, the only thing he had had had in his car, which looked particularly ridiculous at this time of night and which didn't really help the feeling of anxiety that was coursing through him as he considered his plan of action. But he had finally made it here, which was what mattered... And now all that was left was the hard part. But jun could do this, he told himself, he could make up for the past eleven years that things had not been the way they should have been, and so, when Masaki answered the door, he pulled off his sunglasses and took a deep breath. "Ask me if I'm okay," he gasped out, sounding much more nervous than he meant to.

Aiba's heart leapt into his throat at Jun's words, and he pulled Jun into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.  Ask me if I'm okay, Jun had said.  Like Aiba had been trying to do all along?  He wasn't quite sure what Jun was getting at, but his heart was hammering in his chest, and a glimmer of hope was flaring up inside him.  He looked Jun in the eye, voice unsteady as he fulfilled Jun's request.  "Are you okay?"  Aiba's throat grew tight even as he asked the question, and he had no idea why Jun had come, but--he hoped he could help.

Masaki was looking at him with this expression that made Jun's heart beat fast in his chest and his pulse race, and he'd always known that Masaki was beautiful, but there were times when it hit him like a slap to the face. His eyes were wide, now, as he waited for Jun's answer, and his lips were parted slightly, pink and moist, and Jun wanted to kiss him so badly-- how had he managed to forget this feeling? How had he managed to convince himself for the past eleven and a half years that he didn't want this, that this wasn't everything he needed and more? We were stupid, he had told Masaki, and maybe they had been stupid as children, but being with Masaki had probably been the best decision Jun had ever made in his life, and so, he thought now, he couldn't have been that stupid, not mores than he had been for the past decade now. He swallowed; he wanted to kiss Masaki so badly, but instead, he drew his lips tight together, trying to look grim rather than breathless with hope and anticipation. "No," he responded quietly, though it came out as more of a whisper than he had intended, "No, I'm not."

Aiba had known that Jun must not be all right at all, if he was coming to him like this, but hearing Jun say it made his stomach twist and his breath catch in his throat.  He had to be strong for Jun, though, now that Jun was finally opening up to him, and now that he finally understood just how much Jun mattered to him.  "Matsujun..." he breathed, "What's... what's wrong?  I'm here for you, okay?"  Aiba kept his gaze on Jun's face, his eyes wide with concern.  He wanted so, so badly to reach out and pull Jun close, but he didn't know what Jun wanted, and it wasn't about him this time.

Jun felt slightly guilty at Masaki's worried tone, but it was far too late to turn back now, and adrenaline was pumping in his veins. He couldn't make things right in the past, but he could do everything he could to make things right now, and he had to try. It occurred to him that Ohno could have been wrong, that perhaps Masaki had moved on, but... he was here, and all he could do was move forward. And so, breathing in the long moment of silence, he leaned in closer, his voice soft by completely honest as he replied, "I've wasted the last eleven years doing all the wrong things when I should have been loving you."

Aiba didn't know what he had been expecting Jun to say, but a love confession was just-- incomprehensible.  He froze, his eyes widening, his lips slightly parted, and he hardly knew what to do now that things seemed to have turned out exactly the way he'd hoped.  Matsujun had loved him... all along?  How was it possible that neither of them had realized...?  But he couldn't worry about that now, not when his lips were moving almost of their own accord, whispering, "Me too," and then he was leaning forward to close the gap between them, his eyes falling shut.

Kissing Masaki for the first time in eleven years was possibly the most unbelievable experience that Jun had ever had. Two hours ago, he never would have thought that he wanted this, but now.... now he felt like he couldn't have asked for anything more. Sliding an arm around the small of Masaki's back and pulling him closer still, he kissed him a moment longer before pulling back gently and cupping Masaki's cheek in his free hand. "I'm sorry," he breathed, punctuating the sentence with another brief kiss, meeting Masaki's eyes and trying to prove just how sincere he was. "For the past few weeks... for the past few years." For every time I've pushed you away, he wanted to say, but now wasn't a time to bring up the bad things. If Masaki loved him... that was what mattered. "Will you move forward from here... with me?" Because they'd both gone their own ways, but it was about time that they both moved forward now that they had proper footing.

Kissing Jun felt amazing, better than Aiba ever could have remembered, and as Jun pulled him closer, he wrapped his arms around Jun's shoulders, melting into the embrace.  "I'm sorry too," he said, still not quite believing what was happening.  "And of course," he replied, leaning forward to capture Jun's lips again, because after eleven years, he couldn't wait another moment.  Even just being wrapped up in Jun's arms was amazing, and he savored the closeness, sliding a hand across Jun's back and smiling against Jun's lips.

Jun let his eyes fall shut, wrapping Masaki tight in is arms and deepening the kiss almost instantly. Perhaps it was rushing things, but really, to Jun, this felt eleven years too late, and even as he relished in the moment, he couldn't help but remember how happy this had made him as a lonely, awkward fourteen year old. But they weren't inexperienced children anymore, they weren't confused or driven by hormones. Jun was absolutely positive that there was nowhere he'd rather be right now than right here, feeling Masaki's chest against his own, Masaki's hands against his back, Masaki's lips, his mouth, his tongue making Jun feel as if everything in his life was absolutely perfect. He didn't want to pull away, but when their lips parted. hot with hurried gasps for breath, Jun slid his arms up Masaki's back to entangle them in his hair, leaning close to brush his cheek against Masaki's . "I love you," he breathed against Masaki's skin, "I love you so much," and he felt the need to say it for all the times he hadn't. But then he caught his breath, and he couldn't wait, he was moving back to catch Masaki's lips in another heated kiss.

Aiba kissed Jun back with everything he had, feeling like he could do this all night and not make up for all their lost time.  Something about kissing Jun just felt right, it always had, and it felt like they fit together perfectly somehow as they pressed closer, their mouths moving together.  He was reluctant to move away even for air, but Jun's words made his heart flutter with happiness, and he smiled against Jun's cheek.  Before he could reply, though, Jun was leaning back in, and Aiba couldn't complain about that.  Kissing was one of the more pleasurable parts of life, and kissing Jun, while his heart practically overflowed with love, was just indescribable.  And Jun was good at it, too, Aiba noted, angling his head slightly for better access.  Eventually they had to breathe again, but Aiba only pulled back just enough to separate their lips, whispering breathily, "I love you, too."

Jun grinned against Masaki's lips before kissing him again, a little more slowly this time-- there was no rush, not now that they were together this way. He wasn't sure just how long they stayed that way, wrapped up in one another in Masaki's genkan, but when they were both finally breathless enough that they had to draw apart for more than a few seconds, Jun leaned his head on Masaki's shoulder, smiling warmly into his neck. "So," he murmured, nuzzling against Masaki's skin and laughing softly, "Your genkan is romantic and all, but are you going to ask me in?"

Aiba giggled, feeling giddy.  "Come on," he said, grabbing Jun's hand and pulling him inside.  They collapsed together onto the sofa, and Aiba immediately cuddled up against Jun, fitting his arm around Jun's waist and his head into the crook of Jun's neck.  "I'm so glad you came," he murmured, and maybe that was obvious, but he wanted to say it nonetheless, because an hour ago he had still felt helpless and lost despite his newfound awareness of his feelings.  Now, knowing that Jun felt the same way, and that he cared enough to risk everything to try to make things better, Aiba felt warm and bubbly and light, and he snuggled closer to Jun, smiling contentedly.

Leaning into Masaki, Jun smiled warmly. "I am, too," he murmured into Masaki's hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He felt perfectly contented this way, wrapped up in Aiba's embrace, and it was strange to think that this all had been a few words away. He had spent so long trying to hide from Masaki when really, all he needed to was to come back to him. "I'm sorry," apologized for the second time that day, tilting his head down to brush a kiss against Masaki's cheek. "I never wanted to worry you. I just... I'm sorry."

"Well, you did worry me," Aiba said, pouting, but Jun's words made him melt despite himself.  "But I shouldn't have pried into your business.  No matter how much I love you," he added, shaking his head so his face rubbed against Jun's shoulder.  "I'm sorry for yelling at you that way," he said, his voice quieter.  Just thinking back to his words in the dressing room that day made his stomach turn over with guilt, and he hoped Jun would forgive him.

Jun slipped an arm around Masaki as well, squeezing him a little. "Come on, I don't even remember what you said anymore. Don't worry about it." Sliding a hand around Masaki's cheek, he tilted his head up so that Jun could meet his eyes, wanting to prove he was sincere. "We've both said things we didn't mean, okay? We've figured things out now. Right?" At the time, it had felt right to try to push Masaki away; Jun had been afraid of reopening old wounds, but... now that they were together, he regretted it, nonetheless.

Aiba nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.  It was true, they had figured out what they had been missing all along.  "I love you," he said, because it still felt like his heart was overflowing, like he might explode if he didn't keep letting it out, and he tightened his arm around Jun's waist.  "But that means I have to worry about you!"  He tilted his head slightly, his smile turning lopsided.  "So if you're not okay, you should talk to me!  Or Leader, or Sho-chan, or Nino, or someone...  Right?"

Jun hesitated a moment, but he knew Masaki was right. It was hard for him to open up about things that he wanted to shoulder himself, but in the end, it wasn't all about him. "Right," he replied, caressing Masaki's cheek gently and giving a slight nod. "But you have to promise that you'll let me support you, too, okay?" He smiled warmly-- it would be hard, but it was worth it for Masaki.

Aiba leaned into Jun's hand, nodding.  "I will," he promised, smiling back at Jun.  He leaned up to press a soft kiss to Jun's lips before settling his head back on Jun's shoulder.  "Thanks," he murmured into Jun's neck, pressing a kiss there as well.  It felt like he could stay this way forever, curled up in Jun's arms, and never want to move again...  Until a moment later, when Aiba's stomach emitted an astonishingly loud growl.  "Oops," he giggled.  "Have you eaten yet?"

At Masaki's question, Jun blinked. He had been so worried over Masaki that he hadn't even thought about food, but... the last time he had eaten felt like years ago, and so he shook his head. "I haven't," he replied, ruffling Masaki's hair affectionately. Glancing at his watch, though, he frowned. "It's getting late. What do you want to do?"

Aiba shrugged.  Honestly, he wanted nothing more than to spend the evening on the couch with Jun making up for lost time, and it was getting a little late for going out to eat, anyway.  "I don't have much to eat here...  Want to just run to the conbini?"  He uncurled himself from around Jun, looking down at his stomach.  "I'm starved," he admitted sheepishly, because now that he was thinking about food, the bentou at Nino's place seemed like an eternity ago.

Jun laughed, giving Masaki a loving squeeze before pulling back to grin at him. It was a pain to go to the convenience store sometimes where their faces were plastered on the wall for easy comparison and recognition, but Jun could deal with being the weirdo in sunglasses at night if it was to grab dinner with Masaki. "Our first date will certainly one for the record books," he replied with a grin, rising and pulling Masaki to his feet as well. "Shall we?"

"But what about all those dates we had when we were kids?" Aiba asked playfully.  He had never thought of them as dates at the time, of course, but in hindsight, going to karaoke just the two of them, and kissing?  Obviously a date.  Digging through the messy shelf full of hats by the door, Aiba pulled out two at random, passing one to Jun.  "Let's go!" he declared, leading the way out the door and around the corner to the nearest Lawson.

The hat Masaki handed him clashed with Jun's shirt, but he accepted it anyway, following Masaki to the convenience store. "What was the first date, then?" he joked, inspecting the foam bowls of instant ramen for the most expensive. "Excelsior Cafe? McDonald's?" Except that now that Jun thought about it, the first time that they had gone out together was that time after the movie filming, when they were supposed to have gone with Yokoyama. "Oh wait," he amended, abandoning the ramen for an even more expensive bentou, "it was a conbini. Do you remember?"

Aiba walked along the aisle of prepared foods, contemplating whether spaghetti or curry sounded better.  "Oh yeah!" he answered Jun, breaking into a grin.  "After filming, that time..."  Settling on spaghetti with meat sauce, he headed to the bread section to pick up some mayo corn pizza for good measure, feeling his stomach growling again.  "I guess there's no escaping our history of conbini dates, huh?"  Perusing the drink section, he glanced over at Jun.  "I still remember thinking it was fun, even now, and what did we even do besides loiter?"

Jun laughed, peering around Masaki at the beer selection. "We're classy," he replied, contemplating the choices, "I think I'll give that as an answer in the next magazine survey. 'My idea date spot is outside a Lawson at ten pm'... doesn't it sound romantic?" After a moment, he grabbed a can of Kirin, stepping back to wait for Masaki. "Yeah, all we did was stand around and talk, right? About staying out all night, and stuff. We were cute kids, weren't we?" He didn't know how he was saying that so soon after calling that period the worst time of his life, but somehow, now he believed it. After all, that was when he had gotten close to Masaki, he thought with a smile.

"Nino will be mad if the fans start thinking you're a worse date than him!" Aiba giggled, selecting a beer to match Jun's.  He thought back to that day, nearly twelve years ago now.  He had forgotten, but Jun's words jogged his memory, and now he did remember something about wanting to stay out all night.  "Yeah...  Didn't you promise you'd stay out all night with me, or something?"  His tone was teasing, but after a moment his eyes widened, a brilliant idea forming in his mind.  "Matsujun!" he whispered excitedly.  "We should do it!  We should do it tonight!"  Aiba grinned over his shoulder at Jun as he headed towards the cashier.

"Shush--" Jun hissed as he approached the front counter, glancing at the cashier nervously.  Sometimes Jun wondered how Masaki didn't end up in more tabloids, with his idea of discretion, but even as he paid for his meal in silence, Masaki's words were tumbling around in his head, and he couldn't help but smile a little.  After they had both checked out and were safely outside the store again, Jun broke into a grin, bumping into Masaki affectionately.  "Aren't we a little old to be staying out past curfew?" he joked, but even then, he couldn't help considering the fact that they didn't have work until the afternoon the next day, couldn't help remembering the excitement that he had felt back during their childhood.  "And... What would we do, anyway?"

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Aiba insisted, bumping his shoulder against Jun in return.  He felt his thoughts being transported back to his fourteen-year-old mindset, longing for the adventure of doing something as crazy as staying out all night, and infinitely curious whether the world would look any different.  "We can go drinking, or do karaoke, or just walk around...  Look at the world..."  He smiled, looking sideways at Jun and lacing their fingers together.  Jun would give in, he was sure of it.  After all, Jun must still remember how he had felt that night all those years ago, too.

Jun rolled his eyes, but in the end, there was no way he could say no to Masaki, and he was already grinning. "Well, you know I'll do anything for you," he replied, wishing he could lean over and kiss Masaki but knowing that was absolutely asking for trouble, that that was a luxury that he had given up around the time he had met Masaki.  "Where to now? I thought you were starving?" He elbowed Masaki gently with a grin, waiting for his answer.

Aiba grinned back, locking eyes with Jun for a long moment and realizing that there were definitely downsides to staying out in public all night.  But more kissing could come later, for now they were going to have an adventure!  "I am starving!" he confirmed with a nod.  "There's a park nearby, let's just go sit on a bench and eat," Aiba suggested, nodding his head in the right direction.  He led them to the park, finding a bench and sitting down beside Jun, close enough that their hips and thighs pressed against each other.  "Mm, spaghetti~" he sighed, unwrapping his food.

Jun couldn't help but smile at the closeness, setting his bentou on his lap and retrieving the disposable chopsticks from he conbini bag.  Glancing over Masaki's shoulder, he frowned.  "If you wanted pasta, you could have asked, you know," he sulked, digging into his bentou.  "I feel so unloved," he added dramatically, giving Masaki a spectacular pout.  

Excitedly, Aiba took a big bite of spaghetti, but Jun's words made him frown.  "Conbini spaghetti is in a whole different category from Matsujun's pasta!" he protested around the food in his mouth.  Swallowing, he pouted back at Jun, but he couldn't hold back his smile for long.  "Hm, now that I know you love me, I wonder how often I can get you to cook for me~?"  Grinning, he turned back to his food, leaning his shoulder into Jun's affectionately.

"What am I, your housewife?" Jun grumbled, but he was smiling all the same, complimented that Masaki liked his cooking.  "May~be, if you volunteer to do the dishes,  I'd cook for you whenever you wanted," he replied after a moment, leaning over and stealing a bite of Masaki's pasta before wincing at the cheapness of it.   "Does that sound like a deal?"

Aiba batted Jun's hand away from his food, still grinning.  That sounded like an okay deal, but...  Well, Aiba knew how to make it better.  "Hm..."  He made a show of thinking about it.  "What if I just blew you instead of doing the dishes?"  He felt a brief burst of heat in the pit of his stomach at the thought, which wasn't quite the intended effect, but he just grinned over at Jun, waiting for his reaction.

Jun's eyes widened, and he swallowed, trying to think clearly.  The fact that Masaki would just say something like that, so plainly, so easily... It wasn't that Jun had been disbelieving, but it felt surprisingly real to know that Masaki wanted to do that sort of thing with him again.  He could feel the heat of want curling in his abdomen, but that was a desire for later, and so right now, he raised an eyebrow, grinning.  "I don't know...  I bet I could get a blowjob out of you even without the pasta, somehow..." He pretended to be thoughtful teasingly.

"Oh, so now I'm the cheap date?"  Aiba crossed his arms in mock indigence.  "I doubt it, but, you know, you could try to tell me how you might convince me~"  This conversation was going nowhere good, but Aiba really couldn't have cared less at that moment, especially after he'd seen the way Jun's Adam's apple had bobbed up and down at Aiba's last comment.  He took another bit of spaghetti, popping open his beer to wash it down.

Leaning back against the bench and taking his time to finish off his rice, Jun shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. Leaning over so that his head was practically on Masaki's shoulder, he smiled. "Well," he murmured, partly for effect and partly because they were in public and were trying to avoid ending up in the tabloids, "When I have you pressed up against the wall and I've kissed you completely senseless and I've got you so worked up your knees have gone weak and you're clinging to me for support..."  Well, that came out a lot dirtier than Jun had been originally intending, and he drew back slightly, trying to appear smooth and completely unaffected despite the fact that his heart was beating just a little faster in his chest now.  "Maybe then you'll be feeling a little more... generous," he finished, raising an eyebrow at Masaki and smirking slightly before going back to his dinner.

Jun's breath was warm against Aiba's ear, and he let his eyes flutter shut as Jun's words washed over him, forming a picture in his mind that made his breath come faster and his heartbeat quicken.  It was a little surreal to have Jun whispering dirty promises in his ear, when not even a day earlier they had barely been speaking, but Aiba figured that after eleven years of pretending they weren't attracted to each other they were allowed to be a little impatient.  He smiled, letting the heat pooled in his stomach dissipate before looking over at Jun.  Aiba wanted to kiss him so badly he could hardly stand it, but they were in public, so he settled for giving Jun's knee a brief squeeze.  "That does sound pretty... convincing," he admitted.

With a pleased smirk in response, Jun finished off his bentou, wishing just a little that they were heading straight home so that he could make good on his promise rather than spending the next few hours in public, where they had to stay as inconspicuous as possible. But he was looking forward to being able to fulfill one of their childhood dreams with Masaki, and so, once he was done eating, he turned back to Masaki looking over him for a second. Even doing something as simple as eating a conbini dinner on a park bench, he really was breathtakingly beautiful, and Jun's face melted into a smile. Breaking down-- they were wearing hats, after all, and it was dark enough that taking photos would be hard-- he leaned his head against Masaki's shoulder, sighing contentedly. "You're gorgeous," he informed Masaki quietly, smiling.

Aiba's heart fluttered at Jun's compliment, and he felt himself blushing despite himself.  He shook his head, nuzzling his nose into Jun's hair.  "You're gorgeous," he murmured back, because Jun was.  Whether he was being the perfectly-groomed heartthrob of Japan, or grinning up on stage at a concert, or smiling just for Aiba, Jun was amazing, and to know that he thought Aiba was gorgeous was...incredible.  "Where should we go after this?" he wondered, straightening back up and taking one last swig of his beer.  He stuffed the pizza inside his bag--if they were going to be out all night, they definitely needed emergency snacks.

Hearing Masaki say that he found Jun attractive made Jun's heart tighten in his chest.  He had spent so much of his life being told that he was ugly, and even after he had become suddenly popular, he had always known that it was his upkeep, his perfectly styled hair and impeccable makeup and high fashion that really drew in the fans.  But Masaki had known him practically all his life, Masaki had seen Jun's best and his worst, his ups and his downs, and to know that someone who had absolutely no delusions about Jun really found him beautiful... It was an amazing feeling.  "Wherever you want to go," he breathed, feeling completely blown away, "I want what you want."

Aiba leaned his shoulder against Jun's, tipping his head back to look at the sky.  They had all night--they could really do whatever they wanted.  "Maybe we should move up to a classier date spot than the conbini," he suggested teasingly.  Going out for drinks hadn't quite been on his list of things to do when staying out all night at the age of fourteen, but a little more alcohol couldn't hurt.  "Wanna head out to Shinjuku before it gets too late?"  Aiba lifted himself off the bench, holding out a hand to pull Jun to his feet but not letting go as they ambled towards the train station.

They ended up at a bar Aiba liked to frequent, sitting closer and closer together with each drink.  They talked and joked as they drank, Aiba stealing sips of the fancy things Jun ordered before Jun could snatch them away from him.  He ignored Jun's pout, just smiling and leaning over to whisper that it was the next closest thing to a kiss, right?  As the night wore on, Aiba grew warm and mellow from the alcohol, and he found himself staring at Jun, admiring the contented smile on his face.  Some things never changed, he thought, and Jun was still breathtakingly gorgeous when he smiled.

The more they drank, the more Jun really wanted to lean in and kiss Masaki, and Masaki's words certainly didn't help things.  Three drinks into the evening, though, Jun's self control was really wavering, and finally, leaning on Masaki, inhaling his distinct scent, feeling the warmth of his skin, he felt it was time to move on before things went downhill.  "Shall we head out?" he murmured, lips practically pressed to Masaki's ear.  "If you give me any more booze, I might just lose control and jump you right here..."

Jun's lips against his ear made Aiba shiver, and he giggled.  "Hm, that sounds nice~"  He knew Jun was right, though, and he nodded.  "We need to move on to the next part of our adventure!" he proclaimed.  Lowering his voice slightly, he continued, "In the spirit of our first kiss..."  He grinned.  "Karaoke!"

Once they were outside in the cool evening air, Aiba felt even more giggly and less mellow, and he walked along happily beside Jun, the grin not leaving his face.  Staying out all night wasn't quite as exciting now as it had been a decade ago, but to do it just for the sake of doing it somehow made it more fun, and getting to spend so much time just hanging out with Matsujun was amazing.  It didn't take them long to find a nearby karaoke place open for business, and as soon as they were shown to a room, Aiba was tumbling into the booth after Jun, nearly falling into his lap.  Giggling, he shifted into a more upright position, reaching for the remote.  "What should we sing first?"

"SMAP," Jun replied without hesitation, grinning and snaking an arm around Masaki's waist.  He knew that most karaoke places had cameras these days, to keep teenagers (or their leader, for that matter) from doing anything unseemly, but he simply couldn't help it.  As Masaki flipped through the list of SMAP songs, the memories of their childhood came back full force, and Jun suddenly couldn't keep from laughing.  "God, I had such a hard-on for Kimura Takuya as a kid," he admitted, still chuckling to himself.  "I wanted to dance for them so bad.  You probably thought I was crazy, didn't you?"

Aiba laughed, poking Jun in the side.  "Of course you did," he giggled.  "KimuTaku was the hottest thing on legs back then!"  He chose one of his favorite SMAP songs, selecting it on the remote.  "But I didn't think you were crazy, I wanted to dance for them just as bad!  They were the coolest!"  He grinned, picking up one of the mics.  He leaned against Jun as they belted out the song together, feeling transported back to his childhood.  SMAP had definitely been the coolest, and he could always depend on Jun to belt out all their best songs with him.  As the song ended, he smiled at Jun, feeling buzzed on alcohol and memories.

Jun tightened his arm around Masaki's waist, feeling as if he could fly.  Having Masaki so close, reliving their childhood together, it felt as if Jun was in a dream, but Masaki felt real and solid in his arms, and even if it was a dream, Jun didn't want to wake up.  As they sang their way through a decent chunk of the V6 menu, Jun could remember singing all these songs eleven years ago, only this was better, somehow, this was like the culmination of everything they had had together.  It made Jun feel warm and bubbly inside in a way that wasn't caused by the alcohol, and as their last V6 song drew to a close, Jun suddenly had an idea.  Grinning, he grabbed the touchscreen from Masaki, pointedly hiding his choice. "This one's for you," he informed, winking at Masaki as the opening to Hello Goodbye filled the room.  Maybe it was a little silly, but Jun liked the idea of performing Masaki's solo for him.

Aiba broke into a grin when he realized what song Jun had chosen, putting down his mic and sitting back to watch.  He giggled as Jun broke out into the opening lines, but Jun looked so cute and earnest singing Aiba's solo that Aiba couldn't help but watch with an adoring smile on his face.  He applauded when the song ended, pressing a brief kiss to Jun's cheek.  Clearly, he would have to reciprocate, so he grabbed the remote, quickly finding what he was looking for and trying to school his features into a serious expression as the opening lyrics of Naked appeared on the screen.  He sang Jun's solo in his best surprisingly-deep-and-sexy voice, which was admittedly not all that deep or sexy, but he did his best, and as he sang, he was surprised to find that the lyrics seemed perfect for their current situation.  A smile grew on his face as he sang to Jun to kiss him, to believe in love, and as the song finished, he set down his mic, looking into Jun's eyes.  He felt warm and slightly lightheaded, and maybe it was his imagination, but the feeling felt just the way he remembered from their very first time singing karaoke together eleven years earlier.

It was funny, Jun had sung his own solo so many times before, but hearing Masaki sing it... It seemed completely different, somehow.  And maybe Masaki's voice wasn't as sexy as Jun's, but these was something about the way that he sang, the way that he breathed that he was just perfect to Jun, and as the song drew to a close, consequences be damned, Jun couldn't help himself.  When Masaki leaned in close, looking into Jun's eyes, there was no choice in Jun's mind but to kiss him, and so he did, his eyes falling shut as their lips met.  It was like they were kids again, only not at all, because Jun was no longer a fourteen year old who had never been kissed before.  He was an adult who knew exactly what he was doing and that there was no one else in the world who he'd rather be kissing, and somehow, in his tipsiness and overwhelmingly lovestruck happiness, he wanted to convey that to Masaki through the kiss.

The happy, floaty feeling was the same as it had been eleven years ago, but the kiss itself was worlds apart, no matter how fondly Aiba remembered the first time he had kissed Jun.  It felt like ages since they had left Jun's house and Aiba had last been able to kiss him, and now he kissed Jun back heatedly, forgetting their surroundings for a moment.  Letting his eyes slide shut, he deepened the kiss, one hand coming up to tangle in Jun's hair.  Whether it was the alcohol or just his love for Jun, Aiba wasn't sure, but now that he had started he didn't want to stop.

Feeling Masaki so close to him, lips against his own, Jun could care less where they were or what was going on around them.  Sliding his arms around Masaki's back and pulling him closer still, he wished again that they were back home rather than in a karaoke box, where they might be discovered at any moment.  But right now, he simply couldn't bear the thought of breaking apart, and so, instead, he slipped an arm down the small of Masaki's back to cup his his ass, guiding him into Jun's lap, anything to increase to contact.  Jun wished he didn't have to breathe, but unfortunately, he was forced to breath for air, and so he pulled back just barely, lips still brushing against Masaki's. "I love you," he gasped into Masaki's mouth, "I love you so much."

Aiba gasped, arching his back as Jun pulled him closer.  "Jun..." he whispered back breathily, already leaning in for another kiss.  Just as their lips met, however, an exceedingly loud, grating voice cut through the air, and Aiba jumped, falling off of Jun's lap.  The voice was screaming Happiness, of all things, and Aiba covered his ears, wincing.  Right.  They were in a karaoke parlor.  Groaning in pain and annoyance at being interrupted, Aiba leaned his head on Jun's shoulder in defeat.  Still flushed and panting slightly, he glanced up at Jun.  "So much for that, I guess?"

Jun sighed, running a hand through his hair.  "Yeah," he replied, slouching back into the bench.  He didn't like to think of himself as such a ball of hormones as he had been in childhood, but now it was getting harder and harder to keep his hands to himself... Wincing again as their neighbors hit another horrifying note, he glanced down at the touchscreen control.  "Well, should we sing something Arashi? I'd hope we could do it better than the people next door..." And he laughed, feeling a little better despite the fact that they were short on privacy at the moment, and leaned over to brush a quick kiss to Masaki's cheek.  "What do you want to do?"

Aiba nuzzled his cheek against Jun's in return, picking the controller back up and scrolling through the Arashi section.  "Hm...  If it's going to be Arashi..."  Aiba smiled.  "Of course it has to be A-RA-SHI!"  He punched it in, grabbing his mic with one hand and Jun's free hand with his other and bouncing slightly as the song started.  Part of him still wished they were somewhere else, preferably one of their apartments, but the rest of him reminded that part that they were staying out all night, and that he should enjoy it while it lasted.  He kept hold of Jun's hand through the rest of the song and several more after it, and all too soon their time was up.  Back outside, the streets much quieter at 3:30 than they had been at 1:30, Aiba squeezed Jun's hand.  "That was fun," he said.  "What now?"

"Well," Jun chuckled, squeezing Masaki's hand back, "there's not much open at 3:30..." The trains had stopped running long ago, and they still had another hour before the earliest lines started up again.  But it was warm out, and with Masaki close at his side, their fingers entangled together, Jun felt oddly contented.  "Shall we look around?" he asked, glancing over to meet Masaki's eyes. "If worst comes to worst, we can loiter in a Seven-Eleven or something..."

Aiba smiled at Jun, feeling full to the brim with love.  "Okay~" he agreed.  As they set off together hand in hand, Aiba took in the world around him, so different from Shinjuku during the day.  The summer nighttime air was the perfect temperature, and although you could never see very many stars from the middle of the city, the night sky was pretty nice to look at, too.  Being outside so late at night always had sort of a surreal feeling, Aiba thought, and he squeezed Jun's hand again, walking close beside him.  "I'm glad we finally go to do this," he said.

"Mm," Jun hummed in response, his arm brushing against Masaki's as they walked hand in hand.  Walking through Shinjuku at night wasn't that abnormal, but being here with Masaki, Jun couldn't help but be reminded of the movie they'd filmed together as children.  "Makes me think of Sousuke and Kentarou," he commented mildly with a smile. "Running around Shinjuku at night and all."

"You're right!"  Aiba laughed at the memory.  He had felt so cool, starring in a movie, and one that happened mostly at night, at that, and of course getting to film together with Jun had been amazingly fun.  "I used to think Sousuke's scooter was the coolest," he giggled.  "And remember those rocks they had instead of cell phones?"

Jun laughed as well, nodding.  "1998 was a long time ago," he sighed, remembering the ridiculous effects and ridiculous plot and ridiculous... pretty much everything about the movie.  "It was a long time ago for us, too..." he trailed.  They had been so young at the time, and looking back, their acting was horrible, but it had been fun.  "I thought that scooter was pretty damn cool, too," he added with a grin.  "I used to fantasize, you know, about riding on it with you." He couldn't quite believe that he had just admitted that, but... it was true.

Aiba laughed loudly at that, looking over at Jun.  "If I'd had one, we definitely could've ridden on it together...  Even though we weren't very good at it, were we?"  He thought back to that day of filming, smiling to himself, but then Jun's words brought back another memory--teenaged Jun scrambling off the scooter and dashing, red-faced, to the restroom.  "Hmm, so were those fantasies the reason you had to run to the bathroom that day?" he asked playfully, giving Jun a coy smile.  Normally, Aiba would have felt a little mean bringing up something like that, but considering their current relationship, it seemed more amusing than unfortunate, somehow.

Eyes narrowing at Masaki's comment, Jun pouted as his face flushed.  Fourteen really had not been a good year for Jun's hormones, especially around Masaki, and the fact that Masaki remembered that as well was not something that particularly pleased Jun.  "It's not my fault I kept having to press up against you," he mumbled, giving Masaki a put out look. His grin creeping back a little despite himself, he added, "And it's not my fault that you were so pretty back then," bumping into Masaki slightly, affectionately.

"You were ten times cuter than me back then, though," Aiba said, letting go of Jun's hand to wrap his arm around Jun's shoulders and keep him close.  Jun's pout now was pretty damn cute, but nothing could measure up to his fourteen-year-old self in cuteness... but nowadays he more than made up for that in sheer sex appeal, something Aiba would probably only admit out loud in a few situations.  Such as when they got back home today, maybe.  "We should watch that movie together sometime and laugh at our bad acting," he decided, laughing and grinning at Jun.

"God, that sounds painful," Jun groaned over-dramatically, leaning into Masaki with a smile.  "But I suppose I could do... hm... just about anything for you."  Resting his head against Masaki's, he sighed. "So what time is it? Because I'm dying to kiss you, and if we don't get to one of our places soon, I think our managers are going to be pretty pissed when they see the papers tomorrow."

Aiba felt the desire settle hot in his belly at Jun's words, and he nodded, pulling out his phone to check.  "It's almost 4:30," he answered.  "Wanna head back to the station?"  Several of the lines from Shinjuku would start running again soon, so he was sure they would be able to catch something.  As they neared the station, the sky was beginning to lighten, and he turned to Jun, giving him a playful half-smile.  "Your place or mine?"

Jun smiled back warmly before pulling the brim of his hat a little lower as they approached the crowded station, ducking his head to hide his face.  "Mine," he replied softly, wishing he could hold Masaki's hand again.  "You took care of me so many times when we were kids... Let me take care of you this time?" He lifted his head again to catch Masaki's eyes, waiting hesitantly for a reaction.  

Aiba nodded, smiling warmly.  "Okay," he agreed, his stomach fluttering in anticipation.  "I know Matsujun will take good care of me~"  They reached the station just in time to catch the first train towards Jun's apartment, and they rode the train mostly in silence, heads down to avoid the gazes of the other early-morning riders.  As they climbed the stairs of Jun's building, though, Aiba's hand found Jun's again, and he leaned his head on Jun's shoulder as Jun unlocked the door, threading their fingers together.

Jun's hand was practically shaking as he turned the key in the lock, and the door couldn't open soon enough.  Now that they were so close to being alone together, the urgency was overwhelming, and as soon as the door was open, he pulled Masaki inside, toeing off his shoes and hurrying past the genkan.  But he could only wait so long, and when he had gotten Masaki into the living room, his will power simply gave out.  Pressing Masaki against the wall, he kissed him good and long, just like he'd been wanting for the past few hours, and it was the best feeling in the world.  

When Jun kissed him, it felt like Aiba had been waiting for it for years.  He kissed Jun back long and deep, whimpering into Jun's mouth, not wanting the kiss to end.  Jun was crowding him against the wall, pressing close, but to Aiba it seemed like they could hardly get close enough after so many hours of keeping their distance, and he threaded his fingers through Jun's hair, grateful for the support of the wall behind him.  He panted as they broke apart, smiling despite himself, because there was really no place he would rather have been at that moment.

Nose to nose with Masaki, Jun couldn't help but smile either as Masaki's breath washed over his face. "Love you," he murmured as he nuzzled gently against Masaki's cheek before catching his lips again, unable to resist. He knew that this wasn't the place, that pressed up against a wall wasn't the way he wanted this to go, not for the first time in so long, but for just another moment, he couldn't stand to wait, and so he kissed Masaki with everything he had. His breath could only hold out for so long, however, and when he had to pull back for air again, he knew he had to will himself to move. And so, giving Masaki an apologetic smile, he pulled him away from the wall and further into the apartment. Jun's bedroom had never felt further away, but finally, they were tumbling into Jun's bed, Jun bracing himself above Masaki. Masaki looked beautiful, sprawled on his back with his eyes half lidded, gazing up at Jun, and his lips parted and his cheeks flushed, but Jun only caught a brief glance before he was leaning back in for another kiss.

Aiba grinned as Jun pulled him towards the bedroom, glad that Jun was feeling as impatient as he was.  Still breathless from their last kiss, he fell backwards onto Jun's amazingly soft bed, admiring Jun's full, reddened lips for a moment before Jun leaned back down.  Aiba lifted his head to meet Jun halfway, kissing him with his lips already parted.  He could still remember kissing Jun as teenagers, showing him how tongues could feel good, but now Jun was doing things with his tongue that made Aiba's toes curl, desire building hotly in his belly.  He tried to give back as good as he got, bringing his arms up to wrap around Jun's neck to pull him closer.

Jun was grateful for the increased contact, body pressed snugly against Masaki's and he kissed Masaki deeply, urgently, as if nothing could make up for even the few hours that they had spent without being able to show affection. The feeling of Masaki's arms wrapping around his neck only encouraged him, and this time when he had to break for air, he was almost immediately distracted by the open stretch of Masaki's jaw, his neck. Trailing kisses along the bare skin, Jun was only vaguely coherent enough not to leave any visible marks, and soon, he couldn't help but stray back to Masaki's mouth. "You're so beautiful," he breathed against his lips, punctuating the sentence with another kiss, "I want you so bad." He hadn't really intended to say it, but it was true, and so he kissed Masaki again to drive the point home.

Aiba panted as Jun trailed kisses down his neck, whimpering slightly and writhing beneath Jun at the sensation. Jun's words sent a shock of heat through his body, but he didn't have time to respond before Jun was kissing him again, so he kissed back with everything he had, hoping to convey his feelings through the kiss. His hands roamed down Jun's back and under the hem of his shirt, making their way up the bare curve of his waist, pulling Jun even closer. "Matsujun--" he panted when they broke apart, leaning up again for another brief kiss. "Jun..." His lips stretched into a smile. "I love you."

Jun smiled back at Masaki warmly, dropping back down to kiss him briefly before straying to his neck again, this time moving lower, pressing kisses along the lines of his collarbones. Growing impatient, he slipped his hands under the hem of Masaki's shirt, supporting himself up off of him momentarily in order to pull off the article of clothing. Masaki really was beautiful, seeming somehow longer and sleeker and the dim lighting of the early morning leaking in around Jun's curtains, and Jun admired him a moment longer before pressing close again, running his hands up and down Masaki's sides as he trailed kisses lower down Masaki's chest.

"Jun," Aiba whined, wriggling beneath him as Jun's kisses moved lower. He was enjoying the attention, but it was beginning to feel more and more like teasing as his impatience grew. He rucked Jun's shirt the rest of the way up under his arms, his hands roaming over Jun's torso, one coming around to find a nipple to tweak because Matsujun wasn't the only one who could tease. Jun's mouth on his skin proved too distracting soon, though, and Aiba panted into Jun's ear. "We should be more naked, don't you think?"

Gasping at Masaki's touches, Jun grinned down at him through his flush and his panting and nodded. Tugging off his shirt, he sat back on his knees, fingering the waistband of Masaki's pants before pulling open the button and zipper. It was almost surreal, to be here in this position again after eleven years of denial, but the last thing Jun wanted to do was hesitate. Catching Masaki's eyes, he tugged down Masaki's pants and boxers, breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Completely naked now and spread out on his back looking back up at Jun through his lashes, Masaki really was gorgeous, and without even thinking, Jun was unceremoniously tugging off his own pants and boxers before pressing back against Masaki and kissing him hotly on the lips.

Aiba couldn't help but moan into the kiss, pulling Jun closer and kissing him back open-mouthed. His hands roamed over Jun's body, feeling the smooth skin of his arms, his shoulder blades, his ass. Aiba twined their legs together, thrusting up slightly against Jun's hip and feeling Jun's answering erection against his belly. He gasped at the sensation, thrusting up again involuntarily, seeking more friction. Pulling Jun closer still, Aiba kissed him with abandon, his thoughts cloudy with arousal. "Jun... I want you--"

Jun squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of Masaki's body against his own, unable to hold back the groan escaping from his throat. They were both clearly worked up, and Jun was having trouble thinking past the need to grind back against Masaki, moaning into his mouth but not wanting to break the kiss. Masaki's words reminded him that they were no longer fourteen however, and he managed to garner the willpower to pull back, fumbling in his nightstand to grab a tube of lube. Dropping it on the bed beside them, he leaned back over Masaki to press a tender kiss to his lips before drawing back, gently spreading his legs to situate himself between them. It was hardly believable, that this was really happening, and Jun almost felt like he was dreaming as he squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers. Swallowing, he pressed a finger inside Masaki, trying to ignore the heat of desire building insider of him and do this right. "...okay?" he asked tightly, hoping he wasn't hurting Masaki as he added a second finger, pressing a little farther.

Aiba whimpered as Jun pulled away, worked up and aching for friction and feeling distinctly colder with the loss of Jun's body. He was back after a moment, though, and Aiba felt his cock twitch in anticipation as Jun settled between his legs, pressing a slicked finger inside him. It was uncomfortable, of course, but Aiba kept his eyes on Jun's, watching his amazed expression, and he nodded at Jun's question, not quite able to find his voice. He couldn't help but gasp as Jun added a second finger, though, whimpering Jun's name and trying to relax, spreading his legs wider as Jun stretched him, impatient to get to the fun part again.

Jun hated to make Masaki uncomfortable, but he didn't want to be too hasty, and so he added a third finger, stretching him a little more before withdrawing. As he fumbled with the lube again, squeezing a large dollop into his palm and slicking himself, though, some part of him realized exactly what was about to happen, and he practically trembled with anticipation as he lined himself up, fingers kneading gently into Masaki's hips as he slowly pressed inside. He couldn't contain a low moan at the feeling; Masaki was hot and tight and amazing and it was hard to keep himself steady, but he knew better than to lose control. Instead, he found one of Masaki's hand, entangling their fingers and waiting for some reaction, for him to adjust and relax.

Aiba moaned softly as he felt Jun press inside him, squeezing Jun's hand tightly. It burned, but he forced himself to breathe and relax, to remember that it was Matsujun above him and inside him, filling him. He looked up at Jun through half-lidded eyes, pulling him down for a kiss before whispering tightly, "Move," because there was only so long he could wait and try to relax while nothing was happening.

Nodding, Jun swallowed, sliding out before pushing back in just a little farther, a little more quickly. The pleasure was intoxicating, and the knowledge that it was Masaki beneath him, Masaki squeezing his hand and reacting to his movements only made it all the more perfect. Wanting desperately to give Masaki everything that Masaki was giving him, Jun watched his expression as he began a gentle rhythm, trying to find just the right spot that would make Masaki feel amazing. Still, he couldn't help but groan at the sensation, squeezing Masaki's hand back and hoping for some reaction.

Aiba couldn't hold back--didn't even try to hold back--the moans and whimpers that escaped from his throat as Jun began to move, working into a rhythm.  Just the expression on Jun's face and the noises he made were practically enough to make Aiba feel just as good, but when a particularly long thrust brushed made Aiba see stars, he cried out, bucking his hips up involuntarily.  "Jun--" he moaned, trying to time the movements of his hips to meet Jun's, panting out, "Harder, please..." because he needed Jun further inside him, needed more of that amazing feeling.

Jun didn't need telling twice, and he gripped Masaki's hip tighter as he picked up his pace. Rolling his hips sharply, he thrust harder, deeper inside Masaki's body, aiming for the spot that had made him react so strongly. The feeling of really being inside Masaki was amazing, and Masaki's moans were enough to drive him mad with need, so much so that he couldn't resist leaning down to catch his lips in another heated kiss. It was only so long that Jun could keep himself in control, however, and he broke the kiss to gasp out Masaki's name with a throaty moan of pleasure. Somehow through his haze of desire, though, he was cognizant enough to remember that Masaki had other needs as well, and he slipped a hand between them to wrap it around Masaki's erection, stroking in time as he continued to thrust faster, harder.

Aiba cried out as Jun's thrusts grew faster, deeper, filling him with almost overwhelming pleasure.  When he felt Jun's hand wrap around him, though, it felt like the pleasure doubled, the sensations surrounding him from all sides, and he arched his back, moaning with abandon.  The feelings threatened to overwhelm him as Jun's pace continued to increase, his hand moving in time with their hips, and Aiba squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself to the sensations.  "Jun, I--" he gasped out, his words cutting off as a particularly hard thrust hit home.

Feeling Masaki arching up against him, hearing his cries moans, and being able to touch him, to slam inside of him again and again and again, Jun was overwhelmed by the sensations surrounding him. He could feel his control slipping, his hips rocking faster against Masaki's, but the feeling coupled with the sounds Masaki was making were so amazing, there was no way he could stop now. And if the way Masaki was rolling his hips up to meet Jun's thrusts was any indication, he wanted this just as much as Jun did. "God, Masaki--" he ground out, cutting himself off with a low moan at a particularly hard thrust of his hips, trying to find words to express just how beautiful, how wonderful, how perfect Masaki was to him at that moment. But he was struggling with anything beyond instinctive groans and cries, and so, swallowing and trying to find any vague power of mental function around the overpowering pleasure, he gasped out instead, "Love you, god, I love you..."

Jun's thrusts were reaching a frenzied pace, slamming against his prostate over and over, and the feeling combined with the sensation of Jun's hand around his cock was overpowering, bringing Aiba closer and closer to losing control.  He bucked his hips up harder and faster to meet Jun's, panting out Jun's name through the haze of pleasure.  Jun's words reached his ears just as he slammed into Aiba with a particularly hard thrust, and suddenly it was all too much.  Crying out, Aiba spilled himself over Jun's hand, his vision blacking out as he lost himself to the pleasure.

When he felt Masaki tense up around him, Jun couldn't bite back a groan, watching in awe as Masaki lost control beneath him. Knowing that he was the one to give Masaki such pleasure was enough to drive Jun crazy, and he leaned forward, holding Masaki close as he was pushed over the edge. He was warm against Jun's body, his breath washing over Jun's face as it came in rough pants, and Jun couldn't help but lose control as well, coming deep inside Masaki's body. He collapsed as he tried to catch his breath, rolling off to the side and gathering Masaki in his arms. "Love you," he panted against Masaki's ear, nuzzling against his face as his vision returned to him, "Love you so much..."

Aiba snuggled close to Jun, tangling their legs together and feeling Jun's warmth all around him.  He smiled into Jun's neck, pulling him closer and feeling completely content.  "Love you, love you, love you," he mumbled against Jun's skin, the happy feeling inside him making it feel like warmth was radiating from his chest.  He didn't have the words to express how perfect everything was, how happy he was that Jun loved him, so he just curled up in Jun's arms, pressing slow kisses along his jaw and neck and hoping he understood.

Jun hummed pleasantly at the feeling of Masaki's lips against his skin, pulling him closer. It was already light outside and Jun didn't want to think about how soon they were going to have to get up, but he didn't want to let go of this moment. Even as sleep tugged at his eyelids, he struggled to stay awake for just a few more moments, wanting to breathe in Masaki's scent, to feel him against his body for as long as he could. Still, they had work later, and they couldn't be getting sick going into a concert like this, so he pressed a gentle kiss to Masaki's cheek, murmuring, "Sweet dreams..."

"Mm, you too..." Aiba mumbled, burying his face in the crook of Jun's neck.  They would probably have to get up far sooner than they would have liked, but for the moment Aiba was content to fall asleep in Jun's arms knowing that he would be able to do so much more often in the future.  He felt his eyelids growing heavy already, and he instinctively burrowed closer to Jun, breathing against his skin.  "Love you," he whispered as his eyes fell shut, drifting off to sleep.


Jun felt overwhelmed. After months of rehearsals and meetings and sleepless nights and long, long days, there were finally here. Standing on the stage in front of almost 50,000 people, it seemed surreal; concerts always did at times. The lights were so bright that Jun could barely see the audience and hot enough to make him sweat without the added fact that he had been running and dancing and giving everything he had for the past few hours. His voice was hoarse, his breath coming in rough gasps, his hair slick with sweat and stiff with spray pulled back away from his face. The high collar on his costume was itchy at his neck, and he was sure he had sweated off all his makeup, and yet, despite it all, Jun felt like the happiest man on the planet. After all, how many people got to celebrate their tenth anniversary with their band, their family, really? How many people got an amazing moment like this, with tens of thousands of people cheering them on?

And then there was the song they were about to sing, the memories and emotions that were tied to it, and it felt to Jun as if his heart were about to burst. He didn't like losing control, but before he knew it, his throat was tight and his eyes were welling up and singing was simply out of the question. He sniffed as discreetly as possible, unable to fight back the wide grin on his lips all the same, and glanced over to Masaki. They had been through so much together, it was only right that they should make it to this moment together, and Jun wanted so badly to embrace him, to kiss him. But he settled for grinning, body flooding with warmth that was completely unrelated to the hot lights.

Aiba couldn't believe they were finally here, celebrating Arashi's tenth anniversary with thousands upon thousands of people, and most importantly, with the five of them together.  They had made it through so much together as a band, and he started to feel choked up every time he thought about it, really.  It had been an amazing concert, one of the best moments of his life, he thought, and by the time they were nearing the end Aiba felt like he was floating on a cloud, high on performing and happiness despite his exhaustion.  He cried during his speech, of course.  Once he let himself think about it all, think back on everything, there was no way he could have kept himself together, but for once he didn't care.  The fans would understand, and his bandmates would all cry sometime that day, he was sure.

When they started singing together during 5x10, however, Aiba felt himself start to lose it all over again.  The lyrics they had written together, and all the memories and significance attached to the song itself, were almost too much--and then he made the mistake of looking over at Matsujun.  Their eyes met, and though Jun was grinning magnificently, his eyes were full of tears nearly spilling over, and suddenly Aiba felt one of his own tears escape.  He quickly wiped it away, swallowing and trying to find his voice again, but even after he got his tears under control his heart was still overflowing.  He loved Arashi so much, and knowing that Jun did too, that all the others did too, was the best thing he could have wished for.

It was all a blur of tears and emotions, but 5x10 went by before Jun was sure what had happened, and soon, they were backstage again to change costumes before the encore. Their leader looked as if he were about to collapse from exhaustion, and Sho was already fretting about getting ready to go back onstage, but in Jun's mind, there were more pressing matters. Pulling Masaki aside, as soon as they were out of the general eyeshot of everyone in the backstage area, he pulled him into a kiss, his eyes still wet with tears. "I wouldn't have made it through the past ten years without you," he murmured honestly against Masaki's lips, looking him in the eye. "I love you so much." And he knew they shouldn't be doing this right here, but after his emotions had run wild in the last number, he didn't really care.

Aiba pulled Jun close, his eyes welling up all over again as he met Jun's gaze.  "Me neither," he said, smiling widely despite his tears, because the past ten years had been amazing, and the past few weeks had been like a dream now that everything was right again between him and Jun.  He kissed Jun long and slow, the concert adrenaline running through his veins overriding any worries about who might see.  "I love you," he whispered, pulling Jun into a tight hug and resting his cheek against Jun's.

Wrapping his arms tightly around Masaki's waist, Jun breathed in deeply, feeling overwhelmed with love and nostalgia and happiness and all the adrenaline running through his veins. Masaki smelled like sweat and hairspray, but Jun wouldn't have it any other way. Being able to perform, to work, to share everything with the man he loved, the person who knew him best in the whole world was more than Jun could ever ask for. Being here like this was perfect, and even if the staff came and bothered them, even if Nino called them gross or Sho got on their case, Jun didn't want to be anywhere but here, wrapped up in Masaki's arms after everything they'd been through together, looking forward to everything they had together in the future.